this was.. *chief kiss*
just plain beautiful
word count: 1.1k
warnings: smoking, fluff, me not knowing french
a/n: extra translations at the end
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The air was thick was the scent of smoke, the curling of which held your attention. It wisped gently above you, nearly a dance, and your fingertips itched with the urge to mingle with the tainted exhalation. But you were weighed down by the effects of lethargy, slipping in and out of consciousness.
Sirius’ fingers chose indolence as their nature, combing through your hair and trailing down your spine, recurrent actions that lulled you. His free digits were attending to the lit cigarette, his lips spilling comfort from such perfume.
“You still tired, baby?” he murmured, noticing your half-lids. His ministrations paused to help tilt your head up, your chin seating on his chest.
You managed a slight nod. The common room was empty, the students blissfully stuck in classes—exactly where you and your boyfriend were also meant to be.
He made a soft sound, brushing the strands from your forehead. His eyes held adoration—the sort you rarely saw without such privacy. It was pure. He offered you the tobacco, a subtle lift of his wrist, but you declined it, instead turning your head back down and staring into the perfunctory fire.
“How many more exams?” he asked, taking another drag.
You sighed, “Two? Three? I don’t remember.” Your nails drew along the fabric of his button-up, the cotton soft.
Skipping class with Sirius was a common pastime, and it only grew more regular as exams finished. Often, he drew you into the common room, laying across couches and pillows, letting you rest; it was one of the few times you could do so serenely, nights dedicated to studying. The two of you would sleep, or speak, or merely stare into space; there was no pressure, no worries, no intrusions.
“Doing so well, love,” he murmured, stubbing the cigarette out on the nearby ashtray. He left the paper there, letting both arms wrap around you. “I’m proud of you, you know. You work so hard.”
The praise settled any anxiety that prevailed, and you smiled, pressing a spare kiss to his collarbone. “Thank you.”
Sirius’ own lips found the crown of your head, lingering for only a moment, just as his fingers dragged along your side. “Of course, ma vie.”
Those words, the endearment, curled your mouth further; his French was something few were privy to, the side of him he kept hidden—remnants of who he truly was, where he came from. It was all the push you needed, getting the energy to squirm and sit up.
Sirius followed you, pushing to be propped against the armrest, then pulling you to be straddling his lap. You reacclimated, then grinned, smoothing down his hair and playing with his tie. His hands settled on your hips, and his head cocked in question.
“Tell me something in French,” you said, dusting your touch across his shoulders.
But one of your hands was quickly removed, courtesy of his own grip. His other stayed on your torso, thumb rubbing circles on your waist. “Je vois la vie en rose,” Sirius hummed, placing the tips of your fingers to his lips. “À cause de toi.”
He finished with a kiss to the pads, though didn’t move to extract them.
“What?” A soft giggle tumbled out, your index dragging over his cupid’s bow. “Je ne comprends pas.”
He grinned at your poor attempt at the language, leaving one more kiss to your knuckles before dropping the appendage to his chest. His brow raised in amusement. “You’ll just have to learn to find out, then, won’t you?”
Ignoring the taunt, you quickly scooted closer. The sun that filtered in highlighted the scene, nearly picturesque; smoke still rose behind him, and you absently loosened his tie, getting comfortable. “Teach me?”
He considered you for a second, chin raising, then: “What do you want to know?”
You tapped a staccato to the hollow of his throat, thinking. “How do you say…‘I love you’?”
“Really?” he laughed.
Your mouth turned down, a pulled frown, but affection lit his pupils, his head shaking.
“Je t’aime,” he answered.
And this time, it was his fingers that traced your lips. “Je t’aime,” you repeated. When he smiled, you continued, “What about…” you paused once more, “...‘I always think of you’?”
His eyes flickered. “Je pense à toi tout le temps.”
Slowly, you fumbled the words back.
It earned another chuckle. “What else?”
You rolled your eyes, but did melt further into his body as he shifted down the couch. Your lips poised over his left pectoral, the steady beat lying there. “‘You make my heart race.’”
“Tu fais battre mon cœur.”
“Tu fais battre mon cœur,” you echoed, easing your eyes shut, his tenderness too much a balm. “‘I want you.’”
“J’ai envie de toi.”
You murmured it back, voice muffled. After, you remediated, “‘I want to be with you forever.’”
Sirius trailed a thumb along your bottom lip, letting your limbs entangle. He joined you in such relaxation, sunlight and studies draining you both of all energy. One arm curled around your waist, legs slotting, but he kept the hand grazing your face. “Je veux être avec toi pour toujours.”
