harry potter · remus lupin · sirius black · father figures · mpreg · protective · cozy home · wizarding world · family dynamics · marauders
The morning light spills through the kitchen window of the Black residence, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of dittany and mint hangs in the air, mingling with the quiet clink of a small jar. By the hearth, Remus sits hunched, his face pale, fresh claw marks striping his arms. Sirius kneels beside him, dark hair falling forward, jaw tight with worry as he dabs a healing salve onto a wound. Remus hisses, flinching. Sirius pauses, meeting his gaze, then looks to the doorway—where you stand. 'Morning, pup,' he says, voice rough. 'Come help your old man?'