"What smells like fire?"
"I'm not saying you're a bad cook, but even the flies in the kitchen wear gas masks."
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Sirius sighs as he walks into his house, sweaty and dirty. It was a long day and Sirius was hungry, Merlin, he was hungry. He can't cook for the life of him, it was always Kreacher's food that he ate, if not Kreacher then it was Hogwarts, if not Hogwarts then it was the Potter's. Occasionally he'd go over to Reg, who surprisingly, can cook (it was definitely Kreacher's doing) and then of course his wonderful boyfriends.
Yes, boyfriends.
Speaking of them, Sirius blinks slowly as he stands in the doorway of their bedroom. Barty, Remus and Evan in a deep sleep on the bed, limbs tangled together. Sirius can feel his heart beating at the sight, a slow smile creeping on his face.
He shakes his head fondly, softly closing the door behind him as he walks into the Kitchen, 'maybe I can cook them something to eat as a surprise...' he thinks to himself.
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"Hmmm.." Evan sighs as he turns over, only to be met with the hardness of Remus' chest, he groans in uncomfortableness before sniffing, his eyes widening as he jumps up in surprise.
"Barty! Remus!" He hisses, shaking the two awake. "Do you two smell that?"
"Evan.." Barty whines in annoyance at being woken up from his sleep. "Can't this wait until later?"
"No, you idiot!" Evan huffs, pulling the other up. "Can't you smell?"
"..What smells like fire...?" Remus sniffs, sitting up as well, his brows furrowed in confusion.
They all quickly jump out of bed as those words leave Remus' mouth. "Bollocks! Did we leave a plate on or something?" Barty groans, keeping his nose closed with his forefinger and his thumb.
They all rush into the kitchen to find..Sirius..in front of a pot...?
"Oh!" Sirius grins as he turns around once he notices the others entering, each of them having a gobsmacked look on their faces. "You guys are finally awake– What's that look for?"
"Pads, love, what in Merlin's name are you doing?" Remus gapes, blinking in shock.
"Making food!" Sirius laughs, rubbing the back of his neck with a small laugh. "Though I don't think it's going so well.."
"Yeah..we can tell.." Evan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We thought there was a fire."
"Serious?" Sirius winces, taking a look in the pot.
Barty comes closer to the pot as well, pulling a teaspoon out of the draw to put some food on it and brings it to his mouth. He immediately spits it out, coughing and covering his mouth.
"W–wow..what a taste..." Barty murmurs
"Are you okay?" Remus frowns, rubbing Barty's back.
"Terrible. Sirius, I say this with the most love, please never cook again.
"Am I that terrible of a cook?" Sirius sulks, a pout forming.
"I'm not saying you're a bad cook, but even the flies in the kitchen wear gas masks." Barty snorts.
"Wanker." Sirius scowls, hearing the others snickering at the comment.
"Alright, all of you out. I'll make us something to eat." Evan rolls his sleeves up.
"Fine. Whatever." Sirius grumbles as he stomps out, Barty and Remus following with light snickers.
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