#azkaban

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Turns out spending 12 years in Azkaban and sleeping in a cave does not do wonders for your hair...

The boy with the long hair and the coiling black tattoos. The boy full of grief and loss and guilt. The boy who blamed himself for a crime he didn’t commit.

And the boy with the faded green hair and the silver lip ring. The boy full of rage and anger and regret. The boy who lost everyone that mattered.

The boys who used to have the most charm and the widest grins now barely smiled at all.

The boys torn away from the corpses of their loved ones.

The boys who never got to say goodbye.

You see, these boys who sat in the corners of their cells, shaking, rocking back and fourth, or just laying there. These boys should have grown up by now, should’ve lived their lives, but they were taken before they had the chance.

To most, these boys would seem unfixable, most would think they were doomed to an early grave. But these boys didn’t give up that easily, they wouldn’t let themselves stay ruined.

In the middle of the ocean, in the heart of Azkaban, sat two neighboring cells, with two broken boys. But they were going to survive, because they were brave and ambitious and oh so angry.

Angry they got locked up, angry they never got to grow up, but mostly angry for all the people taken from them. Their best friends, brothers, the love of their life. Gone.

But all those deaths were the exact reason they were going to survive.

For James, and Lily, and Evan, and Pandora, and Dorcas, and Marlene, and most of all Regulus.

In which; Sirius Black gets framed for the murder of his best friends, James and Lily. Amidst the chaos of his wrongful conviction, a shared promise between Sirius, Y/N, and Remus sets the stage for a tragic fight for survival.

(inspired by the song “damned” by miguel)

DTLY (1) (2)

husband!sirius black x reader

author notes: no wolfstar here sorryy guys. i tried my best to make it angsty😞, fuck peter pettigrew and voldy, justice 4 sirius forreal. anyways, hope ya’ll enjoy this<3

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The suffocating atmosphere of Courtroom Ten presses down on you, the heavy, dark stone walls sealing out any remnant of the world above.

Up in the tiered gallery, you are a solitary figure of grief, your voice cutting through the self-righteous murmurs of the Wizengamot.

"He didn't do it!" you scream, your voice cracking, raw and desperate as you lean dangerously far over the cold iron railing.

Tears track hot and fast down your face, blurring the sea of plum-colored robes below.

"You aren't listening! He loved them! He would have died for James and Lily! He is innocent, you fools, look at him!"

The agonizing weight of double grief threatens to crush you completely.

James and Lily, your best friends, the bright lights of your circle, the ones who had held your hand through the terrifying, secret-filled war, were gone.

Murdered.

And now, the ministry was trying to take the final piece of your heart left alive.

Beside you, Remus Lupin wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders, anchoring you to his chest.

His grip is desperate, a lifeline in the wreckage, but he is shaking just as violently as you are.

The loss of James, Lily, and Peter has hollowed him out, leaving him pale and fragile, yet he holds you with everything he has left.

"He didn't do it, Remus, tell them!" you sob on his chest, thrashing weakly against his hold, your hands clawing at the railing. "Tell them it's a mistake!"

Down on the courtroom floor, Barty Crouch Sr. glares up at the gallery, his face twisting with immense irritation at the disruption.

He slams his hand flat onto his desk, his voice booming across the stone chamber.

"Silence in the gallery, girl!" Crouch thunders, his eyes flashing with bureaucratic malice.

"Control your companion, center rows, or you will be forcibly removed from these proceedings at once! Be quiet!" he says while glancing at Remus.

The harsh, demanding words ring out, drawing the judgmental eyes of the entire room toward you.

Remus pulls you back just an inch, his grip tightening protectively as he murmurs brokenly against your ear, "Shh, I've got you dove, I've got you... please, breathe..."

BANG

The heavy wood of the gavel hits the stand, sounding like a gunshot in the cavernous room.

"Sirius Orion Black," Crouch’s voice booms, cutting through the murmurs like a dull blade.

"For the murder of James and Lily Potter, and twelve Muggles... you are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban."

Just days ago, the world was whole.

Now, James and Lily are gone, and the blame has been pinned entirely on the man who loved them fiercely enough to die for them.

The betrayal of Peter's true allegiance hangs over Sirius like a shroud, a truth no one else wants to hear.

To the world, Sirius Black is a monster.

To you, he is the only anchor left in a universe that has completely collapsed.

As the noise of the courtroom rises, whispers of "traitor," "Azkaban," and "murderer." Sirius holds your gaze.

A bitter, heartbreaking smile touches his cracked lips.

He always hated his family's fixation on the stars and hated his own name, but right now, he is cursing the very sky for trapping him in this nightmare.

Yet, as he looks at you, his eyes soften.

No matter how high the Ministry builds its walls to lock him away, his mind will always return to you. The memory of you is his sanctuary, his favorite vice, the only thing keeping him tethered to his humanity.

The word triggers an explosion of noise, triumphant jeers from the spectators, the shuffling of papers, and the heavy, armored footsteps of the Ministry guards moving in to secure the prisoner.

