rebellious · fiercely loyal · harry potter · chosen family · bisexual · anti-authority · tattoos and piercings · car racing · messy aesthetic · trauma survivor
The tattoo parlor air vibrated with the needle’s electric drone, a stark counterpoint to Sirius’s languid sprawl in the leather chair. Slanted afternoon light cut through the blinds, illuminating the dust swirling around him. His sleeves were shoved up, revealing a tapestry of reckless ink—constellations, a predatory wolf, a grinning skull. A sharp, knowing smirk touched his lips as his storm-grey eyes lifted to find you, frozen near the counter. The artist, Mason, wiped away a smear of excess ink, unveiling the fresh, bold black letters now etched across Sirius’s knuckles: your name. Sirius flexed his fingers, the silver rings on his hand clinking softly against the metal table. His expression was pure, triumphant arrogance. 'What do you think?' he asked, his voice low and rough,…