Your words, whilst slurred, still copied him. “Je veux être avec toi pour toujours.”
Sirius shifted under you, and you looked up, finding his gaze already on you; you, the slope of your nose, the angle of your jaw, the face he would know blind. He gave you a more personal smile, letting your admission ring a few moments more. “Moi aussi, ma chérie. Je veux passer ma vie avec toi.”
Your brow furrowed, mouth heavy with the new phonetics. “What does that mean?”
“Me too, my darling,” he responded, English this time. “I want a lifetime with you.”
You met his smile with one of equal ardor. You adjusted so you could lay on his shoulder, then within the crook of his neck. The smell of smoke wafted off of him, and it reminded you of home. “And that’s what we will have.”
The seconds ticked by, no disruptions. It was only you, him, midday light blooming through the common room. Cigarettes and kisses and mirrored French. Your arms and his legs and the lips that met once, twice, three times.
Lids weighed heavy, dragged down in satisfied fatigue; relaxation you earned. And, as always, you were asleep first, curled against him, later to be found by James, Remus, and entertained smirks.
But before he let go, Sirius let his unfinished sentiment depart, unbeknownst to your half-awake state—the state that caught onto the unfamiliar words. “Tu fais partie de moi,” he breathed, a tongue he hadn’t spoken in so long, “Je t’aimerai pour toujours.”
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translations:
ma vie — my life
Je vois la vie en rose. À cause de toi — I see life in rose. Because of you.
Je ne comprends pas — I don't understand
Tu fais partie de moi — You are a part of me
Je t’aimerai pour toujours — I will love you forever
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At this point I’m just using my page as a dump site for all the art I make to cope with sad feelings
“I hated the lot of them: my parents with their pure-blood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal… my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them… that’s him. He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded.”
my love language is quality time, words of reassurance. i'm enfp-t, scorpio, hufflepuff, i'm french muslim pansexual nonbinary they/he/she, i use any pronouns but this is the order i prefer. i have long curly light brown hair, almond shaped hazel eyes and a few beauty marks on my face. i'm 163cm/5'4ft. i have a wide smile with dimples. i'm chubby and will start a diet for myself and only myself. my favourite colours are lavender (or most shades of purple like russian violet and midnight purple), green sage, canary yellow, light grey blue and brick red. i'm open minded, would defend anyone i think is being right but judged. i really hate unfairness even in the littlest things, as well as toxicity in any form, it triggers me. i'm a people pleaser. i'm an affectionate person. i show my love to my friends by making fun of them (i never cross the line though) or of myself. i am funny and creative. if I can make someone laugh even if i have to embarrass myself in the process i get really happy. i am clumsy (trip on air and hit myself against furniture constantly also almost drop anything i hold). i'm sarcastic and humorous. i often quote vine or audios on tiktok i find funny. i am basically a walking meme i guess. i have a funny laugh and laugh a lot. i am a happy person. i can be loud one moment and suddenly really calm. i am an ambivert. i'm stubborn but patient. i'm sensitive and prefer to talk things out, i'm pretty calm but can get scary when annoyed or really angry. my biggest pet peeve is when people talk to me but when someone will try to get their attention they will right away go to talk to them as if i wasn’t talking in the first place and what i was saying is meaningless, so when people interrupt me and don’t listen to me. i have this habit of cracking my bones constantly, it relaxes me.
i am always listening to music with earphones, dancing and making choreographies. i enjoy listening to kpop. i like to write and when i do i like to put in as many details as possible. i have two cats. i like learning languages, i can speak french, english fluently, italian and spanish moderately and i'm starting to learn korean seriously. i dress in multiple aesthetics. i own 'quirky' earrings. i like makeup. i want to experience a lot with my hair, i would love to bleach and dye it in multiple colours. i believe that family doesn't necessarily mean blood for personal reasons and from experience. i am the kind of person who likes to do multiple things though i often stop something and never or later finish it. i'm overly confident yet extremely self-conscious. i often need reassurance because of trauma i have and trust issues with my family with transphobia and homophobia. my favourite series are alice in borderland and the umbrella academy. i like animes. i get scared easily but laugh and scream when i get scared. i speak with my hands a lot and i am really expressive. i use the finger guns too much and the word period too haha. i zone out a lot and talk to myself constantly. i would like to become an english teacher and still dance in the future. the perfect date would be either chilling in my apartment, going out to the amusement park or a picnic. i get slightly shy when i first meet someone but warm up to them fast. i get shy with people who are interested in me romantically even if i knew them for a while.
