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justagirlwholikesadam · 3 months

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Best Friend's Little Sister

Remus Lupin x Muggle! Evans! Reader

Summary: Lily Evans takes the Marauders to her muggle sister's football game where she is captain of the cheerleading squad.

Warning: The Marauders and Lily not understanding football. Sirius and James want lockers in Hogwarts. SFW, drinking, smoking, OC

A/N: I know nothing of sports or cheering so please be warn if there's a mistake. In HS, I was the one smoking pot under the bleachers lol. please like or comment below. Enjoy - L || Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Word Count: 7.4K

Unlike Petunia, you were proud of Lily. Never making her feel bad for being different. Lily had lost count on how many times you have told her that she is special to be a witch and she should be proud of it. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of letters have been exchanged between Lily and you when she started Hogwarts. You would ask her about her time in Hogwarts, asking her about how her classes were and her friends. Lily did the same, asking you how life is back home and about your wellbeing. Today Lily received a letter and she was so excited to read it since you told her last week about trying out for a new position in the cheer team at your school. Quickly, opening it she had drawn the attention of the boys around her who were talking and laughing about a prank they recently did. James looks over at Lily when she lets out a gasp and covers her mouth. Lily felt James’ place a hand on her back. He asked her if she's alright.

The boys stopped talking and looked at Lily who gave James a bright smile and nodded. “Yes, it’s my sister. She told me she was made captain and is so excited. She wanted me to go to the last game of the term. She wrote here that I can invite you guys. If you are up for it.”

Lily gave James a picture you had sent along with the letter. Sirius and Peter quickly went over to James and looked over his shoulders. Sirius let out a whistle while Peter's eyes grew wide. The photo was a regular muggle photo of you.

“Evans, where have you been hiding this lovely girl!?” Lily rolled her eyes at Sirius then took the photo from James.

“Don't even think about it!” Lily said before handling it to Remus who remained in his seat in front of Lily.

He grabbed the photo and noticed why Sirius whistled. Remus had met you before, Lily had introduced you to him. He always visited Lily whenever they were on break. Remus knew you were very different from Lily’s older sister. Petunia always gave him a harsh look and would shut the door on his face whenever he came over.

“Don’t be a daft cow.” He hears you behind the door before opening it.

“Rem Rem.” You shouted as you hugged him. Remus always smiles at the nickname and hugs you back.

“She’s captain of what?” Peter asked walking back to his seat to continue on with his breakfast.

“She’s captain of the cheerleading team at her school. She has been wanting that spot for so long.” Lily said with a proud smile.

Remus continued to stare at the photo. His eyes looking at every detail, oh how he wished the photo could move. You had a red and gold uniform with black lining on the hem. Your hair was in a ponytail and he saw the glitter around your eyes, making them pop out even more. You looked beautiful, he says to himself. You had two big red pom-poms in each hand. The smile on your face was big and it reminded him of the smiles you always gave him.

“That’s exciting.” James commented as Lily took out the tickets from the envelope.

“If you guys are up for it.” Lily said, waving the tickets in her hands. Sirius and James looked at each other with a grin, any chance they got to see the muggle world, they took it. Peter nodded before letting them know he would have to ask his parents first.

“Moony?” Sirius said, placing an arm over his friend’s shoulder. Remus looks away from the picture and nods at Lily.

The Marauders stood in front of the school as Lily thanked her dad for giving them a ride.

“It’s a bit small.” Peter commented. “Well, it’s not a castle.” Sirius said, looking at the school. They jumped when a group of guys came walking beside them. James’ eyes widened when he saw they were shirtless with red and gold paint over their chest including their faces.

“Are we safe here?” Peter asked them and Lily came behind them. “Of course, it’s a high school football game.”

“Think of how fans are for quidditch. They are the same for football.” Remus told Peter and gave him a pat on his shoulder.

“What’s football?” Sirius asked, putting his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Lily glanced over at Remus who shrugged his shoulders.

“Like quidditch but running.” Lily said not really knowing how to explain it better. Walking up to the front of the school Lily soon realized she didn't know where she was going. She hasn't been to a public school in years.

“Are you Lily?” The Marauders looked over at a tall boy with blonde hair and he wore a red and gold cheer uniform just like the one you wore in the picture.

“Who’s asking?” James said, stepping in front of Lily. James puffed his chest out trying to intimidate the boy who was taller than him. Lily rolled her eyes at James and pushed him behind her before greeting the boy. The boy gave them a smile and shook her hand, ignoring the small dramatic gasp from James and Sirius.

“I’m Chris, I'm in the squad. Your sister wanted to make sure you guys won’t get lost. Follow me.” Chris told them as he opened the front door of the school for them. He explained to them, it's easier to go this way so they wouldn't have to wait in line. Remus thanked him as Peter and Sirius looked at Chris with a shady look but soon it went away when they noticed the inside of the school. As they walked they looked inside the classrooms and looked at the papers stapled in the bulletin board.

“Wow.” Sirius said as they walked down the hallway.

“James! Sirius!” Lily called out when she noticed they were not following her. Remus looked over his shoulder and frowned when he saw James and Sirius in front of a wall of lockers.

“What's this contraception?” Sirius said, knocking on the red locker. James twisted the lock and pointed at the numbers.

“It’s a locker.” Remus told them and Peter walked over to look at it. James and Sirius look over at Remus with a curious look. “What is it for?”

Remus fought the urge to laugh. James, Sirius and Peter were pureblood, they had no idea what this was. Pushing James and Sirius back to follow Lily, he answered them. “It’s where students put their coats, books and bags while they attend classes. They use the lock to put their code to open it and lock it so nobody steals their belongings.”

“We should ask Dumbledore for lockers!” Sirius said with a nod thinking how cool it will be to have one. He always forgets his books in his room.

“Where do you guys go to school, again?” They froze when Chris asked them. Lily looks over at them with a stern face before dropping it to answer Chris.

“I’m sure, my sister told you. We go to a boarding school.” Lily said. Remus nods at the tall boy.

“We have dorms so we don't use lockers.” He added convincing Chris who looked over at Peter who was twisting the lock of a nearby locker.

“She probably did.” Chris said, shaking his head. “You guys want to see mine?” Chris asked, pointing over his shoulder at the lockers.

“Yes!” James and Sirius shouted and quickly followed Chris with Peter behind them. After 10 minutes of Chris showing them how to open a locker, they finally made it to the football field after providing the tickets to Chris. Remus stayed in the back making sure all the guys were following Lily. The stands were filled with people and students already. Chris waved bye at them and told them he’ll let you know they are here.

“It’s like a quidditch field.” James said as he looked around excited. Remus sat next to Lily as James sat on the other side with Peter. Sirius sat next to Remus in the middle of the stand getting a good view at the field.

“I haven't seen her in so long.” Lily said as she got comfortable on the metal bleachers. “Has your older sister seen her cheer before?” James asked and Lily shook her. “Petunia says cheering is for sluts.”

“I swear, Evans, your older sister hates everything.” Peter said, making her nod.

“She does but at least Y/n doesn't hate me.” Lily said with a soft tone as she stared at the field. Remus hooks Lily’s arm around with his and James snuggles close to her grabbing a hold of her hand. They knew about Lily's family and how her oldest sister always made her out to be a freak. The Marauders were happy she had you for a sister.

The game started and The Marauders jumped at the sound of the horn playing through the intercom. The people around them stood up and shouted, waving and pumping their arms in the air.

“They look so huge.” Peter shouted as the football team came running out of the field pumping their arms in the air, exciting the crowd even more.

“Oh my! She’s there.” Lily shouted standing up as the crowd hollered at the sight of cheerleaders running out. Remus stood up as well and watched a few girls do a flip as they ran in front of the bleachers.

Sirius smirks to see his tall lanky friend staring at the cheerleaders knowing who he was trying to find. Remus told Sirius on their way to Lily’s town after they left Hogwarts for break. Sirius found Remus shaving his face in the bathroom of the train.

“Oi! Who are you trying to impress, mate?” Sirius asked as he went inside the bathroom and shut the door. Sirius couldn't help but laugh at Remus who was trying to come up with a lie. Remus couldn't lie to Sirius for shit. That’s when Remus told Sirius he had a crush on you and wanted to look good for you.

“Is this why you never go out with the girls at school? And is this why, every time Lily gets a letter you get so happy when you find out it’s from her? Have you tried anything with her yet?” Remus turns red in the face and looks away from his friend. He gets nervous and Sirius can see his hand holding the razor shakes.

Sirius lets out a sigh when Remus didn’t say anything. He tells Remus to sit his ass down on the toilet seat so he can help him shave. Pushing his legs apart, Sirius gets to work and shaves the other side of Remus’ face.

“I’m just gonna say this once mate because you’re my best friend and I love you so much but you can be thick sometimes.” Remus tenses up as Sirius wipes the excess shaving cream off his cheekbone with a paper towel.

Sirius continues, “You should tell her how you feel. I’m hoping you’re not letting Moony get in between her and you because I’m pretty sure she will understand just like Lily did and if her sister is anything like her, she would love you and Moony just like we do."

“She is like Lily. Kind and smart. Dare I say more beautiful than her.” Remus said without a second thought to Sirius.

“Don’t say that in front of James.” Sirius warned jokily before heading back to his seat.

Sirius grabbed Remus by the hand when he noticed everyone sat down when the cheerleaders started to get in their position in front of the bleachers. Remus was pulled down forcibly and was about to snap at Sirius when he leaned against him and pointed ahead. Remus followed his hand and saw you walking in the front of the group. Remus hears Lily squeal beside him at the sight of you. His cheeks grew pink at the sight of you. You had a red skirt showing your legs off, Remus felt his mouth go dry at the sight of your bare thighs and legs. The sleeveless top you had on had the school logo printed on it and you wore a red long sleeve shirt it. It was tight and short showing just a bit of the skin of your stomach. Your hair is in a ponytail tied in a red scrunchie.

“I think I'm in love.” Peter said as the cheerleaders started to dance, his eyes stared at a blonde who stood next to you. James laughed, bumping his shoulder at his friend as they watched the show.

Remus saw you raising your hands in the air above your head and shouting the school name before clapping three times. It wasn't the sound of the music playing or the people around him cheering that had him mesmerized but it was the way you move your hips along with the rest of the girls to the beat of the song.

“LETS GO BABY!!” Remus hears a guy scream from the top of the bleacher as they continue to cheer.

Remus watched as Chris came behind you as the girls walked towards the rest of the guys. You came in front of Chris and he turned you around and lifted you in the air. The crowd went wild as the rest of the girls did the same. They began to clap when you turned to the side and grab your leg with both hands pulling the foot behind your head holding the position all while Chris held you up in the air. Remus grew worry when he saw you were going to come down but Chris caught you with ease, it was part of the show.

“How did they do that without magic?” Sirius asked, looking at Lily when the game began to start. Remus was too busy looking at you to listen to Lily's answer. He noticed you were talking and laughing with the team as the players started the game. Peter and James were watching in awe as the players tackled the other team pushing them to the ground with a harsh force. Lily and Remus were looking at the players running back and forth not understanding anything, they wince when one of the players tackled one while holding the ball. Half way through the game Sirius had his head against Remus’ shoulder as he took a nap with a half empty bucket of popcorn on his lap, he begged Lily to buy it for him since they don’t accept galleons.

The horn rang out loud again making Sirius yelp as he woke up spilling his popcorn on the floor.

“Did she win?” He asked in a sleepy tone to Remus, making him chuckle. “She is not the one playing, Padfoot.” James answered as the game went into halftime.

“Who’s winning?” Lily looked at the giant screen showing the count. “This school is.”

“Yay! It means she is winning.” Sirius said, picking up the bucket from the ground with Remus’ help. James and Peter were dancing around when a catchy song started to play through the intercom. Remus watched ahead at you as the girls started to shout out phrases making the crowd cheer.

“LET’S GO! LET’S GO! WE ARE THE BEST! WE CAN'T BE BEAT!”

Remus saw your eyes widen when you saw Lily. You waved at her as you continued to shout. Lily let out a squeal as she waved back at you. You were doing the usual routine, clapping your hands and turning around to shake your hips when you saw your sister. Your heart grew at the sight of your sister, she came to see you. You missed her so much. Looking to her left, your mouth dropped when you saw him. It was Remus Lupin, your sister’s best friend who you had a crush on since you were little. Quickly closing your mouth you continued with the routine but didn’t look away from him. Remus gave you a smile and you gave him one as well. You met Remus when Lily got back home after her first year in Hogwarts. He was tall for his age and nervous. He had scars on his face and you noticed he had it on his arms as well. You didn't ask him about it, you just told him if he wanted to play in the backyard. As the years passed the three of you would play around and walk around town. He always came to visit every year. Remus has always been kind and treated you respectfully. Giving you his cozy sweater or cardigan whenever you were cold or he would grab something from the top shelf for you when you couldn’t. He would let you grab a hold of his arm when walking around town knowing he walked faster since he had long legs.

You didn't know when the feelings for Remus began. You think you always liked him and the moment you realize when you really did was when Remus noticed one of your shoes had become untied while taking him to the bookstore as Lily stayed home with her parents helping them get started with dinner. He told you to lean against the nearest building and you obey. He knelt down in front of you on one leg and helped you place your foot on his knee. You couldn't help but tense up when you felt his hand on your leg. His long fingers work on your shoe laces; he looks up at you when he's done. He gives you a smile making your cheeks flare up.

“Thanks Rem Rem.” You said removing your foot from his knee. Remus doesn't move from his spot when you get closer to him. He’s too busy looking at you to notice your hand coming up to his face. He feels your fingers run through his sandy curls, something you were dying to do when he began to grow his hair out.

Before both of you could say anything, someone had cleared their throat and stood in front of them. “Excuse me.”

The older woman with a cart passed by , walking down the side walk ignoring Remus and your apologies.

That was two summers ago. You couldn't see Remus' last break since you went to cheer camp. You had written to Lily asking about him and how he was doing. You wanted to write to him. You really did but you were nervous he wouldn’t reply back. You wonder if he had a girlfriend. You didn't ask Lily about it, you were far too embarrassed. You didn't think he would ever want to be with a “Muggle.” Lily told you the term when she told you about Hogwarts and her magic. You continued to hold your stare at Remus. You couldn't look away, he looked so handsome. Lily notices your smile and your blushing face, she looks over at Remus who had a smile on his face.

“You were so eye fucking him.” One of your friends said after the routine was done and the football players started to head back to the field.

“No, I wasn’t.” You said turning around looking seriously at the field. The rest of the girls giggled before one spoke. “He got a lot of scars on his face.”

“He was in an accident.” You lied to them before looking over at your shoulder at your sister and her friends. You have only met Remus but you've heard of the rest and known their names. Your sister had told you about Remus and his wolf problem. You didn't believe it at first but you knew Lily wasn’t the type to make shit up. You were okay with it, Remus never changed, he was still the nice guy you knew and you came to term that the guy you liked became a werewolf once in a full moon. You were glad, Remus had his friends helping him during those times. You never told Remus you knew, not even that day when he so kindly knelt down to tie your shoe or when he gifted you a book.

“The guy next to him with long dark hair is pretty cute.” You just smiled at the girls gushed at your sister's friend. Lily and the Marauders stood by the parking lot of the school waiting for you to come out. James noticed how nervous Lily was as she kept looking for you over the mass of people.

“She’ll be here, dear.” James said, rubbing Lily’s back as they waited for you.

“Yeah, Lils.” Sirius said getting near her. He looks over at Remus who was looking for you as well.

“Oi! There she is.” Peter shouted out and pointed at the exit of the school. Remus watched as you walked out with a duffel bag, hanging on your shoulder as you spoke with someone. Remus smile dropped when he saw it was one of the football players. He wore a jersey with the number 6 and had his own bag over his broad shoulder. Remus can't help but notice how the player looked. The guy was taller then him, had muscles and another thing that made Remus' heart sink was the guy had no scars on his face.

He wouldn't be surprised to find out that he was your boyfriend. Cheerleaders go out with football players, that's the normal thing, Remus thought.

Lily yells your name as she waved her hands in the air. Remus saw you quickly look at them and placed a hand on the guy’s arm before running towards Lily. Remus couldn't help but smile as you threw your bag at the ground and hugged Lily. Shoving his hands in the pocket of his cardigan, he looks over at the sisters embracing each other.

“I missed you so much.” You cried in Lily’s neck. “Me too.” Lily said, pulling away to kiss your cheek.

“I brought the boys.” Lily said, looking over at her shoulder. Remus saw you smile bright at the sight of him.

“REM REM.” You called out, speed walking to Remus. Sirius and James shared a look when you wrapped your arms around Remus’ body. Remus did the same hugging you by the shoulders with both arms. Remus couldn't help but run his fingers through your hair as you looked up at him. You had taken the scrunchie out, he noticed you wore it on your wrist.

You gave Sirius and Peter a hug, greeting them. Lily introduced you to James and you immediately frowned.

“Should I kick your ass now or later?” James' mouth dropped out and was about to say something when Lily and you started to burst out in laughter.

“She told me you were a little shit.” Sirius and Peter laughed.

“How can you say that about me, Lils?” James said with a gasp not understanding it was a joke. You knew about James Potter and knew your sister liked him before she even realized it herself. You have read pages of Lily, telling you about James Potter. She wrote how ridiculous and rude he was but at the end of the letters Lily always wrote that James' hair looked cute.

“She was joking, dear.” You nodded at him as Lily gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“That's right. I'm just joking. She said far worse things.” You said making Lily shout your name. “I’m joking.” You told him before looking over at Sirius, Peter and Remus shaking your head making them laugh.

“My brother in law isn’t a little shit.” You said as you hugged James who grew red like Lily’s hair when you called him brother in law.

“Keep messing with him, Y/n. He’ll turn you into a toad.” Lily said, making you gasp then looked at James.

“Can you really do that?! Can you make me into a tiger instead?” You asked frantically as you looked at James who laughed at your enthusiasm.

“Oh my god, can you turn this guy’s hair red for me?” You asked James. “Remember, we have rules. We can’t use magic outside of the school grounds.” You sighed at her.

“That’s so dumb.” You said as Sirius walked towards you. He placed an arm over your shoulder and agreed with you.

“Wait for next year. We got you. What color tiger do you want to be?” Sirius asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. Remus watched as you smiled at Sirius before tapping your chin as you thought of an answer. You were about to answer when he heard your name being called out.

Remus watched as the same football player came running towards you. Sirius noticed Remus’ face and tugged you closer to him. He wasn’t going to let some beefy guy with a helmet who runs over people for fun get a hold of his best friend’s girl.

“Lincoln is throwing a house party to celebrate our win. Are you coming?” You looked over at Lily and looked back at him.

“Can my sisters and her friends come too?” He quickly nodded as a green jeep drove up by them.

“Yo! Evans! Are you coming to the party?!” The driver asks you. “Yeah! She is going to bring some people.” The football player told the driver.

“You guys want to come?” You turned to them. James looks over at Lily.

“You haven’t been to a house party before, Lily. This can be a good experience for you.” Peter and Sirius agreed while James waited for Lily to answer.

“Rem Rem?” You asked as you walked towards Remus.

“I guess we can stop by for a few hours.” Remus said as you grabbed a hold of his hand. Remus looks over at Lily and tilts his head at her.

“Let's go.” You let out a squeal and kiss her cheek. “Mike, can we hitch a ride with you?” You asked the driver.

