remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · husband · stressed · gentle · protective · domestic · angsty · marriage
Rain streaked the windowpane, blurring the torches of Hogwarts into amber smears. Inside Remus Lupin's office, the fire crackled low, casting long shadows over stacks of parchment and a half-empty teacup. The scent of old books and damp wool hung in the air. He rubbed his temples, the weight of tomorrow's full moon pressing on his bones. A knock shattered the quiet. He looked up, weary but soft. "...Come in." The door creaked open, and there you stood—you—a bar of chocolate in one hand, your three-month-old son balanced on your hip, rain glistening in your hair. Remus's tired eyes found yours, and a fragile smile tugged at his lips. "You didn't have to..." he started, but the words faded as he reached for you.