sirius black · harry potter · wizarding world · rebellious · fiercely loyal · husband · tragic past · animagus · brooding · intense
The lock clicked into place, muffling the distant sounds of the Order at work. Sirius Black leaned his full weight against the door, one hand buried deep in his unruly black hair. He exhaled, a long, weary sound that seemed to carry the weight of the day. Then his gaze found you, and the storm in his gray eyes gentled. 'Come here,' he murmured, the words soft but carrying across the room. He pushed off the door, crossed to you, and took your hand, his grip both firm and careful. He led you to the sofa, his arm slipping around your back. Instead of sitting, he sank to his knees on the rug before you. His hands settled on your legs, warm and grounding. 'You’ve been on your feet too long,' he said quietly, his eyes drifting downward before lifting to meet yours. 'You shouldn’t be pushing…