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aceofspadegrass · 3 years

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Crack involving Couch Stealing

Characters: Aguni Morizono, Hatter, Chishiya Shuntaro, Last Boss, Niragi Suguru, Mira Kano, Ann Rizuna, Kuzuryuu (Brief Mention really-), Kuina Hikari (Also a brief mention), @brainwashedkittenstuff, @a-simp-20, and yours truly

Genre: This is literally crack. We stole stuff like gremlins.

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I don't even know if I got us accurate you guys, this is literal crack- I tried my best okay? I hope you like it-

It all started with Hatter calling an emergency executive meeting.

Nobody of that caliber was exactly expecting it when Hatter made the sudden announcement, especially since it seemed too important to pass up. Whatever it was had to have been so crucial that it couldn’t have been done in private. Maybe there were new members that they had to attend for? Perhaps Hatter finally figured out where the heck the face cards could possibly be.

Maybe he got a new kimono and just wanted to show off to the group.

But still, they all show up to the meeting, and Hatter was impatiently pacing back and forth at the front. He seemed pensive, and that caught everyone’s attention, several pair of eyes watching the man clad in red. Finally, Hatter stops, slowly coming to the position as he turns towards everyone, scanning each and every face behind his sunglasses. “ We have a problem.” Hatter states, lowly and filled with suspicion and irritation. A few of them look at him curiously from their seats, Last Boss leaning a little closer as he rested his arms on the sword bag from where he stood.

“ What is it?” Ann asks him, and Hatter glances at her, the air tense as everyone waited for his answer. It had to have been something serious if Hatter looked this mad, but not where he would usually send Aguni and his little pack of gremlins to handle it without having to rally the group like this.

“…… Someone stole some of my kimonos and my good hats.” He scowls, tilting his head down where a shadow fell upon his face. “ Not only that, but they also took my couch. My fucking couch.”

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, trying to process this. Niragi was the first to react, scowling and groaning loudly, his eyes rolling in his head like an angry wave. “ Oh my fucking goodness, you called us here for a missing couch?”

“ And kimono and hat!” Hatter retorts, his hands slamming against the table and making it shake. Niragi scoffs, his lip curling. “ So? It’s just a bunch of shit, why do you care?” “ See, this is why you’re my least favourite.” Hatter looks directly at the barbeque lizard, who looks at him angrily, sitting up.

“ You take that back you egotistical lawn flamingo-“ “ Okay, settle down. Hatter, may I ask why you’re so riled up over this that you had to call us all here?” Ann looks at Niragi for a second with narrowed eyes before turning her attention back to Hatter, Niragi huffing and slumping back into his chair with a face of annoyance, fingers curling and uncurling against the fabric of his shirt.

“ Well obviously, I need someone to be on the lookout and catch these criminals!” “ Oh, so you don’t know who did it then.” Chishiya croons, tilting his head slightly to the right. “ And so you expect us to figure out who, in this vast space full of people, took some of your supposed ‘precious’ items?” “ Yes! You got it!” Hatter grins, and Chishiya just looks at Hatter with that face, eyes half-lidded and slightly smiling in that way that nobody could tell what he was thinking at the moment. He doesn’t look away for a while, just staring straight at the madman they called their leader.

Niragi grumbles under his breath, but finally tilts his head back to Hatter. “ If we find these assholes, can I kill them?” Hatter just smiles, taking a step back and slowly unfurling his arms wide, his grin becoming wider. “ Well, you know what the rules are: Death to the traitors.” —————————————————————————————————

The Beach was huge, but there was no way that they could possibly miss someone carrying a whole ass couch, right? Wrong. Apparently it was hard as dicks.

The group of both factions asked and looked around for the identity of these people, but nobody has seen a thing, especially anyone carrying a whole couch around the Beach. Neither has anyone seen anyone with any kimonos or hats. A few offered the idea that maybe they hid it away, since they were just clothing articles and perhaps they were ready to take it away somewhere else or reasons unknown.

They even went through every single room in search of anything suspicious. Aguni had gotten the entire militant sect in search of these items, even if most of them had no real clue why these items were this important.

There was nothing. Every room was practically the same, with a few differences here and there that held a hint of individuality, but by the end they were all left in the same state of ransack. They couldn’t be neat about this, especially since clothes could be very easily hidden. A couch, less so, but an initial glance would always prove whether or not the couch was anywhere in sight.

Chishiya had resorted himself to just watching from a high spot, hidden from everyone as he stares below into the lobby. at a bird’s eye view. He had already sent Kuina away to ask people about what they might have seen, and now he just needed to wait if she came back with anything worth of note.

