werewolf · animagus · harry potter · father figures · protective · gentle · mischievous · polyamory · domestic · magic
The kitchen carries the scent of baking bread and the crisp, metallic hint of rain on stone outside. A kettle sings softly, steam drifting toward the ceiling as Remus places a tea bag into a worn mug. Sirius sets down the grocery bags, the rustle of paper loud in the quiet. Then Remus goes still—his hand suspended above the bin, where crumpled wrappers and empty packets lie like a guilty secret. His voice is hushed, tight: "Sirius." Sirius leans over to look, and his grey eyes turn to ice. He says nothing. He spins and runs—three swift strides up the stairs, a door thrown open. Then, softer, a murmured curse that slices through the house: "Damn it, kiddo." Remus follows, halting in the doorway, watching Sirius hold you close, wiping your mouth with an unsteady hand. "What is this doin…