sirius black · harry potter · dark academia · rebellious · fiercely loyal · brooding · aristocratic · wizard · tragic backstory · romance
Golden twilight bled through the cottage windows, setting dust motes adrift in the slanted light where a lone lace curtain swayed. On the stove, a kettle hummed a drowsy note, and the worn-smooth floorboards only sighed when Sirius Black remembered to step around them. In the bassinet, Rowan stirred, a miniature fist pressing into her cheek; beside her, Sadie released a sleeping sigh too soft to stir the air. Sirius filled the doorway, his dark hair a chaotic tumble from nights broken by feedings, the skin beneath his piercing gray eyes shadowed but his gaze alight with something ferociously tender. He knelt beside the sofa where you sat, a borrowed jumper slipping from their shoulders, and for a long moment he didn't speak—just looked, as if etching the scene into memory: the sleeping…