Summary: You and Remus have been married for a few years, you helped him with the full moons and his transformations. But one night, you go out forgetting it was a full moon, and come back to a poorly hurt Remus Lupin.
Content: Fluff!, Remus Lupin x F!reader, cute pet names, taking care of injured Remus, and cuddling.
You had just come home after a night out with a few friends, humming softly to yourself as you set your bag on the table and keys on one of the hooks next to the door. You slip your shoes off with a tired groan, your feet sore from hours of standing and dancing.
You make your way to yours and Remus' bedroom, but freeze by the bathroom, hearing small sobs and coughs. The tiredness is swept from your body as you remember what tonight is and guilt floods your body. With a small curse and a tiny sigh, you slowly creak the door open to see Remus standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Deep, fresh cuts lined his back and torso, tears slowly trickling down his paled cheeks as he tries to clean the blood from his cuts.
His hands trembled terribly as he tried to clean and wipe the cuts. Cursing and crying as the alcohol stung badly. Normally, when you where there to clean the cuts, making him focus on you instead of the small streams of red trickling from his wounds; he would forget all about the pain and the numbness of his body. Just focused on your soft whispers and gentle smile as you looked up at him.
He hears the door creak open, and his darker, tear-filled eyes snap up to meet yours through the mirror. He lets out a soft, strangled noise and nearly breaks down in relief as he sees you standing there. Giving him a small, guilty smile, you fully step into the bathroom
"Hey Moons. I'm sorry I wasn't here tonight. I didn't mean to forget the full moon." You whisper softly as you close the bathroom door behind you. Just the sound of your voice had calmed the shaking, bleeding man in front of you. Remus could never ever be mad or upset with you. He didn't mind you going out and hanging out with a few of your friends. He was used to dealing with the transformations alone until he met you, James, Sirius, and Peter at Hogwarts.
But now, he was just glad you were home. "Never be sorry darling. I feel better knowing you're home now though." He whispers, his voice hoarse and shaky as he slowly sits down on the toilet lid. He looks up at you with soft, tired, and droopy eyes. The fear and anxiety gone by just you being near him and hearing your voice. He let out a small sigh and gave you a lop-sided, lazy smile as he sat there.
You felt your heart flutter as you watched him, both love and guilt tugging at your heart as he sits there. You sigh softly and give him a small smile in return before grabbing a soft cloth, the rubbing alcohol, and a few other things to clean his wounds. You gently kneel in front of him and place a small kiss to his jaw, his eyes fluttering and his heart jumping. No matter how long you guys have been together, his heart still pounded in his chest at every small touch or glance.
You look up at him softly, watching as he relaxed and his body melted slightly, looking so content even though he was bloodied up fairly good. "I will always come home for you Moons. Always." And with that soft whisper, you get to cleaning his wounds.
After thirty minutes of your soft reassurances, soft touches, and Remus' small whimpers, hisses, and groans of pain. He was all cleaned up and exhausted. The guilt of leaving him to deal with this alone still weighed heavily in your heart, even though it was only for one full moon, you promised to never leave him alone.
He slowly looks down at you after a moment of being slumped against the toilet, and sees the guilt clouding your usual bright, soft eyes. With a small sigh and tiny smile, he reaches down and gently combs his rough yet soft fingers through your hair. "Stop feeling so guilty love, I'm fine now. You're home and I'm all cleaned up." He whisper softly before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your hair.
You melt softly feeling the kiss on your head and the gentle brush of Remus' fingers through your hair. You give him a gentle smile before slowly standing up and cupping his face. You tilt his head back and lean down, your lips meeting his for a soft, passionate kiss. He hums and gently wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you fully between his legs, smiling against your lips.
After the kiss, you pull away with a small sigh, gently wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling into his hair. His hands playing with your cardigan, well, more of his cardigan that you stole. He buries his face into your neck and grips the soft fabric softly, breathing in your sweet, calming scent. "I love you, y/n." He whispers as he gives your skin a soft kiss.
You smile into his hair, placing a kiss on his head in return to the one on your neck and lightly scratch the back of his head. "I love you too, Remus." You whisper, slowly pulling away before kissing his forehead and shrugging the cardigan off. You softly drape the fabric over his shoulders, figuring he needed the warmth more than you right now.
Minutes pass of just looking into one anothers eyes, peaceful silence floating around as you looked at the man you married. Then, with a small smile, you take his hands and help him stand. You gently start guiding him to the bedroom, fingers laced together and his eyes glued to yours. The cardigan was oddly more comforting than ever now, your scent wrapping around him and clouding his brain.
Once in the bedroom, you both reluctantly release each others hands. Changing into pajamas. Remus finally slips on his plaid pajama pants as you slip on your night shirt...which was also another thing of Remus'. Once changed you both slip under the covers, Remus nuzzling into your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly as you nuzzle into his hair, your arms holding him to you tightly. You brush your fingers through his hair before trailing your fingers down to one of the silver scars on his shoulder, tracing soft, feather-light, stars against his scar.
Remus' breathing slowly evens out as he hears your heartbeat and feels your light touches on his scars, slowly falling into a peaceful, heavy sleep against you. After minutes of listening to his soft breathing, feeling his heart beat against your side, and his warmth enveloping you; you slowly doze off against him. Curling up with your husband, tucking him away from the cruelness the universe had put upon him. Safely nuzzled against you.
A/N: Hello my lovelies! I hope you enjoyed the story, please feel free to comment what you think seeing as this is my first writing! I hope you all have a lovely day/night! Also don't feel afraid to request any stories!🩷
Fuck jkr, I’m a gender queer aroace who hasn’t financially supported her in years BUT
There is a difference between Harry Potter fan and JKR fan. I like Harry Potter (mainly the fan base and fan works and marauders) I fucking hate JKR. These things can and do coexist
- you’re gay
- can read
- support gay people
- want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past
- are an antelope
- or want a chocolate bar.
Me when Friends plays at 3:00 am, it's pouring rain out, thunder booming, candle lit, the rest of the house is quiet as I lay in my bed, and kitten curled up in my lap.
Okay but like. Fuck me to any Chase Atlantic song. Fuck me to The Weeknd. Slowly fuck me to Cigarettes After Sex. Make me yours. Don't stop until I literally pass out. Like baby I'm yours. I want that typa shit. Do whatever you want to me like...I don't care.
Getting slowly fucked in the back of the car, his hand on your throat, praising you for taking him so well, the windows slowly fogging up as he fucks you, keeping the slow, antagonizing pace. Him telling you how you belong to him and only him, whispering how you should only call out his name when you cum.
Laying her back slowly, kissing her neck till her hands find their way to my hair, her eyes closed. Kissing her all the way down to her core w our fingers interlocked. Looking up at her as I slowly put her left leg on my shoulder. Kissing her inner thigh and teasing just around where she wants me and not giving her that, just not yet.
This is the last line from an angsty flashback in my Prongsfoot WIP (background Moonwater) - Shooting Stars, Falling Objects - set five years after Sirius ostensibly 'dies' during a Death Eater attack. Spoiler alert: he's not dead - but he is having some trouble remembering anything about his old life.
“We buried your brother,” James said, his voice cracking, raw with emotion. “My parents picked the casket. Remus, Peter and I carried it with my dad. Where the hell were you, Regulus? What was more important than his funeral?”
They were the first words he had spoken in weeks.
Check out Shooting Stars, Falling Objects on AO3.
Tagging: @antarescamusxo - welcome to the Prongsfoot community. This is a game about posting the last line you've written ☺️
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