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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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You always get what you want part 3

Part one

Part two

Part four

The next part will be the fourth and last of the series, with Wolfstar x James x Reader ;) (i‘m ashamed to publish it, it‘s literal porn jfc)

Warning: 18+

Pairing: Wolfstar only

Enjoy besties

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“What if he doesn’t like me like that?”, Sirius whined, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

You gave him a look, voice flat. “Sirius, he sucked you off.”

Sirius ignored you and kept rambling.

“What if it was just a thing between mates? Like a peace offering, because he fucked you and felt bad so he sucked me off?”

You groaned and fell back on your matress, bored of Sirius’ constant worrying.

Sirius was convinced that Remus didn’t actually want to fuck him and just did it so he could fuck you again. And you were sick of it. Everybody could see that Remus was mental about Sirius. You needed to put an end to this madness and hook your boyfriend up with his best mate. The thought made you laugh slightly and you turned on your belly, looking at Sirius with a calm expression.

“Do you trust me love?”

“‘Course I trust you!”

“Then I want you to calm down and not worry your pretty head, okay? I got it from here.”

Sirius leaned forward to pull you on his chest, grey eyes looking into yours questioningly, “You really don’t mind me being with Moony? I won’t do it if it makes you uncomfortable.” His tone was earnest, saying everything with complete honesty.

“Sirius, darling, I want you to do whatever makes you happy, okay? I love you. Besides I fucked him first, so you’re getting sloppy seconds.”

“Fuck you!”, his giggled between the soft pecks you kept pressing on his lips, “I love you too..”

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“Remmy, wait up!”, you jogged in his direction, grabbing his shoulder from behind.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Uh, we need to talk. It’s about Sirius..”

He shot you an alarmed look. “What happend? Is he hurt? Did some-”

“Calm down, he’s fine! Can we talk in your room?”

“Okay, yeah, let’s go..”

Shutting the door behind you, both of you sat down and you looked at Remus, amusement glinting in your eyes.

“Sooo...You fancy my boyfriend, right?”

Remus chocked on his spit, cheeks blushing as he looked at his hands.

“Why did you have to say boyfriend, now I sound like a complete prat..”

You giggled taking his hand in yours, resting them on your lap. You gave a qentle squeeze, willing him to look at you. His gaze was open and vulnerable, begging you not to judge him. Your eyes softend as you understood just how much he liked Sirius, but was scared about ruining your friendship.

“Remus, I’m gonna tell you what I told Sirius this morning. I see how much you like each other and I want you to be happy. I’m not mad and I’m not jealous.”

“Look, I’m really sorry, I never wanted to get between you, but he’s just so..so..”

“Beautiful, brilliant, kind, hot...”, your said, tone light.

“Yeah, he’s just so Sirius..you know? I don’t know how it happend. Merlin I’m sitting here gushing about your boyfriend..”, he let out, voice tight. “I’m sorry.”

“I swear on my dead hamsters grave..”, he let out a shocked laugh, making you giggle as you kept promising, “..that I want this for the both of you as well.”

He was grinning now, the confident Remus that you knew finally making his way back to the surface.

“You promise?”

“Yes! I promise.”

He let out a breath, shoulders slumping with relief. “Thank you darling, you don’t know how much this means to me. Is there anything, and I mean anything, that I can do for you?”

“Please just fuck him good, he’s been talking about your cock for days now. Do you know how pissed he was that he fell asleep before he could touch you?”

“Oh is he now? Don’t worry, I’ll fuck him good.”

You smiled devilishly, “You promise?”

“Fuck, yes I promise”, Remus chuckled.

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Remus acted as if nothing happend and wouldn’t react to Sirius’ nervous glances. Secretly he was enjoying his squirming, pleased that he had such an effect on his crush. Sirius was trying to get Remus’ attention, by being extra loud and annoying. He was mocking his brother Regulus more than usually, levitating food with James’ help to annoy Lily, kissing you with garlic breath to make you laugh or flirted with Professor McGonagall. You had warned Remus about this, said that Sirius would do absolutely anything to get a rise out of him, so he would be able to find out if Remus fancied him or not. You kept your mouth shut firmly, telling Sirius that it’s a matter between mates, you had to hold back your laughter so hard, and that you wouldn’t mingle in their business.

So here he was, making a fool of himself to get his Moonys reaction. Anything for his Moony, right?

Remus knew that Sirius was shameless and an absolute brat at times, which is why he chose to sit still and enjoy his food, not once looking into Sirius’ pretty, desperate eyes.

“James”, you started, glancing furtively at Sirius, “me and the girls want to organize a surprise party for Professor McGonagall and we need your help as headboy. It’ll take a few hours, but you’ll help right?” Lily was looking up as well now and James immediately sat upright in his seat, clearing his throat. “For Minnie? ‘Course I’ll help!” Everybody knew that he wanted to because it was headboy duties, which meant headgirl duties as well, which meant Lily and that meant alone-time with Lily. You gave a satisfied smile as Remus looked at you from under his lashes, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Remus, I want you and Sirius to buy the things I gave you a list about, okay? Take your time, I know it’s a lot.”

“Sure thing, we got it. Right Padfoot?”

Sirius perked up as well, nodding his head so fast, you feared he’ll get a concussion. Finally, Remus had paid him attention.

“Yes! Yes, Moony and I will buy only the best for our Minnie!”

You grinned and gave him a kiss, as Remus looked down again, smirking in amusement.

“Great!”

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“Moony, come on, you never take this long. We need to get going, the list isn’t getting any shorter.”, Sirius moaned.

The hall was empty now, only the two boys left, because Remus was taking his sweet time eating everything on the table.

“Sirius”, Remus drawled, looking at the boy from under his lashes, “we don’t have to buy anything..”

Sirius tilted his head to the side, confused. “What? But you said it yourself!”

“Your girlfriend said that you wanted me to fuck you?” Remus was leaning back in his chair now, legs spread dominantly taking up space, sweater rolled up his forearms, exposing muscular and scarred skin. His gaze was intense, pinning Sirius, a slight, mocking smile on his lips.

Sirius gaped at him, rendered speechless for the first time in his life.

“If I had know that you are so desperate to have me, I would have touched you ages ago. Fucked you senseless, while you had to keep your pretty mouth shut, so no one would hear. Made you cum, over and over again. Made you suck me off like a good puppy.”

Remus kept eye-contact, relishing in the way he made Sirius blush. Sirius, actually blushed!

“Moony...” His voice was raspy, a needy whine in his tone.

Remus stood up and Sirius couldn‘t take his eyes off of him. If Remus would tell him to strip right here in the great hall, he would. But Remus isn‘t that evil. Least no yet.

„I have a gift for you in our dorm, c‘mon puppy“, Sirius melted at the pet name and took Remus‘ outstretched hand.

„Is that gift your cock?“, Sirius crooned, playing with Remus’ fingers.

Remus snorted, „M’gonna let you be a brat. Fuck it out of you later.“

Sirius blushed, again!

Remus pushed open the door and gestured to Sirius‘ bed, telling him to open his present. It was an early birthday gift, something he could only give him in private without it being suspicious.