“Sure thing, love. Seb, I’ll follow you.” Mike said, looking out the window at the football player.

“Alright, I’ll be back.” Seb said as Mike parked his car in front of them.

“What about dad?” Lily asked as James and Peter got inside the car. Sirius grabs your bag from the ground, throwing it in the back of the car.

“Don’t worry. I’ll call dad when we are there.” Sirius helped Lily up in the jeep car.

“One of you guys can come in the front.” Mike said as he waiting for them to get in. Sirius looks at Remus and you, both of you are still holding hands.

“Moony! Go to the back with Little Evans.” Sirius said as he walked to the passenger seat. Mike looks at Sirius who sat beside him and shut the door.

“Moony?” Mike asked as he looked over at Sirius who sat down and shut the car door. “It’s just a nickname. Name is Sirius but you can call me, Padfoot.” Sirius said as Lily told him to put on his seatbelt but Sirius was too in enthrall looking at Mike to even listen to her.

“Nice to meet you, Padfoot. I’m Mike.” Sirius leaned back in his seat when Mike got close to him. Sirius blushes when Mike got close to him. Mike had short black hair showing his pierced ears and his eyes were light brown.

“Seat belts are important.” Mike said in a soft tone as he grabbed it for Sirius. Mike gives him a smile when he clicks it, making sure it was correctly in place and leans back in his seat.

“Rem Rem, would you mind if I sit on your lap?” Remus looks over to see Lily sitting on James lap as Peter sat in the middle.

When Remus didn’t answer, you whispered to him. “It’s alright, if you mind. I can catch a ride with someone else.”

Remus still didn’t answer and with a heavy heart you were about to shut the door when he grabbed a hold of your arm.

“Yes, you can sit down. Please do.” James snorts a laugh behind Lily’s hair as Remus practically tugs you inside the car. Remus shuts the door as you settle down in his lab. He spreads his legs to make room for your legs. Remus can smell the light scent of your body spray, he’s so close to you. The car started to move and there was a bump in the road. You were about to fall forward when he wrapped his arms around your stomach, pulling you to his chest.

“You okay?” Remus asked behind you. Your cheeks grew hot when you felt his breath behind your ear.

“Yeah.” You whispered as you grabbed his arm. Your fingers began to play with the fabric of his cardigan. He feels so warm behind you. So comfortable, you feel the roughness of his jeans against your bare legs. You hear Lily and James talking to Mike about their “boarding school.”

Remus was thinking hard as he shut his eyes. He thought of vomit, James vomiting, Peter vomiting, Sirius vomiting on Peter and James. He thought of it as he felt your ass against his crotch.

“Gross thoughts. Gross thoughts.” He tells himself.

He felt you lean back and look at him. “I did miss you, Remus.” You whispered as the window of the car rolled down.

Remus looks at you and holds you close as Mike makes a left.

“I missed you too.” Remus admits. He always waited for Lily to receive your letter so he could find out how you were. He was devastated when Lily told him you were going to cheer camp last summer. He didn’t see you that summer and he felt bad for lying to Lily whenever she asked him why he had a long face.

“You know maybe next time, I can write-.” Peter's wow cuts them off when Mike parked in front of a large house.

Remus stood behind you as everyone made their way into the house. Sirius and Peter stood close as they walked inside looking at the other students on the couch, or dancing in the living room. Some where in the corner smoking while others were in the back yard playing something Remus told them was called Beer Pong.

“Holy shit! If it isn’t the captain in the flesh.” A girl came at you, hugging you. She was a bit taller and wore the same cheerleading uniform as you.

“When Seb told me you were coming. I couldn’t believe it. He went out to get more beer for you.” You tsk at her before shaking her head.

“Christina, he didn’t have too. I’m not planning on drinking. I just wanted to show my sister and her friends who just came to visit me the party.” You said looking over Lily and the guys. Peter's eyes were wide as he saw it was the blonde he was fawning over earlier. Peter thought he was going to have a stroke when the blonde introduced herself to everyone and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek.

“Please tell your sister to relax.” Christina said, looking over at Lily.

“She never comes to our house party. Our captain is a good girl but finally she is at her first party. She needs to have a drink.”

“Peter, why don’t you help her get some drinks for us.” Peter looks over at you with a face. You gave him a wink and signaled your head to Christina. It was painfully obvious that he liked her.

“Oh yes, come with me.” Christina said, holding out her hand for Peter. Everyone smiled as Peter without a single thought, grabbed a hold of her hand and let Christina drag him to the kitchen.

“She’s harmless. I swear.” You said looking over at the kitchen again.

“Is it true then?” Sirius asked with a smirk. “You’re a good girl? You never drink?”

“Of course, she is. She’s just like me.” Lily said, walking over to you making you chuckle.

You tried your best to not look Remus. A bit embarrassed that your friends had outed you and told your sister and her friends that you were a prude and a good girl who doesn’t do anything bad.

“Yo!” Remus watched the same football player you were talking come behind you.

“Christina said you’re drinking.” Lily's eyes widened at the sight of the football player towering over them. He had a case of beer over his shoulder, showing his muscles.

“Only one, Seb. By the way, this is my sister and these are her friends.” Remus felt like he needed to drink something before lashing out when he saw Seb placing a hand on your shoulder after handing them the cans of beer.

“I want you guys to meet my boyfriend. BABY!” Remus looks up from his beer at the guy. Wait boyfriend, Remus and Sirius glance at each other as Chris from earlier comes towards them with a smile.

James saw Chris come over and give a kiss to Chris before looking over at them. “You met my boyfriend, Seb.”

Remus chuckles to himself. Seb wasn't your boyfriend. Remus liked how you interacted with them. He liked seeing you smiling and talking. He didn’t know you were quite popular. He felt childish whenever he got a little bit jealous when a guy came over to talk to you. He couldn’t help it though you were so beautiful. Of course, guys are going to come up to you. He was glad that you didn’t leave them to talk to someone else. You had introduced them to practically everyone.

Lily and James were dancing while Peter and Christina were in the kitchen, getting their seventh drink of the night. Remus can’t help but smirk when he sees Sirius and Mike leaning close together against the wall. Sirius was showing Mike, his silver rings on his fingers. Remus looks away when he sees you walking back to him with two more beers. He made room for you on the couch and thanked you when you handed him one.

“Are you having a good time?” Remus looks over at you. Your cheeks were a bit flushed and your eyes were glossy, you had more than one beer. You had a smile on your face as you played with the tab of the can. Remus bumps his knee with yours.

“I am. You?” You nod at him as he takes a sip. Remus notices as a couple walking in front of you and sat across from him and you. The girl recognized you as well as the guy she was with. The girl had bright red hair while the guy had his hair neon green. The couple were from your art class, you told him. You were talking with them when you accidently placed your hand on top of his. Remus blushed when you grabbed a hold of his hand as you laughed at them.

"Did you hear them?" Remus smiles and nods at you. He haven't heard a thing, he was freaking out on inside that you were holding his hand. He didn’t let go, he didn’t want you to let go

“To be honest, I’m surprised you’re here. You’re usually reading or in the library. Always reading that weird brown book.” Remus looks up at the girl's words.

“What?” He asked and looked over at you who was blushing really hard.

“She always has this brown book. A fairytale about these four people. They are witches or something.” She said before looking over at her boyfriend.

“Yeah, what is it again? Dude is a lion and one is a snake.” Remus frowns as they continue to speak. “You looked inside of it?” Remus felt you sit up straight.

“Only for a second, we just wanted to know what it was. You're always reading it.”

“Oh shit! I remember! They were wizards and they made this school or something.” Remus' heart dropped when she said that.

You still had the book he gifted you a while back. It was a gift he had given you for your birthday. He remembered he had bought it in Hogsmeade and wrapped it in a paper bag. He remembers the face you make when he sat beside you as you open the book. It was filled with colorful photos and all information about Hogwarts and the four founding members. You had given him a kiss on the cheek when you turned a page and saw the photos were moving.

“They have an orgy at the end?” The guy asks you with a laugh and Remus notices the awkward look on your face.

“They all die.” Remus answered a bit harshly.

“I’m going out for some air.” You said quickly getting up from the couch, letting go of his hand and walking out the back door.

You didn’t realize Remus was following you. He excuses himself to your friends and follows you. He placed his beer on the kitchen counter as he went through the back door where you went. Making your way further to the backyard, you threw your beer on the ground. You sighed to yourself, you felt embarrassed and worry. You were sure that Remus was angry at you for letting someone look in the book that he had gifted you. It would be best if no one got a hold of it, he had told you and made you promise to never show it to anyone. That book was the only thing from Remus and you had carried it everywhere with you. You had read countless times front to back. You read all the stories about the houses and the professors in it. You had daydreamed about going to Hogwarts to see your sister and Remus.

Remus calls your name out when he sees you leaning against a tree. Looking over your shoulder, he saw you were going to cry. He quickly goes to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he wrapped an arm around you.

“I’m sorry. They saw the book. I know I promise you no one would look at it. Please don’t be mad at me.” Remus shakes his head as he drops his arm around you.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” You look up at a Remus with tears welled up in your eyes. Remus quickly wipe the single tear that managed to escape your eye.

“You kept the book.” Remus said as his hand cupped your cheek then slowly dropped down at your neck. His fingers touched the neckline of your uniform. You lean against him before looking down at the ground all shy.

“Of course, you gave it to me as a gift. I love it.” You didn’t say anything else when Remus brought his hand under your chin.

“It’s been years and you still read it?” You nod at him when he made you look up at him.

“Why?” He asked, looking down at your face.

“It reminds me of Lily.” Remus was going to pull away at your answer. Perhaps he thought wrong, he thinks to himself. Maybe you didn’t feel anything for him.

“I think of you too, Remus.” He comes to a halt. "I imagine what it would be like to go to school with you."

"I imagine that too." Remus admitted. "I would walk you to your classes. I'll take you to the Black Lake and to the Astronomy Tower. Then at the weekends, I'll take you out to Hogsmeade."

"I would have love that." You tell him. "Lily told me that the Astronomy Tower is usually where people go to.." You don't finish your sentence, there was no need because Remus knew. People go up there when feeling frisky.

He chuckles and rub the back of his neck avoid eye contact with you. You knew it was now or never when Remus began to stutter, trying to come up with something.

“I want to tell you something. It might seem dumb to you because I'm your best friend's little sister. I like you and before you say anything. I’m sure there are pretty witches at your school and you might have someone already but I like you, Remus. I like you a lot.” Remus felt you about to back away when he didn’t say anything.

He quickly leans down to kiss your lips, give you a peck. Sirius’ words echoed in his mind about telling you the truth.

“Remus..” You said his name softly.

“I like you too.” Remus shyly said as he pulled you into his chest.

“I like you so much that I don’t even look at the witches in school. I don’t care that you’re a muggle.” Remus said easing your insecurities.

When it was time to leave, Remus didn’t want to go. There was one last week until starting a new school year. He had begged his parents to let him stay for a few more weeks after the house party. Your relationship with him blossomed after that night. When he stayed over at the Evans, he slept on the couch. Every night he stayed, he waited up for you to quietly go down the stairs. He would bite his bottom lip to not make a noise when you straddle him to kiss him. Making out until dawn and talking in hushed whispers about his interests and yours, talking about books and movies.

When it was time to go, Lily’s father was nice enough to take me to the train station. Remus and you were behind the house away from everyone, he towered over you as he kissed you.

“Write to me. Promise me you’ll write to me.” He begs as he nuzzles into your neck.

“I will. I promise it. Once a week.” Remus shakes his head. “Everyday.” You looked at him with wide eyes and repeated it in a shocking tone.

“Your owl will get tired.” Remus shakes his head once more.

“I’ll give him treats and feed him more.” Remus said with a smile before sighing.

“I’m going to miss you.” Remus told you sadly.

“One more year and you’re out.” You whispered to him as you kissed him. You pulled away at the sound of Lily calling for him and you.

Remus wants to tell you about Moony. He really did it every time he was going to bring it out, something or someone will get in the way. He was sure that you were going to break up with him once you found out. It was crazy enough that he was a wizard but he’s a werewolf as well. Remus was deep in thought as he gave Mr. Evans his luggage so he could put it in the trunk of his car.

“Bye, Moony!” Remus' head shot up and saw you waving at him by the front door. Lily comes out behind you and waves bye at Remus.

It was a week back in school and Remus was eating breakfast when the mail started to fly in. One by one owls came flying though and dropped letters and mail to the students. Remus knew you wouldn’t write back. You knew his nickname. Moony, he was pretty sure you were smart enough to figure it out. He didn’t mention it to Lily about it. Afraid to ruin his friendship with her but he told Sirius it.

“Oh! Moony!” Sirius shouted as he watched the white envelope slowly falling down in front of Remus.

Remus looks up from his plate and stands up, reaching to grab the letter. Sirius looks over as Remus quickly opens it. Sirius can’t help but smile at the sight of his best mate looking happy as he read the letter from you.

"She knows." Remus said looking at Sirius. "And?" Sirius asked worry as Remus went back to read the letter.

"If you think being one will make me like you less. You are wrong, Remus Lupin." They shared a smile and Remus pulls out a red scrunchie from inside the envelope. Remus pulls his sleeves up so he can put it around his wrist.

Sirius turns back to his plate and raises a brow when he notices a letter next to him. Opening it up, he can’t fight the urge to smile wide when he sees it was from Mike.

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puppy love and flowers — remus lupin

▸summary: he's absolutely sure he loves you. he's absolutely sure you love him. flowers aren't given to just anybody.

▸characters: remus lupin x f! reader, lil snippets of james and sirius and peter

▸tw: hay fever, small sadness moment

▸a/n: consider this my apology for the previous angst post. also, look at the guy. he's a smol bean

REMUS LUPIN WAS a sucker for a good bouquet. He'd always want to give them to you, yet he could never find the moment. There'd always be something that would stop him.

Today was one of the days where his plans were smudged.

It was a Hogsmeade day, so naturally, he with his posse decided to head into the town to scope out bouquets. There was one he'd seen little bit ago that he was fidgeting to buy. It was a beautiful set of red and white roses with baby's breath surrounding them. They were your favourite flowers.

Sirius Black had never felt so depressed than when he had watched his friends realise that the 'sold out' sign was for the bouquet he wanted to get for you. He felt so out of place when Remus looked like he had just been deprived of his natural resource of chocolate.

"Why not just get her different flowers?" the Black boy asked, awkwardness coating his very body in a tense feeling.

Remus sighed. "But those were for her. They were like, specifically crafted just so that she could have them. And now they're gone. And I still haven't gotten her flowers!"

James sympathised more with Remus that Sirius could. James often got flower for Lily from this very shop. Albeit, she always threw them out when she got them, but it was the thought that counted. Peter didn't say anything. He was too busy drawing stars in the snow.

The bespectacled boy put his hand on Remus' shoulder, noticing his friend's eyes welling with tears. "It's alright, mate. There's always tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day."

"But I wanted to get her those today."

There was something so frustrating about not getting something done on the day you planned. You'd feel so incomplete in your tasks, and he'd never get to sleep tonight. Well, he might drift off if he cried long enough.

The walk back to the dorms was long and awkward and tense and depressing. There were so many emotions. Remus has just been thwarted yet again in his attempts to woo you. Peter was plucking the snow off of his mittens one by one.

"Damn, mate, you are so in deep," Sirius teased, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean, I've heard of puppy love, but this just takes the cake."

"Is that supposed to be a pun?" Remus muttered. It was kinda funny.

"I suppose so."

They had only gotten to the dorm when they heard the girls. They were laughing. No, hang on. They were shrieking. And... sneezing?

The four boys entered the common room to find Lily and Marlene holding onto furniture for dear life, their faces as red as their ties. Marlene tried to heave in a breath and little was wiping her face.

And then you sneezed. They erupted into laughter again.

"What on earth is going on?" James asked, confusion filling his bloodstream. The girls couldn't find the words, too busy giggling, so you decided to speak.

"I bought flowers for Remus," you started, your nose stuffed, "and I have just found out that I am, in fact, deathly allergic to flowers."

You sneezed again. The girls didn't completely fall apart, but they still chuckled.

Remus looked at you with those big eyes of his. "You got me flowers?"

"Yeah," you said sheepishly. "I though it'd be a nice surprise, but now I'm covered in snot, my nose and throat hurts, my head kinda aches, and my eyes are red."

You sneezed, and Remus started laughing. He rested his head on your shoulder, despite your protests.

"How did you never realise you had a tendency to get hay fever?" Sirius asked, trying to stifle his own chuckles.

"I don't know. It doesn't get this bad at home. The flowers there are small, and here, I don't go out much in the spring. It's too warm. Plus, it's not like I get up close and personal with flowers now, do I?"

"Yeah, but still. It's hay fever, it's a pretty common thing."

"Like I said," you sneezed again, away from Remus' face, "there just wasn't enough for me to notice." You paused for a second. "I always wondered why I got the sniffles in the springtime. I thought it was just spring colds."

James grinned. "Well, now you know."

You sneezed twice more, Remus brushing the hair out of your sweaty face.

"I think we need to rescue you from your natural foe." He guided you by the hand outside of the common room, and he stole a glance back at the flowers you had bought for him, his heart swelling.

Red and white roses surrounded with baby's breath.

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.2 K Warnings: None Prompt: It's time to get back at Severus for being a constant ass... This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 37: Gimme, Gimme, Gimme (A Man After Midnight)

You had retired to one of the tables alongside Remus to explain your plan. It was simple enough to execute, and it wouldn’t cause any harm. Well, as long as Ackley’s prank treats didn’t cause any harm, since your entire plan depended on those.

“You think it’ll work?” you asked him.

He bit his lip, a small frown adorning his handsome features as he thought about it, about 5 seconds later he nodded, a small smile spreading on his lips. “You’re a brilliant little witch, aren’t you?”

You beamed at his praise, standing just a bit straighter as he said it, and leaned in just a little closer to him, cheeks brushing against each other as you went over the plan by whispering into each other’s ear.

“Mister Lupin, Miss (Y/LN), pleasure to see you here,” a voice said from behind. You turned to your teacher with a smile.

“Professor Slughorn, we must thank you for the invitation.”

He nodded, “Oh no, the gratitude is mine, such a lovely presence adorning the party,” he said. “I see you’ve made an interesting choice,” he said, now turning straight to you, “How did Mister Black take it?”

Remus looked at you from the side, seeming weary at Slughorn’s question, you simply smiled at the teacher, “Sirius is more than okay with it,” you reassured. “In fact, he did mention he wasn’t a big fan of Christmas parties.”

Slughorn raised his eyebrows and nodded, you tightened your smile, then another wizard approached Slughorn. “Ah, Roan,” he said with a smile as he pulled the young man and placed a hand on his back, having him face the two of you, “These are some of my best students,” he said pointing at both you and Remus. “Exceptional Wizards,” he praised, “Remus is clever and strong, and this young lady here is brilliant at charms and hexes, I would know, she accidentally hexed one of my kids,” he said, hailing the way you had confringoed Evan. “Very advanced spells I tell you, they would both be brilliant additions to your department,” he said.

The man smiled, he was slightly shorter than Remus, but held his head high with a smile and a rather prideful look, not in a bad way though, Roan, reminded you a lot of Nightshade actually, that same regal look, thought his hair was a lighter brown and his skin was a lot more tan in comparison to her. He extended his hand to Remus. “Roan Elnore,” he said, “pleasure to meet you both.” Once he shook Remus’ hand, he extended it towards you. His hand was rough and strong, on the smaller side compared to your boys’ thought.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Elnore,” you responded.

