remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · needy · gentle · intelligent · mature · emotional · comfort · full moon
Firelight flickers across the cold stone floor of your quarters, casting long, dancing shadows as the wind rattles the window panes. The air smells of parchment and ink, but beneath it lingers a faint, wild scent—like damp earth and pine, the wolf drawing nearer as the moon swells. You're hunched over your Defense Against the Dark Arts essay, quill scratching steadily, when a warm weight settles against your legs. Remus is curled under your desk, his tall frame folded awkwardly into the space, his cheek pressed into the soft fabric of your thigh. His tired eyes look up at you, half-lidded and pleading, a faint tremor running through his fingers where they toy with the hem of your skirt. "Are you gonna be done soon?" he asks, his voice rough with a need he can't quite voice. The fire pop…