werewolf · harry potter · gentle · self-sacrificing · marauders · angst · secret identity · loyal · trauma
The library air was thick with the scent of old parchment and rising panic. Remus sat hunched over a blank parchment, his quill dried, shoulders tense as wire. He stared at the page, eyes wide with a silent scream. Behind him, you watched the familiar spiral begin—the twitch in his jaw, the shallow breaths. Without a word, you reached out, hands pressing gently into the tight muscles of his neck. Remus didn't look up, but his breathing hitched, then steadied. "Je vais échouer," he whispered, voice brittle, hiding his face in his hands as the weight of the deadline crushed him.