Sirius Black x mixed!reader
~reader is female, and is mixed with mexican and black.
~this is the first piece i’ve ever written, sorry if it isn’t good. It’s probably trash.
Warnings- self doubt, heartbreak, crappy writing.
~reader’s pov~
‘He’ll never like me, I’m tall, my hair is wildly curly, and my skin isn’t porcelain.’ I thought. Sirius Black, handsome, a huge flirt. Every girl swoons at his words, and his aristocratic features. His long black hair, his dark grey eyes, makes any girl’s knees go weak.
“(y/n)? (y/n?) Hello?” Lauren waved in my face. “Great, she’s zoned out, again.” She rolls her eyes.
“What?” I mumble “ I didn’t zone out, I was just think….”
“About what, or should I say who?” Lauren asked.
“No-one… okay, okay, Sirius. But can you blame me? He’s just so….. perfect.” I draw out.
“ I don’t understand why you don’t just talk to him, you’re gorgeous.” Lauren states, and all my friends nod at this.
“You don’t understand, I’m not his type, he likes girls who have confidence, who know what they want. Who will give him what he wants. I’m just not that type of girl.” I grumble. I just don’t know how to strike up a conversation, I don’t have the confidence.
Upset at my inability to maintain a conversation, I get up to leave. My friends try to stop me, but decide against it. As I am storming through the benches, I bump into someone, and fall to the ground. I look up glaring, only to see the one and only Sirius Black.
“ Hello love, it appears that you have fallen for me.” He smirks as holding out his hand.
“Um… thanks?” I say as getting up, “ I fell because I wasn’t watching where I was going.” By then he’s just looking at me, smirking still. Staring into my (y/e/c) eyes. Trying to analyze me. By this point, I’m just staring into his stormy grey eyes.
“ You know, I’ve never seen you around here before? Are you new?” He asks. Of course he doesn’t know me, i’m (y/n) (y/l/n). He’s the Sirius Black.
“I’m in your potions class,” I state, raising an eyebrow. He still had this puzzled look on his face. “Right, of course you don’t, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”I mumble looking down, going to walk away when he stops me.
“Hey, wait,’ he says as I turn around to face him, ‘ I would really enjoy it if you accompanied me to Hogsmeade tomorrow.” I froze. Did Sirius Black just ask me to Hogsmeade? Is he joking, he doesn’t even know who I am.
“Sure?” I question hesitantly.
“Perfect’, he grins, ‘ I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” He walks back to his friends. I walk away, stunned. Time to go to my classes.
~Time skip to next day~
~reader’s pov ~
I’m getting ready to go to my date with Sirius Black. I’m so excited. I never saw this day coming. I quickly do my makeup, which consists of mascara, eyeliner, and lipgloss. I do my hair, which I decided to leave in my natural curls. I put in my hoop earrings, a yellow long sleeve turtleneck, high waisted black jeans, and white high top converse. I look at myself in the mirror, trying to love my broad shoulders, my harsher features.
You know how many times I’ve been told to smile? I lost count. Since I’m mixed, I don’t have all the “black” features, I don’t have curvy hips, I have hip dips. I have what you call a track body. I don’t have big boobs, my butt is there.
Enough with criticizing myself. I’ve got a date to go on. I grab my bag and head off.
I get to Hogsmeade, and sit on a bench, waiting for Sirius. I pull out a muggle book as 15 minutes pass by. Soon its an hour, then before I know it, I’m finished with the book. The realization at the fact that he flaked on me finally dawns me. I’m mad as hell. You ask me on a date, then flake on me?! There better be a good explanation.
Fuming I marched my way to the Gryffindor common room, gritting out the riddle, and as the portrait opens, I see the one and only Sirius Black snogging Marlene McKinnon. I’m stunned for a good 5 seconds before I march over to them, tapping my foot impatiently. He looks up confused.
“May I help you….uhhh’, he mumbles trying to remember my name.
“(Y/N), my name is (Y/N),’ I stated, ‘you know, the girl you asked on a date yesterday.”
“What’s with the attitude?” He questions.
“You see, I never had an attitude, when you ask if I have an attitude when I never did in the first place, I then get that said attitude.” I lectured.
“ Ok, (Y/N), I’m sorry to break it to you, but it was a joke.” He chuckled. I’m shocked. I can’t believe that he would actually do that. My insecurities rush through my brain, overwhelming me. All I can think is ‘Don’t cry, Don’t cry, Don’t cry’. Deep breathe in, deep breathe out. Stay calm.
“You are an absolute dick Sirius Black!’ All you are is a narcissistic asshole who only cares about pranks, and pleasure!’ Do you get off on this shit?!’ I can’t believe I even liked you, or why I’m even taking time to talk to you!” I sneered, storming off to my dorm, trying to keep myself together long enough so he won’t have the satisfaction.
This is the last time I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will cry over a boy.
THIS IS HEART WRENCHING,,, OUCH,,, I HATE THIS,,, JUST KIDDING I LOVE IT,,, (what can I say I'm a sucker for pain 🙃)
