*sigh* Every fic in which Sirius cook have a special place in my heart. Did that sound sappy? I bet it did. Nah, I don't care. It's dark and cold outside, I'm tired, I have tea, I'm reading a good fic. I'm allowed to be sappy at something as sweet as this. Because it really was - I love domestic fics, and even more so ones in which Sirius... says the right things. This part was especially lovely;
“You want some stew?” Sirius asks after a stretch of silence, commending himself on choosing to make something that pretty much cooks itself.
Remus murmurs a yes and they make their way to the kitchen in each other’s clothes. The vegetables are overcooked, but it still tastes good, and when they fall back to bed everything feels a little bit better than it did.
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This part was especially lovely;
“You want some stew?” Sirius asks after a stretch of silence, commending himself on choosing to make something that pretty much cooks itself.
Remus murmurs a yes and they make their way to the kitchen in each other’s clothes. The vegetables are overcooked, but it still tastes good, and when they fall back to bed everything feels a little bit better than it did.