23 - Adventure-seeking Spirits || Sam Drake X Fem!reader

𝓓𝓪𝔂 23 - Adventure-seeking Spirits || Sam Drake x fem!reader

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Summary: Sam is the oldest of the Drake brothers, and you happen to have a major crush on him. When the opportunity arises, you'll use all of your skills to get to know Samuel better and deeper.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1200

Author: Bear

A/N: The prompt for today is: Creampie

You dealt with Nathan's older brother, Samuel Drake, many times before. Although he was always kind to you and offered a lot of support if needed, his attitude towards his younger brother's best friend was far from friendly from time to time - it rather looked like he wanted to devour you. Men paid attention to you because you were young with an attractive body, always dressed in fitted clothes that accentuated every single curve of your figure, hugging your ass, thighs, and boobs nicely. You came to Drakes' apartment that day for you had found a clue to another mission: finding a flooded cave where some old artifacts were likely hidden by corsairs centuries ago. Your outfit consisted of a white shirt and plaid short skirt, white sneakers, and thigh-high black socks.

You were welcomed by Sam, who informed you that Nathan was away - younger Drake and Sully were apparently already heading to the cave. With hungry eyes, you surveyed Sam's features as he explained the next steps to you so eagerly. Despite his late 30s, Samuel Drake was tall and handsome, with a well-defined jawline and dark hair that was always messy but brushed back as neatly as possible. Another thing that turned you on to him was his eagerness for adventures. "Sam, may I ask you a question?" You interrupted him, your tone innocent and sweet.

He nodded, "Sure."

Your blunt question prompted you to walk closer to him, "When was the last time you were with a woman?"

He appeared to be blushing, suggesting that it had been a while for him, so you only smirked. "How would you react if I asked you to fuck me right now, right here?"

"Uhm," he started, his tone a little hesitant. Sam reached out to rub his nape, his eyes lowered as he looked at the floor of his little, messy room. "I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N," he said. "We're friends, though."

Your hips swung temptingly, just for him, as you got closer to him. "Don't be shy, Sam, I've seen you eat me with your eyes many times before."

Older Drake blushed harder. "Uhm, Y/N..."

Your eyebrows rose at him. He felt your hand running up his leg until you grasped at his cock through his pants after standing right by his side. You smirked at him, "Well, so we have a problem because I want your cock in me, Drake."

His eyes looked down at you; he could feel his brain handing the wheel over to his dick; he knew it was wrong - and risky - but right and wrong ceased to matter when you both wanted it, and this was what he sensed in you. Primal urges were taking over and convincing him that he had to mate, reproduce, above all else.

Sam breathed heavily, "I don't have any condoms."

Putting both of your hands on his belt, you unbuckled it, pulled it off, held it to the side, and dropped it. You didn't even look at him. "I don't fucking care, Drake."

After hearing his belt hit the ground, Sam acted; he couldn't take it anymore. Sam threw his morals aside and threw his face at yours; he grabbed you by the cheeks and slipped his tongue into your mouth, offering you a deep and passionate kiss.

Immediately, you began unbuttoning his shirt as he pushed your back towards the desk; you tripped over it and sent papers flying everywhere. Sam then grabbed your hips and lifted you up to the desk. After undoing the last button, his shirt parted, but he kept it on, unlike yours which he eagerly lifted over your head, exposing your big, young tits.

After lightly tickling your nipple with his tongue, Sam put your areola in his mouth, trying to engulf as much of it as possible, grunting as he did, sending vibes through your body.

"Yeah, just like that," you moaned. There was no doubt in my mind that you fucking wanted this, Drake."

It caused him to give you the longest, wettest kiss he'd ever experienced.

Your panty-clad cunt ached against the fabric of Sam's pants as you spread your legs and pulled him closer to you, licking his well-defined jawline.