They unhook the heavy chains from the chair, grabbing Sirius roughly by his upper arms to drag him toward the dark exit.

But something in Sirius snaps.

Hearing your desperate struggle, seeing you completely unravel for his sake, ignites a sudden, violent burst of the old, untamable Marauder magic inside him.

With a guttural roar, Sirius wrenches his right arm free, slamming his elbow back into the nose of the first guard.

The crack of bone echoes.

He kicks out wildly, catching the second guard in the knee, sending the man crashing to the stone floor.

"Y/N!" Remus chokes out as he is forced to let go of you when you scramble down the steep stone stairs of the gallery, entirely unheeding of the Aurors drawing their wands.

Sirius doesn't run for the doors.

He doesn't try to escape the Ministry.

He runs straight for the stairs.

He lunges upward, meeting you halfway on the narrow stone landing just as two more guards grab the trailing ends of his tattered robes, trying to anchor him down.

Sirius ignores them.

He reaches through the chaos, his large, rough hands instantly finding your face.

His skin is freezing, smelling of rain, copper, and the musty dampness of a holding cell, but his touch is incredibly tender.

He pulls you in fiercely, burying his face against yours.

He presses his forehead hard against yours, his breath shuddering, hot and uneven.

For a fraction of a second, the screaming courtroom, the wands pointed at his back, and the impending horror of the Dementors completely vanish.

There is only the agonizing, grounded reality of you.

"Listen to me," he gasps, his gray eyes burning into yours with a terrifying, absolute clarity.

His lips brush against yours as he speaks, a desperate, breathless friction. "Let them say it. Let them believe it. But you don't look away from me. You hold onto who we are."

"I'll get you out," you weep, your hands clutching the front of his torn shirt, trying to pull him closer, trying to shield him with your own body as the guards violently yank at his waist. "Sirius, please, I know it wasn't you; I'll make them listen—"

"No, look at me," he commands softly, his voice dropping to a raw, aching register that cuts straight through your panic.

He leans in, pressing his lips firmly, deeply against yours.

It's a kiss tasted through salt and despair, a breathless, bruising imprint of his soul onto yours.

When he pulls back just an inch, his eyes are wide, glassy with unshed tears, completely stripped of his usual defensive arrogance.

"You are the only part of this world that ever made sense to me," he whispers, his voice trembling with a profound, aching weight that goes far deeper than a simple I love you.

"They can take everything else. They can burn my name, they can rot my body, they can steal every happy memory I have. But they cannot change the fact that I am entirely yours. In this life, or whatever hell comes next, I belong to you. Remember that. Promise me you'll remember."

You stay quiet, not able to get a single word out of you, tears just continuously spilling from your eyes.

He grips your shoulders, his gaze dropping to your trembling lips.

"It's going to be okay, my love" Sirius tells you fiercely, his voice cracking.

"I love you Y/N. I love you so much, and our beautiful baby girl. She needs you now. You have to be there for her, you have to be strong for her, sweetheart. Do you hear me?"

You nod blindly against his chest, “I will, just for you. My heart is forever yours, Siri.” your tears soaking his robes.

Sirius looks up, his gray eyes crashing into Remus's amber ones.

Remus has finally caught up, standing directly behind you, a protective barrier.

The air between the three remaining Marauders grows heavy with a sudden, tragic clarity.

Sirius doesn't even need to plead.

Remus sees the truth in his brother's eyes, the agonizing realization that it was Peter all along.

Remus's jaw tightens, a mutual understanding sealing between them in a split second.

"Moony." Sirius says, his voice thick with unvoiced tears. "Harry, and my girls."

Remus nods once, a sharp, unyielding movement. "I know, Pads. I've got them. Always."

Sirius holds his gaze, a desperate fire igniting in his eyes. "I will get out of here. I swear it."

"I know," Remus whispers back.

“Sirius-” You begin to say but ultimately get interrupted.

The guards throw their full weight into him.

A heavy stunning spell narrowly misses your shoulder, scorching the stone wall beside you as Remus pushes you by your arm to the other side.

With a brutal wrench, three Aurors drag him backward, forcing his arms behind his back and snapping magical dampening cuffs over his wrists.

Sirius doesn't fight them anymore.

The manic strength is gone, replaced by a fierce, quiet peace.

As they drag him down the stairs toward the black doors, his eyes never leave yours.

He walks backward, a ghost already, but his gaze is a promise.

Your knees give out, a broken, breathless gasp escaping your lips as you collapse onto the cold stone steps.

You are completely unraveled by the grief of losing James, Lily, and now your husband.

But before you can hit the cold floor, Remus's arms are around you again.

He pulls you tightly against his chest, dropping to his knees beside you on the stairs, holding you together as you weep violently into his shoulder.

He buries his face in your hair, his own shoulders shaking with silent, devastating grief, anchoring you in the wreckage of your world.

The heavy doors slam shut, locking Sirius into the dark.

But in the quiet, suffocating aftermath, his words hang in the air like an unbreakable vow.