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all my flowers grew back as thorns

call it what you want part two.

pairing- post azkaban! sirius black x wife!auror!reader
warning(s)- fluff, suggestive stuff. (let me know if i should add more)
an- i didn't really have no intentions to turn this into a two part thing but since i'm a whore..

to the anon who requested part two, i hope you like this (*/ω＼*)

it felt like a momentary, fleeting surge of joy in which you wanted to bask yourself for forever. the song humming from the radio, the snow of the storm plummeting against the dark windows of grimmauld place 12 and the feeling of sirius' body against yours, arms wrapped around your waist, your head hidden within the depth of his chest and his nose concealed in the mass of your hair.

the air held the aroma of molly weasley's baked goods, the flowery scent of her jumpers escaping through your gift packages. the bed racketed underneath the both of you as he slowly pulled you closer, whispering and mumbling slowly into your hair. you smiled against his chest, your finger twitching slightly as you traced the black ink painted on his chest.

'what're you saying honey?' you inquiry sleepily. you feel him breath heavy into your hair as he slowly chuckles, sniffing hard,

'i'm mumbling how much i love you dove,'

you smile, your cheeks burning red as you hide your head into the warmth of his naked chest. he chuckles, his hands caressing your your stray strands of hair. his grip tightens around your body as his lips place a chaste kiss on your forehead.

'when all of this is over, we'll be a proper family.' he says, a firm scared tone etched into his voice. your eyes burn, tears begging to flow out at his words.

after being apart from him for so long, after the world snatched your love away from you in a blink of an eye. after the world painted the most loyal man you knew into a criminal you didn't marry broke you from inside. after your best friends perished, and your godson was taken away from you, you fell into a hole of grief. it hurt to breathe, it hurt to look at old pictures and it hurt you when the man you trusted the most was taken away like sand flowing between your fingers.

your eyes sting as you bite your lip. you look into his gray stormy eyes with your watery eyes. your heart thumped hard like the snow outside. you could feel his heart beat under your hand too.

'i'm scared sirius,' you whisper as your voice cracks. 'i don't want you to get chucked back in that d-' you sniff, your eyes bleeding tears, '-dreadful place,'

'dove, i'm never going back. i'm going to prove my innocence, move out of this prison and live with you and harry,' he replies, his lips brushing against your ear.

your finger brushes mindlessly against a tattoo on his chest.

'i'm scared of loosing you,' you say whispering, your throat tight with tears. 'there's going to be a wa-'

your words get muffled with sirius' lips placed upon yours. you taste the smoke on his breath, the whiskey on his lips as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. his fingers entangle with your hair, his teeth clashing with yours. you moan against his lips as he pulls himself away from the mattress, hovering above your body.

he grinds his hips on your torso as you hold his face, kissing him with a fire. you were kissing him after more than a decade and yet it was like the both of you remembered each other's rhythm.

he pulls away, lips red and swollen, a string of saliva connected the both of yours. his chest heaved, a slender finger moving down between your thighs, fingering the fabric your underwear.

'can i open these?' he asks.