Author's Note: Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The following characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and this story derives from her original works, storylines, and world. Please do not sue me, I can barely pay tuition.
Warnings: NA
Stacked with: MC4A; Shipping War; Terms of Service
Individual Challenge(s): Gryffindor MC; Hufflepuff MC; In a Flash; Seeds; Click Bait It; True Colours
Representation(s): Auror Tonks
Bonus challenge(s): Middle Name; Spinning Plates; Second Verse (Odd Feathers); Chorus (Not a Lamp); Demo (White Dress; Wabi Sabi; Creature Feature; Surprise!; In the Trench; Getting On)
Tertiary bonus challenge: NA
Word Count: 389
Shipping Wars
Ship (Team): Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin (Technicolour Moon)
List (Prompt): Spring Big List (Cooking)
Big Responsibilities
There was something vaguely entertaining about watching her husband flit around the kitchen, picking up and putting down the wrong spices, opening the wrong drawers and muttering under his breath as he closed them...
She had never seen Remus this nervous, which was saying something because the man was nothing if not a ball of anxiety.
She crossed the kitchen and wrapped her arms around his waist—which surprised him, though he soon relaxed.
"It smells lovely, " she promised. This was true, the air in the flat smelled like beef and tarragon as the steaks baked. The aroma of fresh bread still lingered from this morning, and he was now just preparing scalloped potatoes and asparagus now. She also knew for a fact that there were fruit tarts in the fridge, even if Remus had hidden them from her with a disillusion spell. She just knew. She was practically salivating.
"I think I might overcook the steaks."
"When have you ever overbaked a steak in your life? Just because you like them on the raw side..."
"Please don't make werewolf jokes when your parents get here," he said.
"Is that what you're so worried about? " she asked. " Remus, you've met my parents before..."
"Only in passing and not since we've married and I've never cooked for them and I'll be damned if I serve them overcooked steak when I do," Remus said. His shoulders were tensing right back up.
She pulled away and then started digging her fingers into the knots.
"My parents will like you because I love you," she promised. She hoped. "What is there not to like?"
"Remember when I said no werewolf..."
"Oh, come off it, " she said. " There's a million other things about you. Your cooking, for instance."
"Your stomach being the way to your heart."
"Absolutely it is. And the good news is that that's inherited," she said. "But if you're still nervous, why don't I help? That way if anything does fall through it can be my fault."
He smiled.
"You can peel carrots," he offered.
"Carrots? You're giving me carrots? Yee of little faith…"
"Carrots are a big responsibility," Remus said.
"They will be the peeliest carrots the world has ever seen," she promised.
"I have no idea what that means, but I have complete competence in my sous-chef," he smiled.