Sam pulled your skirt a little up and yanked your panties down and off one leg so that they clung to your other thigh. He grunted in anticipation at the sight: you were completely shaven with large, puffy lips and a tiny, pink, glistening slit, and your skin around your mound was lighter - clearly highlighted by your tan lines. His zipper was pulled open, and he pulled out his hard, heavy cock; he rubbed it up and down your wet pussy until it was covered in your juices. Sam guided his eager dick with one hand while holding you with the other. As it went in, you both gasped in unison. His pleasure rushed over him as he entered the tightest, littlest, teenage twat that he'd ever experienced; Sam thrust his cock in and held your face with both hands; his head rested against yours as your lust-filled eyes met.

The cunt held Sam firmly, milking him with a vice-like grip while he slid his dick up and down against the bumpy, narrow walls. Each thrust was more blissful than the last, each thrust faster than the one before.

"Yeah, that's it," you moaned, rolling your head back, grasping at your boob with one hand. "Faster! Fuck me like you want to, Drake! Fuck me like I know you want to!"

While your tits bounced up and down, Sam pounded your sweet, little pussy into oblivion, causing you both to grunt and groan with each plunge. He was being pampered in every way: the taste of your sticky saliva on his tongue, the sight of your gorgeous, young body gleaming with sweat, the sound of your cute voice moaning, the intoxicating smell of your sweet musk, and most of all, the sensation of your tiny, young, wet cunt pulling on his throbbing cock. Sam grunted in a husky voice, "I'm gonna cum."

"It would be really hot if you came inside me," you panted, licking your lower lip.

A long, almost whiny groan escaped Sam's lips. "You shouldn't say things like that, doll."

You giggled mischievously, "Why not? You never cum in a girl before?"

That fucking last line sent him over the edge; suddenly he was cumming even faster and harder than he had expected. He held your hips and slowed his fast pounding to rhythmic thrusts that matched the waves of pleasure rolling over him as his cock throbbed and spasmed inside your womb - painting your pink walls white with warm, thick semen of his.

With one final thrust, Sam buried himself balls-deep inside of you until every last drop of hot, salty cum was out of him. Sam watched as thick, gooey ropes of sperm oozed out of your swollen, reddened cunt as he slowly pulled out. "Oh fuck," he exclaimed breathlessly. "I can't believe we did that."

Your coos were affectionate as you stroked Sam's cheek. "I won't tell anyone that you had me.”

A Helpful Ally || Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

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Summary: After yet another "disagreement" with people he "works with", Tommy meets you on his way home, already knowing that you will not let him handle things on his own.

Warnings: none

Word count: 740

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Recovery

As a result of yet another fight he had gotten into, Tommy had an intense pain in the side of his chest. Normally, he would not have gotten to your place, but he met you on the street on his way home and after being asked too many questions, he agreed to follow you to your house. "I told you, Y/N, I'm fine, it's nothing."

"No, Tom. I'm done with your excuses. Get inside on your own, or I'll drag you in myself," you growled, frustrated with his nonsense. It was obvious he didn't look good, yet he remained stubborn, as always.

With a loud sigh and rubbing his temple, Tommy stepped into your flat and slowly took his thick, black coat off, hanging it on a wooden hanger standing by the door.

"Tommy, you look like shit this time. What happened?" You asked as you walked into the bathroom to get whatever you needed.

"Just a little disagreement," he told you simply, and headed to your living room.

As you grabbed a bottle of whiskey for him, you muttered, "Little you say? It looks like a big argument where you got beaten up to me." Tommy took a seat on a couch and followed you with his blue eyes. "Might be considered a big disagreement."

"Undress," you ordered, handing him the bottle.

He accepted the bottle but put it on a coffee table standing in front of the couch. "I don't need it."

"If you say so," you nodded and sat down. Once your equipment was on the coffee table, you began slowly unbuttoning his vest and shirt.

He let you do that, his gaze never left your face. "You're not a nurse. How do you imagine patching me up?"

During the course of undressing him, you told him, "Well, my aunt is a nurse, and she showed me a few things, perfect for situations like this."

The wound wasn't deep, which made you sigh in relief. "The little disagreement doesn't involve a knife, I thought," you offered him a glance and curled your lips in a mischievous grin.

To prevent himself from groaning, Tommy clenched his teeth together as you ran your fingers along the edges of his wound. Looking at him briefly, you began cleaning the wound carefully so that it would not get any worse.

