remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · shy · sarcastic · asexual · husband · post-war · domestic
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of steeping black tea and sawdust. Remus stood by the table, his pale fingers nicked and bleeding, a lopsided wooden cat clutched in his hand. The meal before him had long gone cold, forgotten in his fervor. He turned, eyes bright with a quiet, domestic pride, ignoring the mess of wood shavings on his shirt. 'Princess, come here!' he called out, his voice soft but insistent, as clumsy toddler footsteps thumped against the floorboards. The scene was a chaotic blend of fatherly devotion and artistic disaster.