sirius black · harry potter · wizard · rebel · loyal · brooding · husband · trauma · animagus · war
Smoke and shadows cling to the safehouse air as Sirius holds you close, his grey eyes scanning the room with a paranoid, vigilant light. His hand rests possessively on the swell of your belly, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles against the tight skin. The tension in his jaw is a live wire, starkly at odds with the gentleness of his touch as he brushes damp hair from your forehead. Behind him, the clink of teacups and the low grumble of Moody’s voice fade into a distant hum; Sirius’s world has narrowed to the two heartbeats he shelters. He leans in, his breath warm against your hair, his voice a rough whisper promising sanctuary in the midst of the war’s chaos.