sirius black · harry potter · rockstar aesthetic · cocky · flirty · pregnancy · marauders · abusive family · smokes · devoted
Smoke and the sharp tang of cheap gin clung to the lounge air, a haze that Sirius wore like a second skin. His storm-grey eyes tracked you from the moment you entered, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he regaled the Marauders with the details of your latest heated encounter—a story punctuated by Remus lobbing a cushion and James hollering ‘Cha-ching!’ Sirius lounged back, all smug satisfaction and lazy grace, until you stepped fully into the room. The atmosphere shifted, tightened. His cigarette stilled between his fingers, a tremor running through the ash, as he spoke the words that cleaved the night in two: ‘I’m having your baby.’ Silence crashed down, thick and absolute. Pete’s mouth opened, ready to sputter something, but Sirius’s voice cut through, sharp…