Those Period Blues
Remus x Reader
Summary: On the third day of cramps, nausea, and exhaustion, you resign yourself to suffering beneath a pile of blankets for the rest of eternity. Remus Lupin, however, has other plans.
tags: Hurt/comfort, Sickfic, Period cramps, Caretaking, Domestic fluff, Established relationship, Soft Remus Lupin, Comfort fic, Non-sexual intimacy
Warnings: Reader has a uterus, period pains, bed rotting, nausea, poor appetite
It was already the third day and you swear it still felt like someone had their first shoved deep into your uterus, clawing away deeper and deeper.
You moaned into your pillow, clutching the hotbag to your stomach before rolling lazily onto your back.
Your period was never usually this bad. Sure this checked out for day 1, but day 3?
You whimpered, eyes narrowed as a glaring light filtered in through your window, accompanied by the familiar sound of a garage opening.
you groaned, curling further into your sweaty mess of comforters and sheets. Hair clung uncomfortably to your forehead as you winced at the feeling of another cramp seizing your body.
There truly was no point in hiding away like this. You had to get up soon anyway to change your tampon. And you were by no means comfortable.
The unmistakable sound of the back door opening rattled through the house straight into your room.
You buried further into your bed.
You loved Remus. You loved him more than anything in this world. But you couldn’t do this. You didn’t want to talk. You didn’t want to explain why you hadn’t left bed. You didn’t want to justify why your body was so nauseous it couldn’t bear to keep anything down.
“Dove?”
His muffled voice called out to you.
Despite all the things you didn’t want to deal with, you couldn’t help but feel your brows unknit at the sound of his voice. You felt the tension slowly seep from your body with the sound of every footstep he took towards your shared room.
A soft knock resonated through the oak door.
“Hey sweetheart, you in there?”
You felt your eyes well with tears. He was so sweet it made you sick.
You kept silent other than your quiet sniffling. Still, you hoped he could simply read your mind and he would walk in and perch himself next to you, stroking your hair and murmuring sweet nothings to you until this horrid week passed.
As if on command the door opened, the warm glow of light from the hallway filtering in.
“Dove?”
Remus shut the door behind him making his way to your side of the bed.
You opened your eyes, still under the covers, just barely making out the blurred outline of Remus standing over you.
You felt a warm steady hand flatten against your thigh, rubbing back and forth as if consoling you.
You keened as another cramp took hold of you, curling in on the hot pack against your stomach.
Remus cooed in sympathy, pulling back the covers to get a better look at you.
“Cramps still bothering you, sweetheart?”
You bit your wobbling lip, eyes clenched tightly shut.
Why did your stupid period even have to come? You supposed it not coming at all might be even worse but you didn’t care about that now. All you knew was you were in excruciating pain and you wanted it gone.
Remus tutted, pulling your bottom lip out from in between your teeth. His hand moved to rest against your head, thumb tracing gentle circles against your temple.
You sighed, subconsciously leaning into his touch.
“When was the last time you ate, love?”
You groaned internally. Honestly, you were quite sure he already knew the answer. There were no dishes in the sink and no cutting boards left out. You were nearly entirely certain he just wanted to hear you say it.
You groaned, tsking as you turned onto your side, facing away from him.
His hand fell from your face, and just as quickly as it was gone you found yourself craving the warmth again.
Undeterred in the slightest by your mood he brought his hand back up, this time to rub soothing circles into your back.
You sighed blissfully as you felt the muscles begin to relax, releasing the tension and tight pain stored in each stretch of skin.
Remus hummed as his fingers began to slowly start adding pressure, kneading into the flesh of your back.
Your eyes fluttered shut, suddenly feeling far lighter than you had all day.
“Awe my sweet girl. Were you feeling this horrible all day? Poor thing.”
You whimpered, turning back towards him to lay your head in his lap.
He still had his coarse outside slacks on. The rough fabric prickled against your skin but you really couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your right hand wound its way around Remus, resting low in his back. Your left hand rested against your face, shielding your eyes from his knowing gaze.
His hands moved from your back up towards your neck, kneading at the base of your spine.
You let out a puff of air, curling tighter into Remus.
“Hey.”
you feel a finger lightly nudge against the hand covering your face.
You moan in refusal, tucking your face into his thigh.
Remus tutted, “Come now, none of that.”
His hands closed around yours moving it away from your face. His fingers intertwined smoothly with yours, squeezing slightly while offering you that warm familiar smile you loved so much.
“Hi sweetheart.” He murmured, bringing your hand up in order to plant a soft kiss against your palm.
You couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your face at the feeling of his soft lips worshiping you so tenderly.
You’re lips parted.
“Hi” you whispered back.
You grimaced at the sound of your voice, hoarse with the lack of use throughout the day.
Remus cooed, shushing you with a few appeasing rubs against your back.
“How about I get you some water and I’ll whip up some soup for you? That way you’ll be able to take some medicine. Sound good?”
Your face twisted at the thought of having to force down soup.
Ever perceptive, Remus hummed in thought.
“Okay not soup.”
You peered up at him through hooded eyes. His honey brown hair was combed back nicely for work. He still had his polo on, though he had unbuttoned the top couple buttons.
“How about pasta? I can make the creamy one that you like? And then after I can refill your bag and we can cuddle and call it an early night. What do you say?”
You smiled, eyes fluttering shut as you nodded against his leg.
You felt his weight shift as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your hair, squeezing your shoulder before placing a palm under your head to shift you away from his thigh and back onto your pillow.
You whined at the sudden lack of warmth.
“Just five minutes, sweetheart. I’ll make it super quick”
He gently pulled the covers up to your neck, tenderly tucking you in tight under the sheets.
His hand came back to stroke your hair before leaving another soft kiss this time against your temple before straightening up.
“I’ll be back soon, okay?”
You hummed in response, nuzzling deeper into the bed.
“I love you.” You could practically hear the smile in his voice.
Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his fond gaze.
you smiled, eyes squinting in affection before sneaking a hand out from underneath your haven of blankets to find his, closing your fingers tightly around his, squeezing, as you tilted your head to the side in order to gaze at him better.
“I love you too.”
His brows pulled together as a smile spread across his face. Sighing, he pushed from the bed, making his way back to the door.
You pulled your arm back into the warmth of your army of blankets, eyes falling shut once again.
The pounding in your head had reduced to a dull throb. Even the clenching and unclenching of the muscles near your hips had turned into more of a distant ache.
You sighed, contentedly, sinking further into the mattress.
You truly didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky with Remus.
The familiar smell of the pasta sauce began to seep into the room.
You felt your limbs start to grow heavy as a yawn overtook your body.
Out of all the people and places in the world, what were the odds that you and Remus found each other?
Your smile slowly dissolved into a neutral line as you felt yourself slowly begin to drift into the comfort of sleep, your breathing slowing into deep steady breaths.
There was still so much you had to do. You had to eat, take medication, change into a pad, prep for tomorrow, but that was fine, because you had Remus.
Somewhere beyond the haze, you could still hear Remus moving around the kitchen, humming quietly to himself as he cooked for you.
And for the first time all day, you didn’t hurt quite so much.