“Please, call me Roan,” he said with a laugh, “Mr. Elnore is my father.”

“Roan,” you said with a smile, you didn’t miss the way Remus stepped closer to you after that, as if protectively, or perhaps, possessively. Roan didn’t miss it either and he took a short step back, that’s when you noticed a sharp claw mark that shone from behind his ear to almost the front of his neck, it was outside of Remus’ field of vision, and you weren’t sure if Roan had purposely moved his head in such a way that’d you’d have to notice or if you had just perceived it that way.

But the scar almost made you lean closer, it was dreadfully similar to the ones that covered Remus’ body, and to the three –now healing– marks across your arm. You almost stepped closer to try and perceive it better but held back when you realised, again, that Remus’ shoulder was almost in front of yours, impeding you from walking any closer.

“Your department?” Remus asked.

Slughorn smiled as if he had been waiting for one of you to ask. “Ah yes, Roan here, works for the ministry, why don’t you tell them all about it while I go greet some more guests?” Slughorn said as he patted Roan on the back and moved to talk to some other students.

Roan laughed awkwardly, “Some things never change, do they?” he said with an awkward smile, “I work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures,” he said with a smile, Remus tensed and it was you who stepped closer to him this time around.

“Oh, really?” you said, mustering a charming smile as you attempted to divert the attention from Remus, “And what do you do?”

“I oversee the Registry of Dangerous Creatures,” he said simply. “We basically have to make sure all creatures like goblins, giants, trolls, dragons, werewolves, etc. are identified and–”

You could feel Remus tense even further and you casually dragged your hand to his, taping your finger over his until he wrapped it around yours, you tightened it reassuringly. “Punished?” Remus offered.

“Salazar No!” Roan answered as he shook his head, “I know some people who despise dangerous magical creatures, yes, but while they are dangerous because it’s in their nature, it doesn’t mean they’re not either provoked or without the capacity to control themselves,” he explained. “Werewolves, for example, can be extremely dangerous, but only a few times a year.”

You smiled at that, “Yeah, I agree,” you responded. “Most ‘dangerous’ magical creatures are only such a thing because we have invaded their natural habitat and provoked them.”

“Exactly!” Roan said as he leaned onto you, clearly happy that you understood exactly what he meant. “It’s what I’ve been trying to convince the ministry of,” he explained, “It’s a tough battle, but I don’t plan on giving up.”

“We’d both be pleased to help,” you said with a smile, now paying a closer look to his scar, it most definitely looked werewolf-infringed.

“Roan, darling!” you heard a familiar voice approach and were slightly taken aback when you witnessed the way Seraphina wrapped her arms around the young man and pulled him into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said with a smile, looking at her with adoration. You turned to Remus and he gave you an equally confused look.

Roan pressed a short kiss to her lips and then turned back to you, “Do you also teach this young couple? Slughorn was giving me all sorts of praises for the two of them.”

Remus pulled his hand away from you in an instant, feeling nervous after giving the man such an impression.

Seraphina, who had her hands on Roan’s arm turned to you, a kind of shine in her eyes you saw only when you cast the right spell on a duel, or when you got the answer to a question correct, “They’re not a couple darling,” she explained simply. “And yes, I do teach them, in fact, I’ve talked to you about her,” she said pointing at you, “She’s my star duelist.”

“It is her?” he asked with raised eyebrows and Seraphina smiled and nodded in return, you swallowed at that, “You’re Silas’ daughter?” he asked almost in disbelief.

You nodded in return. “And that’s Remus Lupin,” she said, emphasising his last name.

“Blimey, you’re the son of my boss,” he said with a gasp. Remus smiled awkwardly, he had never been the son of anyone’s boss before, and while he knew his father worked at the Ministry, he didn’t know of him having many people working directly for him at the department, but he had been working there for almost as many years his own age, so in a way, it made sense. Regardless, Remus felt like Roan was placing him on the same level as you, as if your father’s exceptional political career was equal to his own father’s. He had never felt like that before. Always failing to understand the weight on James’ or Sirius’ shoulders after coming from pureblood families.

“You’ve met Lyall?” you said curiously, “I’ve only ever heard from him. Hopefully, I’ll get to meet him soon.”

“He’ll be delighted by such a bright young witch, surely,” Roan replied.

“Certainly,” agreed Seraphina.

“You are married?” you asked, looking at the two of them with a charming smile, following along the conversation and changing the focus when you noticed Remus didn’t seem too comfortable with them speaking about his father or the registry. Remus, on the other hand, was absolutely impressed with how well you were handling the conversation. It’s not that he struggled to maintain conversations, but you managed to keep the talk flowing with a rather effortless approach.

And it wasn’t because you were particularly outgoing, but you had been to several political events with your parents, so you had kept a lot of conversations with older people before, you were awfully used to the politics, and you had developed a way to use your charm to veer conversations in whichever way you needed them to go, in this case, away from Remus and his father’s work.

Seraphina smiled at your boldness, “Not yet darling, we decided to wait a little bit more until things were less complicated and we could make a big party with no looming danger,” she said. “Roan here has a lot of family members, and they sure would be offended if we made a party without inviting them.”

“She says that, but it’s her family that would be really offended,” the man reproached. “And trust me, you do not want to cross the Nightshades,” he leaned a little closer. “They can be terrifying sometimes.”

You smiled at that, giving a small look at Nightshade before nodding in agreement, yes, she was stunning, but that didn’t take away her presence, she was delightful in a rather icy way, like an ice queen that could freeze you if you did something that could upset her, and yet, you still liked her very much.

Nightshade jokingly shoved Roan by the shoulder, it was rather interesting to see this side of her, a lot more playful and youthful in comparison to the much more stoic ballerina vibe she gave off as a teacher, it made you wonder how she might have been when she was just a student.

You had taken the moment Roan leaned closer to pay a little more attention to his scar, and then when he was shoved by Nightshade, you noticed there was another one peeking from his long-sleeved shirt, barely a the tail of a scar, but you had seen similar ones, on Remus’ hands.

“Are you planning anything tomorrow?” You asked the two of them. “I mean, I know it’s the last day of class and you must be rather busy with grading and such, but we were thinking of preparing a small dinner,” you said pointing at both you and Remus, “With the rest of our friends, of course. And if you’re still around, Roan, you’re more than welcome to come.”

Remus, whose hand had at some point travelled to your arm by crossing his behind you, squeezed as if trying to remind you what day tomorrow would be, but you being so calm with stating you would have a dinner had thrown him off guard too, since obviously you had planned no such thing. You didn’t pay much mind to it, almost completely focused on Nightshade who gave you a sharp look, almost telling you she had understood exactly what you were doing while narrowing her eyes. You gave her a soft look in return, even throwing in a bit of a tight-lipped smile.

Roan’s breath caught in his throat for only a second before he turned to you, “Oh, thank you for the invitation, but I must get back to London with Seraphina early in the morning, we still have some business in the ministry.”

“Of course, do not worry, I’m sure we’ll get more than enough time to meet again on a different day,” you said. “Anyway, Rem and I were just about to walk over to the food table when Slughorn came over,” you explained, “would you like us to bring you something?”

“No darling, we just ate,” Nightshade said as she sent a courteous nod to both you and Remus and started moving towards a different place.

“It was nice to meet you guys, if you’re ever over at the ministry, I’d love to see you,” he said as he followed his girlfriend along.

Both you and Remus walked over to the sweets table and then towards one of the corners of the room, “What was that about the party?”

You turned to him, almost peering through your lashes before raising your head, a small smile on your lips, Remus thought he’d never seen such an angelic look on someone with a smirk before. “You didn’t see Roan’s scars, did you?” Remus tilted his head. “He had one on his neck,” you whispered, bringing your hand up to his and tracing your finger over the same area but on his skin. Remus almost shivered at your touch, your hand was cold from the drink you had grabbed at the table, and you assumed that had been the reason for the way his breath hitched on his throat and pulled your hand back.

You then brought your hand up and traced your finger over it too, going first over the long sleeve of your dress near your upper arm and then just for a second touching your own skin. “He had another one there.”

“Well, he works with magical creatures, dad also has a few of those,” Remus said, missing your point, and perhaps a little annoyed at the fact that you had been paying such close attention to Roan.

“Yeah, but they didn’t look like just any scar, think of Alastor Moody, I’m sure you’ve seen at least a few pictures of him on the paper, his scars are different.”

“How come?”

You let your hand hover over your arm before deciding it would be a bad idea to remind Remus of the now-scarring tissue on your shoulder and decided to grab his hand instead. “They looked like this,” you said as you let your finger brush lightly over one of his scars. “The same depth, tones, tightness.”

“Are you implying that–”

“I thought I was imagining things, but I’ve gotten pretty used to the way they look, Remus, I’ve seen them up close,” you took a deep breath, as you moved your shoulder just slightly, almost involuntarily but Remus noticed. “They were the same.”

“So– whatever did it must have been–”

“Like you,” you concluded. “Roan said they were only dangerous at certain points of the year. He even said he was trying to persuade the ministry. That's a pretty solid stance on werewolves compared to the rest of the people.”

“He didn’t have as many of them,” Remus said, remembering some of the scars on his own face and the rest of his body, some you had seen, some you hadn’t. Even some already healing you had unwittingly caused the previous moon. It was silly really, how the two of you had scarred each other when you were the last people who would willingly hurt the other.

You nodded, “Threw me off guard too,” you admitted. “But he’s older, Remus, and some time ago Nightshade admitted she knew what you were when she got hired, that she was close to Dumbledore even before she was a teacher here, and I just thought… What if he hired her because she already knew how to deal with, well you know.”

“But the scars, it still doesn’t–”

“That’s why I invited them to dinner.”

“He said he had to work,” Remus said with a shrug. “He could have been telling the truth, although…”

“You smelled his nervousness, didn’t you? I wasn’t paying attention to their answers, but rather, to their reactions. Nightshade threw me a look I know well, a warning. I think she knows I was close to figuring it out… and then there was the way Roan was holding his breath, I mean I cannot smell nervousness, not when I’m not Vixen, but I can see it. And you? Tonight especially.”

Remus was frowning, looking at the floor and yet nowhere in particular as he bit his lip. He’s thinking, you realised. It was a look you had seen him make more than once when he was analysing situations, then he turned to you, his brown eyes could easily let you see how worried he was, “He smelled funny.”

“You think he’d notice the same about you?”

Remus sighed heavily, “I don’t know,” he admitted. “There’s a lot of people, I was paying close attention because-” he trailed off as if he didn’t know what exactly to say after that.

You looked at him, now analysing the situation at hand. The way he had stepped over you protectively, and how he had been looking at Roan rather intently. Roan was handsome. Not your type of handsome but attractive nonetheless. What if Remus was attracted to him…? You almost felt your cheeks warm at the thought crossed over your head. You couldn’t have drawn a more faulty conclusion. For someone who had identified a werewolf after one simple talk, you had, so far, been terrible at realising your friend’s feelings for you.

“You were curious,” you offered, giving Remus an easy way out, and he nodded. It was better for you to think that, than knowing that, in reality, he had actually been smelling the way you reacted to Roan. But most of all, he was trying to make sure that you still smelled like him. He almost couldn’t live without being able to feel his scent all over you and Sirius anymore. He sometimes wondered if that was the wolf, or if he was just possessive like that. More often than not it was hard for him to draw the line where Moony ended and Remus started.

“Yeah,” he added.

“He seems like a convenient friend to have,” you said.

“What if he’s evil though? What if he’s with the other werewolves, like Forrester or… Greyback?” You knew what a delicate subject Greyback was to Remus, he had told you the story of how he’d ended up being a werewolf. He had told you about Lyall and his prejudice and how Greyback had escaped and then taken revenge on him by using his child.

You placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “He wouldn’t be with Nightshade,” you said, “She’s too sharp and perceptive. You know she was offered to work with Moody but rejected being an auror in favour of coming here?”

“Really?”

You nodded, “Dumbledore asked her to do it, and she was thrilled to teach DADA,” you told him. “If Roan was dodgy, she would have already sent him to Azkaban.”

“Maybe she’s blinded by love.”

You smiled at that, “You really think someone could be blind enough not to see a deatheater?”

Remus thought about it, if either you or Sirius were deatheaters, he for sure wouldn’t have noticed. “Would you ever suspect Sirius to be one?”

“Of course not,” you said honestly.

“You’re in love,” he said with a shrug.

“You wouldn’t suspect him either, and it’s not because you’re in love with him.” If only you knew. “It’s because you know him, because he’s your friend.”

“Maybe we’re blinded by the love we have for our friends too.” You looked at him with a smile and pushed with your shoulder just a little. “What?”

“I think we’re passed Pissy Moony and we have Sad Moony instead.”

He gasped, a smile playing on his lips regardless, “You think I’m saying that because of the moon?” You shrugged, mirroring his simile and raising one of your eyebrows as you did. “How would you feel if I said the same when you’re on your period?”

You snickered at that. “Well I do get a little pissy sometimes,” you said with a shrug.

“You’ll admit you get pissy on your period just to maintain your argument?”

You pretended to think about it for a second and then nodded. “You know, it’s kind of nice.”

“Getting pissy on your period?” he teased.

You shoved him in response, “No silly, having a friend who understands,” you said. “A male friend that understands,” you clarified. He raised an eyebrow at that and you shrugged. “You’ve always been more understanding, it’s probably why Lily had a crush on you in 3rd year.”

“She what?” Remus gaped.

“You’re telling me she never told you? She said she did!”

Remus thought back, and then remembered. Lily had said he liked him, in potions at some point when they were partners, but she had said it in such a casual way, Remus didn’t actually realise what she meant, he had been rather worried about other things he was discovering about himself back then, especially the kind of things that he couldn’t exactly talk about with other people. “I thought that was… I thought she meant it platonically.”

You responded to that with a simple incredulous look.

“I said thanks!” he said afterwards, you busted out into a laugh, looking at him as you bit your lip, he was slightly red, and looked adorable all flustered. You were looking at him fondly when you felt someone pushing you as they walked, forcing you to crash against his chest. You were a little stunned by such an unexpected fast movement and had grabbed onto his arms to keep yourself from falling, Remus had done the same to you, holding you just tight enough for you not to fall.

You stayed in Remus’ familiar embrace for just a couple of seconds before turning your head to look at the person who had pushed you, half expecting them to say they were sorry when you noticed who it had been. Fucking prick, you thought as you saw Severus walk towards Barty with his head held haughtily high.

You looked up at Remus, a determined look on your face he instantly identified as your need for payback. Severus had been a total prick all night and no matter how upset Lily had been with you, you were going to retaliate, and not with poisonous words this time around. You leaned back onto Remus, “You already know the plan.”

Remus only nodded with a smile, he wondered if that was what you did on your dates with Sirius too, be all over each other and plan sneaky pranks. Of course, he did it unconsciously, and almost felt bad for even thinking of it, but if that was how it was, he thought it would be splendid.

You walked over to Johnny Ackley as he kept an eye on the Slytherins. Once you reached the boy, you gave him your charming smile, to which he responded with a quirked eyebrow, “May I help you?”

“Indeed you may,” you responded, grin growing ever wider. “I’ve heard you’re an entrepreneur, great businessman too.”

He smiled at your use of words to describe him, “You’ve come for a bargain?”

“Indeed,” you replied with a smile. “Now I don’t want any Rumpelstiltskin tricks to be pulled under your sleeves. Tell me your exact price after I’ve made my request. How many of those trick treats do you have left in your tray.”

“I have only one safe one left,” he replied honestly. “But I’d give it to you for free.”

You let out a breathy laugh at his smile, he wasn’t half bad at this game, from what you’d heard you’d expected him to be a little less capable as a businessman, but he clearly knew that was not the reason you had approached. “Good, because I need that one out of the tray before we make a deal.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, “You cannot kill anyone with these,” he joked.

You scoffed playfully in response, “Why exactly would you think I– Actually, never mind,” you said, and then proceeded, “you said one of those gives bad breath?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, someone’s already taken that one,” he said with an apologetic look, “looking to get away from your date?”

“What?! Not at all! Remus is great!” You weren’t sure why the thought of someone implying you’d want to get away from Remus had upset you so much, but you choked it up to the fact that he was your best friend and that you had to defend his honour because of it. “I’m looking to get back at someone who has been pushing people around since they got here.”

“Ah, of course. Unfortunately, Severus didn’t want to have any of these,” he said as he pushed the tray up just a little, “I’ve offered a few times already.”

You huffed a laugh. “Of course, but you haven’t tempted, not in a way that matters to him,” you said with a smirk, the kind of expression someone who had a plan would make, “what other things do they do?”

Now it was his turn to smirk, and he pointed at one of the treats, “Makes your headache,” he turned his finger to a different one, “gives you the hiccups,” he hovered to another one, “makes you horny–”

“Wait, really?” you asked.

“Want to give it a try?” he teased.

You almost punched him. “That seemed like a terrible trick to play on someone. Could have some nasty uses. You sure you wouldn’t get expelled if they find you out?”

“Not that horny, jeez,” he said. “Belby helped me develop some of these, they are safe and recreational.” He then hovered his pointed finger back on the tray. “Gives you a terrible stomach ache, you can only get rid of it by dancing or kissing someone. And this one–” he said pointing at one with what looked like grey scales on top, “twists all your words so you say the exact opposite of what you mean.”

You smiled at that, instantly knowing which one would be useful for Severus and his nasty little mouth, “Green is the only one that’s good, right?” Ackley nodded in response. “And the price?”

“A piece of your hair.”

You frowned at that. You knew what people could do with hair, you did not want anyone going around with your face. “Hell no!”

“Do you even know how precious it could be? I know people who would pay so much for it!” he tried to reason. “We could even split the profits.”

“For my hair?”

“Hey! A lot of people have a crush on the new quidditch player,” he stated. “I’m sure they’d have a kick with polyjuice and someone willing to help.”

“Ugh, gross!” You said, honestly horrified at that.

“And people also like Sirius,” he said thoughtfully, “would you consider it cheating if someone had polyjuiced themselves onto you?”

You looked positively scandalized by the idea, “Well of fucking course it would be!”

Ackley shook his head as he tsked, “It’s a million-dollar idea, I’m telling you! You lack vision!”

“You wouldn’t sell your hair if you knew they were gonna use it to satisfy some weird as fuck kink!” He gave you the kind of look that clearly said he would and you scoffed.

“Okay, I assume Remus, Sirius and James’ hair is also off the question? What about Lily’s? Or Tom’s?”

“Ackley, I’m not giving you the hair of any of my friends.”

“Your loss,” he said with a shrug. In truth, Ackley did not expect you to agree to either of those requests, but he also knew he wouldn’t lose anything by trying, especially not when you had come to him for help, “If it’s not hair then… would you be willing to brew a potion for me?”

“What potion?”

“I overheard you talking with McGonagall after the game, I reckon she’ll give you the recipe for a contraceptive potion. Think you’ll be able to brew it?”

Fucking hell, now it wasn’t only McGonagall who thought you and Sirius were nothing but horny teenagers. “Yeah, of course, I can brew a batch.”

“Fantastic, they sell incredibly well,” he said with a smile. “But I lost my dealer last year.”

“It will only be one batch though!” you added, a little more vocalised this time around, trying to make it clear.

