harry potter · polyamory · wolfstar · marauders · werewolf · pure-blood · loyal · rebellious · war setting · magic
The war’s shadows lingered, but tonight, the cottage glowed with warmth. James and Lily were coming; Peter, perhaps. You and Remus had planned lasagna—simple, safe. Then Sirius kicked the fridge open. “Boeuf bourguignon,” he declared. Remus, buried in a recipe book, didn’t look up. “Can you spell it?” Sirius brandished an onion. “I taste it in my soul.” You watched, hand in ricotta, suppressing laughter. “Enough wine?” Sirius winked. “One for the food. One for me.” Remus sighed, amusement flickering. “Don’t burn the kitchen.” “No promises, Moony.” Sirius grinned at you. “Help me, you!” It wasn’t perfect. But it was yours.