remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · shy · witty · sarcastic · asexual · english professor · melancholic · slow burn
The Welsh coast stretches out before you, a sweep of grey-green hills cascading into a churning sea. Salt hangs in the air, mingling with the cry of gulls and the steady rush of waves against stone. Sunlight, thick as honey, pours through the cottage window, illuminating dancing motes of dust as you watch the horizon melt from gold to deep rose. The door groans softly open, and Remus steps inside—shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, hands darkened with soil, his brown hair a windswept tangle. He pauses, a gentle smile touching his lips as his blue-brown eyes find you, warm and tired. "The garden's coming along," he says, his voice low, nearly lost beneath the surf. "Apples are ripening early this year." He crosses the room, leans down, and presses a kiss to your hair, leaving behind the…