Tommy sat calmly, breathing steadily despite the sharp, burning pain that spread throughout his body whenever you touched the wound. "I appreciate it."

"Tommy Shelby appreciates something? That's something new," you said as you carefully wrapped the wound. "You ain't leaving this house today, I hope you know that."

His eyebrow was cocked. "What do you mean?"

Your reply was simple, "You're staying with me tonight. I'm not letting you walk around like this."

"Y/N, it's far from necessary."

"There is a wounded person in my house. I apologize for that, but I will decide where you stay. I will also take into account that this will not be the first time you stay here overnight," you winked at him as a smile spread across your lips.

A mischievous grin appeared on his lips as he recalled your naked form curled against him during one of his many overnight stays at your apartment. After treating his wound, you kissed his cheek before getting up.

His hand briefly stroked your cheek.

"I'll put the stuff away. You can go to the bedroom, I'm sure you remember where it is."

Tommy heeded your advice, and soon he was lying on your bed with his hands under his head.

When you joined him in your bedroom, you commented, "For once, you listened to me. This was something new for you."

"Will you now play a nurse for me, Y/N?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

"Mr. Shelby, I have no choice but to keep an eye on you since you like to get yourself into trouble so much," you bit your lower lip, gently caressing his cheek.

He smiled at you. I really appreciate your kindness and sweet gesture, Y/N."

Turning your head away slightly, you tried to hide the blush that crept onto your cheeks. "Oh, Tommy, you're such a sweet talker!"

Tommy caught your chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled you close to him; after brushing your noses together, he whispered softly, "I can be sweet for people I deeply care about, Y/N."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 28 - "My Little Flame" || demon!Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

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Summary: Kyojuro ensures that you are completely satisfied during his yet another visit.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1185

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Knotting

A demon is an evil being. They are cold and uninterested. A demon's only source of joy is the torture of souls. They can, however, only operate where there is shame or anger, whether deserving or fictitious. When you curse, appeal to negativity, or seek vengeance, or truly intend cruel things to happen to others, the demon spirits will hear you from their den because your tone is a kind of their "dial tone."

Kyojuro became truly evil after transforming into a demon, his worst traits amplified by primal demon instincts.

However, the transformation in him did not end with his soul and heart. His outward appearance has also changed; his hair has grown longer, resembling a blazing fire, his formerly slender fingers have turned into sharp, reddened claws, and his eyes, once so understanding, were now clouded by an insatiable desire to kill and devour humans.

But one thing remained constant within him: his desire to possess you. Kyojuro realized that his feelings shared with you, back when he was a human, were too strong and grew too large to simply vanish within the raging fire of destruction within his soul. He was visiting you almost every night, as promised, devouring you and your body, which he craved ever so badly.

That night was no exception.

He didn't have problems crossing the threshold of your room; he usually used the half-opened window while summer was still in full swing.

Kyojuro slid into your bed like a snake, hovering over your sleeping form and looking down at you, his eyes gleaming with primal desire while slipping over every curve of yours.

"You seem to enjoy coming here every night," you said quietly as you opened your eyes to look at him.

You weren't dozing off. How could you possibly be sleeping? He came to see you every night, and you couldn't get enough of him. You didn't dare to tell anyone about what was going on. You wanted to protect him, despite being a Hashira. "It's good to see you again, my love," you said as you cupped his cheek.

Instead of responding, Kyojuro's lips brushed against the side of your neck as he inhaled your warm scent, which lingered all over his face. "I won't break the promise I made to you, little flame," his voice grunted in the darkness as his fiery eyes found yours.

"I'm sure you won't. My man of honor, you always keep your promises," you moved your hands into his hair while softly laughing. "I couldn't wait to see you once more."

His claws slid under your striped shirt and grazed your bare skin; the way your flesh felt in his paws tingled his senses, making him smirk. "Your mouth is golden, and so are your words, but could we skip the courtesy and get right to the point?" Kyojuro inquired as his left hand rested next to your head and his right began working on the string of your shorts.

