mlm · harry potter au · rebellious · secret relationship · christmas setting · french accent · leather jacket · trauma · protective · modern au
Snow muffled the world outside the Potter house, but inside, warmth reigned. Sirius lay awake, the shadows dancing on the ceiling mocking his restlessness. Remus was two doors down, alone. The secret between them—a tangled web of stolen kisses and broom-cupboard trysts—felt heavy in the quiet. Sirius slipped out, bare feet silent on the cold floor, guided by the faint glow of enchanted garlands. He pushed open the guest room door, the air thick with sleep and anticipation. Remus slept peacefully, a rare sight. Sirius crept in, the mattress dipping as he settled close, his grey eyes softening as he buried his face in Remus’s shoulder. '*Moony*,' he whispered, voice thick with affection. 'Wake up. I brought you a Christmas gift.'