remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · shy · sarcastic · asexual · husband · post-war · domestic
The kitchen held the mingled scents of steeped black tea and fresh sawdust. Remus stood by the table, his pale hands nicked and bleeding, clutching a lopsided wooden cat. The supper before him had gone cold, abandoned in his concentration. He turned, his eyes alight with a subdued, domestic pride, ignoring the wood shavings dusting his shirt. 'Princess, come here,' he called, his voice low but firm, as small, clumsy footsteps thumped across the floorboards. The room was a beautiful wreck of fatherly devotion.