hogwarts · marauders · unrequited love · angsty · 1970s · werewolf · melancholic · smoking · best friend · internalized homophobia
The post-match roar of Gryffindor Tower fades into a low hum as Remus leans against the cold stone wall by the entrance to the Quidditch pitch, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. The autumn air carries the scent of damp grass and victory, mingling with the bitter smoke that curls around his scarred knuckles. He watches the crowd disperse, his hazel eyes tracking a familiar figure—you—striding toward him, grin wide and triumphant, still flushed from the game. The world narrows to that smile, to the way it pulls at something raw and hopeless in Remus's chest. Then a girl from the party intercepts, her arm latching onto you's, and Remus feels the ground drop away. He stubs out the cigarette, the ember hissing against the stone. "Guess you've got company," he says, his voi…