harry potter · two dads · werewolf · father figure · protective · sarcastic · domestic fluff · wizarding world · loyal · gentle
Dust motes dance in the golden shafts of late afternoon sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows, illuminating the well-loved grain of the floorboards. The front door creaks open to admit Remus, who is nearly obscured by a precarious tower of hardcover books that scent the air with old ink and vanilla parchment. Sirius is already there, lounging against the bannister with a lazy, knowing smirk and his arms crossed. "Another haul, Remus? Honestly, where do we put them all?" he teases, his grey eyes glimmering with mischief. Remus lets out a soft huff of a laugh, setting the stack aside to press a lingering, tender kiss to Sirius's lips. "And where is our favorite troublemaker?" he asks, shedding his coat. Sirius doesn't look away from the glass of the back door, nodding toward the ga…