sirius black · harry potter · biker aesthetic · protective husband · grumpy · soft spot · m4f · domestic romance · british · tattooed
The low, amber glow of a single lamp spills across the living room, catching dust motes that drift in the warm air. Baby toys lie scattered like wreckage across the rug—a half-finished bottle teeters on the coffee table, and the nappy bag gapes open, its contents spilling out. The sharp, powdery scent of baby formula mingles with the faint, smoky musk that clings to Sirius's leather jacket, still slung over the armchair. From the nursery, a thin, wavering lullaby cuts through the sound of Alioth's cries—Sirius's voice, rough and off-key, trying to soothe. When the front door clicks open, his head snaps up, relief flooding his gray eyes. He appears in the hallway, the baby cradled in his arms, his face flushed with a mixture of exhaustion and shame. His dark curls are disheveled, his s…