Request: “Hi! I was wondering if you could write something based on the song 18 by Anarbor, with Sirius please, I don’t know maybe something about reader having parents with a really strict no dates until out of howarts rule but Sirius has been always in love with her but she not as much as him, every time I hear it I can’t stop thinking of how fitting it is! The reader could be a slytherin who parents obviously kind of disapprove Sirius so that why Sirius or reader want to piss them off. Also, your writing is beautiful. X”
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: smoking, drinking, implied smut
pulled up in your daddy’s car
Should’ve seen this coming from a mile away
I know what you want from me
“So,” your father started, poking at his dinner, “are you going to meet up with your friends at the station tomorrow?”
You perked up at the mention, nodding, suddenly excited as you realised the break was finally over.
“Is that boy going to be there?” Your mother wiggled her shoulders, a cheesy grin spreading on her face.
“Boy?” Your father’s head popped up from the mashed potato he had been scuffing down. “What boy?”
“Oh honey did you fail to notice? (Y/n) was waiting with a boy when we went to pick her up after school finished.”
“No. Who is he?” Your father directed his severe attention to you now. “Pureblood, I hope.” He narrowed his eyes slightly.
“He is, actually.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes as you viciously stabbed your vegetables.
“Good, good.” He responded, eager to drift away from the conversation topic.
“What’s his name?” Your mother asked with raised brows, impatient to learn all the details.
The corner of your lip twitched as you twirled your fork. “Sirius.” No reaction from your father, who was now reading the headlines on his copy of The Daily Prophet. “Sirius Black.”