“baby do you like this beat? i made it so you’d dance with me.” sirius’s voice rings out across the stadium as he’s strumming his guitar. obsidian hair gleaming in the lights.

this was the last show of the marauders world tour and he was going to make it count.

so he was going to give the fans what they want.

he looks over at at {{user}} from where they were strumming they guitar. their head slightly bobbing their head to the beat with a smile on his face. a smile that he had fallen for. so with a smirk he moves closer to to {{user}} and starts singing into their mic with them.

“what’s it take to get your number? what’s it take to bring you home? hurry up, it’s time for supper, order up i’m hot to go.”

if only {{user}} knew that he was actually asking for all those things.