"You get very impatient, love. I never expected to see you so desperate for me, should I be concerned that you've come here solely for my body?" You couldn't help but poke fun at him. It was always entertaining to play with his nerves.

Kyojuro didn't respond, instead he slipped his clawed hand inside your shorts and pressed on your clitoris; his claw soon slipped down your slit, teasing the entrance.

You gasped loudly as you bucked your hips slightly to receive more friction from him. You bit your lower lip while giggling at him. "You do become irritable."

When your words vanished into the room's silence, another sound followed - the sound of your shorts being ripped apart by the sharp claws.

You looked at him with an angry expression after letting out a surprised yelp. It was difficult to keep up with the number of clothes he ripped and destroyed since his first visit.

He quickly undid his belt and pushed his pants down, revealing his hard cock, which sprung free and proudly rested against his abdomen.

Your tiny palm barely encircled the impressive shaft, giving it a few strokes from tip to base. "Always prepared. Every night, you spoil me, love," you hushed before gently kissing his beck.

He quickly parted your legs and pushed into you, not waiting for you to adjust to his size. "So tight," he said, a smirk on his lips. "Your cunt was always so tight for me, and it is always dripping wet."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer and deeper. With a soft moan, you looked down between your bodies to admire the bulge in your lower belly that grew with each thrust. You clutched his arms, whimpering at the sweet sensation of his cock filling you up.

His demon senses drove him furiously into you; he felt divine being buried in your soft cunt and seriously considered slitting your throat with one of his sharp claws. Kyojuro was driven insane by the single through about you bleeding to death while being fucked by him; it made him pound into you faster; the entire bed rocked back and forth with each thrust.

One of your hands moved up his arm, reaching his neck and then his cheek. You smiled, cupping his cheek, and drew him into a deep kiss, oblivious to his sharp teeth.

During the kiss, he bit your lower lip, drawing blood from it. He began pounding harder and harder.

"Kyojuro, fuck!" You whined up to his lips. "Please. Please, make me yours. Please, I'm betting on you."

"I'll cum, I'll milk you with my seed, and you'll carry my child," he grumbled, his eyes glowed with desire.

"I will! Please, Kyojuro, believe me. I'll be yours, and I'll gladly carry your child," you promised, clutching his arm tightly.

He lifted one of your legs and rested it against his shoulder; the change in angle allowed his cock to penetrate you deeper. His dick soon began to throb.

Your back arched slightly as you yelled his name. Your own release could be felt building up in your lower belly.

The knot in Kyojuro's cock swollen when he spurted his cum in your pussy, making it impossible for him to withdraw his dick. "Fuck you, Y/N," he hissed into your ear, pushing deeper in to loosen his knot.

"Fuck me," you pleaded. As you reached your own climax, you moaned loudly. You wrapped your arms around him, hissing at the sensation of being so full.

His movements became sloppier. When the knot in his cock loosened, Kyojuro grunted and pulled his cock out; his semen slowly poured out of your abused hole.

You sighed sadly at the feeling of emptiness, but smiled softly at him. "There's still time before the inevitable sunrise. Would you like to cuddle?"

He measured you with his cold gaze as he gathered the last drop of his cum from the top of his cock; he put his claw into your mouth, so you could suck it clean. "If this is what you want, Y/N, my little flame."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 29 - Smaller Is Better || Arataki Itto x fem!reader

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Summary: Itto simply loves your size.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 491

Author: Cass

A/N: The prompt for today is: Size Kink

As it always is with Oni, you're tiny in comparison to him; he's large and strong. Despite all this, he loves your size, it makes you cute in your own way, and this charm always makes him go crazy over you.

When he eats you out, teasing you with his sharp teeth, or touching you carefully to avoid hurting you with his claws, your quiet whimpers are like music to his ears.

"You're so tight," Itto chuckles, trying his best to push you onto his massive cock only to earn a whimper from you; he immediately places his hand on your lower belly, swallowing hardly at the bulge he causes. "Careful now, little one."

One of the things that makes the experience so special is the feeling of the soft warmth of your walls as you hold him so tightly. He needs to stop fucking you and flipping you however he wants. 