Sirius went over and took a look at the simple black box, opening it. Inside was a thin, elegant gold chain with a small round pendant. His intitials engraved in the front, in beautiful cursive handwriting. S.O.B.

Sirius‘ breath hitched as he took the collar out, turning around to glance at Remus who was watching him, small smile on his lips.

„Moony“, Sirius said, voice barley above a whisper, „this is the most beautiful gift I‘ve ever recieved.“

Remus‘ smile got wider at that comment and he took the collar, putting it around Sirius‘ delicate neck.

Remus leaned down, lips brushing against his ear as he spoke, voice deep and thick with arousal, „I‘m the only one who can take it off. It‘s charmed. And everytime I touch the pendant on the backside, the initials change to my name, when you touch it they turn back into yours.“ To prove it, he flipped the pendant over to place his thumb on the back, and Sirius watched as the initials changed into R.J.L.

Sirius was speechless, looking at his pendant in the mirror. He swirled around, hooking his arms around Remus‘ neck, pushing himself up on his toes to kiss the boy. Remus chuckled, „I take it you like your gift?“

„Like?! I fucking love it, Merlin, Moony...“, he gasped, „Please touch it again, want your name on me.“

Remus groaned as he touched the pendant again, digging his hands under Sirius‘ thighs and lifting him against the mirror.

Remus pulled back slightly to take Sirius‘ hair out of its bun and tangled his hand in the soft, black hair. Sirius groand impatiently as Remus slowly lowered him on the bed.

„Fuck, Moony please, just touch me already.“

„Patience, puppy..“, Remus trailed of, „You‘ve waited for so long, surely you can wait a few more minutes.“

Sirius whined pressing his hips up against Remus‘, but Remus gripped them tight and pressed him down, giving him a strict glare.

„Sirius...“, his tone hard, „don‘t be greedy now, puppy. You want to cum, don‘t you? Want me to touch you?“

„M‘sorry, I‘ll be good promise, just wanna see you Moony..“, Sirius said softly, a longing expression on his face. Fuck, he had waited so long for this.

Remus softend, leaning down to kiss his neck, breathing in Sirius‘ scent. He took the smaller boys wrists and pressed his lips there, nipping at the thin skin, leaving small bruises. Sirius sat up slightly, taking his shirt off as Remus lightly scratched his nails on his sides.

„Mmm, puppy look at you. Your skin is so pure I just wanna ruin it...“, Remus growled against his stomach, teeth brusing the skin.

„Fuck, Remus, more!“

Remus took in a sharp breath, eyes lifting to look at Sirius needily.

„Say that again. Say my name again.“

Sirius grinned, tugging Remus up by his hair and moaned against his lips. „Remus, Remus, Remus...“, his voice cut off, when Remus whined and kissed him hard. No longer was their pace slow and passionate, but hard and rushes.

„Sirius, if we do this now, I won‘t be able to hold back..“, Remus gasped against Sirius mouth, „so if you, fuck, if you want to stop, say it now!“

Remus felt the familiar push of his wolf in his body and pulled back, hands fisting the bedsheet next to Sirius head.

„Remus...“

Thats all Sirius needed to say before, Remus lost control, ripping his pants of, speading his legs.

„Look at your pretty cock, baby, so desperate for me, hm? You filthy puppy...“

Sirius writhed on the bed, careful to not move his hips. Remus noticed and gave him a cocky smirk.

„Learning are you. Good boy, you are Moonys good boy, aren‘t you?“

„Yes, Remus, m‘your good boy.“

Sirius shivered and bucked his hips up, Remus’ voice making him whine loudly. He was impossibly hard, cock steadily leaking precum over his flat stomach. He was so deeply engrossed in his pleasure, that he didn’t see Remus bending over his cock again. Remus blew hot air over the tip, making Sirius let out a strangled yell. Remus kept pressing him down and pressed soft kisses all over his cock, softly suckling at the cherry red tip.

"Remus, plea-", he interrupted his own words with a cry, because Remus had suddenly taken him all the way down to his base, sucking and pushing his tongue to the vein on the underside.

Sirius couldn‘t talk, the only thing escaping his lips were breathy whimpers and he spread his legs wider. Remus licked at his heavy balls and Sirius sobbed with pleasure.

"Yesyesyes, Moony, Remus, please!" Sirius was tembling so hard, Remus had to adjust his position, and sucked harder, swallowing his cock. The wet heat of Remus mouth made Sirius want to cum so bad.

„Gonna cum, ah please ah fu-", Remus lifted his face slightly, mouth full of cock and fucking winked at Sirius. That did it for the smaller boy and he came, shouting Remus‘ name, his nails leaving little crescents on Remus’ shoulders. Remus' mouth continued licking his cock lewdly, eyes on Sirius, before finally realising him with a pop.

Sirius looked so fucked out and Remus admired him for a moment, watching the golden necklace glint in the dim light.

Remus leaned up, murmuring against his boyfriends lips. „So beautiful when you cum, Pads. My beautiful boy, hm?“

Sirius smiled blissfully, looking at Remus through hooded eyes and repeated, „Your boy?“

Remus grinned at him, all sharp teeth and red cheeks, „Your collar says so, sweetheart.“

Sirius giggled, kissing Remus.

“On you knees, Sirius.”

Sirius instantly got on his knees, back arching gracefully and Remus spread his legs further.

“Look at your pretty hole, baby, So pink and tight. Tell me what you want.”

Sirius pushed his ass back, pleadingly. “Remus please, I want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your cock, please.” Merlin, Remus was talking absolute filth.

Remus groaned, biting at the skin on Sirius’ ass and inner thighs, leaving teeth marks all over his skin. Spreading his ass he spit on his tight hole, middle finger gently rubbing against the taunt muscle and pushing inside. Remus had to squeeze his cock in his fist, holding himself back from cumming, but god, Sirius was beautiful like this.

„Look at your greedy hole, baby, taking me in so well. Why are you crying, s‘not enough? Want something bigger?“

Sirius, pushed back greedly, „Want your cock, Rem, please..“

Remus added two more fingers, stretching Sirius‘ hole as he kissed his inner thighs softly. „My good little baby, hm? Hungry for my cock, Pads? Don‘t worry I‘ll give you my cock, nice and deep. M‘gonna fill you up with my cum..“

Sirius was in heaven, ready to cum from Remus‘ voice alone, fuck he could cum all day from listening to his lover.

Remus took his fingers out, stretching his palm towards Sirius. „Spit, baby.“

Sirius spit in his palm and Remus used it to lubricate his cock, before he slowly pushed into Sirius‘ tight, hot hole.

Sirius moaned, a high pitched sound, and had to anchor himself to the bad so he wouldn‘t fall on his face. Remus wasn‘t gentle, he‘d waited plenty already and kept thrusting, nails raking down Sirius back to leave his marks. Seeing Sirius covered with his bites and scratched made him even hornier and he fucked him harder, throwing his head back as he growled.

„Rem- ah fuck Rem, m‘gonna cum, ah again!“

„Yeah?“, Remus choked out breathlessly, „I don‘t think so. Hold it, slut.“

Sirius cried out, fisting the sheets tighter in his hands, his hole clenching and Remus whimpered out a „Sirius fuck!“

Reaching down Remus wrapped his hand around Sirius‘ silky hair, pulling him up against his chest and fucked him with everything he had. He was fucking and moaning and scratching all over his body, his hand on Sirius‘ cock.

