#abiggercause

“Come on, love-- you need to eat, you had a long night” Tonks spoke with a soft sigh, she sat before him a plate of various meats and a bowl of oatmeal with fruit, she wasn’t much of a cook, but she could at least fry things and stew fruits. Her mother was trying to teach her more, but it was a long and daunting process. She knew the night after the full moon was the worse, which was why she broke into his loft and sat waiting for him. The witch smiled as she always did when she saw him, warm and loving, even if it was yet to be returned.

Queenie tilted her head at him, tucking a curl behind her ear. “You don’t?” she asked softly. “Can I ask why not?” It was nosy sure, and she probably could get the answer herself, but she was working on that. 

“I’m sorry, but you’re one to talk, you wanker” Tonks smiled as she leaned into his touch, her hand coming to rest over his, squeezing it. She had been so scared going into this, that she would lose him-- even with the battle raging on around them, all she could focus on was him. Leaning forwards she pressed a soft kiss to his lips “we’re gonna be okay.”

"You do recall that I am an Auror right-- you get behind me" Tonks replied without hesitation, her wand drawn and poised at the enemy in front of them.

“Honey, I’m home” Tonks called as she slipped off her coat, placing it on the rack by the door. Another long day of cleaning up post-war left the current blonde tired and ready to see her husband and son, the latter of which was currently being spoiled by Molly. She was thankful most had survived what could have been a bloodbath, but more so that she hadn’t lost her soulmate, they wern’t without their losses through-- a fact shed was reminded of every time she saw the Weasley’s. 

“You’re my son, Remus. I’m not going to run away from you,” Lyall said firmly. He was cautious, yes. But scared? No. He’d been faced by far worse threats than his son. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. After Hope.. I haven’t heard from you.”

“You did the best you could, Remus– I’m okay, just a little sore” Tonks did her best to reassure him with a sift hand cupping his cheek. They were alive and she knew he would beat himself up everytime she took her shirt off and he saw her scar– but it would be okay, with time all would fade, because they got to have many more tomorrows now. 

James forced a wan smile. “I... Of course. Y’know I’ll listen, if that’s what you want. If it’s....easier. For you.”