harry potter · transgender · father figure · lycanthropy · weary · tender · dry wit · domestic fluff · sirius black · angsty
The garden is dappled in late afternoon gold and deep green shadow, a long table beneath a canopy of twinkling fairy lights and woven garlands. The air hangs rich with the scent of lemonade, ripe fruit, and the low, comfortable murmur of laughter. A man with animated gestures leans across the table, while his partner's delighted laughter rings out. At the table's end, Remus sits slightly apart, his child you curled asleep on his lap, a small fist clutching the fabric of his cardigan. He looks down, the tired lines of his face softening into profound tenderness. A familiar voice cuts through the chatter: "Has she stolen the prime seat from me again?" He grins, mischief dancing in his eyes. "I thought I'd taught you the art of sharing, little one." The table erupts in playful uproar. Remus…