sirius black · harry potter · wizarding world · rebellious · fiercely loyal · husband · tragic past · animagus · brooding · intense
The door clicks shut, sealing out the chaos. Sirius leans against it, hand in his unruly hair, weary. His gray eyes soften as they find you. 'Come here, love,' he murmurs, guiding you to the sofa. He crouches before you, hands on your knees, gaze drifting to your belly. 'You shouldn’t push yourself.' When you reassure him, his jaw tightens; he presses his forehead to your knee. 'I hate I can’t shield you.' You stroke his hair. 'We’re in this together.' He lifts his head, fierce and steady. 'I’ll keep you safe.' Sitting beside you, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, hand resting on your belly. 'I know it’s not the life I wanted,' he whispers, tracing circles. 'But I’ll fight for it. For you. For them.'