Ann was currently doing the same, in fact, seeing if she could piece anything together that could detect a potential suspect. So far, there was nothing of note. Not a single bit of clue of anyone with hats, kimonos, or what should have been a very visible couch.

Niragi and Last Boss ended up working together in forcing answers out of anyone that even looked remotely suspicious to them, and receiving the same answers of ‘ No, I haven’t seen anything!’ followed by either running or being frozen in fear of what the two could potentially even do to them. Mira and Kuzuryuu were taking the more simpler approach of just keeping an eye out as they went about their day, careful eyes watching everyone’s movements in the case that they may slip and reveal a connection to the robbery. A note, a simple sign, anything of worth.

Even Hatter was on the move, as he was adamant on retrieving his items back, no matter what. He’s changed out of his usual outfit in favour of a much simpler robe. Hatter knew that there was a chance he wouldn’t hold back, and he didn’t want to stain a perfectly good kimono in this natural punishment. After all, he had to uphold his own rules, didn’t he? Meanwhile, Aguni was out by the cars. There was a chance they could attempt to escape the Beach altogether. Now why steal a bunch of Hatter’s stuff in the meanwhile was unbeknownst to him, and likely unknown to everyone, but it happened, and now here he was.

“ Hey, what brings you out here?” A voice snaps him from his scan over the area, and he looks down to someone smiling up at him, dressed in simple modest swimwear of a tan variety, along with a head covering. Aguni looks around briefly, wondering where this person even came from, or whether this was connected to the case Hatter presented today. He looks back at her, who remained smiling at him, politely and without a hint of mischief or other intention. “ I’m looking for someone. Have you seen someone with some kimonos, maybe some hats? A whole couch, even.” Aguni asks her, as he’s asked others that dared even approach Aguni. The woman shrugs, staring at the cars with a simple curiosity.

“ Nope, not a clue. What kind of person has a whole couch? Isn’t that kind of ridiculous?” Aguni nods a little. It certainly did sound a bit ridiculous, but it was reality, and the reality of it was that someone stole a whole couch along with some articles of clothing. The woman lets out a low whistle, and looks back up at Aguni. “ Well, I wish you luck that you find what you’re looking for! Hopefully they haven’t gotten far!” With that, she walks away, apparently just on a simple stroll and with no ill intention of walking anywhere far. Aguni found the interaction a little strange, but he didn’t exactly suspect them, as they must’ve just gotten curious as to why he was standing out here by himself when there wasn’t even any reason to really be near the cars yet.

So he goes back to watching the cars, counting them just in case. He had to make sure nobody got away with this odd crime.

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Hours pass, and none of them could spot a single thing. Not a single kimono, not a single hat, and no couch.

“ Are you sure someone stole your stuff? Because this is all amounting to wasted time.” Ann questions, folding pale arms over her chest as she looks to Hatter. Hatter nods with a firm determination, Ann continuing to look at Hatter with an air of a serene cold disbelief.

“ Do you mind proving it then? If you wouldn’t mind." “ Of course, of course! Right this way!” Hatter leads the group of executives through the hallway and to his room suite, opening the door and letting them in. Immediately, they could see the clear lack of one of Hatter’s couches, which made the room oddly empty, the table lacking its companion.

“ And look here!” Hatter gestures to his closet, and everyone comes over to take a look. For the most part, everything seemed normal, but a few hangers were clearly now empty, in a random selection that nearly hid the crime unless there was a keen eye that would recognize the pattern, Hatter pouting dramatically. “ A woe! And look down here.” Hatter waves a hand down at boxes on the ground. They looked untouched, but Hatter kneels down and pops off a few lids, revealing empty boxes that they figured must have contained hats at some point.

“And you’re sure you didn’t just misplace them?” Aguni asks, and Hatter whips around, a few pitiful angry tears in his eyes as he looks up at Aguni. “ Of course I did not! I wouldn’t do this to myself on purpose, and these hats were very important to me, you know!”

Aguni grunts slightly in acknowledgement.

“ You don’t suppose they’ve already left, have they?” Mira remarks, and Aguni shakes his head. “ None of the cars were missing from the parking area, so it’s very unlikely. They have to still be on the premise.” “ Come on, we searched every room, and nothing turned up! Every spot is devoid of anything!” Niragi throws a hand up in the air. “ We might as well blame it on ghosts or something like that." “ Ghosts aren’t real, and even so, they would not be able to take a couch, no matter how strong you would make them out to be.” Ann adjusts her sunglasses, and crosses her arms again. “ But it is strange how nobody was able to locate a single responsible party. There is no way this was the work of a single person.” Everyone else nods along, agreeing with Ann. It was certainly a strange case.