“Of course, of course. That’s fine though, the scarcity will make it more expensive. I’m terrible at brewing, but I’ll get you all the ingredients you need once you send me an owl with the list, does that sound fair?”

You smiled, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal, Johnny.”

He gave you a short wink and nodded at that, “And a good one indeed.” He then looked over your shoulder, at the Slytherin boys. “What’s the plan?”

“Just show up near us and offer some treats in a few minutes, play along if necessary. Remus and I will do the heavy lifting.”

“Easy enough,” he said with a nod and disappeared in the crowd.

You smiled and walked back to Remus, he was a lot closer to the boys and you started a casual conversation with him, telling him about some of the homework you were supposed to do over the break and asking, subtly –according to you– what he’d like to get on Christmas. Now it’s not that Remus realised you were asking him for your own sake either, he was rather enthralled by your talking to pay much attention to your not-so-subtle questions.

“What did you ask Father Christmas to bring over?” you asked him. He quirked an eyebrow giving you an incredulous look, “Aw come on! You cannot tell me you’re too old for presents.”

He shrugged in response. “I’m not sure, back in the house my parents always got me rather practical things, well except for mom, she always got me muggle toys.”

“Really? Were they fun?”

“Some of them, for sure. I once got a small broom horse that my father enchanted so I could use it to fly! It only allowed me to go up a few feet, but it was incredible!”

You gasped at that. “Really?”

He nodded, “And at some point, they even got me a muggle hamster, he was horrified of me though, had to give the poor thing away.”

You gave him a pitiful look. “At least our children like us both equally,” you said, thinking of Pyro and Nummie. You and Remus had already developed a whole system that would keep them fed while you were out on vacation, they had already gotten wide enough to be dangerous when transporting them home. Remus chuckled at that, letting his mind wander just for a second, he could never have children, not with his condition. What if his child ended up like him? The fantasy was nice, though. You looked to the side, Ackley still wasn’t close. “But… what would you like to get now?”

He shrugged, “I’m not sure, to be honest. Maybe a jumper or something. You keep stealing those.”

You gasped at that, swatting him playfully on the shoulder. “For the scent thing.”

“Nah, you’ve been stealing them even before the scent thing,” he said, and it was true, not that he minded it much, he loved it when he got them back and they smelled like you and Sirius. You shook your head in response.

“But what do you actually want, though?” and then you gave him a look. “Don’t think practical, be delusional about it if you need to.”

Delusional? I’d like to have you and Sirius… at the same time, he thought. “Haven’t really thought about it, maybe something comforting? Or a cool band T, like the ones Sirius has…” alternatively one from him. “What about you? What do you want to get for Christmas?”

It was your turn to shrug now, “Not sure either,” you answered sincerely. “I was thinking of getting a muggle gaming console, but I highly doubt it will work with the magical fields here in Hogwarts, so getting it on the summer break might be better.” Remus agreed with a simple humm. “If I do get something muggle it will be like Sirius’ cube.”

“He hates it,” he told you. “He’s been struggling to solve the puzzle since he got it. I think he’ll end up transfigurating it or something.”

You giggled, the image of Sirius struggling with the cube diverting you more than it should. Sirius was always very capable, so thinking that a muggle puzzle would frustrate him, was rather amusing. You could almost picture him throwing the cube to the wall in a very child-like tantrum after trying for very long and not achieving much with it. Perhaps that’s why he was already rather cranky back when you had worn Minho’s sweater. “I feel like Dromeda gave it to him on purpose.”

“Oh, she must definitely did,” Remus agreed with a smile. “We should write her a letter, telling her that her gift was an absolute success.”

“You think she wouldn’t mind? I mean, us writing her even though I don’t actually know her personally?”

“I’m sure she’s heard lots about you, bet she’d be more than thrilled to hear from her new cousin.”

You pushed Remus lightly after that, he knew Andromeda had heard about you already, she had sent him a letter a little after Sirius sent her one mentioning you were now in Hogwarts too. She wanted to know every single thing about you. Of course, Remus, who already considered you wonderful, ended up sending her a rather short and concise story telling her just that, but that if she needed any more information she was to ask Sirius instead because he was not about to meddle in his best friend’s business anymore.

“Treats?” Johnny said as he approached, offering them to some other students but moving rather fast before they even got to dig their hands inside the platter. He passed by you and moved towards the Slytherins.

“Hold up, wait!” you said as he looked your way, the platter on display right in front of the Slytherins. You turned to Remus and called his attention by tapping the back of your hand softly on his chest, “I tried the pink one earlier,” you said. “It was delicious, you should try it,” you said then as you approached Johnny.

Severus gave you a look, at both you and Remus approaching and then turned to the platter, there was one pink one left. So, naturally, and with the intention to piss you off, he took a hold of it and plopped it onto his mouth.

Jonathan Ackley turned to him shocked, but managed to keep it together and hold the snigger threatening to leave his mouth. He had tried to get Severus to eat one of his trick treats so many times and it wasn’t until you and Remus intervened that he managed to do it.

“Oh, you wanted that one?” he asked with a clearly fake concerned expression. “I’m very sorry, I’m sure there are many others you could take instead.”

You looked at him with an annoyed expression, of course, he had just done exactly what you wanted him to do, but the way he had responded, the fact that he really thought he had taken the treat you wanted, it made your bIood boil. If there was anyone that could make the worst side of you flare up, it was Severus Snape. Exactly like it had happened earlier and with equally disastrous results –Lily was probably still angry at you.

“Well, that’s all right, Severus,” you said with the most neutral tone you could have mustered, “I can still take the purple one, I heard Imogen say it was good,” you said simply.

“Which one?” Barty said as he turned. “This one?” he asked as he plopped it into his mouth.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Ackley said, pretending to move the tray to the side, but Evan intervened and grabbed him by the arm. Softly, but firmly.

“What? Do you only give treats to the Gryffindors? I’m sure Slughorn wouldn’t be too happy you’re neglecting his own house,” he said as he grabbed onto one of the leftover treats and popped it into his mouth.

“Reggie, would you like one?” he asked, Regulus, who was a few steps behind, and talking to someone else, turned around, slightly oblivious to the situation at hand and nodded. You gave him a warning look and sneezed when he hovered his hand over some of the treats. He gave you a pointed look and hovered his hand over a different one, you sneezed again.

“Bless you,” Ackley said as he turned to you, eventually Regulus took hold of the one with the green mousse on top.

You breathed out calmly and then turned to him, “Thank you, Johnny.”

While Regulus savoured his treat, you realised Barty blinked a few times and left to the other side of the room. The headache treat he had taken, had been of fast action apparently.

Then James approached, placed an arm over Ackley’s shoulder and leaned over the tray. The Slytherins could not know of the involvement of either you or Remus in the little prank, so it’s not like you could actually stop James from taking one of the treats, but he already had one on his hands.

Fuck it’s that one, you thought as you looked, there was still one on the tray. It’s the stomach ache one, well getting a kiss will not be that hard for James, will it? Besides, it was a lot better than the alternative… You moved quickly, taking hold of the one that was left on the tray and turning to James. “Switch with me?” You asked politely. “I really want to try that one, yeah?”

“I don’t know, Vix,” James teased, Did he have no idea? He probably didn’t.

“James mate,” Remus intervened. “Be a gentleman, would you?” James gave him a look. “Follow the Marauder’s code.”

James narrowed his eyes at Remus but nodded, you quickly switched with him and James left with the treat on his hand.

You gave the small cookie one last look before plopping it in your mouth. Downing it all before Remus even got the idea of eating it instead of you, which you knew he would, but you also knew he’d be in a lot more trouble than you would be if he did take that particular treat.

“Delicious,” you said honestly.

“Of course it would be, you sensible girl,” Severus said.

You gave him an amused look, “I’m sorry, what?”

“I said you, sensible girl! What the heaven?” Severus looked genuinely confused. “BIood loyalist! What in the Godric Gryffindor have you not done to me?”

“Me?” you asked confused, “Whatever could I have done to you, Severus? I was just getting my own treat.”

Evan started to hiccup on the back, he looked uncomfortable more than anything, so he left to search for Barty a little later. Regulus was still standing there, looking like he was just understanding what was happening.

He gave you a complicit smile and turned to Severus with a rather confused stance, “I ate a treat too, and nothing’s happened to me.” He then proceeded to place his hand on Severus’ head, as if to check for temperature. Who would have thought Reggie could be so brazen?

Should have known, he’s Sirius’ little brother, after all.

“Put your hands on me, Regulus,” Severus spat, desperately, although his words didn’t match his tone.

Regulus pulled back with a frown, instantly recoiling after hearing Severus’ words, not because his tone had been imperious –that was always the case– but because of what he had demanded.

“Sev–” he asked cautiously, but he was interrupted by the boy whose name was uttered.

“It was that angel! She did not do this to me. Godric cherished heaves! This is exactly what I’m trying to say!”

You broke into a giggle then, “Well, Sev, I never thought you’d be giving me so many compliments in one go, but thank you very much.”

“You and you’re clever –cherished–”“ he looked genuinely frustrated, “–cherished heavens– your handsome fiend.”

“My handsome fiend?” you asked as if surprised. “I have no such thing,” you added with a devious smile. “You are my only fiend, Severus.”

Ackley had already bolted, but Remus and Regulus were still standing there, Remus looked like he was about to break into a laugh. Severus had turned red, “You stunning lady!”

“Woah, Severus, I have a boyfriend,” you teased further, just to spite him. It was almost funny that he was saying such nice things now, it really put into perspective how nasty he was on a daily basis.

“Sev, perhaps we should take you to the infirmary, you don’t look all right,” Regulus intervened again.

“Yes! I mean YES! Godric bless it! Cherished heavens, this is exhilarating.”

“Regulus is not wrong,” Remus said, in his always conciliating tone, “You should probably go to the infirmary.”

“You WILL go unharmed after this,” Severus said as he turned to you with a threatening finger.

You waved him a polite goodbye as Regulus took him away and got him to sit down at a nearby table while trying to calm him down.

“Didn’t you mention there was only one good treat left?” Remus asked once the two of you managed to catch your breath. You nodded in response, “Who took it? James? Reggie?”

“Could have been the one I ate…” you said defensively.

“Yeah sure, like I didn’t see you sneezing so Reg didn’t take the one that James took and you ended up chowing down in the end.”

“Reggie took the good one,” you admitted. “Saved James by giving one that wouldn’t affect him much.” Remus frowned when he saw James dancing next to Lily, he had been dancing before he went for the treats too, he probably wouldn’t even feel the effects of the potion. “Johnny said that one gave you a stomachache that could only be cured by dancing or kissing someone, I figured James would have obliged either one without giving it a second thought. Especially if he got yet another excuse to kiss Lily.

Remus gave you a long look and wondered what would have happened if you had taken that one. Would she have asked me to dance? To kiss her? Of course not, she has Sirius.

But what if Sirius wasn’t around, what if I was the last resort… would she kiss me then? “And the one you saved him from?”

You took a deep breath at that, thinking of the treat you had taken, red, the colour of lust, you thought, Ackley must have thought things through when he asked Kless for help.

“Nothing to worry about,” you said with a shrug, you weren’t sure how exactly the red treat would affect you, but you knew it would 100% be a lot worse on a man. “Trust me, I’d be worried if I was a boy.”

Remus frowned at that, “What do you mean you would be worried if– What on earth did you eat?!?!”

“Shhhhh,” you said, a little stressed. “It’s okay, Remus. Don’t stress about it, I won’t stress about it, and things will be alright,” you said as you turned to him, you hadn’t quite noticed how broad Remus’ shoulders were until they were right in front of your face. Actually, you might have noticed how broad they were before but you had never found them so attractive, had you?

Fuck, it’s taking effect, you thought as you looked at your friend and bit your lip, fucking hell. At least you could use curse words without them getting all twisted.

“You can’t just ignore feelings until they disappear,” he said, hypocrite, his own inner dialogue shouted back at him.

“Remus,” you whined, dragging out “e” from his name. “Please, please, let’s not talk about the potion I took and do something else instead?”

“Like what?”

Kissing in a broom closet, your brain shouted at you, you shoved the thought to the back of your head, “Dance?” you offered.

“Do the effects also go away with dancing?”

You looked to the side and thought about it. You guessed, in a way, they could. “Yes.”

The rest of the night went in an instant, between dancing and trying to focus on anything other than the fact that Remus looked damn good that day. From the moment he took off his suit coat and kept only his navy shirt, that was just the right amount of tight on him. Or the way the pants were also a little too tight and let you see his toned legs.

Warmth crept up your cheeks each time your gaze lingered a second too long on Remus, the guilt gnawing at you whenever your head started objectifying him, and the potion wasn’t half as bad as it could be, you weren’t needy or anything like that, but fucking hell did it make you insanely aware of how attractive your best friend was. It wasn’t torturous, except for the fact that you kept thinking that: that night, you’d be sleeping with him and Sirius.

That sounds terrible, you thought as you winced. Vixen and Padfoot would be sleeping with Remus because of the moon– yeah, that’s better.

“You all right?” Remus asked concerned as he saw the expressions you weren’t quite managing to hide appear on your face, winces, smiles, frowns, whatever was going on in your head, including a rather large inner monologue. Perhaps the potions were making you overthink stuff?

And boy were you most definitely overthinking stuff, way too much stuff, and all at the same time. If anything, you’d say the potion had made your mind work 10,000 kilometres an hour –you were doing that on your own– rather than making you exceptionally sensitive to teenage hormones –that was the actual potion’s work.

In fact, the potion wasn’t some frivolous “horny” concoction, like Ackley had described. Kless had tried to describe it to Ackley, to narrow down exactly what would be going on –chemically– on the person that took the potion, but Johnny had given up about halfway through and decided to call it a horny potion. That was nothing close to what the potion actually was. If anything, it was meant to reveal truths obscured by your own defences, a lot closer to what love potions did than it was to aphrodisiacs. In Kless’ own words, it was more “akin to a mirror for the soul rather than an instigator of base desires.”

The potion was a carefully elaborated brew that Kless had designed with slightly selfish purposes, he wanted to use it on himself. Now that sounds terrible when you think of it as a horny potion, but it was never that. In fact, Kless’ intention was just to make himself a little more sensible to his very own feelings. You see, what we know of love, is actually a series of rather complex chemical processes that happen in our brain, things involving neurotransmitters: dopamine –involves pleasure, rewards and motivation–, serotonin –which regulates the mood–, oxytocin –also known as the love hormone–, Norepinephrine –yeah, the same one that’s related to adrenaline–, endorphins and a myriad of other chemicals that would take much more dedication to explore, but Kless did it anyway.

Now his investigation had a reason –no he did not want to make a love potion– he wanted to know if he really liked someone in particular, and he knew that, while there were probably easier ways to tell if you liked someone (like those quizzes on Witch Weekly, and doing a bit of introspection) he also knew that a potion that allowed you see your own true feelings for someone could be really useful. So he gathered some interesting ingredients, that according to his research would help: Moonlit Petals (to enhance receptivity), Tears of a Siren (to increase the sensibility to pheromones), Crystalized Honeydew and a few other things that he thought would make an effective potion. He was about ready to present it to Slughron when he discovered his werewolf obsession and forgot about it altogether. That was until Johny had gone to him and revised his notes.

On the top page, he had written “HARNi” (Heightened Awareness Recreational Brew –Ni was a stand-in for things he didn’t have a proper name for yet), but Kless didn’t have the best handwriting and Johny read horny instead. And we already know how the story goes, Kless tried to explain and Johnny decided to keep the other name instead, he thought the results were similar enough to the meaning of the word anyway. So no, you had never taken a horny potion, what the potion was doing was only letting you see some things you had never been quite aware of before –or not as aware as you were in that particular moment, at least–. Not that you knew any of it, the potion had been presented to you as a “horny” potion and you had eaten the treat as if it had been just that. And whatever it was you were feeling for Remus at that moment, you had –as anyone would– set it down to the potion.

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Remus Lupin x reader words; 2226 (222 has been showing up EVERYWHERE and it's funny bc i found out my life path number is 11/2) song; Mine by T Swizzle (Taylor Swift) Warnings; death? idek gonna be working on requests for a while tonight by the way so expect more coming out! I just got my own henna cones bc im obsessed with henna i think it's so gorgeous (i would go to an actual henna artist to get it done bc i SUCK (for now) and we love supporting small businesses, but the only time there's one in my city is during the fair so i decided to buy my own) anywho have fun, LOVE YOU LOVING-AND-DREAMING <3

Oh-oh, oh-oh

You were in college working part time waitin' tables

Left a small town, never looked back

“Mr. Lupin, would you like to explain what is so interesting about Miss L/n, or may we continue with no distractions?” Professor McGonagall asked and I looked up from my paper as Sirius let out little laughs. Remus turned red as he smiled sheepishly at McGonagall.

“You may continue.” He said quietly and she nodded, smirking slightly.

“Thank you for your permission.” She said sarcastically and continued. Remus glanced at me again and I looked back down to my paper, pretending not to notice.

I was a flight risk with a fear of falling

Wonderin' why we bother with love if it never lasts

“Siriu-”

Sirius put his finger on my lips, silencing me as Remus tried to pull his friend away. “No, listen up, missy. I understand your parents suck at being married, mine do too, but that’s no reason to keep rejecting my poor best friend here when you’re obviously in love with him. You will go out with him, and you will have a good time. Understood?” He demanded and I nodded, flashing Remus a small smile.

I say, "Can you believe it?"

As we're lying on the couch

The moment, I can see it

Yes, yes, I can see it now

“I’m so glad you said yes.” Remus said softly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

I giggled quietly, “Yes, I am too, Rem.” I sighed happily as the fire quietly crackled, shaking my head slightly at the whole reason we were officially together. Damn Sirius.

Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

My laughter echoed throughout the courtyard as I ran from Remus as quickly as I could. My legs burned and they involuntarily slowed, allowing Remus to catch up to me and wrap his arms around me in a big hug, swinging us side to side as we both laughed loudly.

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing that's ever been mine

I slapped my hand over my mouth, trying to quiet my breathing as we hid from the caretaker. I looked at Remus with wide eyes and he just grinned at me, proud he finally got me to break a rule and go out past curfew. I shook my head, thankful my hand was covering the small smile gracing my lips.

Flash forward, and we're taking on the world together

And there's a drawer of my things at your place

“I’m home!” Remus called out loudly and I snorted, walking out of the kitchen and leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed.

“Just move in already.” I suggested and he smiled and shook his head.

“Sure.” He agreed and my eyes widened, my arms dropped to my sides as my back straightened out.

“Really?” He nodded with a smile and I laughed happily, throwing my arms around him in a big hug. “Finally.”

You learn my secrets, and you figure out why I'm guarded

You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

“We are not your parents, Y/n.” Remus said, trying to grab ahold of my hand but I pulled away, tears stinging my eyes.

“You’re not, Rem, you obviously aren’t. But what if I am?” I whispered, a tear falling down my cheek.

He wiped the tear away and let his hand rest on my face, “What if you aren’t?” He challenged, kissing my forehead softly.

But we got bills to pay

We got nothing figured out

“No, only two. If we have three, one will feel left out.” I said and Remus shook his head.

“No, everything happens in trios. They’re much better than duos.”

\ “I don’t care. Two is better anyway, easier to take care of.”

“But thre-”

I glared at the man in front of me, “I don’t care. Two cats, that’s it.”

