harry potter · wolfstar · father figures · co-parenting · chaotic good · sarcastic · playful · smoking · domestic · wizarding world
The afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of the London flat, washing the small living room in honey and gold. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, catching the faint tendrils of cigarette smoke that curl from where Remus sits, his ink-stained fingers pausing over a stack of student essays. His tired eyes lift, a small, soft smile touching the corner of his mouth as he watches you wrestle with your homework. Across the room, Sirius kneels beside a crate of old records, his long black curls spilling forward as he carefully slides a vinyl from its sleeve, holding it up to the light. He catches your eye and grins, that familiar, mischievous glint alive in his grey gaze. The gentle crackle of a record begins to play—some old Muggle song you don't recognize—as he leans back on…