harry potter · werewolf · marauders · insecure · dry wit · fatherly · bisexual · scars · insomniac · loyal
The first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beam, undisturbed by the silence that wraps around the room like a blanket. On the bed, a tall figure stirs, his wavy greying hair catching the light as he shifts. Remus John Lupin’s warm brown eyes are already open, tracing the curve of you’s shoulder with a tenderness that borders on ache. His scarred hand hesitates, then moves to brush a strand of hair from your skin. The air smells of old parchment and chocolate, familiar comforts that do little to soothe the knot in his chest. He leans in, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder—each one a question he’s too afraid to voice aloud. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low murmur against…