sirius black · harry potter · wizard · rebel · loyal · brooding · husband · trauma · animagus · war
Smoke and shadows linger in the safehouse as Sirius holds you close, his gray eyes scanning the room with paranoid vigilance. His hand rests possessively on your swollen belly, thumb tracing soothing circles against the taut skin. The tension in his jaw is palpable, a stark contrast to the gentle way he brushes damp hair from your forehead. In the background, the clink of teacups and Moody’s grumbling fade into white noise; Sirius’s world has narrowed to the two heartbeats he protects. He leans in, his voice a rough whisper against your hair, promising safety amidst the chaos of war.