When it was hard to take

Yes, yes, this is what I thought about

“You got three, didn’t you?” I asked as I stood at the front door, already hearing the loud meowing from inside.

Remus smiled sheepishly and shrugged, “Perhaps.”

Do you remember we were sitting there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

My hand flew to my mouth as waves crashed against the shore.

Remus knelt in front of me, a nervous smile on his face as James, Sirius, Lily, and the newest member of our family, Harry, stood around us. Sirius held tightly onto the big camera as he chanted yes.

“Remus- yes, oh my, yes!” I exclaimed, not giving him time to stand up and instead kneeled down to kiss him, forgetting about the ring as his back hit the sand, our laughter following as a loud click and flash filled our senses.

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing that's ever been mine

“Remember, no cake in my face.” I warned Remus as we were about to cut our wedding cake.

He smiled, “Of course.”

I winked to Sirius, who once again had a camera, and held in my laughs as the knife sunk into the cake. Instead of waiting for the piece to be fully cut, I grabbed a chunk of cake from the opposite side - the camera clicked and flashed - and smashed it into Remus’ face. He froze before wiping the cake from his eyes and looking at me with a familiar glint in his eyes.

“I’m gonna get you.”

Do you remember all the city lights on the water?

You saw me start to believe for the first time

The lights of the eiffel tower shined brightly onto the water as I watched with awe in my eyes. Remus looked at me fondly, love coursing through his veins as he gazed at his wife.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and I looked at him, a blush spilling over my cheeks. Truthfully, he was the beautiful one. The way the lights highlighted his face and sparkled in his honey brown eyes entranced me as I smiled.

“You’re beautiful, as well.”

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Oh-oh, oh

Remus narrowed his eyes at the girl Sirius brought to Christmas dinner. Usually, it didn’t matter to him what anyone was wearing, as long as they liked it it was fine. But wearing something that's easily comparable to what a stripper would wear to a dinner where you were informed about children being present, was a little far.

“Remus.” I gently grabbed his hand. “I know you don’t like her, I don’t either, but please be civil.”

“What if we prank her?” He whispered back.

I snorted, but my smile dropped as I realized he was being serious, “No, what?”

He nodded, “Please?”

I hesitated before sighing, “Fine. Let’s do it.”

I quietly walked back from the bathroom and froze as I saw the prank had worked. Sirius’ new girl was screeching loudly as her skin turned green and warts popped up randomly. I looked Remus in the eye as he held in his laughter. I winked at him and he smiled proudly, we did it. The best part, by far, was the loud giggling of baby Harry as he watched the witch begin to cry angrily. I picked up the boy and laughed with him, gently tickling his sides only making his laughs harder.

And I remember that fight, 2:30 a.m

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

“No, goddamnit, Y/n, it’s my life!” Remus yelled and I shook my head.

“No, Remus, it’s our life! It became our life when you married me!” I yelled back louder, briefly glancing at the clock and internally wincing. 2:26 AM the clock read.

“I want to be a teacher, what’s so bad about that?”

I threw my hands up, “Do you listen to me, Remus? I’ve told you over and over it’s fucking Hogwarts! I love that place but these past few years it’s gotten dangerous! I won’t let you teach there.” I explained as tears stung at my eyes.

“I don’t care! You don’t get an opinion on this!”

I ran out crying, and you followed me out into the street

I pushed the door open roughly and ran to the street, the rain beating down on me as I sobbed and fell to my knees. The water collected on the rough cement soaked my pajama pants, only making me cry harder at the small inconvenience.

Braced myself for the goodbye

'Cause that's all I've ever known

The door slammed open again and I shut my eyes tightly, preparing myself for the inevitable. My body shook, from the cold or the crying, I really didn't know. Probably both. I waited for him to ask for the rings back and leave me there on my own.

I opened my eyes and watched Remus’ figure get closer as I struggled to take the rings off.

“What are you doing?” He asked, fear in his voice.

“I already know you want them back.”

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me tightly, swaying side to side slightly like he always did.

“Never.” He whispered.

You said, "I remember how we felt, sitting by the water

And every time I look at you, it's like the first time

“Y/n?” He asked above the rain.

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember when we were running around the courtyard because you were being a grumpy pants and wouldn’t hug me?”

I nodded and smiled fondly at the memory. “Yeah, and then you caught me by the lake and we almost fell in.” He pulled away and looked at me fondly.

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

She is the best thing that's ever been mine"

“That’s the moment I knew I was gonna marry you one day. That’s when I knew I loved you and never wanted to be away from you.”

I looked at him with a small smile, “Really?”

He nodded, “I swear on my beautiful wife.”

Hold on and make it last

Hold on, never turn back

I sat quietly on the train, reading my book as nostalgia filled my body. Remus sat next to me, his coat draped over his eyes so he could rest. I glanced at him and sighed, shaking my head and wondering how he convinced me to not only let him teach, but also have me co-teach Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid.

“This is the only open compartment.” A voice said and I looked up from my book. My breath left my body as I saw a familiar boy walk through the compartment door, a boy and a girl following after him.

The boy looked at me with a small smile. “I’m sorry. Is it alright if we sit in here? Everywhere else is full.”

I nodded with a smile, “Of course.” He glanced at Remus’ sleeping figure and sat across from me.

“My names Harry Potter, and this is Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Are you a new professor?” Harry asked and my heart clenched.

“Yes, I am. Professor L/n, pleasure to meet you three, I’ll be co-teaching with Hagrid, I’m sure you know him. This lump next to me is my husband, also a new professor. Professor Lupin, unfortunately he’s exhausted so he’s simply napping.”

Harry nodded in understanding, “Is he our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?”

“Yes, he is.”

(Hold on) you made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

(Hold on) you are the best thing that's ever been mine

“Well, well, well.” I said, leaning against the doorframe as I watched Remus and Sirius hug. Sirius pulled away and looked at me with a smirk. “If it isn’t Sirius Black, back from Azkaban.”

“I’m innocent, Y/n/n. I swea-”

I cut him off with a big hug, winking at Remus who smiled at me gratefully. “I know you are, Sirius. I know.”

Do you believe it?

We're gonna make it now

“If we di-”

“We won’t.” Remus persisted.

“Rem. If we die, just know how much I love you, alright? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I’m so grateful to have you as my husband and my best friend.”

Remus sighed and nodded, “I love you too. But we won’t die, my love. We’ve got someone to live for.” I smiled as we both looked to our newborn son who gurgled quietly in his sleep.

“Yes, we have someone to live for.”

And I can see it (yeah, yeah)

I watched in horror as the group of Death Eater’s pointed their wands together. I grabbed Remus’ hand tightly as they muttered a powerful spell together, sending Remus and I flying back before the world went dark and Sirius’ voice filled my eyes.

“Finally.” He said.

“We’ve been waiting forever for you two to die.” A new voice said. James?

“You two gits, be quiet.” Lily. “Welcome home.”

I can see it now

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Remus Lupin and fem! marauder! reader

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Summary: Y/n doesn’t understand why her friends are lying to her every month, so on one full moon she follows them…

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, gashes, scars, everything associated with werewolves and one attacking someone, quite graphic and sad but there is a lot of fluff in thrown in there to balence it out...maybe bring some tissues x

A/n: 5.4k words, reader is a marauder and a rabbit animagus, hence the name bugs (like bugs bunny), I really like this one, super proud of it, enjoy!

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You smiled looking at Remus concentrating on the other end of the room. You wondered if he knew how perfect and pretty he was, of course being his best friend for near 6 years you knew that wasn’t true and it broke your heart every time you remembered it.

Sirius, James and Peter had gone to Hogsmeade to get some supplies as Remus was feeling a little tired, while you had stayed to keep him company, and by company you lay on Peters bed, since he had the softest covers, contemplating life while Remus read his book

Your gaze was broken as Sirius sat down on the bed next to you, shifting his legs to lean them all the wall besides yours

He taps your sock clad foot with his own “Hey bugs” he says a little tired, leaning his head on your shoulder

You tap his foot back “Hi Pads” you reply leaning your head on his own

While Sirius and you engage in general conversation, James moves to sit by Remus and Peter goes to the bathroom

Plopping himself down James nudges the boy “Alright moony” he says upbeat

Remus keeps his eyes on the book “Hey Prongs” he greets with a small smile, bumping him gently with his knee

“Got you some goodies” James pulls out a couple of chocolate bars, holding them up

That draws Remus’ attention away from the book “Thank you Prongs” he says placing down the book and accepting the chocolate, as he opens a bit up he lets his head fall into the James’ shoulder

James wraps his arm around him placing a small kiss to his hair, he knew each moon effected his friend differently, but there was a pattern and this one had his friend exhausted and beyond sad. He had stayed up last night with Remus as he cried wishing that he didn’t have to go through it once again and it killed James. He wished he could help more, take away the pain, even take it himself so Remus wouldn’t have to suffer anymore, all of them did…and he also knew you would do the same if you knew

Like the other marauders you were an animagus, a wild rabbit, something the rest of the boy’s thought was rather adorable considering the ‘big bad wolf’ was in love with you. You had found the mandrake leaves and questioned it, wondering if that was the plan for everyone to become one. After much, much convincing from the rest of the boys, Remus was swayed into letting you become one, but under one condition, you were never to know and never to come with. He argued your form was too fragile and too easily hurt by him, which was bullshit as Peter was smaller than you, but they ultimately agreed

James knew the real reason though, it was clear to everyone besides yourself, Remus was in love with you

“Oh yeah” Peter says as he comes back into the room “I got your favourite bugs” he picks up a bag he had set by the door and moving to sit on the end of his bed

Your face lights up, bringing your feet off of the wall and twirling around to face him “Ooo gimmie” you make grabby hands at the boy, making him smile and Sirius chuckle

On the other side of the room Remus admires how happy you look, he loved your smile, loved everything about you. He snuggled into James a bit more, heart longing for you. There were so many times he wanted to tell you, merlin he hated lying to you, but he couldn’t let you know he was a monster. He knew you wouldn’t hate him for it, but he knew you would try to help, maybe get yourself hurt and worst of all, he was terrified you would never love him in a romantic sense once you’d seen him like that

You struggled to open the packet “You need some help?” Sirius holding out his hands but you shake your head

“Thanks Pads…but…I’ve got...ow!” you say strained as you try to rip it open but you finally get it you punch yourself in the process, yelping in pain

Remus sits right up “You alright?” he asks worried, ignoring the amused stare from James

You whine in response

“What happened?” Peter asks, hand on your knee

“I was trying to open it and when it finally gave way I punched my boob” you explain before cupping your right one and falling backwards on the bed, groaning softly as you pout

The boys try not to chuckle “Want me to kiss it better” Sirius wiggles his eyebrows earning your foot waving in his face “Hey!” he laughs jolting his head away

Later that night James, Sirius and Peter were all adding some additions to the map on the floor so you joined Remus on his bed, the two of you munching on goodies

“How are you feeling?” you ask softly, you had noticed he looked off the last few days and figured it must be his illness acting up again

He tenses at the question, you knew he didn’t like talking about it “I’m fine” he assures you

You clasp your hand over his, watching as his body relaxes into your touch “I’m here if you need me” you say, head falling naturally onto his shoulder

He closed his eyes and smiled, he loved these moments “I know…” he laces your hands properly, squeezing it “…I really appreciate you y/n” he confesses, he was almost drunk on tiredness but he knew he really didn’t tell you that enough

You kiss his shoulder “Feelings mutual Rem” you say quietly

It was times like this you believed truly that you and he were more than friends, sure you held the others boys hands, you and Peter would cosy together as a rabbit and rat quiet often, Sirius let you cuddle him as Padfoot when you were upset, and James let you ride him as Prongs…of course the last one Sirius tended to bring up out of context just to make you and James mortified

“I was thinking” you say after a few minutes

He chuckles “Should I be scared” he lightly teases

You nudge your head into his neck “Cheeky” you giggle together “There’s this reading night think at Scrolls and Tomes, free food, drinks and they are bringing a bunch of new muggle books in”

Remus can feel your smile on his shoulder “I don’t know if anyone else besides Wormtail would like that” he admits

You shake your head lightly “I was thinking it could be something for just the two of us” your voice gentle and smooth but inside your stomach was a tizzy

His eyes widened, it sounded like you were asking him out, although if he actually thought about it, it sounded like the way Marlene and Dorca spoke, the way a group couple would ask to spend time alone together

“When is it?” he wonders, heart fluttering at the idea it really could be a date

“Tomorrow night” you say happily until you feel him tense up “Rem?” you lift your head to look at him

His mouth opens but shuts soon after, tomorrow was the full moon, merlin it was just his luck wasn’t it “I’m really sorry but I already have plans” he says sadly, heart physically aching watching the disappointment and sadness wash over in your eyes before it was replaced with your beautiful smile…your beautiful sad smile

“That’s okay” you assure him, it would be silly of you to take that as a rejection, you should have asked earlier “So what are you up to?” you inquire trying to not show the small tearing of your heart

He hesitates “Umm…prank set up” he says, instantly regretting it

Prank set up? What was he thinking. One, you helped them with pranks even helped come up with them, and two, how was that important enough to merit not going with you. He didn’t look at you for a second, when he did chance a look, his heart broke in two, you looked completely deflated and the worst part was you were so nice about it

“What’s the prank…I didn’t know you were planning one?” you ask sadly but with a kind tone, even if you felt so angry deep down.

They always did this, once a month they would leave you out of something and you were getting tired of what. You stayed quiet though, Remus wasn’t well…or maybe he just didn’t want to go on a friend date

“It’s to do with the boy’s communal bathroom down the hall” he says hoping that ends the conversation and it does

You just nodded after that, heading back to your dorm sooner than usual looking crushed and leaving Remus riddled with guilt

You stuck to your dorm most of the next day, after last night you really weren’t in the mood to hang out with your best friends, so instead you chilled with Marlene and Lily as the latter tried to teach you both how to knit

“Like this?” you say demonstrating to the redhaired girl

Her eyes light up “Yes!” she claps her hands “Perfect you’re my star student”

You grin at the compliment feeling good about yourself before looking at Marlene and bursting out in giggles. Lily follows your eyes and starts laughing as well, both of you about to say something when there was a knock at the door

“Hey…” Sirius says as he enters, extending the syllables before it breaks into chuckles “You alright Marls?” he asks watching as the girl is literally ingulfed in wool

She stops struggling and accepts it, arm and shoulder stuck upwards wrapped in “I’m doing good, Lils is right, knitting is verythreptic” she says nodding, voice laced with sarcasm

“What were you trying to make?” Sirius asks amused

Marlene smacks her lips a little “Would you believe a scarf for my lovely girl?” she says

“A blue scarf” you add to which Sirius starts laughing again at the fact Marlene had every colour but blue wrapped around her

“Need help” Lily holds up some scissors

Marlene shakes her head “Nope I’m perfectly….capab-ble…” she tries to break out but it only gets tighter “Yes please I think I’m losing circulation” she changes her mind and sends a pleading look to her friend

While Lily cuts Marlene out you turn to Sirius “What you need Pads?” you smile at the boy “Also do you like the jumper…I think Rem would suit it” you hold up a half-finished jumper…that Lily totally started for you but you were taking full credit for

He nods “Yes he’s going to love it” and love you more than he does already “I was just sent to give these to Red” Sirius pulls out some chocolates and flowers from behind his back

Lily turns to look, as well as a now free Marlene “Oh my god!” she says excited, practically skipping over to the boy and taking the flowers.

Smelling them, she does a little spin before taking the chocolate

“You like them?” Sirius asks with a knowing smile

“Like them, I love them!” she exclaims with the biggest smile before it drops briefly “Siri please don’t tell…”

“…tell him you love it and him because you aren’t ready” he finishes for her, giving the girl a small hug and kiss to the temple “Don’t worry I’ll tell him you thought it was nice of him as always” he says glancing at you as he finishes and winking

As Lily sits down, completely giddy over her gift you and Marlene turn back to Sirius “So what you guys up to tonight?” Marlene asks

For the first time since he came in you see Sirius’ face falter but he quickly recovers “James wants us to help him with this…ugh…assignment we got in detention, we’ve been planning on working on it tonight for ages” he says quickly before taking his leave

“That was weird…” Marlene notes as the door closes, looking at you confused as does Lily

You nod, heart sinking “It was…I think I’m going to go check on them” you say standing up

“It’s almost curfew so be careful if you go out, out” Lily reminds you

Marlene giggles “Merlin Lils be less of a mum” she says earning a stuck out nose from Lily

“I’ll be fine…mum” you tease grabbing your jumper and slipping it on in case you did end up outside “Oh Marls” you say as you reach the door “If Lily is my mum then are you my wine aunt?”

“I prefer the sexy adopted cousin that you would have a scandalous affair with” she says casually while Lily half chokes on the air

You bob your head “I could see that…maybe another life time” you say blowing her a kiss and seeing her fall back catching it before you leave the dorm

You walked towards the main part of the common room, stopping at the small balcony you saw your friends heading out. You were mad now, Remus had lied to you, so had Sirius and it hurt more than anything. It was like they didn’t even see you as a marauder anymore, for almost two years, ever since you all became animagi, besides Remus who said he couldn’t due to his condition, they had disappeared every month. You didn’t mind if they wanted alone time, guy time or whatever they called it but lying to you to get it was a big no and you were going to confront them

Following them you ended up outside, you saw them heading to the forest but your jeans got caught on some bushes. While freeing your leg you cut yourself, it was tiny, along where the back of your hand and wrist met, but it still bled. You didn’t have time to care about it as you hiked towards the forest, passing by the willow at a safe distance…no way you were going near that thing after you and James and got stuck in it overnight in 3rd year

You hugged yourself as you walked through the trees, it was getting late and cold now. They wouldn’t have gone this far in, would they? Looking up you could see the full moon in the sky, you pouted thinking of Remus, your moon, the boy you loved more than anything, who was also lying to you. Huffing you decided to just go back inside but as you were about to take a step you heard something that made you freeze in complete horror

A howl

You knew there were wolfs in the forest but they didn’t sound like that, those were nice, friendly howls while this was deeper, scarier…it was that of a werewolf.

Looking around you tried to judge if any of the tree were climbable, you paid attention in class there was no way in hell you could out run it and it would catch your scent soon if it hadn’t already. Just as you were about to attempt climbing you heard distant cracking of twigs and patters on the forest floor.

You turned to the direction it was coming from, this was how you were going to die, you knew the marauders would kill you one day but right now wait…marauders…moony…his condition…scars…gone once a month…

Remus was a werewolf, more specifically the werewolf that was going to kill you…oh if you weren’t shitting yourself this would be poetically tragic in some way

Your head snapped to see a large shadow stalk out of the bushes about 50m away, you needed a plan, you couldn’t die like this, he would never forgive himself. It tilted its head at you clearly gearing itself to pounce, you wondered where the other boys were and then it hit you, you could shift, your rabbit self could hide easier

You closed your eyes and focused everything on shifting but your panic was making it difficult, especially as you heard him approaching. You finally feel yourself shifting but it was too late, werewolves attack was in motion and your bunny self was launched into a nearby tree.

