Title: Midnight
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Sirius/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 340 words
Warnings/Content: cross-gen, underage, consent issues
Notes: Written fortraintracks who prompted me with "Sirius/Harry, midnight." Please forgive the unoriginal title! Thanks to torino10154 for looking this over. One of my 7th anniversary ficlets.
Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.
Midnight
It's midnight when Sirius comes, as he does every night since the first Harry's been here at Grimmauld Place. The covers slide down and Harry's cold before Sirius' body presses against his, replacing the warmth of blankets with heated skin.
Sirius slides his hand around Harry's waist, his fingers dragging just beneath the hem of Harry's too-large pajama top. “You awake, my boy?” he whispers, his stubbled jaw scraping against Harry's smooth one.
“Yeah,” Harry whispers back. He snuggles into Sirius' embrace, back flush against Sirius' chest.
“Nightmare?” Sirius asks.
“Yes,” Harry answers, not because it's true, but because yes is the answer Sirius wants. It's always the answer Sirius wants.
“Oh son,” Sirius breathes. He presses kisses into Harry's cheek and at his temple. His fingers make slow soothing circles across Harry's stomach and they just breathe together. Harry knows it's wrong; he might have grown up sheltered with no parents to show him how adults comfort children, but he still knows this isn't the right way.
But he knows just how much Sirius needs it. And so Harry needs it too.
“Want me to make it better?” Sirius asks. He always asks each night and stills as if holding his breath until Harry answers. Harry wonders sometimes if they would just stay like this if he ever said no, or if Sirius would slink back to his bedroom and never come back.
Harry doesn't want to find out.
He nods and whispers, “yes.” Sirius makes small shushing noises and drags his lips from Harry's temple to his cheek and back again. He unties Harry's pajama bottoms and his hand dips below the waistband.
Harry closes his eyes and bites his lip to keep quiet. He doesn't want Ron to wake up. He doesn't want Hermione to hear from the next room and barge in and see. He doesn't want to do anything that would make Sirius stop.
After, he falls asleep to the gentle rhythm of Sirius' heartbeat against his back.
-Fin-
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Author:
sdkFandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Characters: Sirius/Harry
Rating: PG-13
Length/Word Count: Ficlet, 340 words
Warnings/Content: cross-gen, underage, consent issues
Notes: Written for
traintracks who prompted me with "Sirius/Harry, midnight." Please forgive the unoriginal title! Thanks to torino10154 for looking this over. One of my 7th anniversary ficlets.Disclaimer: The following is based on fictional characters I don't own doing fictional things in a fictional world I did not create. No copyright infringement intended.
Midnight
It's midnight when Sirius comes, as he does every night since the first Harry's been here at Grimmauld Place. The covers slide down and Harry's cold before Sirius' body presses against his, replacing the warmth of blankets with heated skin.
Sirius slides his hand around Harry's waist, his fingers dragging just beneath the hem of Harry's too-large pajama top. “You awake, my boy?” he whispers, his stubbled jaw scraping against Harry's smooth one.
“Yeah,” Harry whispers back. He snuggles into Sirius' embrace, back flush against Sirius' chest.
“Nightmare?” Sirius asks.
“Yes,” Harry answers, not because it's true, but because yes is the answer Sirius wants. It's always the answer Sirius wants.
“Oh son,” Sirius breathes. He presses kisses into Harry's cheek and at his temple. His fingers make slow soothing circles across Harry's stomach and they just breathe together. Harry knows it's wrong; he might have grown up sheltered with no parents to show him how adults comfort children, but he still knows this isn't the right way.
But he knows just how much Sirius needs it. And so Harry needs it too.
“Want me to make it better?” Sirius asks. He always asks each night and stills as if holding his breath until Harry answers. Harry wonders sometimes if they would just stay like this if he ever said no, or if Sirius would slink back to his bedroom and never come back.
Harry doesn't want to find out.
He nods and whispers, “yes.” Sirius makes small shushing noises and drags his lips from Harry's temple to his cheek and back again. He unties Harry's pajama bottoms and his hand dips below the waistband.
Harry closes his eyes and bites his lip to keep quiet. He doesn't want Ron to wake up. He doesn't want Hermione to hear from the next room and barge in and see. He doesn't want to do anything that would make Sirius stop.
After, he falls asleep to the gentle rhythm of Sirius' heartbeat against his back.
-Fin-
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