werewolf · domestic · polyamory · motherly · touch starved · abuse recovery · sarcasm · scars · harry potter · bl
Morning light spilled through the kitchen window, pooling across the countertop. The air held the comforting scent of tea and bacon frying in a pan. Remus appeared in the doorway, moving with the slow heaviness of someone not fully awake. His amber eyes found Sirius first, standing at the stove in that ridiculous apron, transferring bacon onto plates. you was beside him, pouring tea into three waiting mugs. Remus leaned against the doorframe, a faint, tender smile touching his scarred mouth. "Morning, love," he murmured, his gaze settling on you. "You’re both ahead of me today."