Looking around everything was fuzzy. You whimpered, unable to shift back as you were in immeasurable pain, you couldn’t even tell where or what the injury was. As you lost consciousness the last thing you saw was Sirius’ Padfoot form licking your wounds and sad grey eyes staring down at you

James and Peter led Remus off and when they were at a safe distance Sirius shifted back into his normal form, looking down at the injured bunny, the y/h/c fur, little y/c/e eyes staring up at him helplessly before they closed, he knew it was you and he felt like the whole world ended

“Y/n” he was already fully in tears, gently shaking your little body “No merlin please…please you need to wake up” he sobs harder as you don’t move

A series of ‘pleases’ and ‘nos’ left his lips as he thought you were dead, but then he hears the tiniest whine, noticing your chest rising and falling through his tears

“You stay with me” he orders you as he takes off his jumper and wraps you in it, blood soaking his white shirt as he started to run towards the castle “Don’t you dare die on me”

Remus groaned as he woke. When he realised he was already in the hospital wing, he let his head fall back onto the soft pillows. He couldn’t remember a thing, usually he did but on some occasions when he hurt himself particularly badly he would black out the memory. Problem was he didn’t feel injured, if anything there were cuts than usual and that worried him, more so as he only seen James and Peter approaching the bed

He sits up quickly, pain streaking across his chest but he didn’t care “Where’s Sirius” he asks in complete alarm

James and Peters faces didn’t help “Remus…” James says quietly, unsure of how to tell him

“James” Remus says terrified “Where is Sirius” he says the words slowly, a lump in his throat

“I’m here Moons” Sirius says approaching from down the way, looking distraught, shirt covered in blood, eyes raw

Remus’ eyes widen, shifting to get up, clutching his stomach as he sits legs daggling on the edge of the bed “Are you okay?” he asks, unable to stand due to the pain “I’m so sorry…there’s so much blood”

Sirius glanced towards James and Peter, both have tears in their eyes, giving him a look that said ‘this is going to kill him’

“It’s not my blood” Sirius says hesitantly, letting out a shaky breath as he looks over his shoulder to the bed hidden by the curtains

Remus follows his eyes “Oh god” he mouths drops open, chin trembling, he hurt someone, what if he turned them, turned them into a monster too

“Remus…” Sirius starts running his fingers through his hair “She…she…” he can’t bare himself to say it out loud but Remus seems to get it

His heart dropped looking at the curtain, face filled with dread “No” he shakes his head “Sirius please” he begs as his eyes fill with tears “Please tell me she…she wasn’t…”

When Sirius says nothing he has his answer, fully breaking down clutching his chest, his injuries forgotten by the searing pain in his heart

“Re-” Sirius goes to reach out and hold him but Remus pushes by him, shaking his head as he stumbles over to the curtains

He closes his eyes for a moment, breaking heavily before he opens the curtains. He lets out a sob, seeing your tiny little form, you were in your bunny form, battered and bruised

“What…” he turns back to James who has joined him while over his shoulder Sirius and Peter crying into each other beside his bed

James walks over to your bed “She shifted we think” he says quietly “Just…just not in time” he looks at you pained then back to Remus “It’s not your fault, you…”

“Yes, it is” Remus snaps at him, leaning over your broken frame, seeing the gash over your abdomen, blood sticking to your usually soft fur “Y/n” his head collapses into the bed beside you “I’m so sorry” he blubs into the covers, letting out a strangled scream

Remus felt more pain in that moment than every full moon rolled into one. He knew why you were in the forest because he knew what you were like. You knew he was lying yesterday and you followed him, it was his fault, he put you in this position and he hurt you, almost killed you. He heard James say something about Poppy not wanting to shift you back forcibly yet as your wounds needed to heal first, but in better news you didn’t get infected with Lycanthropy

James listens to Remus’ cries for hours, eventually carrying him back to his bed when he passed out from sheer exhaustion. The next morning Remus was told he could go to his dorm but he wouldn’t leave until you had shifted back and mid-afternoon Poppy did just that.

The boys then took Remus to their room and he didn’t leave his bed for the next week, only for the bathroom and one forced shower where James washed him while he just stood there with no tears left to cry. Another week passed and he didn’t leave his bed, even when the boys rushed in and told him you had woke up and you were okay. He was relieved but then pulled the covers over him, readying himself for the love of his life to hate him forever

The first thing you saw when you woke up was Sirius asleep by your bed. As he slept Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore explained to you that two weeks had passed since the full moon. They told you that you would heal but would have permanent scars, one running down chest to your navel and another from just below your right breast to your left hip

When you asked about Remus they told you he was fine in a physical sense but hadn’t returned to classes nor left his dorm room. You wanted to go to him but you couldn’t, you were on forced bed rest until you were one hundred percent. The other boys visited you every day and every day you asked about Remus

“He’s doesn’t want to leave the dorm, hasn’t spoken much”

“He’s blaming himself, he thinks it’s all his fault”

“Still hasn’t left his bed but he’s eating now”

You took that one as a small victory, at least he was eating.

While you were on bed rest you finished the jumper, knitting a half crescent moon on the upper side of one arm and a carrot on the other with a little help from Lily…okay Lily did it but you helped by holding the wool

Almost three weeks had now passed from the full moon and you were officially allowed to leave. Grabbing the jumper, you went straight to Remus’ dorm, the boys hadn’t told him you would be coming out of fear he would hide from you so when you knocked on the door and there was no response you just let yourself in

Walking in slowly you saw a lump under the covers of Remus’ bed, soft snores coming from it. You approached as quietly as you could, placing the jumper on the bedside table as you took in his appearance. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, eyes puffy and red, chalk white as he lay on his back, head fallen to the side

Slipping off your shoes you sat on the bed, snuggling yourself into his side over the covers “Oh Rem” you nudge your nose with his, hearing him hum but not wake

Your thumb brushed over the area just shy of a new scar on his jaw. You had almost a whole week to think about what had happened, your anger was gone now, replaced with the want…no need to be with him, look after him, let him know you were there and never ever leaving him

You watched him sleep for a bit before you rested your eyes, not going to sleep just soaking up the feeling of being near him when you heard his voice “Y/n?” he asks like it was a question, like he wasn’t sure if you actually existed

Your eyes fluttered open “Hi” you give him a warm smile

His heart stopped, staring at you wide eyed and now fully awake, you were here, really here. He had imagined what you would say to him so many times, he always imagined you crying, shouting, all negative. The only time you weren’t was in his deepest dreams, in those you didn’t know, you weren’t ever hurt and all if this was a nightmare…but it was real and now had to face it.

The smile never left your lips, why weren’t you mad at him? Did you not know it was him, you must have…wait, were you accepting him? But how could you accept and forgive a him after what he did to you?

You see his panic, he wants to run away and you understand why so when he sits up and pushes the covers down with his feet in order to do so you climb over him. He lets out a small gasp as you straddle him, pushing his shoulders down like he couldn’t just lift you up off of him if he really wanted to

“Don’t” you shake your head, a pout on your face

He looks confused “Y/n…” his eyes start to water “Please”

“No” you say firmly, no way in hell were you leaving

For the first time he properly looked at you, you seemed okay, like nothing had ever happened, same bright eyes that held same love as before. You were still his sweet little bunny but he really was the big bad wolf.

In all his years he called himself a monster but deep down he had convinced himself he wasn’t really, that he wouldn’t ever hurt anyone just like his friends and parents said. Now he truly felt like one and he was shamed, utterly destroyed

“Y/n I’m so, so sorry” he breaks down in front of you, his hands moving to clutch onto your own that rest on his shoulders “It’s all my fault, I understand if you hate me, I hate me…I’m a…god I’m sorry” he says pained, tears streaming down his face

You slip your hands out from his tight grip and cup his face “Hey look at me” he shakes his head refusing to look at you “Look at me Remus” he still refuses so you force his face up

He looks at you broken, a shell of himself

“It isn’t your fault” his eyebrows pinch “Listen to me” your hands shift up on his face “It isn’t, you can’t stop what your wolf does on a full moon, you aren’t in control and so it isn’t your fault”

He just watches you as you continue, hands gripping at the hem of your jumper

“I went into the forest, myself at night I…don’t” you stop him from arguing “I put myself in that position, not you, not Sirius, me. I should have waited until morning and asked you, but we can talk about what if’s for the rest of our lives. What if you had told me, what if I wasn’t a bunny, what if you were never turned…and in the end Rem none of that will change anything, so none of that, nothing you have or ever do will make me hate you, stop loving you”

His eyes light at the last part, what kind of love?

“I love you, love you Rem” you answer for him as if you could read his mind

He presses his forehead to yours “I…I love you too” he confesses closing his eyes “Always loved you but you don’t want to be with a guy like me y/n” he pulls back “Even if you aren’t scared of me, which love you should be, I’m not…I’m poor”

“You can be my house husband” you suggest in a light-hearted tone, one that makes his heart flutter, even now you were trying to make him feel better

“I couldn’t have kids” he says sadly

“We can adopt or not have some, we could get a dog but Pads would get jealous” you say and he almost smiles

“I’m like an old man, my bones ache constantly”

You kiss his cheek “So we’ll need a big bath” you assure him

You were never giving up and he knew that

“I’m littered with scars y/n, they're not attractive, they're ugly, I'm ugly” he says

You shake your head, thinking for a minute before you pulled up the hem of his shirt

“What are you doing?” he says a little panicked, cupping your hands “You don’t want to see them, I don’t want you to see them”

“Please Rem”

His face contoured before he nods slowly, letting you pull the material over his head, revealing his chest. He watched your face, there was no disgust, in fact you smiled at it like it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen

His eyes widen as you grip the bottom of your jumper, grips your wrists quickly before you can do what he thinks you’re doing “Y/n” he asks bewildered

You shrug off his hands “It’s okay” you smile at him before taking off your shirt

Remus looks deep into the room and your heart fluttered at how respectful he was being

“Rem please look” you say fingers gently trailing over his jaw and pulling it to face you

His eyes flicked to your breasts first something you noticed and bit your lip at as you could see the blush and scold he gave himself. He then looked down, face filled with hurt as he saw the scars, fingers moving to trail over where they crossed on your stomach

“I’m so sorry” he apologises once again

You take both of his hands in yours making him look up at you “Remus are these…” you gesture to your stomach “…ugly, do they make me ugly?”

He shakes his head right away “No, you’re beautiful, so so beautiful” squeezing your hands tightly, like he was trying to force his love for you through them into you

You smile “Then...” you slip one hand out of his and trace the scars on his chest “...you can’t call these unattractive and ugly because then you are calling me so”

He lets out a small smile, tilting his head as he looks at you with so much love. How did he managed to find someone as wonderful as you?

“You have no idea how much I love you, appreciate everything you do for me” he cups your cheek with his free hand as his other rubs over your knuckles

“I am pretty great” you admit and he laughs “Although next time you don’t want to go on a date with me, just say, don’t turn into a werewolf and bitch slap me into a tree” you say so playfully and casually he can’t stop the small laugh that sound like a ‘huh’ come out

His nose scrunches up “I shouldn’t have laughed at that” he scolds himself but the smile stays “Why am I smiling, that’s really not funny” he looks at you stunned

You giggle placing a kiss to his nose to which his eyes flick down to your lips and kiss your nose back

“I love you Rem” you say planting a peck to the corner of his lips which he again copies “I’m never leaving you, you’re stuck with this bunny forever, my beautiful” a kiss to the other corner and he copy’s “beautiful” his lips and yours “moon”

After a few seconds you pull away, remembering "Oh" you smile brightly leaning over and grabbing the jumper "I made you this! Well Lily did but helped, look theres a little moon and a carrot and...mhm"

He pulls you in for a proper kiss, unable to wait anymore, the jumper falling from your grip as your lips moving in sync, making up for all of the almost kisses throughout the years

As you pull apart you lean your foreheads together “My moon” you say with the upmost endearment

“My bunny” he returns it with the same sentiment

Thank you for reading 💛

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judgementdaysunshine · 11 months

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🌊: doggies. And I want you to write it for whoever you think of first!

Yesss

Dog parents

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem Reader

Description: You and your boyfriend get a dog after graduating Hogwarts and living together

You laugh as you follow your boyfriend with your eyes covered by a blindfold being led with his hands on your shoulders. He had told you that he had gotten a surprise for you while the two of you were out on a lunch date but as soon as the two of you got to the doorstep of the front door of your shared house that you moved into less than three weeks ago he put a blindfold on you. After walking for a few minutes he stops you telling you to stay still and not to peak under the blindfold as he walks in the other room laughing as he accidentally stubs his toe hearing things go quiet as he helps you sit on the floor. "Alright dear 3...2...1 let's get this off" he takes the blindfold off laughing at how your eyes were closed even with the blindfold "Open them now dear" you open and smile big looking at him and back at the puppy running to you and barking at you as you hold the pup in your arms "When did you? How?" he laughs at your surprised look "Sirius had a cousin who had a litter and helped me pick her out for you" you lean over kissing his cheek planning on thanking sirius the next time you saw him. You named the small pup Sunny due to her looking like she was smiling and being so happy all the time and she became your and remus's child which warmed the hearts of your friends and made them laugh as well

#remus lupin #harry potter x reader #700 followers celebration #harry potter #remus lupin x reader #follower celebration #judgementdaysunshine's 700 followers celebration #judgementdaysunshine

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tracingpatternswrites · 2 years

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The prompt for today’s @wolfstarmicrofic is mountains and, well, look, apparently bullying me works because here’s a continuation of yesterday’s prompt swing.

👀 @sammyjhand @sassy-tired-snowflake @lielowat-lupins @stars-a-n-d-scars

Remus steps through the glass door and out onto the back porch, carrying a tray with glasses and a pitcher of lemonade that he sets down on the table. He can’t not look at the handsome man currently lounging in one of the chairs, eyes on the two boys who are playing in the garden, competing over who can jump the highest on the trampoline and talking a mile a minute. Remus has no idea how they manage to hear what the other one is saying considering how much they’re both babbling.

He pours two glasses of lemonade, handing Sirius one of them, and he tries not to think too much about how their fingers brush together. He has to force himself not to stare at the other man, but Remus feels as if he’s been hit by a truck, caught completely off guard by the handsome stranger that was now sitting on his porch as if he belonged there.

He’s the most attractive man Remus has ever seen, as if he had stepped right out of every erotic dream Remus ever had. He looks like sex on legs, all pale skin (it looked like he would bruise easily and oh wouldn’t Remus want to find out) and long black hair (that looked like it would be perfect to run his fingers trough and tug) and grey eyes (that made Remus think about things that certainly wasn’t appropriate with his son nearby). He was tall, broad shoulders and muscular arms covered in tattoos, dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans so tight they made Remus’ mouth water.

”Should get one of those for Harry, too, it seems like a hit.”

Remus has to shake himself slightly, pulled from his thoughts by Sirius’ voice. ”What?” He croaks, then clears his throat with an embarrassed sort of half-laugh. ”Sorry, one of what?”

”The trampoline,” Sirius says as he lifts his glass, taking a sip of lemonade and making a low appreciative noise that makes sparks run down Remus’ spine. ”Fuck me, that’s good.”

Remus tries not to blush at the praise but he thinks he’s doing a pretty poor job of it, grinning helplessly as Sirius turns his grey eyes onto him, giving him an appreciative look over that makes Remus’ skin prickle.

”Did you make this?”

Remus laughs, shaking his head. ”My ma did, but I agree, it’s very good. Teddy’s favourite, too.”

”I can see why,” Sirius nods, his lip quirking. ”Sorry about the, er, language, at least the kids weren’t around.”

”I don’t mind,” Remus laughs, shaking his head, finding himself relaxing slightly with it. ”I slip up all the time, Teddy always calls me out on it. But you’re right, the trampoline is a hit. I wish I could take credit but it came with the cottage.”

Sirius hums, glancing around them, and Remus does the same. The small cottage has grown on him, it’s a little run down but clean and big enough for himself and Teddy. He knew he’d had to have it the moment he set eyes on the view, stretches of rolling green hills and the mountains in the distance.

”It’s nice,” Sirius says after a moment, shifting his gaze to look at Remus, grey eyes searching. ”How come you moved here? I mean…if you don’t mind me asking?”

”Not at all,” says Remus as he turns the glass of lemonade in his hand, ”my ma lives here, I grew up here actually, but I’ve been away for a while. It just felt like a good time to move back, closer to my ma to get some help with Teddy…that sort of thing. I think village life suits me better than city life, to be honest.”

”Same,” Sirius chuckles, a soft sort of sound that settles somewhere in Remus’ chest, his eyes on the boys who have abandoned the trampoline for the swings, taking turns pushing each other. He can see the love in the other man’s eyes as he looks at Harry, the fondness, his voice soft as he continues. ”Never thought it’d be for me, but it’s different with kids, eh? Used to love London, but it’s no place to bring up a kid. When Harry came to me…I dunno. This just seemed like the right move. And now I’ve fallen in love with the place.”

Remus nods, about to say something else when they’re interrupted, Teddy and Harry falling onto the porch, breathless and laughing and Remus feels a wave of affection for his son, happy to see him laugh in a way he hadn’t for such a long time. Yes, moving back here had been the right choice, both for himself and for Teddy.

”You boys thirsty?” He asks, pouring them both some lemonade even before they have a chance to reply, watching his son climb into the seat next to him. Harry, in turn, climbs into Sirius’ lap and Sirius wraps his arms around the boy in a protective sort of way.

”Daddy?” Teddy’s voice brings him back and he turns his eyes onto his son, his hair tousled and face flushed, eyes shining brightly.

”Yes, Tedster?”

”Can Harry and his da– uhm– er, his Padfoot stay for dinner?”

”I dunno, kiddo,” he smothers a hand over the unruly curls, pushing some hair away from his son’s eyes. ”They might have other plans, y’know.”

”We don’t,” Harry’s reply is instant as he eyes Sirius encouragingly. ”Right Padfoot? We can stay? Teddy and I are best friends now and we’d like to do everything together, it’s important.”

Remus can see Sirius’ lips quirk into a smile, amusement curled around the words as he ruffles the boy’s hair. ”Oh, it’s important, is it?”

Harry nods solemnly, and Remus feels Teddy tug at his arm. ”It is important, daddy.”

”Well then,” Remus says, giving a sort of helpless shrug as he meets Sirius’ gaze from across the table, arching a brow. ”If it’s important, who am I to say no? You’re welcome to stay, if you want, I was just planning on making pasta though, nothing fancy.”

”That’s plenty fancy enough for us,” Sirius assures him, ”we’d love to stay, if it’s not too much trouble.”

”Daddy?” Teddy tugs at him again, an impatient sort of movement. ”Can I show Harry my room?”

”Yeah, go on then,” he nods, watching fondly as the two boys disappears into the house before he turns back to Sirius. ”Well, guess I should get the food started then.”

”I’ll help,” Sirius says, draining his glass before standing, running his eyes slowly over Remus’ body, the corner of his mouth quirking into a grin, ”I’m no cook but I can toss a sallad.”

Remus chokes on what’s left of the lemonade in his glass, and he can feel himself flush a little, Sirius’ eyes dancing in amusement as he throws him a look.

”I bet you can,” Remus mumbles, glancing at him, unable not to smile at the grin on Sirius’ face.

”Among other things,” Sirius continues, winking at him before picking the tray up as if it weighed nothing, taking the lead into the house.

Remus stares after him, gaze snagging on his arse which was perfectly visible in those snug jeans, before shaking himself, just about managing to bite back a groan. He was in so much trouble.

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #sirius raises harry #remus raises teddy #wolfstar raises harry #wolfstar raises teddy #mountains #my writing

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willowelijah · 1 year

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Headdesking - Remus Lupin/OC

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Summary: Follow Remus Lupin bury his head in various pillows as his friends tease him about a crush he’s developed on the girl they recruit to assist them in their mission to become animagi.

