𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 ~ 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧ { 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 }

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟒𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 "𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬"

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞? 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐨! 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 :) 𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬, 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐫

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You were woken up by the sounds of birds chirping and the softly muffled sounds of idle chatter from outside of your window. Sunbeams were shining on your face, basking the room in warm light shining through the curtains. This moment of peace was quickly broken by the sound of a knock on your door, to which you turned your gaze from the window to the door.

"Come in." You grumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

Sirius opened the door, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "Didn't expect to be awake before you. Good morning."

"Morning." You yawned, trying to get your sleepy eyes to focus on him.

"I'd like to spend the day together, seeing as our wedding is tomorrow. What do you say?" He proposed, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"Alright, but you'll have to come along for my final dress fitting appointment." You brushed your messy hair out of your face, smoothing it back in hopes of making yourself look a bit more presentable. You glanced at the clock on the nightstand, taking note of the time. "I'm supposed to be there in an hour."

Despite your freshly woken up look, Sirius was still looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid his eyes on. The rays of sun peaking through the curtains were causing his stormy grey eyes to appear more blue than usual, and it contrasted beautifully with his raven hair.

"Not a problem. We'll leave when you're ready, but you ought to hurry up so that you have time to eat breakfast before we go." He spoke, standing up.

You nodded, pushing the blanket off of you and swinging your legs over the side of the bed. "This is me hurrying, by the way. Usually I need at least thirty minutes in bed before I even think about getting up."

"Trust me, I know."

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After a delicious breakfast and some wedding talk with Euphemia, Sirius and you went on your way to Diagon Alley. The dress boutique you entered had racks full of gowns that covered every wall, and a round pedestal in the middle to step onto and view your dress. The woman behind the counter had ushered you into a fitting room, leaving Sirius to wander around and touch every interestingly beaded gown he could find.

"Turn around, I'm coming out." You yelled from inside the fitting room.

"Why should I turn around?" He questioned, putting his hands on his hips.

"You're not supposed to see until tomorrow."

"Why not?"

"That's the tradition! It's supposed to be bad luck if you see me in the dress."

"When have we ever stuck to tradition?"

"Shut up and turn around!"

"Okay, okay, fine. Calm down." He rolled his eyes, turning to face the front window of the boutique. "Come on, hurry up."

You stepped out of the fitting room cautiously, making sure that he really had turned around. Once you were sure, you carefully walked up to the pedestal, stepping up onto it to take one final look at it in the mirror.

A wave of emotions hit you as you saw yourself: everything was beginning to feel even more overwhelmingly real as you stared at your reflection. As a teenager, you had always imagined the day you'd be walking down the aisle to marry Sirius, but you never expected it to be under such dire circumstances. After reuniting with him after so many years, you felt extremely opposed to the idea of spending the rest of your life with him, but now? Now you were beginning to feel the same way as you did when you were young and in love. Your heart fluttered at the fact that you were going to be married to your highschool sweetheart, even though it was terrifying to think about in the long run. You tried to push all of your worries about this relationship to the back of your mind, as there was nothing you could do to change the situation. They say that the final stage of grieving something is acceptance, and you felt as though you could finally see that finish line.

All of your mixed emotions resulted in tears rolling down your cheeks, causing you to sniffle. You widened your eyes in horror at the fact that you could see Sirius' back in the mirror behind you, meaning that he must've heard you quietly weeping.

"Y/n? Is everything okay?"

Great. Everyone knows that if someone asks if you're okay, the floodgates open wide and everything comes pouring out.

Sirius turned to you with his eyes closed, holding his arms out in front of him to try and find you. "Where are you?"

You stepped off the pedestal, wiping your face. "Here, I'm right here."

"What's going on? Why are you crying?"

You took his open arms as an invitation to pull him into a hug, which he accepted without complaint despite his surprise. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back.

You cried into his shoulder, trying to quiet yourself down in the fabric of his jacket.

Sirius opened his eyes but kept his head up to avoid looking at your dress as you requested. "Talk to me, Y/n."

You composed yourself enough to get your words out. "It's just a lot to take in, you know? Everything is just happening so suddenly, and I'm scared that things will go poorly. I don't want things to happen the way they did before. I don't...want to lose you again. All of these old feelings are coming up again, and I just..."

He rested his chin on your head, holding you close. "You won't. I love you too much to let you go again."

"...I love you too, Sirius. I never stopped loving you either. You have no idea how much I missed you. I was just scared and insecure and I won't let that happen again."

"I won't let that happen again. I'll make sure that you always feel secure about our relationship. We aren't teenagers anymore, we're adults and we'll act like it. You know, communication and shit."

You laughed at his choice of words, sniffling and looking up at him. "Yeah, communication and shit."

"You have no idea how much self control it's taking to not look at you right now. I deserve some praise." He quipped, lightening the mood.

"I said you couldn't look at it, but I never said you couldn't feel it."

"I think that came out dirtier than you intended, but I'll take that as an innocent offer to get an idea of what you look like right now." He ran his hand down your back, feeling the intricate work on the dress. "Are these beads? Now you've got me excited."

"Excited about beads?"

"Well yeah, I like the beaded dresses I saw. Very sexy." He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, letting go of him. "Alright, that's enough imagination for one day. I'm going to get changed now."

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You spent the rest of the afternoon walking through the streets of Diagon Alley and catching each other up on lost time. At some point he had taken your hand to lead you somewhere, but you quickly realised that it was just an excuse for him to hold your hand as he never let go after that. It felt like old times again, and you could feel the missing part of your heart healing.

By evening, the two of you had returned to the Potter's house so that Sirius could attend his mini bachelor party thrown by the rest of the Marauders. While he was off partying with his friends, you spend the evening unwinding from your long day and preparing for tomorrow's event. Euphemia assured you that everything was ready, and that you didn't have to do anything but get some well needed rest. Even though you tried your best to help her prepare the garden for the ceremony, she insisted that you go straight to bed and sent you on your way up with a warm cup of tea.

The tea didn't help you very much as you were still laying wide awake from the nerves. Tomorrow you'd officially be married to Sirius Black.

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