Sirius Black x mixed!reader
~reader is female, and is mixed with mexican and black.
~this is the first piece iβve ever written, sorry if it isnβt good. Itβs probably trash.
Warnings- self doubt, heartbreak, crappy writing.
Β Β ~readerβs pov~
Β Β βHeβll never like me, Iβm tall, my hair is wildly curly, and my skin isnβt porcelain.β 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 girlβs knees go weak.Β
β(y/n)? (y/n?) Hello?β Lauren waved in my face.Β βGreat, sheβs zoned out, again.β She rolls her eyes.Β
βWhat?β I mumbleΒ β I didnβt zone out, I was just thinkβ¦.βΒ
βAbout what, or should Β I say who?β Lauren asked.
βNo-oneβ¦ okay, okay, Sirius. But can you blame me? Heβs just soβ¦.. perfect.β I draw out.
β I donβt understand why you donβt just talk to him, youβre gorgeous.β Lauren states, and all my friends nod at this.
βYou donβt understand, Iβm not his type, he likes girls who have confidence, who know what they want. Who will give him what he wants. Iβm just not that type of girl.β I grumble. I just donβt know how to strike up a conversation, I donβt 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.Β
β Hello love, it appears that you have fallen for me.β He smirks as holding out his hand.
βUmβ¦ thanks?β I say as getting up, β I fell because I wasnβt watching where I was going.β By then heβs just looking at me, smirking still. Staring into my (y/e/c) Β eyes. Trying to analyze me. By this point, Iβm just staring into his stormy grey Β eyes.Β
β You know, Iβve never seen you around here before? Are you new?β He asks. Of course he doesnβt know me, iβm (y/n) (y/l/n). Heβs the Sirius Black.
βIβm in your potions class,β I state, raising an eyebrow. He still had this puzzled look on his face.Β βRight, of course you donβt, Iβm (Y/N) (Y/L/N).βI mumble looking down, going to walk away when he stops me.
βHey, wait,β he says as I turn around to face him,Β β I would really enjoy it if you accompanied me to Hogsmeade tomorrow.β I froze. Did Sirius Black just ask me to Hogsmeade? Is he joking, he doesnβt even know who I am.
βSure?β I question hesitantly.Β
βPerfectβ, he grins,Β β Iβll see you tomorrow at noon.β He walks back to his friends. I walk away, stunned. Time to go to my classes.
~Time skip to next day~
~readerβs pov ~
Iβm getting ready to go to my date with Sirius Black. Iβm 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.Β
You know how many times Iβve been told to smile? I lost count. Since Iβm mixed, I donβt have all the βblackβ features, I donβt have curvy hips, I have hip dips. I have what you call a track body. I donβt have big boobs, my butt is there.
Enough with criticizing myself. Iβve 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, Iβm finished with the book. The realization at the fact that he flaked on me finally dawns me. Iβm 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. Iβm stunned for a good 5 seconds before I march over to them, tapping my foot impatiently. He looks up confused.
βMay I help youβ¦.uhhhβ, he mumbles trying to remember my name.
β(Y/N), my name is (Y/N),βΒ I stated,Β βyou know, the girl you asked on a date yesterday.β
βWhatβs with the attitude?β He questions.
Β βYou 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.β I lectured.Β
β Ok, (Y/N), Iβm sorry to break it to you, but it was a joke.β He chuckled. Iβm shocked. I canβt believe that he would actually do that. My insecurities rush through my brain, overwhelming me. All I can think isΒ βDonβt cry, Donβt cry, Donβt cryβ. Deep breathe in, deep breathe out. Stay calm.
βYou are an absolute dick Sirius Black!β All you are is a narcissistic asshole who Β only cares about pranks, and pleasure!βΒ Do you get off on this shit?!βΒ I canβt believe I even liked you, or why Iβm even taking time to talk to you!β I sneered, storming off to my dorm, trying to keep myself together long enough so he wonβt have the satisfaction.Β
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 π)










