Bright rays of sunshine illuminated the smallest particles of dust swirling in spirals in the air.
Sirius had barely opened his eyes, before the strong, sweet smell of omelette and bacon had hit him. He licked his lips and stretched his arms as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of the bedroom.
“Moony,” he whined dramatically. “Where’s my good morning kiss?”
“It’s out here preparing breakfast!” Called out Remus from the kitchen. Sirius responded with a loud sound, somewhere in between a groan and a whine.
“’m coming, just a sec, love,” said Remus, and sure enough, Sirius could hear footsteps getting slightly louder, before a slightly dishevelled- but in a way that Sirius loved- Remus appeared from the doorway.
He bent down, giving Sirius an indulgent kiss, before messing his hair as Sirius yawned.
“I apologise, your highness. Perhaps I can make it up to you?” Remus winked.
“’Consider it’ my ass. Anyway, breakfast’s ready. I promise for once, I haven’t managed to summon a demon.”
“How could you? You know how I feel about Patrick!” Sirius flailed his arms around wildly, wiping away imaginary tears.
“Who the everloving fuck is Patrick?”
“Moony?!” Sirius wore a look of fake shock. “Patrick is the love of my life! The most beautiful demon to ever exist!”
“Me?!” Remus joined in, pulling on a mocking accused face.
“Sharing is caring, Moons, you know that.”
“But I’m not in the mood for sharing you,” growled Remus, slipping into the bed and kissing him deeply again.
Remus’s hands travelled into Sirius’s hair, as the kiss deepened and grew more passionate. It was heaven to Sirius- really, he wished he was woken up like this every day.
That was, before Remus hastily broke it apart, muttering a small “shit,” to himself.
Sirius frowned, earning him a stuck out tongue from Remus. “I left the toaster on. If you don’t want your house on fire-”
“It already is with my burning future, and that’s the end of it.”
“Moony, come back!” Sirius stretched his hands out and tried to grab Remus as he climbed out of bed, ignoring Sirius’s cries with a grin on his face.
Scowling fondly, Sirius rubbed at his eyes and decided to get out of the bed. Quickly using the bathroom, he was in the kitchen, where the delicious smell grew even more, in less than ten minutes.
“Moonyyyy,” drawled Sirius, wrapping his arms around Remus, and nuzzling his head in the crook of his neck.
“Yes Pads? I’m trying hard not to burn your toast, keep that in mind.”
“I want you.” Sirius started pressing small kisses along Remus’s neck, drawing a chuckle from Remus.
“One sec, just finish your meal- don’t you dare say what I think you will. I’m gonna use the bathroom.”
“Moony, are you leaving me? Moony,” Sirius wailed as Remus walked towards the bathroom.
“Jesus, Sirius, I’ll be back before you know it.”
And with that, he slammed the bathroom door shut.
“Who even is Jesus,” grumbled Sirius, walking towards the frying pan, which instantly lifted his mood.
He could spend hours watching Remus somehow heat up food, or fry an egg, or do millions of other mesmerizing things with this metal plate that lit up on fire.
Some of the muggle gadgets Remus used were quite extraordinary, and Sirius felt really foolish for not having such efficient things in the wizarding world. Such as a frying pan.
Suddenly, a large, metallic sound scared Sirius out of his skin. Two pieces of black bread jumped up and almost towards Sirius, and a tearing scream escaped him.
Cold fear filled his body, and his mind was filled with hundreds of different types of dark magic swirling through the insides of the machine. With counter-curses ready on his tongue, Sirius aimed his wand at the thing, shouting the spells at the top of his mind.
The machine shook, before metal springs jumped out of it, scaring Sirius even more.
“Moons! Help! Something’s here- oh no- please!”
“Pads?!” Remus’s worried face could be seen through the smoke now coming from the damned machine.
“It- it made a huge noise! And the bread you put in it threw itself at- at me! Listen, we have to take it to the ministry- or at least James’s-”
“You’re fucking kidding me,” said Remus with a grin, before bursting into fits of laughter. He sounded almost delirious.
Sirius felt confusion, and the smallest shred of sadness that he pushed aside. Was his spell wrong? Did he aim the spells at the wrong thing?
“Oh my- oh my god, Pads, I- I love you,” said Remus between giggles, slowly nearing Sirius.
As he got closer, Sirius saw tears in his eyes, and with that contagious laugh, he couldn’t help chuckling too. Though he didn’t know what for. Remus’s palms cupped his face, and he quickly kissed his cheek between laughs.
Once the laughter died down- which took far too long- Remus waved his wand and mutter a quick “reparo totallum,” getting the machine back to new.
“Okay, Pads,” he started, waving to the machine, which made Sirius feel oddly uncomfortable. “This is a toaster. When you keep the bread in, it toasts it.”
“So why’d it explode and throw bread at me?!”
Remus burst out in laughter again, but managed to only just compose himself. “When it’s done, it does that. The bread jumps out, so you know when it’s ready.”
“It was supposed to make that fucking possessed sound?!” Sirius looked frantically between the toaster and Remus, his hands flying wildly above him.
“Yeah, it sometimes scares muggles too. But no, it-” Remus chuckled, and wiped a tear from his eye. “It’s not filled with dark magic. It’s normal.”
“That- that thing is normal?! Get it out of our house!”
“If you insist, Pads,” chuckled Remus, slowly kissing Sirius in between breaths of chuckles.
Which would explain why, later that afternoon, the strange but lovable couple on the fifth floor of an extremely old apartment were selling the most efficient- possibly altered by magic- toaster, that everyone seemed to fawn over.