“ Let’s look once more, and see if anything new turns up.” Mira offers, and they all spread out among the Beach again, hoping a second sweep would turn up anything.

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Lo and behold, a string of interest finally rears its head in the form of a woman, who was casually trying to put tape on what looks to be a beach ball. Niragi approaches her, who seemed rather invested in whatever she was up to. “ Whatcha got there?” He asks the moment he gets closer, noticing a bunch of iridescent streamers next to her. She looks up with a smile, and just twirls the beach ball in her arm. “ It’s something special.” She chirps, and Niragi raises an eyebrow, smirking. “ Oh yeah? Does this ‘something special’ have anything to do with a missing couch? Maybe some kimonos or hats?” She just smiles more, and settles the beach ball on her lap again. “ That’s silly, why would I have anything to do with a missing couch?” “ Because some idiots stole shit, and now we’re all on a goose chase to find out the culprits.” He stick his tongue out, leaning close to her and he swirls it around. “ And then we’re going to punish them for betraying Hatter. Death to the tr-“ Niragi suddenly gets cut off as cold water suddenly hits him in the face, and he stumbles backwards, wiping the water off hurriedly and grumbling loudly. “ You little…!” He wipes the water and opens his eyes only to be greeted with an empty spot, streamers and all. “ Oi, you bitch! Where the hell did you go!” He looks around the area, but somehow he managed to lose her, Niragi scowling and pulling out his walkie-talkie. There was no way she wasn’t a part of this. “ Hey, I think I found one of the culprits.” He says into the device, and he puts it away as he starts to scour the area for her. Niragi wasn’t going to let her out of his sight again.

At the same time on the other side, Last Boss was walking around trying to look for anything that might have been looked over, and someone comes up to him intentionally, Last Boss pausing and staring at them, internally confused as they smile. “ Hi! I like your hoodie, it looks cool.” Last Boss blinks. They weren’t even scared? That was…. very strange. He doesn’t say a word though, continuing to stare down at this strange person. “ Anyways, I wanted to ask someone, and you were the closest person. Do you think fedoras are valid?” Last Boss just continues to stare down at them, but he eventually offers a simple shrug. He wasn’t actually sure. They were just hats. Wait. “ Do you know who stole the hats?” He asks them, and they just stare back without a hint of knowing or not knowing in their eyes. “ It’s just a question that I wanted to get off my tongue. So, are they or aren’t they? What about top hats, those are cool too. You’d look cool with a hat actually. Maybe a beanie? Ooh, do you like beanies? They’re really soft and-” They continue to ramble about hats, and Last Boss didn’t really have time for this, beginning to unsheathe his katana and stab them. “ Ah, sorry! I must’ve been boring you. Bye for now!” They run off, and Last Boss watches them go. Maybe they were scared of him, and only decided to run the moment he started taking his sword out.

As it normally went. Last Boss slowly blinks, then ends up on his way. The walkie talkie goes off with Niragi’s voice announcing that he may have found one, and Last Boss silently acknowledges it, his walkie talkie continuing to go off as other militants ask for a description to keep an eye out for them.

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Another hour passes, and even with Niragi’s discovery, they still couldn’t find anything. They ended up all taking a lunch break, passing around information on the topic over some sandwiches that Aguni made for everyone. “ So, our only lead is a girl with a beach ball?” Ann questions, her finger delicately wrapped around a sandwich. “ But you somehow lost here because….. you got hit in the face.” “ Fucking water…..” Niragi mutters, tearing a bite off of his own. Chishiya quietly smirks, leaning against the chair with his hands in his pockets. “ To think you got bested by water of all things. Who knew.” “ Shut it milk boy.” Niragi growls, mouth still partially full. Chishiya shifts slightly, getting comfortable. He doesn’t say anything, just watching and offering nothing more than a small lopsided smirk. “ This at least narrows the search. If we find that one person, we can find out who else might be responsible for this.” Aguni tells them all, and they all offer affirmatives in both nods and short agreements. “ So, the last place you saw them was….?” “ By the pool.” “ Right, so let’s search there thoroughly. It’d make no sense for anyone to bring a beach ball into the main building-“ Hatter busts into the dining area suddenly, grinning madly. “ I found them! I found them!” Everyone turns to look at Hatter, both with surprise and interest. Hatter rushes out of the hall, and soon everyone follows after him, Hatter running out and towards where the cars are. Once everyone got out there, they saw the culprit, or better yet, culprits. “ Hey! It’s the fucker with the beach ball!” Niragi yells out, pointing at the girl hanging out from the sunroof, grinning. She was partially covered with what was obviously Hatter’s beloved couch, haphazardly strapped to the car. If any of them squinted, they would also see her wearing one of Hatter’s kimonos, which only further incriminated her. “ And the hat person….” Last Boss mutters, squinting as an open robed person wearing what seemed to be a hoodie underneath judging by the hoodie atop their head hops into the drivers seat, the car roaring to life. Hatter frowns and begins to head over there, as does Aguni and his men, but the car quickly peels away, and laughter fills the air as Niragi and Aguni attempt to shoot the wheels useless and at the car, but whoever was driving managed to avoid every bullet, or really had no fear as they drove away, and the woman hanging out above the sunroof yeets an iridescent streamered beach ball, which added with the speed the car was going, made it a fearsome weapon as it hits Hatter square in the face.