„Sirius, m‘close fuck cum for me baby, go ahead, there we go..“

Sirius came with a shout, his cum all over Remus‘ hand and Remus thrust up one last time, before he came inside of Sirius.

Sirius couldn‘t talk let alone breathe and he fell back against Remus‘ chest, boneless and dizzy.

„M‘so full, Moony so full...“, he whimpered.

„Shh, I know puppy, you did so well. Moonys good little boy, hm?“

Sirius tilted his head back and Remus smeared his lips against flushed cheeks, continuously praising his boyfriend.

„Wanna try something, baby, get on you knees for me again.“

Sirius obeyed without hesitation and gasped when he felt something cold press against his hole. A plug.

„You darling little girlfriend let me borrow her plug..“, Remus said, smirking at Sirius‘ needy expression, „told me to use it on you.“

Sirius let out a moan when the toy was completely pushed inside and gave Remus a dirty smile.

„Remind me to fuck her good later, she deserves it.“

Remus grinned and kissed the bites along Sirius spine, making out softly, before they finally fell asleep, utterly fucked out.

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sirius-black-killed-god · 3 years

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Can we get a small sneak-peak of what's to come in TBWKG? I know you mentioned you were busy, so no worries if you can't share anything at the moment! <3

Yeah, why not. Here’s part of the first scene. My goal is to have the whole chapter up in the next two weeks. :)

The Boy Who Killed God: A Certain Number of Regrets

JANUARY 3, 1972

Remus looked slightly less green when he helped Madam Pomfrey change Sirius’s bandages the next morning.

It was funny, really. Sirius had seen Remus nearly torn to ribbons himself, but Remus seemed incredibly squeamish around Sirius’s injuries; so much so, in fact, that Sirius would have teased him relentlessly for it, had he not been gritting his teeth and cursing his way through the various Aguamenti’s and levitation spells.

Merlin, he thought, when Remus finally let out a relieved sigh and Madam Pomfrey finally retreated to her office. Malfoy really did a number on me.

Really, it wasn’t the equal-and-opposite sort of retribution that was generally expected of these sort of pure-blood grudge matches. Sirius had aimed his curse at Malfoy’s face. It had been severe enough to scar, yes, but the scar was no longer than the palm of Sirius’s hand. And he’d struck Malfoy on the side of his face, eyebrow to chin, an area that could easily be covered by Malfoy’s stupid white-blonde hair.

Malfoy had…

Well, Malfoy had nearly carved Sirius in two, hadn’t he? There was an X etched into Sirius’s chest, from collarbone to hip.

No one could reasonably say that that had been a proportional response.

No one had decried this grave injustice and breach of pureblood traditions, either.

Sirius hadn’t been lying, when he’d told Remus he remembered almost nothing after Christmas day. He knew he must have woken up at some point, because when his father had barged into his room yesterday morning—furious at what he’d deigned to perceive as laziness on the part of his eldest son and heir—Sirius had reached for the inkwells Alphard had given him.

They’d been empty.

All of them.

Which either meant Sirius had, in his delirious fever-dream, somehow managed to choke them down in the days he’d lost, or…

Or, someone had dumped them out.

Utilising his impeccable deductive reasoning skills, Sirius figured it was the latter. His chest certainly didn’t look like anyone had applied dittany before Madam Pomfrey got her hands on him.

At half past eight, a house-elf popped in, bearing two steaming trays of food. Sirius’s mouth watered on sight, and, with a little strategic manoeuvring so as to avoid re-opening his scars, Sirius managed to sit up. Remus muttered a, “Thanks, Speckles,” as the house-elf set the trays on the pillow-wall between them, then disapparated.

They ate in relative silence. Sirius studiously sipped on his piping hot broth—this time containing small bits of beef—as Remus devoured his bacon and eggs. As he finished his soup, and sparing a glance to make sure Madam Pomfrey wasn’t watching, Sirius snatched the last piece of bacon from Remus’s fingers and more or less swallowed it whole.

Remus glared at him, but then sighed. He stood, slid out of bed, and placed the empty trays on the cabinet, before stretching his arms over his head. His neck and shoulders popped, and Sirius tried not to cringe at the sound.

“How are you feeling?” Remus asked, through a mostly-stifled yawn, and really, Remus looked terrible. His curly hair stuck out in every direction imaginable. His eyes were red-rimmed and opened way too wide in an apparent attempt to fight off exhaustion. His uniform was rumpled and untucked, but that wasn’t all surprising given he’d slept in it. The scar across the bridge of his nose was a darker shade of pink, starkly contrasted against Remus’s pale skin and freckles, almost as if—

As if…

Sirius counted the scars. Then, he counted them again.

No. No.

There was no way those were new.

Remus had stayed at Hogwarts over the holidays. He couldn’t possibly—

“Sirius?”

“Hm? Yeah, sorry. I’m fine.”

Remus frowned and raised a disbelieving eyebrow at him.

Sirius huffed. “Fine. I feel like shit, but considerably less shitty than yesterday. Not going to pass out any time soon, anyway. Hopefully. Most likely.”

Remus didn’t look particularly convinced.

Sirius pushed his luck anyway. “What are the chances of you helping me break out of here before Madam Pomfrey comes to check on me?”

“Not fucking likely.”

“But—“

“Sirius, you almost fucking died.”

“I did not!”

Piercing, half-golden eyes tracked down to Sirius’s chest, over the bandages, then back up to the tattoo, and—

“Fine! Fine!” Sirius crossed his arms over his chest, trying to block it from view. Slightly mortified, he felt himself flush red. He wasn’t used to anyone looking at his chest, his fucking tattoo, least of all Remus Lupin. It… It was unnerving. “Can you at least get me a shirt?”

He wasn’t exactly sure when he’d taken off his own shirt—the exact events of yesterday were more than a little hazy in his mind—but he was certainly tired of not wearing one. It brought unnecessary attention to things he’d rather keep secret.

Remus nodded, then gave him a small reassuring smile. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

Remus made his way to the opposite end of the hospital wing, crouched by a small, bedside cupboard, rooted a round for a minute, then made a vaguely triumphant noise as he pulled out not just a shirt, but a pair of soft, Muggle trousers as well.

“Here,” Remus said, handing over the clothes. “These should do.”

Sirius eyed the clothes, subconsciously wiggling a little in his own, now-ruined designer trousers. The waistband and front part of his trousers were crusted with quite a bit of dried blood, Dittany, and other unmentionable, yet equally disgusting bodily fluids he’d rather not think too hard about. The trousers were about as far from salvageable as humanly possible.

“Thanks.” Sirius took the proffered clothes and ever-so-slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed. He took a long moment just to breathe.

“Do… Do you need help?”

“No.” Sirius tried not to snap, but he still managed to answer far too quickly and with far too much conviction.

Remus clearly didn’t share any of his false bravado, but he turned his back all the same to allow Sirius the dignity of changing on his own.