Content warnings: Swearing. Some angst.

Chapter 11: The Three Broomsticks

Students were swarming The Three Broomsticks. Rain was slamming against the windows and half the visitors of the small town had gathered inside. The windows were fogged up from the warmth of the stove and the candlelights.

The staff were manically rushing back and forth between the overcrowded tables, trying to maintain a somewhat functioning pub despite the lack of staff available to properly cover a visit by the students of Hogwarts. Every Hogsmeade weekend was like this. The lack of staff and surge in business created complete chaos and it didn't matter that the regular inhabitants of Hogsmeade stayed as far away as possible from the town centre on weekends like this.

But in the midst of it all sat a girl, secreting calmness, currently too swept up in her journal to even acknowledge her housemates around her at the same table, who were drinking butterbeer and laughing with zero restraint.

He watched her big eyes from afar as they darted around the page she was writing on. He liked looking at her while she was concentrating. There was something special about how utterly absorbed she could be.

But no one could ever know how much he enjoyed watching her look at a passage in a book, or at a teacher as they lectured, or out of a window as she was having breakfast, or at her wand as she cast a particularly difficult spell.

Unfortunately for him it was painfully obvious.

"Remus." Lily said for the third time.

"Yeah." Remus blurted and began rubbing one of his eyes with his palm as he faced the redhead beside him.

"Can you stop making eyes at Pembroke and listen to me."

He rolled his eyes. Remarks of that nature had gotten so frequent these days that he no longer had the energy to react more to it. "I'm not making eyes at anyone. And I would pay attention if you could just get to the point!"

Lily was going over her latest story from one of her Slug Club meetings. Usually they were good gossip and he quite enjoyed hearing them. Lily had a knack for telling stories in an engaging way. But she also loved to talk a little too much, and sometimes she could just go on and on until the point of no return. This was one of those times. Which also happened to coincide with a rapidly approaching full moon, and Remus' threshold for how long he could stay responsive was lulling.

"It's hard to get to the point when I keep having to repeat myself because you're. not. listening." She swatted him three times over with the current issue of the Daily Prophet, and Remus' arm went up to protect his head. When she was done attacking him he smiled sheepishly at her. She tried to remain stone cold in her glare, but her lip ended up curling on one side.

The guys returned, hands full with another round of drinks. James and Peter lifted the drinks up as they navigated their bodies inside the booth and sat down. Sirius came after, in deep conversation with a Ravenclaw girl. A loud clunking sound was made when the boys set the mugs down in unison on the wooden table.

"What are you guys talking about?" Peter asked once comfortably situated next to Lily on the couch.

James also leaned in toward Lily to join the conversation, but Sirius was smiling crookedly at something the Ravenclaw girl was saying. He laughed heartily and Lily raised her voice so as to be heard over it and the 20 other ongoing conversations currently taking place in the inn.

"I was telling him about the Slug Club meeting last Wednesday."

"Did you get to the bit with that knob-end Frank?" Peter immediately interjected.

James perked up then. "The one who told you that your slicing method needed some work?"

Lily slammed James with the rolled up paper too. "Thanks a lot! I was just getting to that part."

Peter cowered in between them, attempting to lean back as far as possible so as to not get in the way of their squabble.

James looked far more pleased with the situation, smiling despite being the target of a rock hard scowl of Lily's. "It's not my fault that you're long-winded."

"I am not long-winded!" she nearly shouted. "I can't help that this one won't stop glancing at Pembroke over there for long enough to follow along."

Remus immediately ordered his once again trailing eyes to return to his own table. But it was too late, and when Lily saw where his eyes had drifted, he received a fourth beating by the newspaper.

James' eyes widened with excitement. "Is Hazel here?" He followed where Lily was pointing. "We should invite her over." he said encouragingly while glancing at Remus.

Before anyone could reply James jumped onto the couch with his knees and leaned over the ridge between the booths, sticking his head and its sleek curls out onto the other side, where Hazel was situated along with some other Hufflepuffs.

Remus instinctively leaned over the table past Lily and Peter to grab James' pullover, doing his best to drag his friend back down. But his attempt failed miserably and James swatted his hand away.

"Did someone say Hazel?" Sirius asked, turning to James, who was now smiling charmingly at the boys and girls in the next booth. "Invite her over!" he chimed as though it was only the polite thing to do, though his eyes travelled down to Remus, who winced at his words. He was now spread out with his torso on the table in defeat, his arm still reaching idly for James.

When James greeted Hazel and began waving her over, Remus leaned his forehead against the table and sighed out deeply. Sirius put a hand on his shoulder and said sympathetically, "It'll give us a chance to make a plan for the full moon on Monday."

Remus straightened up and was reminded of the untouched butterbeer on the table in front of him. With a lack of something better to do with himself in that moment, he grabbed it and began chugging it down. He got about halfway before his eyes fell on the girl making her way over to them and he accidentally choked on the liquid.

The cute little red polka dot top she was in, the very thing that had caught his attention in the first place, was actually a dress, though the rest of it had been hidden from sight. When the rest of the guys noticed the dress they seized up Remus, only for a second, before going back to normal, plastering on stilted smiles and pretending like nothing.

He tried to stifle his cough down as Hazel lugged her jacket and bag over to their table. He wiped his mouth and locked his gaze on a random spot on the table.

"Okay." Sirius called out sternly. "Everyone who isn't in the immediate circle needs to leave." He smiled apologetically at the Ravenclaw girl and she bid her goodbye and left swiftly.

When Lily made no attempt to escort herself away from the table, Sirius had to resort to shooting her a pointed look.

Hazel stopped at their table, clutching her jacket tightly but making no moves to sit down.

Lily smiled warmly at Hazel before realising that she was being beheld by Sirius. "Wait... That doesn't include me, does it?"

When Sirius only responded by raising his eyebrows meaningfully at her, her eyebrows crossed and her jaw fell open. "James?"

The boy turned toward Lily with two big doe-like eyes. His cowering then went on to fluctuate under hers and Sirius' gaze. Distress was imminent no matter who he chose to please.

"She can stay." Hazel suggested. "Why not?"

Everyone turned to face her and realised that she hadn't yet been greeted. Sirius made a space for her next to him on the couch as everyone said their hello's. Remus had a feeling that his throat would not cooperate with him should he attempt to speak, so he merely waved while still refraining from looking directly at her.

Hazel set her things down beside her and faced the group. He wanted to die. Things were difficult as they were, did she have to wear cute summer-y dresses as well? And in the middle of October as well. Surely he shouldn't be faced with such sights this time of year.

After transcending somewhat from the difficulty of the situation he was in, he began paying attention to his surroundings for long enough to notice that the booth had fallen completely silent. While awkwardly waiting for someone to say something, he began to fiddle with his hands under the table.

"I can't believe we were in neighbouring booths this whole time and we didn't even notice each other." James remarked with a chuckle to try and break the ice.

Hazel smiled in an opaque manner. "I knew you guys were here." she remarked with overt assurance. When she caught wind of how curious everyone at the table seemed to find her tone (even Remus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion) she elaborated, "The girls at my table were talking about you."

Sirius' eyebrows shot up and he turned to the other table. Sure enough, the girls immediately took note of the proceeding and smiled coyly. Given the looks on their faces and eruption of giggles there was no delusion about what the nature of their conversations could have been. The boy grinned and waved, seeming more than satisfied at the received attention. James joined in soon after, albeit with at least a façade of modesty.

When Remus looked over he realised to his surprise that some of the girls were looking at him as well. By instinct he pulled his eyes back to his own table where he was met with Hazel, who was watching him enigmatically. He pulled his eyes away from her as well, subsequently worrying about whether it had looked like he was glowering at her or not.

When the boys came back down to earth and also to the company, Sirius was smiling stupidly. Hazel couldn't help but giggle and shake her head. "You guys are not as inconspicuous as you think." she remarked. "Especially not around hormonal girls."

James spread his arms out across the backrest and puffed his chest out, conveniently also making himself the target of another of Lily's attacks (his second of the evening for those counting) this time slapping him straight across his chest with the rolled up newspaper.

"Ouch!" he ejected and began tending to his chest melodramatically.

Lily gave him an incredulous look. "It couldn't have hurt that much."

"So." Sirius sat forward and faced Hazel. "The full moon is coming up." He tried to sound neutral, even veering on the side of optimistic, but the tension in his voice revealed the truth of how desperate he was.

The table once again fell silent, but this time there was an expectation behind it, and everyone looked at Hazel.

"Right. Um..." She turned her head diagonally and looked at the floor, her eyes becoming vacant while she gathered her thoughts. "Basically we need to assemble the potions during the full moon, then they need to be stored for a period of time."

"Do we have everything we need for it?" immediately came as a question.

"Pretty much. It's made up of a piece of your hairs, the hawkmoth, and the leaves in your mouths of course. We also need some fresh dew. That part might be a little more tricky. See, it needs to be collected from a place that hasn't been touched by the sun for seven days." The strength in her voice dissipated toward the end and she fell into her thoughts again.

"The forest?'' Peter suggested with uncertainty.

"That's off limits." Hazel blurted without thinking. When her mind caught up with her and she remembered who she was talking to, her mouth shrunk into a small dot.

James scratched the back of his neck and chuckled. "Perhaps we can pretend that it isn't for one night."

The word 'night' awakened a sense of dread in her. The thought of being inside a dark forest, unable to see past a few metres ahead of her made a knot form in her stomach. She'd been warned of the creatures that inhabited that forest, and she wasn't keen on walking into their terf.

"Hold on. Are you guys seriously suggesting we go into the forbidden forest... at night?" she asked with a small tremble in her voice.

"Well, yeah." James said softly. "Isn't the ground most likely to be dewy then?" he unconsciously turned toward Lily.

"Any time when the temperature drops." Lily explained. "Which will most likely be around sunset."

Remus was mulling over the tremble he'd noticed when Hazel had spoken, and he felt the need to intervene. "You don't need to go with them. They can do it without you." he assured her with a potent desperation in his speech. He didn't want her out on the grounds during the full moon.

"They?" she repeated. "Are you not coming?" her voice weakened as she spoke.

For once Remus and Hazel stared at each other unashamedly. Hazel refused to take her eyes off him in search of the truth. She waited expectantly for him to confirm or deny it. But Remus was frozen stuck, wondering if his eyes and ears were deceiving him or if she was in fact as dismayed as she seemed at the revelation.

"I guess we could do it without her..." Peter considered.

Hazel twisted uncomfortably. "I guess." she repeated, then dug up some strained assurance, "Shouldn't be too convoluted. You just need to gather the dew, then assemble the potions while the dew is still fresh and spit the leaf into it while hit by direct moonlight."

"And what if they get it wrong?" Lily asked. It came out of a genuine curiosity, but at the moment the question posed a challenge that no one in the company wanted to be faced with. So they let an eerie silence settle in the place of a reply.

Sirius mindlessly felt the slimy leaf inside his mouth with his tongue. The idea of having to go through this past month again was beyond unappealing, and the girl had already proven to be principal to their success in every step of the way so far. He shook his head vehemently. "We have to get this right." he declared and shrugged apologetically at Remus before turning to Hazel. "Will you come with us?"

She let out a shaky breath she'd been holding and looked around at their pleading faces. She was the last piece of the puzzle, but in her mind, there was still another piece missing. "Will Remus be there?" she asked. Her insecure eyes glanced over at the boy in question, but he was too awestruck to reply. When no answer came she looked to the others instead, but even they were presently too surprised by her question to react.

Remus couldn't help a tiny smile forming on his lips when she looked away from him. His chest felt free and elated and his heart soared knowing that she wanted him to be there. Like the thought of being by his side made the forest ever so slightly less threatening to her.

"Of course." Sirius finally managed to expel from his mouth with an awkward positivity.

Remus' head snapped toward his friend quicker than lightning. "Will I?" he questioned, shooting him a loaded and panicked look.

James smiled pleasantly and reached over both Lily and Peter to pat Remus on the back. "He wouldn't miss it." His expression soon turned panicked as well though when he met the eyes of his subject.

Remus glared at James. His whole body was tense and he was currently not in control of any twitches his face was doing. But when his focal point landed on Hazel, who met him with those big worried eyes, looking at him as though secretly pleading for him to say yes — his face softened.

"Yeah. I'll be there." he found himself saying. Then he remembered that he was in fact a werewolf, and that wandering around the grounds with his friends on the night of a full moon would most definitely pose a threat to them. He had to blink a few times, allowing himself enough time away from the expression on her face to bang some sense into his head. He added, "I'll be there to collect the dew and to ensure that you make it back to your common room safely before moonrise." He paused to make sure that everyone had perceived his last two words, and looked specifically at the guys when he spoke next, "But the three of you will finish the potions by yourselves, preferably without having to leave the castle's facilities."

Hazel nodded slowly as an outline of the operation began to materialise in her head. She knew exactly what he was concerned with. The rumours of the werewolves that inhabited the forest wasn't something that slipped past any one of Hogwarts' students.

"That's right... If we venture into the forest preceding the rise of the full moon I can verify that we collect eligible dew. But we need to make sure that we travel deep enough inside, to a place that is never touched by the sunlight." She spoke with conviction, and whether the composites of the mission still terrified her, her voice surely wasn't letting it on.

Her eyes almost glimmered as she envisioned the order of operations; her lips on the precipice of a smile. "Then we can make the potions, barring the mandrake leaf, and make it back inside before we might encounter any..." she trailed off for a moment and swallowed tensely. No smile ended up showing itself. "...dark creatures in the forest."

Remus looked down and began scratching the surface of the table with his nail.

She turned to James, Peter and Sirius. "It is imperative that you spit the leaf out while the potions are struck by pure moon rays." She looked each of them in the eye for a prolonged moment each, then she straightened up again and on another note added, "But please, exercise caution. Perhaps you can do it from the safety of one of the towers? It'll be a full moon after all, and it's best to be safe."

A bit of Remus' nail broke off and he recoiled his hand and bit down on the offending thumb.

The boys nodded toward her, for once without a single sign of joviality.

"And make sure to bring the map." she added as her last plea. "I don't want to get in trouble for this."

Sirius smirked and turned to James. "You hear that? Hazel believes in the map."

The group all left the pub together after the rain had settled down. When they made their way to the exit, Hazel fell behind the others when she began to feel a familiar tug in her stomach, reminding her of her ethics, and how much the current plan contradicted them. With the added element of potential danger, she was pretty much ready to carve her stomach out should the feeling get any worse.

Subconsciously her eyes found Remus, and she was happy to find that he wasn't scowling or anything of the sort, but holding the door up for her. She watched him warily as she passed through the door, and he beheld her in the same regard. Once the door had shut, her stomach felt a little lighter.

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tell me again on a good day, part two | remus lupin x reader

summary the third trimester of your pregnancy draws to a close. remus dotes on you, worries for you, and holds your hand the entire time.

warnings fluff, slight nsfw at the very beginning (not smut so much as body worship?), pregnant reader, implied childbirth, dad!remus in action <3, established relationship

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Remus woke you up gently, the back of his knuckle cruising over the delicate skin of your face in slow, lazy lines. You stirred, already an early morning vision in his lovesick eyes, your twitching lashes a tell that gave you away even as you fought to seem still sleeping. You liked this game, curling up in his bed and willing him to watse the day away, using your pouting mouth and darling eyes as bribery. You'd be reluctant most mornings to open your eyes at all, but he found you could be persuaded.

He shifted forwards to kiss your cheekbone. "Good morning."

"G'mornin'," you said, eyes still closed. Your cheeks pinched with your smile, looking even more kissable than before. "Time is it?" you forced through a yawn. He kissed you again, this time on the apple of your cheek.

"5.30," he answered dutifully, kissing the side of your nose.

You frowned. "Why'd you do this t'me?"

He kissed just under your eye. "Do what?" he asked.

"Wake me up s'early,” you mumbled, though you were eating up his affections, smiling wide.

He pressed a gentle kiss over your closed eye.

"You can go back to sleep, if you like," he whispered, flattening the small hairs bordering your hairline to place the final kiss of his journey on your temple. "I'm all finished."

"Don't believe you," you said, laughing as his arms came up behind you, his hands cupping your breasts and bringing them against your chest.

"Good. I was lying," he admitted, pulling your back to his front.

Being pregnant meant lots and lots of changes. The most obvious ones occurred in two places. The first, your bump, which was now heavy enough to stress you out, and the second, your tits. Remus Lupin was a simple man, and he liked many, many things about you. If one of these things were your breasts, that was between you and him. And he made it between you and him often.

You let your head fall back on his shoulder. He looked down at you, your eyes so big from this angle, and kissed a triangle on your forehead. You smiled. His hands teased the edge of your sleep shirt and then he was pulling it up, over your chest. You held it up, so openly eager it made him impossibly want you more. He was gentle with you, weary of your breasts' tenderness that you complained of every now and then, ghosting the pads of his fingers over your chest.

You shuddered into his back. He grinned and did it again.

The exclusive Potter summer barbecue was in full swing, or as full swing as a party of five adults and one and a half children could be. There was a small paddling pool sequestered in one corner of the greenery with a bin-bag handmade slip and slide, where Harry was covered in fresh smelling suds, throwing himself down the slippery path and screaming in glee when his father copied him.

The barbecue itself was at the opposite end of the garden being tended by Lily, looking radiant in a tennis hat and a pair of shorts that showed off her lovely milky legs.

Sirius loitered by the barbecue, squawking in indignation when he tried to shut the lid and Lily clamped the greasy tongs around his hand. "Be thankful they aren't hot," she warned him.

Remus chuckled at this where he was sitting on the picnic table next to you, his laugh so boisterous it moved the wood of the table.

"I wouldn't mess with her," he said.

"No," you agreed, grinning, "me neither."

"Remus! Go and collect us some more beverages!" Sirius called, though it was hardly necessary. The garden was so peaceful you would've heard him if he whispered, the only sounds were the sizzle of cooking hot dogs and the lazy trickle of the hose pipe.

"I'll do it. Escape the heat for a few blessed seconds," you offered, climbing to your feet with a barely contained moan

"Alright, be careful," Remus said, legs stretched out in front of him. They were giving him trouble this week so you wanted him to soak in as much summer warmth as he could.

You were opening the fridge when you heard laughter drifting towards the patio doors. Sirius climbed through, the ends of a chuckle following him.

"What's funny?" you asked, smiling at him.

"Potter's giving it large about me forcing pregnant women to do things for me," he said, coming to stand near the fridge. You moved out the way, hand on your stomach.

Sirius peered into the fridge curiously. "What are you drinking?"

"Anything, I'm not picky."

He looked over his shoulder with a humorous smile. "I certainly hope you aren't drinking anything."

"Anything soft," you conceded.

Sirius nodded, pulling out cans of pop and glass bottles of juice. They soon began sweating with condensation on the counter as Sirius depotted them into glasses filled with ice.

You let yourself sit heavily on one of the breakfast bar stools. You'd found yourself extremely tired these days and took reprieve in getting off of your aching feet.

It was odd to describe, but you felt the silence turn from amicable to awkward.

"You know, I've been meaning to ask, what do you work as?" Sirius said. Something in his voice was wrong, fake where he was usually kind, if teasing.

"I'm a catering assistant at the local care home."

"A glorified sandwich maker?"

It hurt your feelings. You laughed it off. "I guess so."

