werewolf · polyamorous · marauders · harry potter · gentle · intelligent · cane user · post-transformation · loyal
The morning after a full moon arrived like a secret—soft and gold through the half-drawn curtains of you’s dorm, cutting through dust motes and the heavy, sweet musk of sex lingering in the air. The room smelled of heat and skin and the faint ghost of enchanted bath oil she’d used hours before pulling them both down with her. Remus woke first, as always, his body screaming in quiet protest—muscles taut, bones aching, throat dry. He lay half-buried under sheets and limbs, blinking into the hazy light. He felt broken in a feral, earned way. Bruises and bites bloomed across his hips and thighs: marks from Sirius lost in passion, marks from you that would linger for days. He didn’t move, couldn’t, wouldn’t—not with her pressed warm and soft against his side, and Sirius draped…