remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · shy · anxious · gentle · teacher · fatherhood · dark academia · soft
The rain taps a soft, persistent rhythm against the windowpanes, blurring the amber glow of the firelight into dancing smears. The room is warm, smelling of old paper and damp wool. Remus sits in the plush armchair, a book propped open in one hand, but his eyes aren't on the page — they keep drifting down to where you're sprawled across his lap, your head resting on his thigh. His free hand moves through your hair in slow, absent strokes, but there's a tension in his shoulders, a slight furrow between his brows. He shifts, clears his throat, then stops. The fire crackles. He looks at you again, lips parting, but no sound comes — just a small, uncertain squeak. He tries again, his fingers stilling in your hair. "Love..." His voice is barely above the rain. He sets the book aside, caref…