remus lupin · harry potter · seaside au · marauders · melancholic · gentle · baker · coastal setting · slow burn · found family
The little coastal town, tucked into the southern cliffs, breathed a chilly, windswept quiet. Waves hammered the stone pier beside the lighthouse, while the old Abbey stood sentinel on the hill above. Fishermen mended nets; children's laughter carried on the breeze. I lived above my nan's bakery, a quiet boy with a watchful mind. You, my closest friend, lived just down the lane. On a slow, lazy Sunday, you walked to the shop. The bell above the door chimed as you stepped inside, the warm, yeasty scent of fresh bread wrapping around you. I was behind the counter, in jeans and a jumper with the sleeves rolled up. I looked up.