In truth, you're more than grateful he doesn't intend to hurt you.

After exhaling a shaky breath, you begin moving your hips slowly, taking as much of his cock as your tight cunt allows; not even half of his cock is in, and you already feel full.

"C'mon, don't force yourself. I don't want my little girl to get hurt," Itto teases you, moving his finger to your clit to play with your bundle of nerves.

Indulging in the sweet feeling of his cock stretching your pussy, you start moving your hips a little faster. It still hurts a little bit, but soon that feeling is replaced by sweet pleasure. It causes you to moan.

As you move your hips, Itto keeps playing with your cute, tiny slit.

It takes a long time before you can fully slide down his shaft.

"A-ha! See, my brave, good, little girl? I knew you could do it," he exclaims, grasping your hips. 

You moan as soon as he starts moving. "Fuck. Itto… I can't!"

"I'm sure you can! Who else would but my girl, right?" Itto smiles, speeding up his pace.

Nodding, you just take it, letting him use you as he pleases until you can no longer handle it. As your climax washes over you, you whimper his name as loudly as your throat allows you to.

When your walls embrace him so perfectly he can no longer hold himself back, Itto feels at peace. Ropes of warm cum fill you, creating a white ring where the two of you are connected. "S-so fucking good. Wanna go again?" He asks as his arms tighten around you.

As you laugh, you shake your head, still trying to catch your breath. "I love you Itto, but I need a break."

Laughing, he squeezes your arm, "Oh... Yes! Right, right. A short break for my little girlfriend. Just so you know, I love you. You know that, right?"

"I know, Itto. I love you too," you nod with a smile spreading across your lips.

Make Your Wish || Ivar the Boneless x fem!reader

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Summary: Ivar decides to cheer you up after an unfortunate event that left you feeling down

Warnings: none ♥

Word count: ~ 1175

Authors: Fenrir & Cass A/N: The prompt for today is: Stargazing according to my best friend, "Ivar speaks as if he watched too much Lion King before it was even animated, lol”  ♥

There's no way you can believe it: Hvitserk cheated on you, and he isn't even sorry about the thing.

Even though you knew Hvitserk's tendencies, you hoped this time would be different; you hoped to love and be loved.

Now that you're sitting outside The Great Hall sobbing and trying to calm down as the feast is taking place, you realize you're a fool.

The inside of the building is filled with loud and happy sounds.

The only thing you want is to hide from everyone, even if others have already forgotten what happened.

Throughout the entire feast thrown by his older brother, Ivar kept an eye on you, including the scene where you caught a drunk Hvitserk fucking a thrall. After seeing, you running out, crying like a child, he decided you shouldn't be left alone.

Since he is used to crawling, Ivar decides to leave his crutch against the wooden table.

As he crawls by, he hisses and curses people, trying to think of a place you could go.

Upon leaving the Great Hall, Ivar sits casually on the ground with his back against the wall; although he is good at crawling, this shit is fucking exhausting.

It only takes him a second or two to notice the shoe prints you left, and he instinctively follows them as he scans the path leading deeper into the village.

Sitting on stones, you wipe your tears away. Accepting it is still very difficult for you. Why does he do this to you when you tried your best?

You almost fall off the stone when something suddenly touches your leg. Sighing with relief, you realize it's Ivar. "By the gods, Ivar! You scared me."

He smiles mischievously. "I didn't mean to, I mean it," he says, sitting flat on his ass and adjusting his legs. "I saw you leaving and thought I'd check out the reason."

Leaving the stone, you sit next to him.

While Ivar isn't perfect, he can be a decent man when he wants to be.

"Check out the reason? You and everyone else know why."

"Hvitserk." The word is spit through his clenched teeth as if it were some kind of dark spell. It's always Hvitserk. What did he do today?"

Your tears flow again as you explain, "He fucked the thrall, everyone saw it, he made a fool of me! What the hell was he thinking? I was good to him, and he just treated me like I was nothing? Am I really that useless, Ivar?"

