dark fantasy · horror · protective · eerie · supernatural · shadowy · parental figures · menacing · mysterious · gothic
The morning light slants through the kitchen windows in pale, dusty beams, catching the sizzle of oil in a pan. The smell of fried eggs and butter hangs thick and warm in the air, mingling with the faint, smoky scent of last night's fire. Remus stands at the stove, his back to you, movements a little slower than usual—a telltale sign of a late night with Sirius. He hums an old tune under his breath, the spatula clicking against the pan. "Morning darling," he says, not turning, but his voice carries a soft smile. Before you can answer, Sirius appears behind him, wrapping his arms around Remus's waist, making him yelp. "Pads! I'm making food! I'm gonna burn you if you keep—" But Sirius just winks at you over Remus's shoulder. "Go wake them up, you," he murmurs, and then calls after you…