He yelps in pain as he’s knocked back, and everyone watches as the car drives into the sunset, couch strapped to it, and Hatter sits up, rubbing his face. “ Clever, clever……” Hatter opens his eyes as iridescence rolls away from him, Hatter shaking his head. “ But no matter, once we find them….. They’ll pay. They’ll pay hard.” And for these little thieves, they better be ready to face the consequences if they were ever caught. But, at least they had fun doing it~

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capevans3000 · 4 years

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I saw you take requests. The reader and Chris have a crush on each other, but both of them think they don't. So they date other people. The reader doesn't want to date someone but is persuaded by a friend and the date is really horrible. The guy thinks about getting her laid only and gets intrusive. The reader is sad and hides at home. Chris hears what happened, is concerned and goes to her apartment to look after her. They end up cuddling. Just if this is possible and not too much 🥺💞

Hi anon! Thank you for the request! :D Sorry this is such a long piece, but I hope it lives up to your expectation! Stay safe! <3

Warnings: Some inappropriate touching and one bad word.

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One thing you wished you had was to have met Chris at a different point of your lives. When you met Chris, he was already at the peak of his career, while yours was just beginning. You hardly thought you would be, as what society might call it, “compatible” with a guy like Chris. Nevertheless, it had never stopped you from quietly crushing on him.

You were naturally outgoing and friendly, but Chris always seemed to have that effect on you that would reduce you into a melting mess when he came near. You would suddenly get so nervous around him that you would make excuses to leave before you made a bigger embarrassment of yourself. This, however, had unfortunately given Chris the wrong idea that you didn’t like him.

You didn’t know it then, but as soon as Chris had set eyes on you during that party a few months ago, he was attracted to you. It wasn’t hard to, you were beautiful and you always lit up the room just by being there. Unbeknownst to you, Chris had actually been just as nervous as you were whenever he approached you. His usual charming character would become all awkward and shy around you. This was the effect you had on each other, but never said out loud. You had both secretly wanted to call each other on the phone but were too afraid to do so.

During a recent gathering at your friend’s house, you met Chris again. You were excited and your heart fluttered when you saw Chris sitting around the table drinking beer with the guys. Your eyes met for a brief moment before you quickly looked away and left. You saw that the kitchen was empty so you slipped inside, away from Chris, to calm your beating heart.

“Hey, so you’re here! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Why are you hiding in here?” George’s voice echoed in the kitchen. George was the friend who had introduced you to Chris, but you had never told him about your crush on Chris.

“Oh, I was… getting myself a drink.” You replied, searching for a glass nearby to pour yourself some water.

“Anyway, girl. I’ve got this guy for you. His name is Ben. He couldn’t be here tonight, but he really wants to meet you. How about it?” Being George’s only single girl-friend, he was always introducing guys to you, hoping you could get attached. He had introduced countless guys to you before, and you had never liked anyone of them – except Chris.

“No. No no no. Not again.” You groaned.

“Come on! I don’t want you to be single forever!” George persuaded.

You’ve tried many times, but it was always a losing battle with George. You could never win an argument with him no matter how hard you try. After a few minutes of fighting with George, you finally gave in, but only because you didn’t want him to follow you around the house broaching the same topic.

“If I say yes, can we finally stop talking about this and get back to the party?” You asked.

“Of course, girl.” George laughed and punched his hand in the air as a sign of success. You loved George and could never hate him for being that annoying.

“Fine, I’ll go on a date with Ben.” You said in defeat. As luck would have it, as soon as you’ve said that, Chris had just walked into the kitchen with an empty glass in his hand. You turned away so quickly that you almost dropped your own glass.

