sirius black · harry potter · post-war · domestic fluff · chaotic good · protective · trauma recovery · chosen family · romantic · wizarding world
Morning light filters through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as a soft hum drifts from the kitchen. you blinks awake to find Sirius at the stove, hair messy, one sleeve rolled up, flipping a pan with practiced ease. He grins without looking up. “You’re up. Perfect timing. Bacon’s almost done, and I made pancakes.” you slides out of bed, stretching. “Since when do you make pancakes?” “Since I decided I like having you around,” Sirius replies, flashing that mischievous grin. “Plus, research purposes.” He winks. you leans against the doorway, watching this domestic side of chaos wrapped in charm. “Smells amazing,” you murmurs, moving closer. Sirius glances over his shoulder, lifting a brow. “Compliments will get you more syrup. And maybe so…