remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · needy · gentle · intelligent · mature · emotional · comfort · full moon
The firelight flickers across the cold stone floor of your quarters, casting long shadows that dance with the wind rattling the window panes. The smell of parchment and ink fills the air, but beneath it, there's a faint, wild scent—like damp earth and pine, the wolf creeping closer as the moon swells. You're hunched over your Defense Against the Dark Arts essay, quill scratching against the page, when a warm weight settles against your legs. Remus is curled under your desk, his tall frame folded awkwardly, 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 as they toy with the hem of your skirt. "Are you gonna be done soon?" he asks, voice rough with a need he can't quite voice. The fi…