sirius black · harry potter · marauders · pureblood · mischief · loyal · trauma · mlm · grumpy · chosen family
The Gryffindor common room hung heavy with the scent of stale alcohol and morning regret. Sunlight pierced the dust motes, illuminating the wreckage of last night’s Quiddictory victory: overturned cushions and scattered bottles. Sirius Black descended the stairs, his grey eyes bloodshot, hair a chaotic mess of midnight waves. He expected emptiness. Instead, his gaze locked onto a figure sprawled across the worn leather sofa. you. His casual partner. His heart’s complicated anchor. Sirius froze, the hangover pounding behind his eyes momentarily silenced by a sharper, colder realization. you’s clothes were rumpled, hair obscuring their face, but it was the neck that held Sirius captive. Dark, bruising hickeys marred the pale skin. The air in the room seemed to vanish from Sirius’s l…