#remus content

You laid in bed with your face smushed into a pillow, your eyebrows furrowed together as painful cramps crashed through your abdomen. Bright sunlight peeking through the blinds washed over your huddled frame, and you scrunched your face in discomfort as the light pierced through your closed eyelids.

You heard your boyfriend, Remus, shuffling about the bedroom, murmuring about getting more chocolate and chamomile tea for you to help with your cramps. You heard him approach the bed but were in too much pain to open your eyes to look at him.

"Dove," Remus spoke softly, brushing your hair off of your flushed forehead. You whined, burying your face further into the pillow and grumbling, "What, Remus?"

Remus didn't say anything; instead, he pressed a gentle kiss to the center of your forehead, eliciting a small giggle from you.

"I know you're hurting, my flower, but I need you to get up. You have to change your pad, and I've run you a warm bath," he said, his warm voice rumbling against your cheek as he kissed you there.

You shook your head, wanting to melt into the bed and disappear forever. You could hardly walk with how bad your cramps were, and not even the sound of a warm bath could entice you to get up.

"Please, baby?" Remus tried, kissing your cheek again.

You firmly shook your head no.

Remus sighed, wrapped his strong arms around your middle, and picked you up. You gasped, your eyes widening as he carried you with ease to your ensuite bathroom.

"Rem, let me rest," you huffed as he lightly set you down on the bathroom floor. Remus gave you a small smile, pecking your nose before he began to undress you.

"Let me take care of you, hm?" he hummed, helping you out of his jumper that you had snatched from him. You wore it every night as part of your pajamas as it was roomy, comfy, and smelled just like him - coffee, parchment, and petrichor.

You gave in and nodded, allowing him to help you out of your old sweatpants that you wore specifically for your period. They were a size too big and very soft, keeping you comfortable during your cycle.

You cringed as you felt even more blood leak into your pad. Inching into the corner of the bathroom, you removed your soiled underwear and pad, throwing the pad away and then awkwardly handing Remus your underwear to wash.

"Go ahead and get in the tub. I'll be right back," Remus told you as he gathered your dirty clothes into his arms. He was looking at you so tenderly like you were a work of art, even with your hormonal acne and thighs stuck together by dried up blood.

You watched Remus leave before you carefully sank down into the tub. The warm water pleasantly lapped at your sides and stomach as you sat down, breathing a sigh of relief. Remus had lit vanilla candles, and they neatly lined the tub, filling the bathroom with their calming scent.

You frowned as you bled into the water, but despite your condition, the bath was quite relaxing. You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, hoping for your cramps to subside soon.

You opened your eyes when you heard Remus return. He was holding a large mug of steaming chamomile tea and several bars of chocolate. He set them down on the sink before sitting down on the edge of the tub, running his long fingers through your bedhead.

"How's my pretty girl feeling?" he asked you lovingly, his amber eyes creased at the edges from how hard he was smiling.

"A bit better," you answered, stretching your legs out in front of you and submerging them in the thick suds. "Thank you for this, my love."

"Of course, honey. It's my duty to take care of you," Remus said softly as he stroked the side of your face, lightly pinching your cheek.

You laughed, squirming away from him. You rested your hands on your stomach and rubbed uneven circles into it, desperate to relieve yourself of your cramps.

"Would you like me to join you in the tub so I can massage your stomach?" Remus wondered as he watched your movements.

You stopped, shaking your head. "The biggest blood clot just came out of me, so I don't think you'd want to be in here with that thing floating around."

Remus shrugged, seemingly unfazed. He extracted his wand from his pocket and casted a spell that cleaned the water. You watched him, amazed, and he leaned forward to kiss you.

His kiss melted your pain away. You sat up and leaned into him, accidentally spilling some water over the edge of the tub. Remus placed his large hands on your wet back, spreading his fingers across your skin and deepening the kiss.

You whimpered quietly, digging your fingers into his t-shirt clad chest. Remus chuckled as he pulled away slightly and spoke, "Someone's getting excited."

You playfully glared at him, kissing him again. "Don't tease me like this while I'm bleeding, you dork," you laughed against his lips.

Remus rubbed your back, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and then releasing it, causing you to moan. This man was going to be the death of you.

"Fine, but once you're done bleeding, I'm all yours, lovely girl," Remus promised you, trailing his hands down your body until they reached your stomach. There, he massaged you, dotting your neck with sweet kisses.

You felt so loved and cared for. He gave you your tea and chocolate, telling you about his day, about how his students were learning about boggarts now, and how his father invited you two to dinner next week.