Sirius shucked his trousers in one go—they were so caked with filth that they kept their shape, much to his disgust—but kept his pants. His silk pants were equally ruined, but Sirius Black had just enough pureblood formality beaten into him that he wasn’t about to go pantsless in borrowed trousers.

Said borrowed trousers were rather large on him—so much so that Sirius muttered a quick spell to cinch them at his waist. The trousers hung well past his feet, the knees were rather worn, and never had such pedestrian fabric been used to clothe a member of the Noble and Most Pretentious House of Black, but they were incredibly comfortable. Absently, Sirius found himself wondering as to where one might acquire a pair and just what the consequences might be if his mother found out he’d gone to a Muggle tailor.

Sirius shook his head and reached for the shirt. It was an equally worn button-up, with a patch on one elbow and ridiculously long sleeves, but it was made of thick, pliable material that smelled of… starlight and piping hot tea. Right beneath the collar—

No. That couldn’t be right.

Right beneath the collar, stitched ever so carefully, were the initials R.J.L.

“Remus, are these yours?” Sirius asked, before he could think too much of it.

Because if Remus had a spare set of clothes in the hospital wing, that might lead one to believe that not only had Remus been a recent resident of said hospital wing, but the injuries he’d hypothetically sustained had also been grave enough to either warrant a change of clothes or an extended stay in the hospital wing that would consequently necessitate a change of clothes, eventually. Which, really, could not be possible because Remus hadn’t gone home for the holidays, so there was no logical reason for Remus to have been in the hospital wing at all.

Right?

Except the back of Remus’s neck flushed red and Sirius felt his heart stop.

Because Remus had a new scar on his face that Sirius was now fairly certain hadn’t been there when Sirius left.

Oh, how he’d wanted to believe that it was nothing.

Nothing, as it turned out, hardly ever worked in his favour.

“Where’d you get that scar on your face, Remus?”

“Siri—“

“No!” Sirius had half a mind to throw the shirt at the back of Remus’s head.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Remus turned to face him, and Merlin, how had Sirius missed it? The scar across the bridge of Remus’s nose was a pale pink, not faded silver. New. Raw. Fresh.

The fight drained out of Sirius, as though he’d been punched in the throat.

“You were supposed to be safe, Re,” Sirius croaked.

“So were you.” Remus’s jaw tightened, but this time, he didn’t turn away. “Our monsters will always find us, Sirius.”

For a moment, Remus looked as though he wanted to say more, wanted to explain, anything. He opened and closed his mouth, his fingers fidgeting all over the place. Sirius waited.

And waited.

Then, suddenly, Remus froze. Every muscle in his body went rigid. Sirius watched, confused and mildly alarmed, as Remus tilted his head up and turned towards the—

The giant door to the hospital wing was open, just a crack. When and how that had happened without them noticing, Sirius couldn’t be sure.

Remus frowned and… sniffed? Whatever he was doing, it was beyond strange. Sirius watched Remus’s eyes dart around the room, seemingly unable to settle on anything in particular, always on the move, always searching for… something.

“Remus, what—“

Sirius heard the faint shuffle, the soft whisper of fabric, the slightly too-loud breathing.

Except there was no one there.

Readying himself for a fight with whatever ghost or shadowy figure that may or may not have infiltrated Hogwarts, Sirius tugged on Remus’s shirt as quickly as he dared without risking reopening his wounds. He shoved the ridiculously long sleeves up past his elbows, called his magic to the tips of his fingers, and took a defensive stance next to Remus.

Someone—something?—hissed out a faint curse. Then:

“Ow!”

“That’s my foot!”

“Potter, if that’s your fucking hand on my arse, so help me God, I will—“

Sirius and Remus exchanged a startled glance.

“Evans?” Sirius called, to the otherwise empty hospital wing.

“Shit.” That certainly sounded like James.

“Weren’t they s’posed to see us eventually?” Peter, maybe?

“Yes, but not until after we scared the shit out of them.”

“That doesn’t seem very nice.”

“It’s supposed to cheer them up. All they need is a good bit of mischief and—“

“Oh, for Christ’s sake!”

With a sudden whoosh of fabric, James, Lily, and Peter materialised out of nowhere, not five feet from them.

“What the fuck,” Remus deadpanned, at the exact same moment Sirius gasped, “Is that a fucking invisibility cloak?!”

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tyrusvibes · 5 years

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day 7: bandi (part 2)

“that’s when i realize what a true friend was. someone who would always love you—the imperfect you, the confused you, the wrong you — because that is what people are supposed to do.” -r.j.l.

here’s one of my favorite w/w platonic friendship <3

this friendship is such an underrated thing ever. i love how they support each other no matter what.

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beyscape · 6 years

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Crazy // R.J.L. (Part 1)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x OC

Summary: When Helena Palmerston returns to Hogwarts to complete her 7th and final year, she hopes for one thing: to graduate with success after an eventless year. How will her life change when a new professor comes to the castle and spins her whole world around?

Warnings: Swearing, teacher x student relationship, age gap of fifteen years depression and anxiety mentions throughout the story. (Will be updated as the chapters go!)

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I’m beyond excited for you to read this story that’s so close to my heart! Please remember to like and leave a comment and most importantly, enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Helena! If you don’t want to be late like last year, you have to get up!” Emma yelled from the kitchen. When she didn’t hear the shuffle of her daughter getting up and walking around, she sighed. She was too much like her dad, savoured sleep above anything. She made to the stairs, and slowly climbed up. Careful to open the teen witch’s door without any noise, she got in, only to see Helena sprawled on the bed, in a deep slumber. A mischievous smile appeared on the woman’s face, she grabbed her wand from her back pocket. She muttered a spell under her breath and water started to form out of her wand to soak the sleeping girl.

“What the- Merlin’s beard, I’m up! I’m up!” Helena said with a shriek. Her eyes were shut tightly and water was dripping from the ends of her hair as Emma stopped.

Helena slowly opened her eyes, not trusting her mother’s prankster side. She looked up and met her mother’s gaze, who was smiling sweetly as if nothing happened. The woman cast a quick drying spell, ignoring her daughter’s glare.

“Good morning darling, I was worried you’d be late but you seem all woken up to me. Your dad brought your trunk downstairs already, just get dressed and take the cage, will you? Breakfast will be ready in ten.” And with that her mother left, closing the white door behind her. Her mother was like that, from the stories she had heard the woman liked to cause her mischief even back when she was a student. With Emma gone, she was alone in her room with her owl, Aedion. He was a beautiful snow white owl, and has been with Helena since her first year. She got up and blew a kiss to her owl.

“Let’s do this one last time buddy.” She smiled when her owl cooed at her, seemingly answering the girl. Getting closer to her mirror, she stared at her reflection.

“What do I do in my sleep to get it this messy, I’ll never know.” She decided to stop wasting time, she definitely didn’t want her mother to come upstairs and continue what she started. She brushed her long brown hair,put on simple blue jeans and a white sweatshirt. As the september came, the weather started to get chilly, and having to go out early to catch the train didn’t help at all. Helena applied a little bit of makeup, looking at the mirror one last time she decided that she was decent enough. Since her dad already brought her trunk down, she only had to grab her wand and her owl’s cage. She grabbed her wand in her right hand, owl cage in her left one, and made her way down.

