Ack... So Uhm I Suddenly Had Bell's Palsy... I Know That Facial Thing Where It Just Goes Down Aha...

Ack... So uhm I suddenly had Bell's Palsy... I know that facial thing where it just goes down aha... And my usual smile being gone is just a wreck for me :"3... Used to smile a lot, now I just do this awkward :] cuz... My face drooping and all...

Ah request... Maybe a Bell's Palsy reader to gain me self some confidence? With Remus please... I mean Sirius is ok too but I think I'll connect better with Remus because he can relate with his face scar (if it makes you feel better why I said that... I have this long scar on my forehead too... Heh... Yeah)

It's alright if you won't as well. Bell's Palsy is a tricky one :"3

Thank you so much for this, and I really hope it improves soon.

Pairings: Remus Lupin x reader Summary: After being diagnosed with Bell's Palsy, Remus attempts to make you feel better. Warnings: Self-worth issues

You sit on the edge of your bed, your gaze drawn to the small mirror on your dresser. Your fingers trace the line of your jaw, stopping at the corner of your mouth where your smile used to be. Now it's a half-formed thing, one side of your face refusing to respond while the other moves with ease.

It's called Bell's Palsy, the healer had said, assuring you that it was temporary. But each day feels longer than the last as you wait for the normalcy that once was. You swallow hard, forcing down the lump that threatens to choke you, and try again. "Smile," you whisper to your reflection, but your lips barely twitch.

The sound of movement downstairs distracts you for a moment. Remus is there, probably preparing a cup of tea like he always does when he knows something is wrong. You can almost hear the soft clink of china against the kitchen counter, the low whistle of the kettle reaching a boil. It's comforting in its familiarity, yet it only serves to remind you of how different you are now.

Your fingers leave your face, dropping into your lap as you continue to stare at the mirror. The girl who looks back at you is a stranger, her features twisted into an expression you don't recognise. You want to reach out, to shake her until she wakes up from this nightmare, but you know it won't change anything.

Silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the distant sounds of the castle settling into night. You're so lost in thought that you don't even hear him enter. It's the faint knock at the door, the soft call of your name that finally draws your attention away from the window and back to the room.

"May I come in?" Remus's voice is gentle, almost hesitant.

For a moment, you don't respond, still caught in the web of your thoughts. But the door creaks open just slightly, revealing Remus standing there with a steaming mug in his hands. He doesn't wait for your answer, but steps inside, closing the distance between you with quiet certainty.

His eyes, always so full of understanding, take in your form huddled on the bed. They flicker with concern, tracing over the lines of fatigue etched onto your face. But he doesn't speak immediately, choosing instead to set the mug down on the bedside table and seat himself next to you. The silence stretches out, a comfortable blanket wrapping around the both of you.

"Still me," you whisper, voice barely there as you force the words past the tightness in your throat. "But it doesn't feel like me."

Remus only nods, his gaze never leaving your face. He waits, patient and understanding, for you to find the strength to continue.

"I can't even smile right anymore," you add, a hint of bitterness seeping into your tone. "How am I supposed to feel like myself when I look like this?"

Instead of answering, Remus reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek—the one that no longer lifts with the curve of a smile. His touch is feather-light, yet it anchors you, drawing a shuddering breath from your lungs. You lean into him, seeking the warmth that radiates from his skin.

"You're still you," he murmurs, a note of conviction underlining his soft-spoken words. "This doesn't change that."

Your head shakes almost imperceptibly, a denial born more from feeling than thought. "But it feels like it has. I look... different."

A pause lingers between you, filled only with the quiet crackle of the dying fire and the distant murmur of the castle settling into night. Then Remus's hand drops away, leaving a cool absence where warmth once reassured. His gaze turns inward, brows furrowing as though wrestling with memories reluctant to surface.

"You know," he begins, his voice a hushed confession in the dimly lit room, "I've felt that way before."

You blink up at him, confusion momentarily displacing your despair. The lines of his face, usually so open and readable, seem etched with a new depth of understanding, one carved from personal torment rather than empathy alone. Slowly, his fingers rise to trace the jagged scar marring his cheek, a rough-hewn testament to a transformation far more brutal than the one you now face.

"After I received this..." His touch lingers on the twisted skin, a silent acknowledgment of past pains. "I believed the same—that I no longer resembled myself. That I was... marred."

His words cause a sympathetic twinge in your chest, and without thinking, you place your hand over his on the scar. Remus's fingers twitch beneath yours, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he smiles—a small, sad thing that speaks of shared understanding rather than mirth.