“Hi. Am I interrupting? I’m just here to get some water.” Chris explained. He was lying, he had been trying to get away from the guys for a few minutes now so he could find you and getting water was just an excuse. He cursed himself for walking in and hearing about your upcoming date with a guy named Ben. He forced a smile and pretended to be unaffected even though he was.

“Yes! Our girl here is going on a romantic date with Ben tomorrow!” George announced proudly. You smacked George on his arm to hush him. Stealing a glance at Chris, you thought you saw a glint of disappointment. However, it was quickly replaced by a smile, never mind the fact that it was forced.

“Have… fun then.” Chris tried his best to sound normal, although he was hurting inside. He wanted to stop you from going for that date, but he was afraid to intrude into your dating life. He had no place to do that. Similarly, you wanted to open your mouth to explain yourself to Chris, but you held yourself back. It wasn’t like Chris would care who you date, you thought.

On the morning of the date with Ben, you wanted to call George to make up some excuses to cancel on the date. But you didn’t because you knew you would not hear the end of it from George if you had cancelled. You laid back down on your bed and sighed. Taking your phone from your pocket, you unconsciously searched for Chris’ name like you did many times before, but never did call. Your fingers hovered over his number, contemplating to call him to tell him that he was the guy you liked and that you were only going for a date with Ben because of George. You shook your head and sat up again, throwing your phone to the side. You just couldn’t bring yourself to confess to him.

As you tossed your phone to the side, you realized that you had accidentally dialed Chris’ number. Swooping down to pick up your phone, you quickly cancelled the call, hoping that the call hadn’t got through. When Chris didn’t call back after a while, you relaxed, knowing that he must not have received the call after all.

You sighed again and got changed for the date. Ben had came to your apartment to pick you up for lunch. As Ben was George’s friend, you tried to be friendly with him, however, it quickly seemed apparent that Ben was only interested to get you laid and nothing else. During the date, he was rather insistent on bringing you back to his apartment. He even found excuses to sit next to you in the restaurant so he could make contact with your arms and thighs. His actions scared you, so you ended the date as quickly as you could.

When you refused to follow him back to his apartment, Ben had insisted to drive you back home, an offer you tried to decline but failed. Before you could resist, Ben had nudged you into his car and closed the door. You felt uncomfortable being in an enclosed space with Ben. It didn’t help that he had tried to forcefully kiss you in the car. In a moment of shock, you took out for phone hoping to call for help. You had barely just managed to unlock your phone when Ben had pushed your seat back and got on top of you. It was an empty street and no one was around to help you. You screamed and pushed Ben away before forcefully breaking the door open. Not looking back, you ran with whatever leftover energy you had back to your apartment in tears.

You were so focused on getting back home that you did not realized that you had pocket dialed Chris during the scuffle with Ben in the car, and he had heard everything. Your screams, your objections on Ben’s advances. When Chris received your call, he was beyond happy, but as soon as he had heard what happened to you, he flew into a state of panic. Not even caring that he was still in his home T-shirt and pants, he rushed out of his house and started his car. He wasn’t sure where you’d be but he had decided to make a beeline for your apartment, hoping you were there. Chris tried to call you back in his car but you hadn’t responded.

He had no idea how he managed to do it or how many traffic rules he might have broken, but Chris arrived at your apartment in half the time that was actually needed. He was thankful that the roads had been rather clear that afternoon. He killed his car engine and rushed towards your door.

“Y/N! Are you there?” Chris knocked on your door frantically. When you heard the knocking on the door, you were hiding in your bed, still reeling in shock about what happened earlier. You switched off your phone and covered yourself with a blanket and willed the knocking to stop. You thought that it was Ben who was outside. When the knocking didn’t stop, you stepped out of your room tentatively to find out who it was.

Through the peephole, you were surprised to see Chris, his expression was grave and he was on the phone, seemingly frantically looking for someone but failing. He knocked again. “Y/N. It’s me, Chris. Are you okay?”

You didn’t know why Chris was here, or how he even knew you were in trouble earlier. You stepped aside to open the door. When Chris saw you, he came plunging at you without any words and enveloped you with a tight hug. You were taken aback by his action, but as soon as he hugged you, you cried. You suddenly don’t feel vulnerable anymore as Chris’ hug was protective and you felt instantly safe. The two of you stood there hugging, neither willing to let go.

What felt like hours later, you finally let go so you could look at Chris. You were surprised that he was crying too. “I was so worried about you, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose you.” Chris cried.

