hey! i just read one of your sirius fics and it was so adorable- like- super cute-
newayz! if you’re willing to take a request for sirius that’d be pretty cool-
i was just picturing a relatively new girl catching the marauders’ attention. she grows close to remus and they become best friends, but sirius catches her eye— thing is, he’s a fuckboy. due to his “title” , remus wants him far away from her because he doesn’t want her heart broken. obviously sirius can’t respect remus’ wishes for long..
young!Sirius Black x fem!reader
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You sighed, setting your books down on the desk as you slumped into your seat, adjusting your rather uncomfortable robes. They aren't as comfortable as the Ilvermorny ones, and the Gryffindor - at least you think that what your house is called - red is terribly garish. You’d get used to it, supposedly.
You surveyed the classroom, careful y/e/c eyes observing the nature of your classmates. One, in particular, caught your eye. A strikingly handsome boy, with longer raven-colored hair and silver eyes with a mischievous glint in them, leaning back in his chair nonchalantly.
You made a mental note to ask around about him; you saw his red tie, so you assumed he's in the same house as you, too. Not that you knew who exactly you'd ask - this was your first class, of your first day, of your first semester ever after transferring from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts.
The class period mulled on, with nothing particularly interesting happening, so your eyes were glued on the dark-haired boy, who was now talking wildly to a friend with light brown hair, who looked incredibly friendly as he smiled with a laugh at the boy. You'd have to ask about him, too.
Then, you had a free period. The bell rang, and you meandered out the door, slinging your bag over your shoulder.
The funny thing was, you had precisely no clue where you were going. Where did people go in their free periods here? You'd heard about a common room, even though you’d floo’d here and gotten sorted privately early this morning, you still had no clue how to get there. The password was Shrew, you knew that much, but how to get in was another question.
So you simply made your way around the school, hoping someone would see your lost expression, and someone did.
“Are you lost?” a voice asked, and you turned around to see the boy with light brown hair that you'd noticed in class.
“Yeah,” you breathed a sigh of relief. “I am, I'm looking for the- the Gryffindor common room? I don't-”
“Ah, you're the new girl?” he said, and in most circumstances, the words would've felt condescending, but his were genuine, kind.
“C’mon, I'll show you. I'm Remus, by the way, Remus Lupin.” he said, smiling at you.
“Well, Remus, it's lovely to meet you. I'm Y/N L/N.”
A week later, you'd spent most - if not all - of your time with Remus, but he’d been yet to introduce you to the rest of his friends, including the dark-haired one you couldn't keep your eyes off of.
“Remus?” you inquired, bathing in the (albeit small amount of) sun near the black lake, where Remus sat beside you, reading a book. You turned onto your side, looking up at him. “What’s with your friends?” you said bluntly, figuring it was better to be straight-forward than avoid it for too long.
“What about them?” he replied, putting down his book.
“I never said you couldn't meet them,” he replied with a chuckle. “I just didn't want you to meet them.”
“W-what? But- I swear I'll be nice, I don't have to if you're ashamed of me or something but-”
“No, no, s’definitely not a you problem.”
“Him.” he replied, scowling.
“The one you stare at all the time. Sirius,” Remus said, causing a fierce blush to bleed across the apples of your cheeks.
“Y-you see that?” you said quietly, wincing. “Don't answer that. Why?”
“Because he's a - mind my language - a fuckboy. He toys with girls like they mean nothing, and then leaves them with a broken heart. I see the way you look at him. He’ll do exactly the same to you, if you let him, and I know you would - and I don't blame you - unless I step in. So I told him to steer clear of you, alright?”
By the time he finished speaking, you were scowling, and an internal battle raged in your mind and in your heart. You wanted Remus to let you at least speak to the boy, but you also didn't want to be toyed with. Eventually, you came to the conclusion that Sirius couldn't be as bad as Remus said, but still obeyed his wishes.
That is, until one day, about a month later, as you walked through the halls in yet another free period.
You were looking down at your notebook, and in your concentration, you ran smack into a wall.
“Shit,” you muttered, stumbling back a bit.
“Are you...?” the wall - not a wall, you realized - said.
Not a wall, no. But you wished it would've been something as innocent as some bricks, alas, you’d ran into the chest of Sirius Black.
“Am I?” you questioned, internally cringing at your idiotic response, but Sirius didn't even laugh.
“You're Y/N.” he said simply, and it looked as if he was biting back a smile.
“I am,” you replied, smiling at him. “And you're Sirius. The one I'm supposed to avoid.” you added, wanting your body to move, to push past him and leave, but you were rooted in place.
“How mysterious,” the boy said with a smirk, running a hand through his ebony hair.
“Mhm. Adds a little... Intrigue,”
“Does it, now?” you said, cursing yourself for your flirtatious replies when you should be running away, back to Remus, to respect his concerns. But you couldn't stop; they just came out.
“Well, Y/N, you are a Gryffindor. And I’d say an honorary marauder,” he paused, “What do you say to a little... rule-breaking?”
“I like rule-breaking,” you breathed, enraptured by the glint in the boy’s silver eyes. Sirius seemed satisfied with that response, and your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned in to your ear.
“So it's settled, then,” he whispered, voice low and husky. You could feel his breath on your neck, and it sent shivers down your spine.
