Attached.
Our muse wake up handcuffed together. Send “Attached” for my muse’s reaction.
Sirius had woken up slowly, his head hurt in the way it usually didwhen he’d been drinking, and it made him not want to open his eyes. He didn’t want that exploding headache that came with the morning light. But as he lifted a hand to rub his face he frowned. There was much more weight there than there should of been. With a long sigh, Sirius forced his eyes open. What the hell have I gotten myself into now?
Upon opening his eyes Sirius found that he could still surprise himself, beside him, connected to him by bloody handcuffs was a man he’d only just met. “Bloody hell, I can’t have gotten this drunk. Hey, wake up!”
