“I – How did you know what happened?” You reached up to wipe his tears away, before wiping yours off your face as well.

“You pocket dialed me. I heard what happened with Ben. Did he hurt you?” You realized you must have called Chris by accident since he was first on your call history log.

“He… tried to force himself on me but I pushed him away.” Your lips shuddered at that thought. Hearing that, Chris grabbed you in again for another hug.

“Fuck! I can’t believe he did that to you!” Chris swore. “You’re safe now, he can’t do anything to you while I’m here.” You relaxed under Chris’ hugs. He was gently caressing your back, taking whatever anxiety you had away. You could hardly believe that you were locked in an embrace with Chris, after crushing on him for so long.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you from that creep. I wanted to ask you not to go on the date with him, and I wished I had.” Chris whispered. You closed your eyes, as a tear escaped. “Y/N, I like you. I have been crazy about you since I met you but I was too afraid to tell you. I didn’t think I would be good enough for you.”

You looked up at Chris’ soft expression on his face, surprised at his confession. Feeling more assured, you confessed as well. “I like you too, Chris. I thought I was the one who isn’t good enough for you! You’re Chris. You’re amazing. How would you not be good enough for me?”

“Well, whenever I was with you, you always seemed to be in a hurry to leave. I thought… I thought you didn’t liked me.” Chris pouted.

You laughed at the sound of that. “I was only in a hurry to leave each time because I was always so nervous around you! I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“You like me too?” Chris’ eyes lit up. “Wait a minute, you mean… we actually like each other all along and we could have gotten together a lot earlier?”

“Sounds like it.” You chuckled.

Chris looked at you, his eyes teary again. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, Y/N. I promise.” Chris tightened his hug around you. “And we really need to make up for all that lost time.”

You nodded and returned the kiss that Chris had planted on your lips.

#chris evans x reader #anon request

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swellwriting · 6 years

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Serenity

Fandom: Harry Potter ( Marauders Era)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Request : From @fortisfiliae Hi babs! Can I ask for prompt no. 2 with Sirius? (Wow what an amazing one, much ideas, such interesting.) 💕💕

Prompt: “Where is it?”

Word Count: 2.7 k OOPS

Following rules has always been your forte, it just made more sense to follow the rules, easier. So each year when you got a list of things in the mail stating what you could and could not bring to Hogwarts you tended not to stray from it. If something wasn't on the list there was a good chance you didn't need it.

One thing that wasn't banned per say, but wasn't permitted at this point in time were muggle records that weren’t seen as “appropriate” for school. Your parents had bought you a record player over Christmas and you spent all your money you were gifted on records you knew would be okay for Hogwarts standards, mostly fitting your annoying Head girls standards. The Head girl who enforced every rule in the book, even adding a few she felt necessary. You knew for a fact that today said Head girl was at Hogsmeade, actually most of the population of Hogwarts was, except you, or at least so you felt.

Today was one of those days where your lungs felt heavier, your eyes blinked slower and you felt like you had weights tied to both your ankles, if you went for a swim in the lake you'd probably sink straight to the bottom and drown.

Today was one of those days where you said no to your friends invite to Hogsmeade and by the way you looked at your bed so longingly, an array of Fleetwood Mac records in your sweater covered arms and a messy bun atop your head, your friends let you stay behind without much of a fight. Once the door clicked shut you let out a sigh of relief, you still didn't feel necessarily better but you were on the road there, more so at the side of the road with a thumb held out and you were about the hitch a ride with Stevie Nicks herself, the destination being serenity. You gently took the record out the sleeve as if it were to ever get actually scratched by your smooth palm and soft fingertips that held it you couldn't just magically repair it in seconds.

You meticulously placed the needle down and ran back to your bed, jumping up just to fall onto your back with a huff, your feet up against the wall behind your bed as you laid upside down compared to the regular way to lay in bed. You switched between romantically glancing out the window like you were in deep thought, staring at the boring undetailed ceiling and just looking at your own eyelids as the music flowed in one ear around the circumference of your brain and wisping back out the other, not before engraving itself in your soul and lifting your heavy heart. Music wasn’t magic, especially not muggle music but it had magical qualities, as Stevie Nicks voice filled the room everything bringing you down disappeared, but with it disappeared your need for such mellow music. You had two options, two ways in which you could now fill the void you felt, the void that needed to be filled with different music, loud music, angry music.

Option one was enchanting your record player to increase its maximum volume and somehow charming it to only play “The chain” over and over again until the lyrics were engraved in your brain.

