Random oneshots :)

23-professor lupin x reader

you stopped yourself when you saw him standing in the middle of the road, sniffing around. you quickly hide behind a tree and pant, evening your breath. after a few seconds, he starts running again.

looking at your watch, you sighed, nodding. its almost 2 am, the sun rises at 6 am. 4 more hours to go. looking over the edge of the tree, you watched as he started running again somewhere, howling.

you ran after him, banishing away any rabbits, wolves or other creatures from his way so he wont kill them. yourself, you often bruised a little bit after those nights, scratches, dark spots, bruises, nothing you couldnt cover up with a simple lie of falling down the stairs or quidditch practice.

thankful for your boots, you cursed yourself on forgetting and not getting dressed properly for the ocassion, which means you were still in your pajamas, much more exposed to anything then you usualy would be.

it was already starting to get a little more bright, indicating the sun is going to come up soon, and you were much more relaxed now, knowing its ending soon. turning a corner, you accidentaly tripped over a root of a tree, and fell down, yelping and groaning. loudly.

you watched as he turned around and saw you, howling and growling as he got closer to you, exposing his teeth. shit. you started scrammbling back, trying to get up, but your leg hurt to much. sprained it maybe?

turning around, you tried crawling out if there, somehow running away from the situation you got yourself into, but the werewolf growled and tried frabbing onto you, resulting in scratching across your back with his claws, blood immediatly sipping out onto your white tank top.

yelping, you fell back down and turned around, groaning and yelling from the pain. you were so full of adrenalin from the running, the pain wasnt as bad as it would be tomorrow morning-no, this probably couldnt be covered up by a quidditch accident-but still wasnt plesent.

you grabbed onto your thigh and stsrted scrammbling your wand out of the hoslter, but just as you got it out and pointed it forward, the werewolf grabbed onto your throat, picking you up from the ground, causing the wand to fall from your hand.

he lifts you up, his palm around your throat, tightly, you immediatly flung your hands to his wrist, tugging and clawing at him, but you would have to be some kind of god to be able to remove his grip. certinly, you, a highschool student, couldnt remove the grip of the great werewolf infront of you.

he growled, looking you up and down repitadly as you thrushed in his hand, kicking and punching his arm to no avail. "please... professor please..." you cried, your voice horase.

"please, its me, {Y/N}... its me remus... please!" you cried, words barely left your strangled throat as you kept trying to kick him or get him off of you. the beast didnt budge, instead, grabbed tighter onto your throat, his claws entering your skin.

"oh my gahh--" your legs gave away and your nails went into his wrist as you cried, tears slipping from your eyes, your back stang and you could feel the blood dripping down your back.

your eyes welled up with tears and you felt your body going numb, the fingers gripping his wrist started losing there strength.

is this how it all ends? in the hands of your professor while he doesnt know hes doing it? in the hands of your boyfriend while he doesnt know youre you? well, at least its remus murdering you and not some random creep. its very intimate.

you closed your eyes as you shook in his hands, praying to someone who might just come and save you, anyone at this point, but youre not a very religious type of person so... maybe god is just letting it be. (sorry if youre a believer, its just what i think god thinks of me :))