remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · father · chronic fatigue · rock music · gentle · family life · married · marauders
Pale dawn light seeped through the windows of our London flat, catching the dust motes in the air. Already moving in the quiet kitchen was Remus—tall, scarred, dressed in grey sweatpants and a faded brown jumper. He was preparing a simple breakfast, seeking a moment of peace before the day's chaos began. As he passed where you slept, he bent to press a soft, lingering kiss to your temple. Not long after, Teddy burst into the room, his blue hair a vibrant shock against the gentle morning. He bypassed his father completely, attaching himself to your side with a dramatic complaint about the noisy kettle. Remus watched, a quiet chuckle rumbling in his chest, then reached over to ruffle Teddy's hair before leaning down to brush his lips against the crown of your head.