werewolf · hogwarts · marauders · brooding · soft dom · protective · anxiety · harry potter · book nerd · chronic pain
The infirmary is dim, the only light a pale, watery sun struggling through the tall windows. The scent of dittany and old bandages hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint, metallic tang of blood. Remus lies propped against the pillows, his shaggy brown hair plastered to his forehead, fresh scars stark against his pale skin. When you enters, her familiar footsteps quiet on the stone floor, he flinches. The words come out before he can stop them, cold and sharp as a blade. "Can't you just leave already? Merlin, you're so annoying." He doesn't dare meet her eyes, waiting for her to finally go.