The abrupt, unexpected outburst makes Ivar blink a few times and grimace a bit; he had always had trouble dealing with crying people.

You quickly wipe away the tears, "I'm sorry, you probably don't care about this. I really didn't expect this to happen."

Ivar instinctively wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. "Hush," he whispers.

Taking a deep breath and nuzzling him, you let out a heavy sigh; it feels so strange, but also so good and calming at the same time.

"Thank you," you whisper.

It's dark outside, so you cannot see his reaction - he smiles to himself. "You're welcome."

As you pull away, you look at him and say, "I bet you think I'm pathetic. At the end of the day, I heard so many things about Hvitserk and his unfaithfulness, so I don't see why I am surprised. I was so stupid, and now I cry for that!"

Nodding occasionally, he listens to you. To his utter surprise, he feels bad for you, and he feels he knows exactly how you feel. He has felt that way before, too. "I didn't say that, these are your words, Y/N," he tells you softly.

Nodding, you wipe your cheek, looking at him. "It must have been difficult crawling all the way here. Thank you for coming to check on me," you tell him, offering him a gentle smile.

Ivar shrugs simply. "Why are you worried about a cripple? You're going through hardship, not me," Ivar says calmly and improves his position to rest his back more against  the rocks you sat on before. Ivar whispers, "Look," and he points his index finger at the dark sky.

As you gaze up at the sky, you improve your position so that your back also rests against the stones. There are many stars in the dark sky, like beautiful lanterns set against a deep darkness.

"Make your wish quickly, Y/N!" Ivar shouts, pointing at two shooting stars. As he closes his eyes, he murmurs something to himself.

Before looking at him, you also close your eyes and murmur your own wish. "What was your wish?" You ask him openly.

A shrug of the shoulders accompanies his response, "For Bjørn to die. What was yours?"

With a blink, you soon giggle and shake your head; it's never clear if Ivar's serious or joking. You respond, "To meet someone who will make me happy," without much thought.

After a moment of thinking, Ivar leans forward and kisses your cheek briefly. The smirk on his lips widens as he stares at you for a moment. "It appears that the second part of my wish has just come true," he adds.

Totally confused by his behaviour, you stare at him in shock. "Second part? What's that?"

"That if I kiss you, you won't smack me."

You smack him on the head with a frown, then kiss his cheek.

Looking up at the stars, he smiles brightly and rests his back against the rocks. "Do you like stargazing?"

"Honestly, I do. They are so beautiful, just like diamonds or other shiny stones," you nodded and returned to watching the stars. "How about you?"

"I do, actually. I enjoy spending some productive alone time overthinking all my mistakes," he smiles, more to himself, joking darkly. "As stupid as it may sound, I like to imagine that my father and otherwise kings, among gods, are looking down on us from this endless darkness above."

"It's what my mom says, too," you smile and point at the big, bright star in the sky. "I give you my left hand as proof that this is Ragnar right now looking at us."

After cocking his brow, Ivar nods. "It might be. But if you're mistaken, you'd be left handleless, wouldn't you?"

Playfully pushing his shoulder, you tease, "He's watching his youngest son."

Despite his eyebrows cocked, Ivar gives you a stern look before smiling widely. "I would appreciate some help with horses if you could join me at the stables tomorrow. It's my turn to take care of them."

"I would love to help you, especially now that I don't have to worry about Hvitserk," you nod your head a little too eagerly.

Ivar smiles and squeezes your hand, telling you "Fuck him, you deserve fucking better. "I already cannot wait for tomorrow," you laugh, squeezing his hand. It may be that the youngest Ragnarsson is not as bad as his depictions by others suggest, you think to yourself

The Emotional Reunion || Sirius Black x fem!reader

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Summary: After meeting Sirius in the Diagon Alley, you're in shock - did he actually escape Azkaban prison or was your mind playing tricks on you?

Warnings: none

Word count: 959

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Cuddling

He despised the number 12 Grimmauld Place. With all of his strength.

However, since escaping Azkaban, Sirius has offered the home to the Order of the Phoenix. It became his secret hideout, where he tried to get his life back on track after being imprisoned for a long time.

