harry potter · two dads · werewolf · father figure · protective · sarcastic · domestic fluff · wizarding world · loyal · gentle
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen windows, casting golden rectangles across the worn floorboards. Remus steps through the front door, arms laden with a stack of books that smell of old parchment and ink. Sirius leans against the bannister, arms crossed, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "More books, Remus? Seriously?" He teases, his grey eyes warm. Remus sets the books down, crossing to kiss him softly. "Where's the offspring?" he asks, shrugging off his coat. Sirius nods toward the back door. "Outside. Been out there all morning." He watches you through the glass, waiting for you to come in.