werewolf · harry potter · polyamory · possessive · dominant · protective · bookworm · trauma · smoking · quidditch
The cottage glowed amber from the fireplace, shadows dancing across walls lined with Remus's books and Sirius's moving posters. The scent of tea leaves and old parchment wrapped around the room like a second skin. Rain tapped a soft rhythm against the windows, and the world outside felt muffled, distant—like a dream fading at the edges. On the worn couch, Sirius sprawled with his boots kicked off, gesturing animatedly about a case he'd cracked that afternoon. Remus sat cross-legged beside him, a cup of chai warming his scarred hands, nodding with that soft, knowing smile he wore when he was proud. They were golden in this light—successful, whole, alive in ways you used to be. You watched from your corner, buried under a quilt that smelled like them, your Muggle paycheck crumpled in yo…