“Good morning sunshine.” Her dad’s voice was loud as always, Helena smiled at the nickname.

“Morning dad, mum.” She sat down at the kitchen table. Emma was pouring out orange juice as Tom, her dad, was magically turning over the pancakes.

“Where are the twins?” she asked, “I swear, mum, if you made me get up from my sweet sleep and they are still sleepi-“ she was interrupted when her siblings came into the view, seemingly in a not so pleasant conversation for her sister, judging by the way her face was twisted.

“Well, speak of the devils.” Tom said with a chuckle.

“Hey Hem, what got your wand in a knot?” her mum asked, not liking the annoyed look of her daughter.

“I was just telling Hemera how she has to stop hanging out with those loud prankster friends of hers and focus more on her school work, since you know, we have our O.W.L.s this year and all.” Answered her brother, Helios instead of his twin.

“Well you can do that but I’ll keep hanging out with my loud prankster friends, thank you very much.” Hemera replied, sticking her tongue to her twin as she sat down.

Emma sighed while Tom and Helena shared amused looks. They all sat around the round oak kitchen table, delicious food covering the table. Their parents had made all of their favourites, it was a small tradition for the September 1st mornings. The usual back to Hogwarts banter was going on when Helena heard her mother cough a little, driving her attention.

“So,” she began and Helena immediately knew what was coming after. “Are you ready for your last year at Hogwarts, Lena?” the twins weren’t listening them, too occupied in their own conversation but Tom was all interested in the one going on between his wife and oldest.

“Yeah, honestly, I’m more than ready for it to be over.” She was indeed, the six years she had spent there was great yet she was excited for the world waiting outside of the school.

“Have you decided what you want to do once you graduate?” and there it was, the question she was dreading. Her parents started asking about jobs and professions since she took her O.W.L.s and she was getting tired of it. She just didn’t know what she wanted to do, there were so many options and she thought she shouldn’t decide too fast since it was a huge decision to make. Her professors were also asking her about her options, but she just didn’t know what she wanted to do. She hoped she could make a decision. Fast.

“Not really, I probably will do something in the Ministry.” She said with a shrug, there were so many options in the Ministry and she was hoping this answer would calm her parents a little. Tom’s eyes shined at that. He wanted his daughter to work there, as he did.

“What department then? Have you thought about that?” he asked, eager. Way too eager. She simply huffed and didn’t answer, she was suddenly more interested in the conversation twins were having. The talk between them was about how Hemera wanted to prank one of the teachers, and Helios firmly telling her not to as giving her reasons why it was a stupid thing to do. Hemera was like that, she simply loved pranking (surely a trait she had inherited from her mother).

Her love for causing mischief was how she was best friends with the Hogwarts pranksters, Fred and George Weasley. Helios, on the other hand, was the calm and collected one. As everyone who met the twins could tell within the five minutes of meeting, Hemera was sorted into Gryffindor while her twin was a Ravenclaw.

Their family was weird like that, while most families were usually all getting sorted into one house, like the Malfoy family being all Slytherins and also like the Weasleys being all Gryffindors, The Palmerston family was not like that at all. They were much diverse, with one of the twins being a lion and the other one an eagle, their parents were also a quite interesting couple. Tom was a pureblood Slytherin, expected to marry another pureblood Slytherin and continue the family tradition, but everyone was shocked when he went on and refused that. He instead of that married the love of his life, a Hufflepuff year below him, Emma. A Hufflepuff and a Slytherin was not a usual couple, every wizard and witch who attended Hogwarts could tell you that, yet here they were. 20 and some more years of happily married. They had met back at school, when both Tom and Emma played the same Quidditch position for their house teams. The competition between them had sparked a love, and they had been together since. Helena loved how her parents had met and how they didn’t care what other thought, she wanted a love like that and hoped to find.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her mother say “Come on now kids, we have to get going or you will miss the train like those boys did last year!”

They all got up, dirty dishes clean and in place with a swish of Emma’s wand. They always took the car Ministry provided them to the train station, a car that was charmed so that they could fit three huge trunks, two fairly big owl cages, one large grumpy cat and a family of five. They made their way into the secret wizarding world, walked through the wall between stations 9 and 10 without getting the muggles around them too suspicious. Goodbyes were quick with the twins, as they gave little hugs to their parents and ran to meet up with their friends. Hemera hugged the twin redheads and Helios showed his friends his new prefect badge. Helena envied them, for she couldn’t just run off to her friends, maybe show them her new Head Girl badge, but nope, her mum was already close to tears.

“Ah my baby, going off on her last year! Honey, remember how small she was when we first brought her here? How the years passed!” Emma said, and there were the tears.

A few heads turned their way as the woman pulled her daughter into a tight hug. Helena rolled her eyes, but she knew if she stood there a little longer, she would cry too, and she couldn’t allow that. She had a reputation for Merlin’s sake!

She gave another tight hug to her still-sniffling mother and let her go, turning to her dad. Pulling the young witch into an embrace, Tom sighed. His wife was right, time surely did fly, and did it fast.

“Be good, alright? I love you, my ickle sunshine.” No matter what Helena couldn’t stop that single tear.

“When have I ever been bad, dad?” Tom gave her a look which made Helena laugh and leaned to kiss her forehead.

After Emma gave her one last hug and told her to write them, she was off. There was this pleasant kind of feeling of buzz taking over her, a voice in her was telling she was in for an eventful year. She made her way into the train, but did not bother to find her friends. She had missed them a great deal, but she couldn’t see them. Not yet. She knew they had found a compartment and were chatting away about their summer and as much as Helena wanted to catch up with them, she had her duties.

As the Head Girl along with the Weasley boy who was the Head Boy, they had to have the annual start of the year prefects meeting. The meeting was supposed to be held at the first compartment so she walked in that direction, catching some familiar faces. She had left her home for another year, yes but she also felt home here.

Hogwarts was a home to all of the students, in a way. The little sadness of knowing this was her last year was starting to get her. Helena knew she was ready for school to be over, but she couldn’t lie, she was going to miss it terribly. As she was lost in her thought she realised she had arrived to the first compartment, and was happy to see everyone was already there and waiting for her.

She gave her brother, who was the Ravenclaw prefect, a wink and started the meeting. They went over the classic rules, and their duties when the Hufflepuff girl held a hand up.

“Guys, is the train slowing or is it just me?” she asked, her face in a confused look. Helena felt it too, the train was definitely getting slower and slower, then it came to a halt.

“I’ll go check it out, okay?” she said and turned to Percy, “You stay with them.”

She didn’t wait for him to answer and walked out of the compartment. She made her way down the narrow corridor. The air in the train was getting colder with her each step, she hugged her robes around her tightly. Helena always trusted her instincts, and now they were telling her whatever the thing that made the train stop, it was also causing the air to get chiller. She couldn’t help but feel weary, also couldn’t shake the horrible feeling of despair trying to swallow her whole. She had started to guess what this was about, but it obviously couldn’t be. Those foul creatures had a place they belonged to, and they surely had no business here.

Some students that were brave enough were poking their heads out of compartments, wondering what was happening, what was causing the shift in the air. She felt the need to assure them, and Merlin forbid if she was right about this whole thing, she couldn’t have students wandering about.

