Hiii, I hope you're doing well! Could I request a young!Sirius black imagine where the reader is James' sister and she's also a griffindor? In the scenario, the reader steals her brother's invisibility cloak to go see a shooting star closer and she finds Sirius there. I don't know what else to write about the scenario, but please make it fluffy and funny! Thank you very much in advance ✨❤️✨
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You’ve never been one to break the rules. Unlike your brother James, who seems to get his kicks by doing so.
The consequences greatly outweigh any potential gain, in most causes. James and his stupid friends are always questioning whether or not you truly belong in Gryffindor because of it.
Tonight however, there was a shooting star. You’ve never seen one before, not really. Shooting stars, they say, have the ability to grant wishes. Tonight, you’re willing to run the risk of being caught.
Silently you creep over to James’ room. Managing not to wake any of his roommates, as you open his school trunk. Drawing out the cloak of invisibility and sliding it over your head.
Feeling a bit more relaxed, you venture up to the astronomy tower. Only crossing paths with a few ghosts in the process.
Taking a step out into the night air, you realize you’re not alone.
“Good evening Y/N,” Sirius smirks. Turning around to face you, with that stupid map in his hand.
“How’d you know it was me?” You demand, removing the cloak.
“Just there,” he points to the foot steps on the charmed parchment. Your name appearing dangerously close to his own. “Now, I think the better question is, what are you doing out of bed after hours?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You turn your nose up at him.
Sirius pauses, tugging playfully at the cloak tucked up under your arm. “Does James know you have this?”
“No.” You arch a defiant brow, “and you won’t dare tell him.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Sirius winks, leaning in. “We should all enjoy a bit of fun every now and again. No matter how uptight or high strung one may be-“
“I am not high strung.” You cut him off. “Being responsible doesn’t make me uptight either!”
“Of course not.” Sirius replies, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve.” You pivot toward the doorway.
“I came up here to see the shooting star, in peace,” you tack on pointedly. “Now, thanks to you, I’ve missed it.”
“What were you going to wish for?” He asks, reaching out to catch your wrist.
“As if you care,” you tear away from his grasp.
“Y/N wait!” Sirius insists, “please.”
The last word brings you to a halt.
“Maybe we can still get our wishes,” Sirius says. Not taking the mickey, for once in his life.
Instead of storming off, you ask, “what’s your wish?”
He inhales deeply, coming around to see your face. “You.”
You stop breathing all together.
Then he kisses you, with the wild abandon and passion that only Sirius could.
You respond eagerly, drawing him closer. “But we fight like cats and dogs.” You argue, between kisses.
“I wouldn’t call it fighting,” he murmurs against your lips, “just heated discussion.”
You pull away, to clear your head. Gaze lingering on his mouth.
“I can hear you overthinking.” Sirius quips, drawing your attention back to his eyes.
“We can’t...“ You stumble over the words. “It’ll be awkward when we break up.”
“Too right you are,” he nods, mulling it over, “we’ll have to stay together.”
You roll your eyes, “Sirius-“
“Think of it this way.” He insists, turning you to face the sky. “See all those stars?”
“Mhm,” you hum, feeling one of his arms snake around your waist.
“Think of them as the possible outcomes of any given situation.” Sirius points his free hand upward. “Then there’s your shooting star. Which I’m terribly sorry you missed, by the way.” A swift kiss greets your earlobe.
You chuckle, relaxing into him. “I’ll find a way to forgive you.”
“If you focus on just one, you’ll miss the beauty all the others have to offer. That one there,“ he motions to the left, “is my personal favorite. It’s named after me, you know?”
“Don’t you mean you’re named after it?” You turn your head, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Details,” Sirius shrugs. “The point I’m trying to make, is that there’s a world of possibilities. An entire sky full of stars, and I want to explore each and every one of them; with you.”
“But what if being with me isn’t what you’re expecting?” You begin toying with one of the inky locks, that frame his face.
“What if it’s even better?” Sirius challenges, pressing a kiss to your temple.
You can’t help but smile. Staring out at the night sky, with an all new perspective.
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