Despite regretting his decision to stay there, Sirius discovered one argument that proved he was wrong with all the hatred he harbored in his heart for so long - he met you nearby one day.

You couldn't believe what you saw when you first saw him; were your own minds playing tricks on you?As soon as you realized that it was him, there were no words to describe how happy you were. The first thing you did was throw yourself into his arms and embrace him tightly.

Sirius didn't want to draw attention to himself by embracing you in the middle of Diagon Alley, so he asked if you'd like to have a cup of tea near where he stayed. 

As you gripped Sirius' shoulder, your arm twisted away from you; the next thing you knew, everything went dark; your eardrums seemed to be squeezed deeper into your skull; the next thing you knew, you and Sirius were standing in the middle of a long, dark corridor.

Seeing the place, you smiled; there was no way he could take you anywhere else. Just to make sure he was really here, you glanced at him again. "It's going to take a lot of tea if we want to discuss everything," you whispered, smiling at him.

Kreacher was asked by Sirius to make a pot of tea and prepare some biscuits he had baked the previous day.

He then led you to the living room, where he invited you to sit on the couch. "There isn't much to talk about. I've been immersed in the most poignant darkness you could ever imagine."

Looking at him, you shook your head; in an attempt to make any sense of what you were saying, you moved your hands frantically. "Why didn't you contact me or come see me? How did you escape?"

"Let me keep it a secret forever, it cost me everything," he said as he crossed his legs. "I did not contact you because it was not a wise idea; they were searching everywhere for me, which could have led to trouble for you."

"With or without you, I tend to get into trouble, especially with my niffler running around," you rolled your eyes and moved closer to him. "I've been worried. Every day I wondered how you're doing. I've missed you dearly."

"So many years, right?"

As you stared at him, you sighed and said, "Too many years, indeed."

Seeing your expressions, he could tell you were relieved that he was free again. Taking your shoulders in his arms, Sirius embraced you, hugging you softly. "I'm so happy to see you doing well, Y/N."

Hugging him as tight as you could, you smiled. There was no way you could keep it together anymore. "There is no single word that can describe my happiness now. I thought I would never see you again in my life, but here you are, with me again."

As he brushed a strand of your hair away from your flushed cheek, he asked, "Will you join us in our fight against Voldemort?"

"Does Niffler like shiny things?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as you cupped his hand and nuzzled it. "Of course I do. It's been a long time since I promised to follow you no matter what. And I don't break my promises."

Kreacher quickly served tea and biscuits.

Slowly, Sirius played with your hair as he held you close. "Upon hearing how eager you are, I'm conflicted. It won't be easy or safe, but I can't afford to lose you."

You nodded. "Let's not think about that right now. Let's just enjoy the tea."

A small mug filled with hot liquid was handed to you by him as he said, "I wish you could meet my godson. I believe he will play a major role in the battle against Voldemort."

Before taking a little sip, you blew on the cup and smiled softly. "I'm sure I'll have a chance to meet him."

He downed the mug quickly, returned it to the table, and then wrapped his arms tightly around your figure, holding you close. "I missed you so much. Every night, I dreamed about you."

Putting the cup away, you sat comfortably on his lap. As your arms wrapped around him, your head rested on his shoulder. "There are no words to describe how much I missed you. When I first saw you, I was sure that you were a ghost. Thankfully, I was mistaken."

"The only thing that brought light to the darkness surrounding me was you. Whenever I thought of you, I felt a little better."

"It doesn't matter anymore. You are free and back with me," you said softly, gently touching his chest.

The pieces of Sirius' heart that had been struggling to fit into this world became so quiet as he cuddled with you, as if they had found peace, as if they needed your glue to bridge their gaps and connect together again. "My love," he said quietly.

Assuredly, you said, "I am here and I am not leaving. I will never let you go."

The soul connection of your eyes, your sweet touch, and the strength of a long-awaited hug told the story of the emotional reunion Sirius was experiencing. Having joy take center stage once again, filling Sirius' heart to the brim, was a sweet release, a relief that made him gasp quietly. "It's so pleasant to be reunited."