“Everyone, go back to your compartments and stay there, okay? Nothing to worry about.”

She gave them all a tight smile and kept on going. She was getting closer, she knew it from the feeling she had in the pit of her stomach. She was getting closer to the cause of the horrible feelings she was having, closer to the thing that was making everyone on the train so uneasy, closer and closer to—she saw it then.

It was absolutely terrifying, so much more than what she was expecting, she barely surpassed the first instinct to scream. The things in front of her were as if skeletons had dirty, old black robes covering them, floating in the air. One was in the back, while the other had it’s long, bony fingers reaching into the compartment. She realised what was happening much to her horror, a student, possibly more than one, was in danger!

She couldn’t let that thing hurt a student, the witch grabbed her wand tighter, and was about to try the spell they had learned two years ago for the first time, for the sake of protecting the student that was about to get a kiss from the creature, she heard someone yell the words.

“Expecto Patronum!”

With the burst of light and energy that formed out of a wand, the Dementors were gone. Helena let out the breath she was holding, and calmed herself a little before she got closer to the compartment. When she did get closer, she saw Harry potter lying unconscious. His friends were already by his side, yelling his name, but that was not what got her attention.

There was a fourth person in the compartment, a man who seemed to be in his mid-thirties was standing right in the middle. From the wand he was holding she knew he was the one who had cast the spell. He was taking deep breaths, his hair messed up as if he had woken up from sleep. The man eyed her and saw her Head Girl badge, that caused him to make his way towards Helena. He stopped midway though, reached into his robes and handed a packet of what seemed to be chocolate, and gave it to Harry’s friend, telling her that chocolate would make him feel better.

“You must be wondering what’s going on, Head Girl, come.” The man said and went to the window, putting some distance between him and where Harry lay.

“I most certainly do.” was all Helena could say, she was still a little shaken up from what just happened in front of her eyes.

“I know they were Dementors, but aren’t they supposed to be guarding the Prison of Azkaban? What business could they possibly have in a school train filled with teens?” she asked, she had many more questions; most about who this man was and what was he doing here but, one at a time, she thought. He smiled a little when she told him she knew what they were, she seemed like a smart girl.

“You are right, Miss,” he stopped, “Palmerston” Helena said with a nod, wanting the man to continue.

“You are right Miss Palmerston, they were in fact Dementors. What business they had here, I’m afraid must stay between us, as I’m only telling you because you are the Head Girl.” She felt the tingling feeling of her pride swelling up.

“You must’ve heard about the prisoner who escaped, Sirius Black.”

Helena of course had heard about him, the man was all over the Daily Prophet. Taking her eyes widening as his cue to continue the man kept on.

“Well those two were looking for him, they want to find him as soon as possible and take him back to where he belongs. He is a very dangerous man.” There seemed to be some kind of shift in his eyes, Helena couldn’t place her finger on it.

“But, why would they look for him in a train filed with students?”

“They have their reasons.”

The man obviously knew something but he probably couldn’t tell her so she didn’t pester on.

“Okay, well, not to be rude but can you tell me who are you?” she really wondered who the man was, it was not usual for older wizards and witches to take the train along with the wizards.

“Ah, how rude of me, I’m Remus Lupin, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.”

Her eyes widened a little bit more, and she couldn’t help but feel excited.

“So we will finally have a professor that can actually teach us things? How great!” was her response, a small smile making its way up on her face. the corners of his lips also turned upwards at the sudden compliment.

“Well, it was nice to meet you Miss Palmerston, I have to go and talk to the conductor and I’m sure you also have your own duties as well.” She nodded, she had to make sure everyone was okay.

“I’ll see you at school, Professor.” She said with a nod and her smile pestered on her lips.

She turned around and started walking towards the students that were out of their compartments, all confused. As she reassured them things were fine and instructed the prefects to check on everyone, she couldn’t stop her thoughts from wandering to the man. There was something about him, but Helena didn’t know how to name the feeling. She felt warm just by thinking about him, but she pushed those thoughts far away, as she had a train full of confused and scared students, along with wondrous gazes of her fellow prefects and Head Boy.

She explained what Professor Lupin told her to Percy, he had a right to know. Once the students were all reassured nothing was wrong, she sighed and sat down in the empty compartment. She thought about going and finding her friends, but the dull headache that was forming from all the events of the day kept her down. ‘I damn well deserve a nap.’ Was all she thought before her mind drifted off into a sleep.

She woke up from a rather peaceful sleep ( as peaceful as it could be in a train full of children seeing their friends for the first time in a while) with the slowing movement of the train. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and straightening her robes, she had to good look, she was the Head Girl after all, she got off the train. Her owl and trunks were already being taken to her room, so she just made her way down the path and got onto one of the carriages. She groaned to herself when she saw who was coming towards the carriage she was in, but the person had already saw, it was too late to leave and get another carriage.

“If it isn’t our beautiful Helena, ah the Head Girl now I see. I am not surprised at all.” The boy gave her a smile, which he obviously thought was charming, but seemed more like he was having a bad stomach ache to Helena.

“Hello Kian.” Was all she said before turning her head away.

Kian was a Ravenclaw in her year, who, sadly had been in love with Helena since their 4th year. It was no secret, all school knew of his ‘little’ crush, but they all also knew she was nowhere interested in him as she always said no to his date offerings. He simply didn’t take no as an answer. He was not an ugly boy, in fact he was very handsome. Girls that had a crush on him throughout their years were not few at all, but he had rejected every single one of them, hoping Helena might give him a chance. Helena knew to trust her instincts, one of the many things her dad advised, and her instincts told her to stay away from Kian. Something about him always felt wrong, felt like something was missing behind those blue eyes of him. So she kept her distance, kept her had high and acted like he was not there. The carriage shook slowly, informing Helena someone also got on.

“Oh hi, Kian.” She knew that voice, and of course she was here, she was following Kian around like a lost puppy.

“Madeline.” Was all Kian said with a nod of acknowledgment, his eyes still fixed on Helena.

Madeline sat next to Helena with a huff. She obviously knew how Kian was too captivated by the witch sitting next to her. Helena had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, she hoped they would get together and leave her alone, she had more important things to care about than some stupid school crush.

As the carriage moved towards the grand castle, Helena tuned off from the sad attempts of Madeline trying to talk to the boy sitting across her. Looking at the castle standing proudly in the distance, the feeling of nostalgia surrounded her. Even though she was beyond ready for the world outside, she couldn’t lie, she was gonna miss her second home. Hogwarts had been her home, it had many important moments to remember, held an endless amount of memories, all dear to her heart.

Her mind was drifting through memories, from her first day to when she fell of a broom and had to spend four days with Madam Pomfrey in her second year, to when she had her first kiss up at the owlery, a sad smile on her lips.

As she was lost in the sea of memories, she felt the carriage come to a stop. Before Kian could have another chance to speak to her, she jumped off, walking the path towards the great entrance. She instantly felt warmer as she entered the castle. It was filled with chatter and laughter, voices of the students getting louder as she got closer to the main hall, every student excited to be back, to see their friends again.

