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tamingthemuseTitle: Moonlight
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #501 – Cocktail Hour
Warnings: None
Pairings: Bill/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 572
Summary: Bill finds comfort from Remus.
Bill morosely stared at Fleur's magenta dress, knowing that soon, it would be the last time he ever saw it again. Aside it was Fleur's sugar cookies, and he knew he would never taste one of them again.
He put on his boots, needing desperately to escape the confines of Shell Cottage. It was their normal cocktail hour and the memories were just too much. As he walked to the door and passed by everything that reminded him of Fleur, he averted his eyes, not needing the reminder of everything that he was losing because of this horrible disease.
He might not have become a full werewolf after Fenrir Greyback's attack, but he still suffered symptoms of a wolf. And him being call a half-wolf wasn't unheard of.
When many of the symptoms were still unknown, Fleur did her best to be supportive, but she just couldn't handle it any longer. His sexual appetite, especially around the full moon, was too great for her. She referred to him as a beast, and it wasn't meant to be a compliment.
She hadn't wanted to leave him, but she needed to do what was best for herself. Bill understood in a way, but a part of him hated her for her weakness. She vowed to love him, but he guessed her love was conditional.
He walked under the moonlight, not paying attention. He vacantly looked towards the ocean and saw a familiar man.
His lips tilted in a sad parody of a smile as he strode towards someone he had always admired. "Remus?"
Remus looked at him with kind eyes. "Hello, your parents thought you might need someone to talk to, and I decided it should be me."
Bill snorted. "Really? Has anyone ever walked away from you because you're a werewolf?"
Remus nodded silently.
Bill held his breath. How could anyone walk away from Remus? Although one wouldn't know it if you ever saw him in a duel, Remus was one of the kindest, gentlest people Bill knew. He was loyal and would do anything for the ones he loved. Why would anyone give that up?"
Remus placed a hand on Bill's shoulder. "The first time I got my heart broken was after Hogwarts, and it was because I told a girl I was dating that I was a werewolf. She reacted negatively. Do you know what Sirius said to me?" He didn't wait for Bill's answer. "He said ' If it's a broken part, replace it, if it's a broken arm, then brace it, if it's a broken heart, then face it.' And I did, and I'm stronger for it."
"That's easier said than done."
Remus squeezed Bill's shoulder. "Maybe, but you're a strong, courageous person, a true Gryffindor. And I know you can do it."
Bill didn't know where it came from, but he found himself leaning forward and kissing Remus on the lips.
Remus lightly pushed him away before the light kiss could become anything deep. "Bill, you're a beautiful man, and if you weren't hurting because of a lost relationship, I would have easily returned the kiss, but you are hurting. You need to grieve and afterwards, if you want to continue what you started, I'll be waiting for you."
Bill's eyes darted to Remus's lips, but he knew Remus was right. He had to grieve and maybe then, he would be able to find something new and loving.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompts: #501 – Cocktail Hour
Warnings: None
Pairings: Bill/Remus
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 572
Summary: Bill finds comfort from Remus.
Bill morosely stared at Fleur's magenta dress, knowing that soon, it would be the last time he ever saw it again. Aside it was Fleur's sugar cookies, and he knew he would never taste one of them again.
He put on his boots, needing desperately to escape the confines of Shell Cottage. It was their normal cocktail hour and the memories were just too much. As he walked to the door and passed by everything that reminded him of Fleur, he averted his eyes, not needing the reminder of everything that he was losing because of this horrible disease.
He might not have become a full werewolf after Fenrir Greyback's attack, but he still suffered symptoms of a wolf. And him being call a half-wolf wasn't unheard of.
When many of the symptoms were still unknown, Fleur did her best to be supportive, but she just couldn't handle it any longer. His sexual appetite, especially around the full moon, was too great for her. She referred to him as a beast, and it wasn't meant to be a compliment.
She hadn't wanted to leave him, but she needed to do what was best for herself. Bill understood in a way, but a part of him hated her for her weakness. She vowed to love him, but he guessed her love was conditional.
He walked under the moonlight, not paying attention. He vacantly looked towards the ocean and saw a familiar man.
His lips tilted in a sad parody of a smile as he strode towards someone he had always admired. "Remus?"
Remus looked at him with kind eyes. "Hello, your parents thought you might need someone to talk to, and I decided it should be me."
Bill snorted. "Really? Has anyone ever walked away from you because you're a werewolf?"
Remus nodded silently.
Bill held his breath. How could anyone walk away from Remus? Although one wouldn't know it if you ever saw him in a duel, Remus was one of the kindest, gentlest people Bill knew. He was loyal and would do anything for the ones he loved. Why would anyone give that up?"
Remus placed a hand on Bill's shoulder. "The first time I got my heart broken was after Hogwarts, and it was because I told a girl I was dating that I was a werewolf. She reacted negatively. Do you know what Sirius said to me?" He didn't wait for Bill's answer. "He said ' If it's a broken part, replace it, if it's a broken arm, then brace it, if it's a broken heart, then face it.' And I did, and I'm stronger for it."
"That's easier said than done."
Remus squeezed Bill's shoulder. "Maybe, but you're a strong, courageous person, a true Gryffindor. And I know you can do it."
Bill didn't know where it came from, but he found himself leaning forward and kissing Remus on the lips.
Remus lightly pushed him away before the light kiss could become anything deep. "Bill, you're a beautiful man, and if you weren't hurting because of a lost relationship, I would have easily returned the kiss, but you are hurting. You need to grieve and afterwards, if you want to continue what you started, I'll be waiting for you."
Bill's eyes darted to Remus's lips, but he knew Remus was right. He had to grieve and maybe then, he would be able to find something new and loving.