Option two was located at the top of the opposite set of stairs, down the hallway to the right and tucked inside a chest marked with the messy handwriting of Sirius Black. The boy you knew for sure had records that would make your Head girls ears bleed if she heard it, music which was the reason his room was usually charmed with a silencing spell so no one else had to live through his obsession with muggle punk rock music. No one else aside from his roommates, the roommates you were 99% sure you would have gone with your friends to Hogsmeade today meaning their room would be empty and the records unused and just waiting to be played. It didn’t take much to get to their room, you didn't even bother knocking after placing your ear to the door and listening for any sound inside. You slowly creaked the door open looking and seeing no one there, you entered and quickly tried to decipher which part of the room was Sirius’. You had only been in here a handful of times and each time you were drunk after a party and the room was filled with your friends eager to play whichever drinking game they thought of this week. When you located Sirius’ chest you opened it and grabbed a record, just the Ramones one, an instant classic that you knew you would fit your every need.

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't alone in this room. Remus Lupin was leaving the bathroom when his eyes met your bent over form rummaging through his friends things.

“Looking for something?”

The somehow both quiet and booming voice behind you scared you to say the least as you jumped up nearly dropping the record in your hand but quickly catching it. “Careful now, no sense in stealing something if your just going to break it.”

You turned around quickly with a finger held in the air. “Not stealing, just borrowing. And I wouldn't have nearly dropped it if you hadn’t scared me!”

“Scared you? You’re in my room, maybe you scared me.” You crossed your arms over the record and held it to you chest as if he was going to try to snatch it out your needy fingers. “Oh because i'm super terrifying Lupin.”

You stood there awkwardly, gently gripping the sides of the record not sure what to say next.

“So what are you doing sneaking into our room and taking what appears to be Sirius’ favorite record?”

“I just wanted to borrow it, I just only have a few records and I needed music of ...this velocity.”

“Understandable, though I never saw you as a punk rock type, i'm sure Sirius would love to learn that about you.”

“No”, you interrupted quickly making your way to the door.“He doesn't have to know, not if you don't tell him.” You said backing out of the door not giving him any other option than to accept your plan.

“I saw nothing!” He yelled as you closed the door and ran back to your room.

What failed to be mentioned in your brief conversation with Remus was that along with Remus, Sirius wasn't gone for the day at Hogsmeade like you had assumed. You were right in guessing that Lily had asked them to join but they had an impromptu Quidditch practice today after a lost game to Slytherin the other night. Although he mentioned that the record of your choice was one of Sirius’ favorite he didn't mention that Sirius listened to it specifically after Quidditch practices, he saved post Quidditch games for the likes of “The Clash” instead. So as you lied down in bed, cast a silencing spell and let the angry and loud and catchy music fill the room and your ears; Sirius was simultaneously just getting back to his room, freshly showered and prepared to do exactly zero homework and sit in bed. Remus watched with a knowing smirk on his face as Sirius seemed confused why he couldn't find his beloved vinyl.

“Where is it?” Sirius asked more to himself than to Remus/ like he had been the one to misplace it and never assuming someone snuck into their room just to steal it.

“Where is what?”

“My Ramones Record, you know the-”

“The one you listen to after every Quidditch practice you have ever gone to? That one?” Remus asked innocently. He may have lied when he said he would keep your little secret for you, maybe because he didn't have the patience to watch Sirius tear the room apart to look for it or maybe because he knew Sirius’ secret as well, the one where he admitted to having a crush on Lily’s quiet friend who didn't come around often enough.

Sirius turned around to face his friend with his eyes squinted at him and stated calmly. “You say that like you know exactly where it is.”

“As a matter of fact I do!” Remus held a cocky tone with him, like he was the puppeteer getting ready to pull your strings and force you and Sirius to interact. “Your favorite friend of Lily’s has it.”

“Why would Y/N have my favorite record?” Sirius tried not to draw attention to the blush surfacing on his cheeks at the mention of you.

“She is borrowing it?”

“And you let her!” Sirius frustratingly threw his hands in the air and then let them rest tangled up in his hair like having to talk to you was the most stressful thing he would have to encounter.

“Of course, she has a face you just can't say no to, she seemed like she needed it.”

“Of course she did it's the best album ever, what am i supposed to do now?”

“Go get it, you idiot you know where her room is don't you?”

And with that Sirius gulped and accepted the fact that if he wanted his record back he would have to go get it. Sirius closed his chest and casually pushed his hair away from his face causing his friend to mutter a “You look fine”, from behind his book.

