𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 | ꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

MUSIC LOVER

request. : Hi love! Could you do one with sirius where, reader and him is in his dorm and reader asks him to put on music on (record player probably cuz they don't have phone) and he gets really insecure, bc what if she doesn't like his music. Buuuut when he sees her tap her foot along to the drums he gets soo happy, and when she mumbles along to his favorite song (i feel like is probably like dancing queen or sum) he just know he's found the person he's going to marry and he's just so happy and cute. If not that's totally fine! Take care 😘😘

requested by @valencia-rou on tumblr

g. : fluff ; muggleborn reader ; secretly pining sirius ; sirius being dramatic again ; reader isn't having it ; they're besties ; sirius is an ABBA lover ; reader is an ABBA lover too ; record player is the secret matchmacker

length : 0.6k

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You sigh heavily and slump back into Sirius' bed, putting aside your unfinished essay. This attracts the attention of the marauder, who was propped up against the headboard and flicking through a muggle book.

"No progress, huh?" there was a touch of amusement in Sirius' tone that made you frown deeper and raise a hand to hit his shin. As soon as the resonating slap echoed through the dorm room, Sirius immediately shouts in mock pain and brings his shin up to clutch at 'painfully', "Ow! The pain! Ahh!" he hisses dramatically as you roll your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips shyly from the display, "It hurts soooo much! Why would you do such a thing, Dollface?!"

"Stop playing Sirius..." he ignores your sass and continues his exaggerated but amusing spectacle.

"I've never felt such agony before in my life!" he lifts the back of his hand to rest on his forehead, sweeping some of his hair to the side and swoons as he peaks an eye at you. In that brief moment, he sees your amused, disbelieving face and quickly formulates a plan, "this pain can only be calmed by a kis-"

"Music!" you gasp and stand from the bed as soon as you see the record player sitting atop a set of drawers beside a stack of books. It was a new addition to the room that Sirius had begged Remus to buy for him in the muggle world so it was fair that you were surprised to see it. Rushing to the record player, you see that there was a vinyl already inside and look up at Sirius with excitement. Lost in your elation, you miss the anxious look Sirius gives you, "Is this yours, Siri?"

"Uh, yeah,"

His mind raced with insecurities as you examined the record player in an attempt to deduce its mechanics. You're a muggleborn and probably had immaculate taste in muggle music compared to his limited knowledge. He wasn't sure about how you'd react to his taste in artists and songs.

"Can I have a listen?" you're still admiring the record player and almost fail to notice how Sirius doesn't answer right away.

Turning to the marauder, you smile and tilt your head curiously, finally prompting him to answer, "go ahead..." he watches you turn to the record player again, "you just have to flip the switch on the right si—"

ABBA's 'Dancing Queen' promptly begins to play, which makes Sirius wince. He was new to the group but he was quickly beginning to like them just as much as Queen. The grimace on his face wasn't for distaste of the music, however, it was, rather, in anticipation for your judgement.

"Oh my god! I love this song!" you squeal, jumping in place before you begin to sing along, swaying your hips and moving your shoulders to the beat. From your perfect citation of the lyrics, Sirius could very well argue that you love ABBA as much as he does, if not, more. Before he knew it, his worries were wiped away, long forgotten and you were pulling him up from the bed to dance together in the middle of the dorm.

Sirius had no choice but to admit that you had never looked so lovely or cute. And to think that she couldn't get any more perfect... he internally praises, grinning widely and happily dances with you

"Je vais l'épouser..." Sirius utters under his breath, still staring at you with an awestruck look on his face.

"Hm? What was that Siri?" you ask, turning to look at him with an innocent tilt of your head, hips still moving to the music.

"Nothing, Doll," Sirius assures and kisses your forehead.

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Translation :

Je vais l'épouser — I'm going to marry her