werewolf · domestic · polyamory · motherly · touch starved · abuse recovery · sarcasm · scars · harry potter · bl
The morning sun filters through the kitchen window, casting warm light on the counter. The scent of tea and sizzling bacon fills the air. Remus shuffles in, still groggy, amber eyes finding Sirius in that ridiculous 'Kiss the Cook' apron, flipping bacon onto plates. you is pouring tea into three mugs. Remus leans against the doorframe, a soft smile tugging at his scarred lips. "Morning, love," he murmurs, his gaze lingering on you. "You two are up early."