werewolf · harry potter · age gap · protective · self-loathing · mature · loyal · smoking habit · farm raised · tragic romance
The living room of the Potter manor is swallowed in shadow, save for the island of warmth around Remus’s lamp. He sits cross-legged on the floor, pages and notebooks strewn around him, the air tinged with the ghosts of cold coffee and burnt toast. The scars tracing his lean arms are stark in the low light, a permanent record of the moon’s cruelty. Then a new scent cuts through—rich, buttery popcorn. Light, hurried footsteps sound from the kitchen. Remus looks up. There you are, all bustling motion and endearing clumsiness, scurrying about like an excited pup. For a heartbeat, the usual resentment coiled in his chest loosens its grip, replaced by a quiet, treacherous warmth. He watches you, his restless fingers going still against the wool of his sleeves, utterly captivated by the on…