Multifandom Oneshots

Sirius Black x Reader

Your family is one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. You grew up with the Black's, and, in first year when both you and Sirius were sorted into Gryffindor, you felt the impact as well. Your parents were a bit less hardcore about it. They weren't thrilled, and, at times, made it known by the volume of their insults, but it wasn't near as bad as Sirius' parents, from your understanding.
Either way, it had made the two of you close friends.
So, when you're walking the grounds with Lily Evans and see Sirius dueling Mulciber, you don't hesitate to intervene.
"Protego." You say, stepping in front of Sirius and blocking a stunning spell aimed straight at his head.
"I could've done that." He says.
"Do you have any self-control?" You demand. "You idiot!" You snap, letting your spell drop and marching your friend away by the arm.
"I have quite a bit of self-control, thanks. I haven't ripped off your clothes and had my way with you yet, have I?" He retorts.
"Now isn't the time for jokes, Black. I'm pissed."
"Yes, I see that. I wasn't joking."
You roll your eyes and keep walking.
"I could've kicked his ass." He informs you.
"You could've been killed! Or worse: expelled. Do you really want to spend more time at home than necessary?"
"No." He admits.
"Exactly, so stop being so hotheaded."
"Aye, aye, Captain!" He salutes you.
"Ooh, you're in trouble." Remus sing-songs when you, still dragging Sirius, pass him in the corridor.
"What gave that away, Moony?" Sirius growls at him.
The two of you sit in the deserted common room and stare at each other. To your anger, he still looks amused.
"Wipe that smirk off your face." You tell him.
"I feel like the subject of a tyrannical ruler."
You can't resist laughing.
"Ahh, that's better. Now, what shall we do over Christmas break?"
"I don't know. Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you're imagining ripping off my clothes and having your way with me."
He gave a thoughtful look before changing expression.
"Ew! Stop!" You say.
"You brought it up." He shrugs with a smile.
"Are you gonna kiss me or not?" You finally demand after six years.
"You... What?"
"Are you going to kiss me or aren't you?"
"I figured you didn't want me to--"
"Stop talking."
"Yes ma'am." He agrees, pressing his lips to yours.