She had this buzzing feeling in the pit of her stomach that was growing by each step. This year was going to be different, she could feel it. She entered through the grand doors opening to the Great Hall, many candles were lit, floating up at the sky-like ceiling. Four long tables were filling with students from years second to seventh.

Looking around, she caught the eyes of her best friend, and with a confident smile plastered on her lips, she walked towards the table of her house, the table of the cunning folk, the table of the Slytherins.

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montpahrnah · 5 years

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this is my most shameful 1 but like: r/s making of slint spiderland au (hope you're doing ok too eve

oh my god. anon… this is such a perfect niche AU. thank you for asking for it! this is based on breadcrumb trail, the slint documentary, though it’s been a few years since i saw it:

sirius, james, peter, remus all meet at an experimental school in louisville, kentucky. s/j/p are all from good, wealthy families on the east side. remus is from a poor family on the south side and only got in because the principal owed his dad a favor. james and sirius are obviously inseparable and do everything together; they start a band with peter, and though they’re young they’re still a little bit notorious in louisville’s thriving hardcore scene. r is at a lot of shows, not to see them necessarily, but s has heard he plays guitar and wants to approach him. r is always alone and always looks kind of intimidating/has a habit of picking his fingernails with a pocket knife, but he agrees to join their band when s asks (s very boldly makes eye contact twice)

for a long time they’re just obnoxious teenage boys having fun being obnoxious teenage boys, but they get more serious with time. j and s seem to communicate telepathically and sometimes leave r and p in the dark; r especially is jealous of this but tries not to let on. they record their first album while they’re still in high school in james’s parents’ basement and release it through a friend in the scene who basically funds the entire thing. they play their first real shows at j’s parents’ church and the vfw to scandalized middle-aged folks who were expecting an eagles cover band or something. the album is overproduced, which j and p don’t mind but r and s hate–r actually hates it so much he threatens to quit, but they embark on a short tour during which they drive around in a miserable broken-down van and play to small, mystified crowds and generally have a good time.

things start to change: j starts dating lily, causing some friction (mostly between j and s, let’s be real), j/s/p plan to go to lexington for college, their approach to songwriting becomes more abstract. r and s start spending more time together their last year of high school. s drives r home from practice every night along the narrow winding road to his house and they sometimes share ideas/talk about things they don’t with the others. around this time some of r’s mysterious Problems resurface and s is concerned but also inappropriately fascinated. one night they take a spontaneous trip out of the city and end up having sex in the back of s’s truck; it’s a thing for the rest of the year until s leaves for college

distance complicates things a lot, but they also slow down as a band and let their ideas develop more than they ever have before. s starts seeing other people and r mostly hears about it secondhand, but they’ve started to grow apart anyway and there’s nothing r can do. when they’re finally able to start practicing and record again they all find that it’s easier to play the music than it is to talk to each other like they used to, and it takes on a dark, hypnotic quality, like they all share the same consciousness or they were split from the same primordial clay at the beginning of time; they play until they drop and fall asleep where they’re sitting. during the recording of the last track s starts crying while bludgeoning his drums and r gets sick and nearly collapses. after this r checks himself into a mental hospital, and they already know without saying it that they’ll never play together again.

the album is a chilling slow-burn of terrible vulnerability and terrible impenetrability. it’s mostly ignored/they’ve already broken up by the time it’s out, but–because this band is so legendary in the local scene, and because the myth is as seductive as the music–it gains a reputation quick and sells more as the years go by. s finishes college and leaves kentucky; r works odd jobs and burns a lot of letters. eventually they start making music again, sometimes alone, sometimes with other bands, often uncredited or under different names, but every so often a mysterious song or an ep will pop up on a small label with a dedication to someone named r.j.l. or s.b., and they always know.

#hope you're good too bud <3

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flwrbo · 1 year

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thinking about... remus running his hands up and down your soft, doughy thighs whenever he needs to concentrate on grading papers for a long period of time. you don’t mind, of course, sitting there while painting your nails a pretty pink color. he makes sure not to go too high; doesn’t wanna rile his baby up before her nails have a chance to dry. he never hears the end of it whenever they get smudged, usually at the fault of your own impatience. his little angel was never good at waiting patiently for his attention ):

#<3.fluff #<3.chubby reader #<3.r.j.l #remus lupin x reader #harry potter x reader

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flwrbo · 1 year

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more thoughts on lupin and his pretty little wife? I've been obsessed with that concept after your last remus piece, it was rlly rlly good!!

i will never say no to writing about remus & his wife ): this is literally 1000 years late i apologize

getting all dolled up for dinner , wearing your prettiest lip gloss and doing your hair all nice ): you even spritz on your sweetest smelling perfume , one that remus gets a nice whiff of whenever you flip your hair out of your face.

underneath it, u wear an adorable white dolly lingerie piece that he bought for u the previous week! a small thank you for the expensive fancy dinner he takes you to. <33

later that night, when the two of you get to soak in the (strawberry scented) bubble bathtub together, he rubs your the knots out of your shoulders as he tells you funny stories about his students from the school day.

and then after you get out , he brushes your hair out for you & u get to slip on the adorable silky robe he loves so much!!! you slowly get lulled to sleep with his fingers running up & down your back, listening to the pages of his book turning <333 being pampered really takes a lot out of you.

#<3.remus #<3.r.j.l #remus lupin x reader #harry potter fic

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flwrbo · 1 year

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the other woman.

remus lupin x f reader. 1.9k words

cw : angsty, infidelity , age gap , remus is kind of mean. remus & tonks are in a relationship. tonks is aged up very slightly and reader is around tonks’ age! <3

note : cheating is bad pls dont do that

It was your first time seeing Remus in a long time.

He’d made promises to you, long ago. So long ago, in fact, that you’d almost buried your feelings deep in your mind. But it all comes rushing back the minute you see him again, standing beside Tonks as he usually did.

You hadn’t seen him in quite some time. The last conversation you’d had was an argument, naively hopeful on your end. He made more promises to leave the order finally, leave Tonks, leave the danger and the rush of his everyday life. Leave it all behind to be with you. Safe and in your arms, where you knew he’d belonged.

Sirius didn’t tell you he’d be here. To be fair, he didn’t know about the situation. In fact, no one did. it was just your and Remus’ situation to keep. Your very own special secret.

The two of you locked eyes as you walked into the room, and you felt your breath get knocked out of you.

He looked different. Only very slightly, underneath the new scars and swept hair, you still knew him to be Remus. Just your Remus.

The party was in full swing. People were gathered in the Black residence to celebrate a new job of some sort for Sirius. He’d begged you to come, as the two of you used to be very close in your upbringing. The wizard had tended to be a natural big brother/uncle figure in your life, something you’d always cherished as a young girl.

You trained your eyes to sweep away from Remus as much as you could, not wishing to spoil the night that was supposed to be a celebration.

You selfishly wondered if you were affecting him as much as he was you, despite his newlywed wife hanging off of his arm. She was only a few years older than you, and under different circumstances, the two of you may have even been friends.

