Remus Lupin

Remus wasn't a fan of flowers—he liked them, but because of his good sense of smell (lycanthropy had managed to ruin his life even in such a small way), all smells were intensified several times, so that even the delicate scent of jasmine unpleasantly cut into his nose, making him wince.

But Remus was also famous for the patience he showed towards those dear to him.
For him, friends aren't just a word. They're first and foremost people who have accepted him for who he is—a monster capable of tearing them apart in seconds if they meet in the Forbidden Forest during a full moon.

What can we even say about his lovers, Y/N, who not only befriended him, but also fell in love with him . They loved him for who he was, accepted him, forgave him for all his quirks, supported his hobbies, like reading the entire school library in a weekend. And the list seemed endless. Remus could sense when people were lying (the only benefit of his lycanthropy, even if it was sometimes a hindrance. No one likes being disappointed in people).
For the sake of them, his beloveds, Remus was ready to endure even the smell of orbea.

"No, no. It's fine. I'll accept any flower from you, even if it's a phalaenopsis bulbophyllum. Ha-ha," Remus laughed nervously as Y/n tucked a daisy behind his ear.
Sitting on the shore of Black Lake next to my beloved and munching on chocolate. What could be better? This must be the paradise my mother always talked about.