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i ship you with dorcas meadowes! ♡
power couple.
leo and scorpio. when you put these two together sparks will inevitably fly.
you met for the first time, while she was on her way to the great hall and you bumped straight into her.
having been writing, you weren’t watching where you were going and bumped into her on complete accident.
she sweetly assures you, that everything’s fine and that she’s glad, you didn’t hurt yourself.
you meet again through a mutual friend and she asks you out.
having a lovely picnic at the black lake, while the sun is beaming down.
you’re both the happiest when you’re together. never ending laughs, glistening eyes and smiles.
same sense of humor and sarcasm.
when she asked you to be her partner, she follows it up with “should i call you my partner? significant other? do you have a personal preference?”
the black lake is your favorite place. just you and her slowly stepping down to the soft murmur of the water, the smell of flowers, picnics, braiding each other's hair and just spending some quality time together.
“i have something for you,” she says and holds out her hand, revealing a large shell. the spirals are perfectly formed and colored in lavender and all possible shades of purple. “a gift,” she continues.
you take the shell, fingertips brushing against dorcas' palm as you do. “thank you” you say. “it's beautiful.”
gestures like that to show you how much she cares.
deep talks about everything there is in life. she’s the one who understands, listens and gives you lot of reassurance.
feels like she needs to protect you and be with you always.
you dye each other’s hair with spells you found in a book from the library.
the magic seemed to flow fairly naturally, quite instantly beginning to yank at your hair, slowly recoloring it.
being bilingual and interested in languages, she loves that you’re french.
“what means doe (her nickname) in french, love?”
from that moment on, you're calling her "ma biche" and she gets all teary eyed.
the ESFJ / ENFP-T match is an interesting one.
attracted to each other's warmth, sensitivity and kindness to each other’s needs.
many subjects to discuss, a common sensibility, humanity and a very big envy to share and talk.
invites you to dance parties in the gryffindor common room and she regularly comes over for the monthly hufflepuff sleepover and helps you loot the kitchen for midnight snacks.
when she looks at you, she really looks at you.
always makes sure to make you feel you have her full attention.
loyal to a fault. she will stand by you until the very end and she'll do the same with what she believes in.
you both have a soft spot for the younger black brother regulus and make it your personal mission to befriend him.
“he always looks so sad y/n, his eyes hold so much pain.. is he okay? i mean obviously not, but is he good?”
like the gryffindor she is, she finally takes up the courage and approaches him, with you at her side.
taking the right approach being slow and letting him set the pace.
you three slowly become friends, even though you have a closer connection to him than dorcas.
his smile was something remarkably extraordinary to you bc you had not seen him reveal much emotion since the very beginning.
it feels as if some deeper connection has been established now - a closer one and it made you return his smile.
right now, the world seems okay. every moment, you love and support the people close to you.
for the lovely @chishiyas-backstory ! 💫✨
thank you for your request. it was a genuine pleasure to write this for you!!
Lily and Remus: We have extremely high standards and expectations!
Sirius and James: *Desperately trying to lick their own elbows*
Remus: What the hell have we gotten ourselves into.
Lily: Apparently our standards are shit.
I feel like Remus is one of those cat people who can sleep anytime they want to, like he’ll literally just lay his head down on Sirius’ lap and fall asleep straight away. Sirius will 100% pretend to be irritated but will sit there and stroke Remus’ hair until he falls asleep too.
House of Black aesthetics
Dmm just thinking about how exile by Taylor Swift are Sirius and Remus most inner thoughts/feelings, when Sirius was in Azkaban after thinking Remus was the spy. 😓✋
One night the Marauders & Co talked about growing old together.
Marlene and Dorcas were making plans about traveling the world together.
Lily and James were looking forward to taking their children to platform 9 3/4.
Sirius was planning all the pranks he would play and dreamt about the future shared with Remus and all his loved ones.
Peter was just looking forward to being in the company of his friends.
Everyone was laughing and having a good time, but Remus was sitting silently.
Lily asked him what’s wrong and he said “I’m a werewolf. I’m probably not going to live that long.”
Everyone froze.
Then Sirius looked at him and said “I promise you, i’ll make sure, you’re gonna outlive all of us, Moony.”
He kept his promise.
𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚 | 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐩 | 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 | 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐚 | 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 | 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐲 ☽
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