Hours pass by with drinks and music flowing, partygoers coming up to you and leaving after jovial conversations. You’d attempted to let your mind ease, though it was proving to be hard to do with the way Remus’ hand wrapped around his lover’s (no, wife’s) hip. It reminds you of the way he used to do the same to you, and it makes a shiver run up your spine. The ring on his finger glints in the light, making you reach for your glass to drink.

The last time he’d held your hip like that, you’d been in his kitchen. The two of you had just finished making a mess of the bed, leaving you in desperate need of coffee. He’d followed you out of the bedroom after pulling on some sweatpants, pushing his now sweaty hair out of his face.

“You’re getting better at that, old man,” you’d giggled, pouring him a mug of coffee when you felt him come up from behind you.

“Keeping you pleased?” he smirked into your hair before delivering a swift kiss, pulling his hand up to your hip to knead the fat there.

“More like rolling out of bed afterward,” you grinned, turning in his hold.

The two of you sipped at your drinks before he took you into his arms. It was cozy as you swayed back and forth, the fireplace roaring calmly in the corner. You’d wanted to stay like that forever. You found yourself repeating that thought to yourself a lot.

The sudden, loud ringing from his phone on the table made your heart skip out of your chest. You pulled away as if you’d been burned, back aching from where the counter dug into it. Cheeks ablaze, you crossed your arms over your (Remus’) shirt.

Neither of you needed to look at the caller ID to know who was calling. Your heart sinks in your chest as the moment is broken.

Your mug gets placed in the sink beside his, and part of you hoped that she catches it.

Your attention gets brought back to the party when guests begin clamoring to the dining area for dinner. Tonks and Remus are the last to shuffle out of the room, but not before she stops in front of you.

“Hello,” she speaks, not unkindly. You’d never known if she ever pieced anything together about you and Remus. Evidently, it didn’t matter in the end. The matching bands on their ring fingers told you that.

“Hello, Tonks,” you force out a smile, avoiding looking at the man you used to know. With her standing so close to you, you’re able to make out a few new details. It appears Remus isn’t the only one with a new look.

Her hair is dyed again, a brown blonde this time. Her skin is glowing, healthy, and plump. She was also rosy in the cheeks, though not from alcohol. You hadn’t seen her take a sip all night.

Your breath leaves you for the third time that night. “You’re with child,” you speak softly, eyes blown wide.

She’s shocked, a little nervous as she looks at her quiet husband. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet.

“She’s always been very good at that,” Sirius chuckles as he enters the room. A bottle is opened and he pours a few drinks. “Accidentally let a big announcement slip to her neighbor’s husband when she was younger. Poor guy almost passed out.” Cups were passed to you and Remus, in celebratory fashion.

You accepted the fresh drink, feeling hot suddenly.

You finally looked at Remus, finding his eyes. Thousands of words were exchanged in those seconds before you took your drink down.

“Congratulations, Dora. Truly,” you force one last smile at her before looking at some distant wall, willing yourself not to cry.

“Yes, congratulations are in order!” Sirius cheers, hooking his elbow with Tonks and flittering her out of the room into the mass of people in the dining hall. The loudness of the party drowns out when the door closes with a click. You’re alone again with him for the first time in two years.

Remus doesn’t know where to start. “I wanted to tell y-”

“Where were you,” you cut him off. You still can’t bring yourself to look at him. “Where were you, Remus?”

His shoulders drop as he sees your frame, shrinking in on itself. Your name begins to fall out of his mouth and you cut him off again.

“I waited for you. For three years, I waited for you.” Tears begin to fall down your cheeks. “You promised me you were done. You told me… you were ready to leave.” The room gets blurry behind your crying, and you furiously wipe at your cheeks. “I was twenty-two, Remus. I would’ve done anything for you,”

You look up at him with tear-filled eyes, mascara tracks down your flushed cheeks. “It got complicated. you know that” He runs his hands through his hair, pushing it straight back. “We agreed it was better if we broke it off,”

“No. We didn’t.” You stand, pushing yourself towards him. “We fought. But we fought all the time, Rem, and you always came back to me.” Guilt licks at him. The lycanthrope finds himself wishing he’d had another drink in him.

“I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. I hated seeing how you broke every time I had to leave, or wash your perfume off my clothes. You broke down when I got a single text message, for heaven’s sake!” the older man runs a hand over his face, trying to calm down. “Breaking you over and over again… I couldn’t do it. I love you too much.”

You ignore the aching in your chest at the prospect of him still loving you, after all this time.

“We could’ve left, Remus. None of that would’ve mattered if we’d just gone. like we said we would. Like you promised.” You choke out a sob, suddenly feeling twenty again. Bright-eyed and naive.

Remus shakes his head as you speak. “Not like this. Not when I’m… with me-”

“Stop.” You bite out. “That’s not fair. It’s not about that. It was never about that, not with me.” Your tears fall to your legs, soaking the skirt there. You’d never given him grief about his condition. The two of you discussed it on one of those nights when everything seemed perfect.

Underneath the sheets, half-dressed, you’d traced over his scars. “I hate seeing these,” you sighed out, laying a small kiss on one. “I hate knowing how much pain you’ve endured,”

Remus leaned on one of his palms, tracing over your skin with his available hand. “It’ll be easier when I know I can come home to you,” you smile up at his confession.

“We can find pills, or a potion, or something. Something to help. You’re gonna need it when we leave,” you mumble out, continuing your tracing. He says nothing at this for a few minutes, before leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“Always the sweetest girl,” he smiles. “My sweet girl.”

Remus shifts, crossing his hands over his chest. “It wasn't that easy,” he speaks softly. Softer than you’d heard in a while.

He takes a small step closer to you, pulling you into his arms. You cry into his chest, hating yourself for still needing his comfort. The two of you sit there for a few seconds, and your breathing begins to relax. There was so much you wanted to say to him. To scream, to cry, to beg. You’d played this moment in your brain on a loop for the last year when you’d begun to hate him for leaving you behind. It all melts away the minute you feel him around you again. Smelling his cologne, and feeling the twine of his jacket beneath your hands almost makes you forget the hurt.

It’s almost perfect again. Until,

“You look beautiful,” he speaks into your hair. You feel your heart fall in your chest at his next words. “It’s not too late for us, you know,”

You pull away as though you’d been singed. “Is that what you think I want?” you scoff out, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Do you think I’m the type of woman who would want that?” You feel yourself getting worked up again, and Remus’ eyes slip over to the door to ensure no one is coming in to check on the two of you. “Your wife is pregnant, Remus. You’re a father. That’s your responsibility now,” you shake your head at him, angrily wiping at your tears.

“You have to live with your decision forever.” You stare at him, chest tight. You wanted so badly to fall back into his arms again, and have him sweep you away. But you know as well as he does; That time has passed. He isn’t yours anymore. You’re beginning to think that maybe he never was.

The door swishes back open and a flustered Tonks walks into the room, leaving behind cheers from the dining area. “Oh,” she says, surprised at the scene in front of her. “Am I interrupting something?” You wipe your hot tears on the back of your sweater, grabbing your bag from the couch.

“No, I was just leaving.” You zip up your coat, sparing one last look for the man you ache to love. “Goodbye, Remus.”

The couple looks at you, not knowing what to say.

“I really do wish you the best,” you speak aloud, turning on your heel for the last time, and leaving it all behind.

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