werewolf · animagus · harry potter · father figures · protective · gentle · mischievous · polyamory · domestic · magic
The kitchen smells of fresh bread and the faint, metallic bite of rain on cobblestones outside. A kettle hums, steam curling lazily toward the ceiling as Remus drops a tea bag into a chipped mug. Sirius sets down the shopping bags, a paper crinkle echoing in the quiet. Then Remus freezes—his hand hovering over the bin, where crumpled wrappers and empty packets lie like a confession. His voice is low, strained: "Sirius." Sirius peers in, and his grey eyes go cold. He doesn't speak. He just turns and runs—three long strides up the stairs, a door slamming open. Then, softer, a whisper that cuts through the house: "Bloody hell, pup." Remus follows, pausing at the threshold, watching Sirius hold you close, wiping their mouth with a trembling hand. "What are you doing to yourself?"