"I know what it's like to see something in the mirror that feels alien," he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. "But I learned something important. What truly matters, what defines us, isn't our faces. Not really."

Tears well up unbidden, spilling over onto your cheeks, but there's a warmth spreading through your chest that wasn't there before. Remus leans in, his forehead coming to rest against yours. His breath is warm, his presence grounding, and for a moment, the world outside falls away.

"I see you," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, as though the words are a secret meant only for you. "And I love every part of you, whether you can smile or not."

His declaration should be impossible to believe, yet something in his tone, in the sincerity of his gaze, compels you to trust him. And for the first time since this nightmare began, you let yourself accept the truth in his words. It's not about the way your smile may have changed or how your face feels different under your own touch—it's about being seen, truly seen, by someone who cares.

You attempt a small smile then, lopsided and unsure, but Remus's eyes light up as if you've just presented him with the sun. It's a small victory, one that doesn't erase the pain nor the uncertainty, but it's a start—a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

"See?" His voice is soft, the gentlest caress. "Still perfect."

Your heartbeat quickens as he leans in, his lips hovering just above yours. You want to respond, to meet him halfway, but your face doesn't cooperate quite the way you'd like. Remus doesn't rush you, though. He lingers there, giving you time to adjust, his breath warm against your skin.

With a small push of your will, you manage to close the distance. It's different—more difficult, awkward and not perfectly aligned—but it's soft and slow, filled with love. His lips meet yours in a way that's gentle, accommodating the quirks of this new reality. Despite the challenges, the kiss feels perfect in its own way. When you pull back, Remus's smile is the brightest thing you've seen in days.

"I love you," he whispers, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek once more. "Just as you are."

And for the first time since everything changed, you believe him.

**dies happy

YES I LIKED THE SHIT XD NOW I REBLOG AND COMMENT XD

Could I request anything fluffy with Severus Snape x reader?

(Man, I love Alan Rickman… c:)

Y/n sighs as she looks at the snow falling outside. Her eyes fell on the stack of papers that were right in front of her. It took everything in her not to doze off on the desk. Just as she was about to take another paper out of the stack there was a knock on the door. She frowns yet she gets up to open the door as the person behind continuously knocks "Easy easy be right there".

She opens the door and instantly there is a smile on her lips "If it isn't my favourite man" Severus quirks his brow and clears his throat "I am here to... invite you to watch the snow fall"

Y/n smirks "You want to watch the snowfall? Since when?" Severus sighs and grumbles "Are you coming or not"?

She takes her coat off the coat hanger "I am coming don't get your knickers in a twist", she yelps as Severus pinches her waist "Don't talk to me like that woman". Y/n scoffs and pinches him back "Don't pinch me like that". His hand moved to pinch her again but she slapped his hand away "Stop it", her heart fluttered when she heard him chuckle, that one singular sound made her weak.

Severus held her hand and gently tugged her out of the castle. Y/n couldn't help but giggle at how eager Severus was to see the snowfall. As soon as they stepped out Severus' eyes fell on her watching the snow fall on her hair and nose.

Y/n was too focused on enjoying the snowfall to notice Severus getting down on one knee. He cleared his throat and she felt her heart rate increase. Is this really happening?

"Y/n L/n, you have become the light in my life, the reason why I want to wake up the next morning and even though when I first met you I could barely tolerate your existence, now I can't imagine living a life without you. And I know I have not made it easier for you to tolerate me yet you do...so would you please spend the rest of my life, because I do not know what I would do without you, my love"

A soft sob leaves Y/n's lips "Yes...yes". She hugs him tightly, sighing softly as she felt his arms around her waist.

"Why are you crying"? Y/n chuckled at Severus' question "these are happy tears my love. I can't wait to spend my life with you". A shiver ran down her spine when she felt his cold nose on her neck.

Their private moment was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Severus grumbled as he pulls away from the hug looking at the source of the sound. Dumbledore stood there with his arms behind his back. "I believe congratulations are in order."

Severus sneered at the Headmaster "what are you doing here"? Dumbledore chuckles lightly "You know Severus, I am everywhere and I was walking around and spotted you two I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."

"Stop being everywhere" Snape grumbled as his arm tightened around Y/n's waist. She placed her palm on his chest and speaks sternly "Severus"

Dumbledore's smile widens "this is great news we need a party-"

Before Dumbledore could even finish his sentence Severus waved his wand and vanished along with Y/n into thin air. The headmaster couldn't help but laugh before walking away towards the Hogwarts castle.

A/N: Sorry for the delay I just finished my dissertation. If you like this shit REBLOG AND COMMENT

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