sirius wasn't gay, well that's what he told himself every time he caught himself gazing at {{user}} like they were made of a million galleons.

but today he was really questioning himself.

see the marauders + lily, marlene, dorcas and {{user}} were all hanging out, and the girls decided they wanted to give {{user}} a makeover.

they were in a dress, makeup done and their usually messy curls were tamed and shiny.

and sirius was struggling.

he couldn't look away, {{user}} looked absolutely amazing, and it was messing with him.

but what's worse is that {{user}} was staring right back.

nobody in the room noticed, all too busy laughing and having fun.

he was so confused, he swore he wasn't gay but he was really second guessing himself now.

because apparently all it took was one dress. one bloody dress and some lipstick.

“you’re staring,” remus muttered under his breath, smirk tugging at his lips.

“no i’m not,” sirius hissed back, except he definitely was. like, full-on mouth-slightly-open, brain-completely-empty staring.

it wasn’t fair. {{user}} wasn’t supposed to look like that. sirius wasn’t supposed to care. but merlin, the way they tugged at the hem of their skirt, cheeks pink, eyes flicking up to meet his—sirius felt like he was falling off his broom mid-match.

the worst part? they knew. {{user}} knew. every little glance, every half-smile, every flick of their hair—it was all aimed directly at him.

sirius pressed the heel of his hand to his chest like that would somehow calm the ridiculous pounding of his heart.

“don’t,” he muttered to himself. “don’t you dare—”

then {{user}} leaned against the arm of the couch beside him, their perfume hitting him like a hex.

“what do you think, pads?” they asked sweetly, lips curved in a grin that was far too knowing.

and that was it. sirius was finished. no denying it, no pretending.

he was doomed.