When he got to your room, unlike you, he knocked but you couldn't hear him, both from the silencing spell and the loud music. He swallowed his fear, which was unusual for him to feel when it came to a girl, but usually girls made it obvious when they liked Sirius but you were quiet in that sense too. Sure you were nice to him but you were nice to Remus to and what was he even worrying about he wasn't coming in here to propose he was just asking for his record back. As he opened the door and took in the scene his feelings grew for you tenfold. Maybe it was the slight way you bobbed your head to his favorite songs, maybe it was the way you laid upside down on your bed that was so enticing he wanted to lie next to you and bob his head with you, but he stood still letting the door close behind him making you sit up startled, you blushed embarrassed when you realized he was there. Sitting up on your bed and bringing your knees to your chest you smiled sheepishly at him as he grabbed his wand and lowered the volume of your music.

“Nice taste in music Y/N, but stealing is not nice.” He teased as well as he could, trying to act his usual self but being alone with you made him nervous.

“I wasn't stealing, just borrowing. I assumed you would be at Hogsmeade all day today, it would have been back in your room before you got back, you wouldn't have ever noticed.”

“I didn't even know you liked The Ramones.” He said quietly like it was to just himself as he sorted through the few records you had. “Fleetwood Mac, Abba and the Beatles, quite a variety you have here.”

He left the record playing and walked towards you. ”I don't know a lot of things about you.”

“What do you want to know?” You asked sweetly playing with the fabric of your sweater as you spoke, he stood in front of you and you had to bend your neck back pretty far just to meet his eyes with yours. “I want to know what made you steal my record over anyone else in the school, and why it had to be my favorite one of them all.” He smiled playfully biting his bottom lip just the slightest as he looked down at you.

“Well, your the only person I knew for sure had something i’d want to listen to, and hopefully wouldn't be too mad at me if he found out i’d taken one.” You imitated his smile as you brought your knees down, no need to feel guarded or hide yourself around Sirius. Maybe there was part of you that hoped he would come searching for his record, maybe you wanted this, wanted him here. One thing you knew was you were going to take advantage if this situation.

“Well right you are, I do have the best music taste in Hogwarts.”

“Oh do you have a plaque that says so?” You were quick to tease him, conversation was easy with Sirius. You lied back down and put your feet against the wall turning the music back up and closing your eyes with a wide smile from ear to ear like you were trying to pretend Sirius wasn't even there.

“Oh I see, you’re just gonna ignore me and drown me out with my own record?” He yelled.

“Well what do you want with it?”

“I would like to listen to it, I always do after a Quidditch practice.”

“Well what are you hearing right now?”

“Oh ha ha, Y/N, hilarious really! But i’d rather not stand here and listen to half of the record.” He tilted his head to the side as he looked at you wanting to just lie down beside you but not having the courage to take make that move. You opened one eye and looked at his pouting face, you grabbed his hand closest to you and pulled him down onto the bed to lie beside you nearly squishing you since it was such a small space. He made himself comfortable as he matched his feet with yours against the wall and flicked his wand to restart the album. You just looked at him, examining his face not caring if it was weird to stare this long and he looked right back and you laid like that for a while, not even paying mind to the loud music.

Sirius broke the silence smoothly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you closed your eyes in delight at the small touch,“You tired?”

“Yeah”, you agreed quietly not opening your eyes.

“A long day of thieving and heist planning”, he more of commented than asked.

“Hey it would have worked if I had known your schedule better.”

“Would you like to?” Sirius asked with a hopeful look on his face that you couldn't see as your eyes were closed and sleep was slowly pulling you away.

“Well my schedule tomorrow is hopefully going to include taking you to Hogsmeade and upgrading your record collection, everyone went today apparently so it should be nice and quiet there.”

“I can’t listen to most records here even with a silencing spell my Head girl is a nutcase.”

“I guess you will just have to come to my room then.”

“Yeah I guess so.” You smiled as he pulled you closer against him, you intertwined your leg between his and snuggled your head against his chest. This was far better than an serenity you had known before.

You weren’t going to fall asleep you thought but as Sirius flicked his wrist and put one of your quieter albums on you repeated that thought in your head, I won’t fall asleep , I won’t... fall....asleep.

It didn't take long for Sirius to fall asleep once you had, your slowed breathing and the unusually calm music playing, he couldn't help it. Maybe it was also a reason for him not to leave yet, to enjoy being this close to you. Lily was beyond surprised when she came back to the room and saw two of her friends who had never even hung out alone before cuddled up lying the wrong way on a tiny bed, she just turned the record player off so the silent record would stop spinning and quietly closed the door behind her not wanting to ruin your moment.

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