Sirius stopped pretending to look for other things in the fridge and settled on his elbows on the island in front of you, handsome face turning mocking.

"Baby Y/L/N will come out making shit lasagna and dry roast dinner then."

You couldn't work out his game. "Only if we're lucky."

His eyes narrowed incrementally. "Yeah, we. Remus uses that word a lot too, especially talking about the baby."

You bit back a smile. "It's no secret."

"But it's not his."

"No."

"One night stand?"

You felt your heart beating in your chest. He knew this already, it had been one of the first things he'd ever learned about you, third only to your name and your pregnancy. "Yeah."

"Isn't that a little… irresponsible?"

You flinched, picking at the thread work on your flowing shirt. "Sure."

"He," you assumed this to be the one night stand, "doesn't know about-" he gestured to his own stomach.

"I-" you swallowed, face bright red, "I didn't catch his name."

The drinks were really sweating now, leaving fat rings of moisture on the glossy, dark countertop that shone like planetary rings.

"He's poor as dirt, you know," he said lightly, bringing a drink upto his mouth.

You felt your humiliation turn.

"Excuse me?"

"That can't surprise you," he said, eyebrows raised. "There's no cash payout coming."

You felt the anger in you collect into a fine point, like water dripping down to form a needle sharp icicle, frozen solid and one bad shake from crashing to the ground. "Fuck you. Fuck you, you're supposed to be his friend. How can you think like that? Like I'd only be with him for money?"

Sirius' peaceable expression turned smug. He opened his mouth to speak and you beat him to it, shooting to your feet. "If you really think that he has nothing to give because he isn't still eating off of mummy's silver spoon, you're not his friend. You're a pompous, shallow-" his mouth began to curl downwards into a frown and you smirked, guiltily pleased to be hurting his feelings, "snobby bastard!"

"There you are," he said, nodding to himself. "That's what I thought."

You faltered. "What?" you demanded.

"Me and you are cut from the same cloth, dollface. Just wanted to see how deeply the similarities ran."

You stilled completely. "If you don't fucking-"

"Y/N!" Remus said, staring at you from the doorway in shock. "What's wrong?"

"Your friend is a bastard, that's what's wrong."

Remus looked between you and Sirius, a deeply uncomfortable look on his face. He approached you slowly as though you were a wild, aggressive animal, and couldn't blame him for it. You felt like you could grab his dark-haired friend by the neck and squeeze.

He carefully wrapped his fingers around your upper arm. "Shh, it's alright. It's really important that you don't get so stressed out, remember?"

You were still so angry, angrier still that he was talking to you like this, though you knew that had you been in your right mind you would've found it endearing. You bit your tongue as hard as you could and would later forgive yourself for rolling your eyes at what you perceived at the time as condescension.

"You go back out into the garden and I'll sort it," he said, eyes flicking back to Sirius. Sirius looked as though he were a moth pinned.

You nodded, striding out of the kitchen and into the garden, listening to their voices floating out through the patio doors. If you strained your ears, you could hear the louder of their words from where you stood midway down the grassy garden.

"- is wrong with you? She's 7 months pregnant. You can't fucking wind her up like that."

"Mate, it wasn't like that-"

Harry shrieked, jumping out of the paddling pool to track slate grey footprints in the paving stones. James followed him closely, a small plastic jug full of what now was likely tepid water and bits of grass, raining water down on his son's head.

"Dad!" Harry shouted. "Stop!"

"What? You want more water? How can you still be thirsty? You've drunk half the pool!"

"DAD!"

You smiled at the interaction, momentarily forgetting what you'd left behind until Remus' stoney voice peaked again.

"That's not up to you!"

"I know that," Sirius said. You had to concentrate to understand what they were saying, and some words escaped you.

"I could've told you… not fucking… Sirius, for God's sake!"

"Jesus, Moons, you're-" there was a deal of unintelligible words here, "it's not like I thought she was a sleeper agent!"

"I'm going to fucking tackle you," Remus said.

"James tried to warn him," Lily told you, bringing you back to yourself.

You frowned. "What?"

Lily tilted her head towards the shouting. "James guessed he would try pushing your buttons. Sirius can be so overprotective when it comes to Remus, and he sees a lot of himself in you. James, he told SIrius it was a bad idea to mess with a pregnant woman, but he didn't listen."

Lily sighed, though a smile warmed the edges of her mouth, her eyes on her small family. "When we were young, Sirius did something - stupid. Really stupid. He hurt Remus badly… it's not my business to say, and to this day I don't know everything, but you remind Sirius of himself, so I think he needed to know for his own piece of mind that you were in it sincerely."

You dug your nails into your thigh. "I don't appreciate the mind games."

Lily nodded. "James did scold him, but still- Sirius isn't mean willed, but he thinks with his heart and not his head."

You deflated suddenly, slouching. "I'm still mad," you muttered.

Lily shrugged. "You don't have to forgive him for being a dick. Make him suffer a little bit. Tease the godparent role."

You laughed, your furious heartbeat tampering down just slightly. You began to feel lightheaded and went back to the picnic bench, scalp already burning hot once again. You craved the cold drinks you'd left behind, and no sooner had you had the thought than a fine, ring laden hand was putting one down in front of you.

"Truce?"

"You started it," you muttered, chasing the straw with your mouth.

Sirius watched you swig with an apologetic grimace. "I did. I'm sorry, I wouldn't have tried to get a rise out of you if I knew the rise was going to be so aggressive."

You sighed through your nose. "Not to pull the pregnant card or anything, but I'm literally pregnant. How else would you expect me to react?"

"Right, you're right. I should've known better, that's on me. And I'm sorry for not asking directly, but I'm a firm believer in showing instead of telling, and I think you are too."

You looked down at your chipped nail polish, flustered. "Yeah, I guess I'd say that too."

"Like I said earlier," Sirius said, tapping his forehead, "we're cut from the same cloth. If Remus were gay, you'd have a cause for concern, we're so similar."

"I go both ways," Remus said, pushing into the bench next to you so your damp legs were pressed together. "Y/N did it better. You okay?" he asked, directing the last part at you.

"Fine, now I know your idiot friend doesn't really think I'm a gold digger."

Sirius chuckled. "I didn't ever think that."

"You're not?" Remus asked, faux disappointed. "How will I un-win the lottery now?"

"I could be persuaded to pick up the shovel," you joked back.

"I'm the one who's supposed to be doing the shovel talk," James said, sweaty and breathing hard. He threw himself down next to Sirius. "That bugger's fast."

"Why am I being so heavily scrutinised today?" you groaned, dropping your face into Remus' shoulder. "I thought you guys liked me."

"I never said the shovel talk was for you. Remus, if you ever hurt her-"

"I do like you! I just wanted to see how far you'd go to defend our Remus here," Sirius said, wiping his wet hands in James wetter arm and cringing.

"What made you think I wouldn't?"

He looked guilty at this. Ultimately, you couldn't blame him for being skeptical. You were pregnant with someone else's baby and in a relationship of only a few months - it wasn't a traditional scenario. But just because it was unconventional didn't mean it was wrong, or doomed to fail, at least in your own eyes. You'd forgive Remus' friends for taking a little while longer to come around, especially when Remus never seemed to question for a second that you were what he wanted.

He put his hand in your hair and shouted in alarm. "Your head! Here, let me go find you a hat," he said, jumping to his feet.

James laughed, shoulders shaking. "I don't know why you're so worried," he said to Sirius.

You smiled to yourself, pleased.

“I think you like me more pregnant,” you said, shivering at Remus’ cold fingertips on your tummy.

He shifted closer, hot breath against your skin.

“I’ve only really known you pregnant,” he pointed out,

You'd considered this at length. “Will you stop fancying me once I'm not pregnant anymore?"

“Don’t know. Will you have another if I say yes?” he joked

“You want more?”

“I want yours,” he said, kissing your tummy. “But seriously, no! I will not stop fancying you once you have the baby."

You rolled your eyes, resting your hand in his soft hair.

Your water broke in Sirius' living room two weeks before the due date. Never before had you seen him so worried, and never so tender as he helped you down the stairs. Remus stuttered behind you, pale faced as Sirius guided you into your seat.

Remus stood in front of your open door. Lily was screaming at James to get out of the front seat, because in what world did he think he would be allowed to drive right now? They swapped seats, and you realise your hands were shaking, really shaking as the contractions came sharper and quicker.

Your face pinched, in the midst of a wave of pain, as Remus clipped your seatbelt around you. "That's it, keep breathing doll. You're doing so well, so well."

James sat half in Sirius' lap to avoid crushing you. Remus grabbed onto the door handle, about to swing it shut when you grabbed his hand, eyes wide in panic.

"If you do this with me," you said frantically, chest rising and falling with the fear of it, "I- I can't help but feel like I'm taking something from you. You're so young. Your first kid won't be yours. I want you to have a perfect life - I want you to have everything," you confessed, half-misery, half-agony.

Remus stared at you with his lips parted, hands still on the door handle. Lily was shouting at him to shut the door, to finish this at the hospital, but Remus didn't budge.

"Taking something from me?" He rushed into the words, syllables skipping. "Sweetheart, you're giving me something- you're giving me everything. I want you. I want this life. I want you and I want baby and I want us to live in a brownstone and have stupid Sunday lunch and all of our friends will be jealous because we're gonna be so fucking happy! I don't care who made her with you, she's yours, and I promised I'd take care of you both a long time ago. Why can't you see that for me, you're not a factor in my perfect life, you're the first requirement?"

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” you said. You were crying steadfastly, but ignoring the tears. “I wish we’d met before,” you confessed finally, scared and confused, a contraction rocking through you again.

“I don’t!” he shouted, so loudly that everyone was shocked. “I love you now. I want this now.”

“Remus!” James said finally from Sirius' lap, in as no nonsense a voice as he'd ever employed. “Get in the fucking car!”

You stared at him, the hints of a smile on your face.

Remus kissed you once as quickly as he could and shut your door, rounding the car to climb in the front seat. He was instantly bending over the back of his chair, pressing his hand to your shoulder.

“We’ll, wasn’t that dramatic?” Sirius asked. He was swiftly elbowed from both sides.

“It’s alright, me and James had the same argument.” Lily said to you.

“You did?” you asked, trying to hold onto your emotions. They slipped like water in your hands, clouded away by the pain in your abdomen.

“No.”

Remus groaned. “Nice, Lils.”

“How far away is the hospital?” Sirius asked.

“I don’t know,” Remus said.

“You don’t know? You’re about to have a baby and you don’t know where the hospital is?”

“Sirius,” James said, grabbing his dark-haired friend by the scruff of his neck. “Shut up.”

“I know where the hospital is!” Remus protested.

You felt another oncoming contraction and bent over, hands pressed to your chest, moaning in pain as quietly as you could manage. James patted your shoulder.

“How bad is it? How far apart are they?” Lily asked you.

You shook your head, you hadn’t been counting.

“Remus?”

“5 minutes,” Remus answered her.

You gripped the edge of your seat, shaking your head as if there was water in your ears. “I’m having a baby,” you said, voice warped with pain.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you are,” Remus said.

"I don't have my baby bag."

"Don't worry about that, we'll drop you off and go get it," James said. Lily hummed her agreement. "You just focus on not giving birth in my car."

You didn't have your baby in the car, much to James' delight. You had her in a hospital bed on the maternity ward with Remus' hand in yours. Only after did you realise you'd squeezed fingerprint bruises into his hand. He hadn't complained once.

You held your baby, finally sleeping, in your arms. Remus kissed your sweaty forehead, staring at you like you were the prettiest girl on planet earth.

"Well done, sweetheart," he said, hand pressed gently to the crown of your head.

You couldn't help looking at baby like she was an alien. Remus sat on the edge of your bed to wrap his arm around your shoulder comfortingly. Despite the labour process being completely over now you were in agony, so tired your eyes kept sliding shut.

"Don't let me drop her," you begged him.

"I won't," he promised. He kissed your cheek, your temple, the top of your ear. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you for doing this with me," you said, feeling an awful lovely heat in the corners of your eyes as you met his. "Thank you, Remus."

He touched his forehead to yours. You both closed your eyes, you arms pulling baby in closer.

"I love you," you whispered.

He laughed through each word as he said, "I love you too."

"Why is that funny?" you asked, shifting away from him.

"It's not funny, I'm just so happy," he said, eyes moving to your sleeping daughter.

"Me too," you said hoarsely.

James burst through the door with a thousand balloons on pretty, bursting ribbons and a thermos. "We got soup! Congratulations on your baby!" he almost shouted. Lily shushed him with a lack of any real heat, rounding his pillar or iridescent baby balloons to gawp at the baby in your arms.

"She's so cute!"

"She looks like you," James said to Remus, grinning like a fool.

"Ha ha," he said dryly.

Lily pulled the blue padded chair to the side of your bed and squeezed your upper arm kindly. "She's beautiful."

"I know. I can't believe I made her."

"I can," Lily said easily. She looked at your face, an assessment. "Don't you want a shower, lovely?"

"I'm too afraid to put her down."

"Me and James can have her for a little while, if you'd like? Or I'm sure we can find her a bassinet, somewhere," Lily said, pouting in sympathy. "I know it's scary."

You looked at Remus. You could see in his face that he trusted these people completely and you trusted him, so you passed your little bundle of love into her arms. Lily handled her with all the expertise of the adoring mother she was.

You let Remus practically lift you out of the bed and seat you on the edge of a plastic sticky chair so he could grab the baby bag. He swung it over his shoulder and leaned down so you could wrap your arm around his neck, propped up and walking on numb legs to the shower room.

"Will you come in and help me?" you asked him worriedly.

He shouldered the door open and led you in. "Lean against the wall if you feel weak, okay?"

You nodded. He locked the door and turned to the shower. It was old-school, one button and one temperature with a timer. You had to press the button every other minute. He frowned at this but said nothing, folding out the bench against the wall and returning to your side.

"Let's get you out of these," he said softly. And so you shed his hoodie that had barely fit and still didn't, your gown and your bloody underwear, cringing.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" he asked. You really were, but he sounded so worried that you lied and shook your head.

"Everyone bleeds a bit after they have a baby," you tell him, looking down at your weird tummy with your arm hooked over his shoulder for balance as he kneeled down to take your socks off.

He stood up and squeezed your shoulder. Everybody was squeezing you after giving birth, like you were a postnatal stress ball. And if they're stressed, imagine how I feel! you thought. His hand ran down your arms to catch your fingers, pulling you by the hand gently across the wet room to sit on the shower bench.

"Remember when you asked me if I'd still fancy you when you're not pregnant?" he asked, pressing his palm into the heavy button.

Warm water sprayed over your skin. You sighed into it, momentarily distracted by pleasure. He drifted over to the baby bag and pulled your pyjamas out, new and blue and picked out by him in the supermarket. You'd been uninterested. "Any will do, Remus." He hadn't agreed, had stood there running fabric between his fingers for half an hour.

"You've come to a verdict?"

"Well, I definitely do still fancy you," he said, having retrieved your clear toiletries wallet. "Though I'd tell you that just so I never have to see you have another."

"Suffered, did you?" you asked sarcastically, tipping your head back under the spray.

"I never want to see you in that much pain ever again," he said seriously, rolling up his sleeves.

He took your shampoo into his hands and poured out a generous dollop, rubbing it into a bubbly lather. You aimed your head from under the spray and let him run his fingers over your hair and then through it, hands so gentle you felt your eyes growing heavy. You made a pleased sound in the back of your throat, prompting him into leaving two sweet kisses over the side of your face.

He smoothed everything away from your face and had to hit the shower button again to start the water up.

"We'll adopt the next one," you said agreeably as he massaged the soap from your hair.

"Good idea," he murmured back, voice impossibly warm.

He passed you a loofah covered in fresh smelling shower gel. "Be gentle," he reminded you. You were, scrubbing weakly at your arms, your bump, your legs as he ran a sweet smelling conditioner through the ends of your hair.

You winced as you went, watching a small stream of rust disappear down the drain. Remus hit the button a few times like that might help and told you to lean back and let the conditioner wash out, drying his arms off with your towel before standing in front of you with it opened wide. You stood, fighting fatigue and aching, for him to wrap it around you tightly.

You couldn't figure out why but you suddenly, desperately wanted to hug him. You tucked the towel in so it wouldn't fall and reached for his arms.

"What? Sweetheart?" he asked, reciprocating your hug even if he couldn't figure it out. His hands came tight around your shoulders though he was careful not to press against your front.

He smelled like himself, a little like sweat which was shamefully nice, and his arms were familiar around you. It was a small pocket of paradise, his arms a tiny haven.

"I love you," you told him. Even though you'd already told him barely a half hour before.

"I love you too. More than you know," he said back instantly, the flesh of his palm wiping a firm, grounding line up your spine. "How do you feel? A little better?"

You weighed your options. "I'm really, really tired."

He pulled your head from his shoulder and cradled your cheeks in his hands. "I know. You can sleep as soon as you're dressed. Alright? Let's get you dressed and get back to baby."

He mostly left the drying off to you, though he watched carefully as though worried you'd topple over. He stuck a postnatal pad into your underwear without you having to ask, and it made your chest really, really ache, in a good way, kneeling in front of you to help you step in.

"It won't hurt so terribly after you've had a good sleep," he assured you, helping you into the soft, cotton drawstring trousers he'd picked out.

He tied the strings gently around your bump and you grimaced. "When does this insipid thing go away?" you asked mock bitterly, mostly joking.

He rubbed the hill of your bump with his thumb. "Don't be cruel. That insipid thing did a brilliant job."

"The stretch marks feel unnecessary," you argued.

"I like them," he said, ducking down to retrieve the oversized top he'd laid aside.

"You're biased," you said, arms aching as you raised them high to let him dress you in the shirt like a child. It was nice to be treated so tenderly.

"I'm not biased," he refuted, chuckling as he straightened out your hem. "You're beautiful."

He nodded to himself in triumph and you rolled your eyes, wanting to kiss him. Instead, you sat on the closed lid of the toilet, determined to put your own socks on as he shoved everything back into the baby bag. He rolled his sleeves back down and put the baby bag over his shoulder again. He looked weirdly right with it on. Maybe you could convince him to be the nappy bag holder in the relationship. Maybe even the nappy doer. That would be nice.

He had this look on his face like he knew what you were thinking. You hooked the second sock over your ankle and stood back up.

"I feel better and worse. I feel less disgusting, but I don't feel very well," you confessed to him.

"I'll get you some food and then you can sleep," he said firmly.

Remus did a once over of the room and then a once over of you, hair ruffled and looking like maybe he could use a shower himself. My poor boy, you thought, reaching out to comb his hair with your fingers. Your fingertips chartered a featherlight touch from his hairline to his chin. You stepped forward and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw and then stepped back.

"You need to eat, too," you said.

He smiled wide. "I will."

"Taking care of me includes taking care of you."

"I know, sweetheart. Me and you are a team. Me, you and baby, now."

"I think James had soup," you informed him as he pushed open the door.

The ward hallway was louder but cooler in comparison. The air felt nice on your damp face.

"You want soup? I'll get you soup. Give me five minutes and you'll be drinking out of that thermos, babe."

And he did. You sat with the thermos in your hands on the bed, a sullen James on one side and a smirking Remus on the other, baby in his arms.

"So, what's her name?" Lily asked, sitting at the end of your bed. Everytime she moved her perfume coasted towards you in a warm, comforting wave.

Remus looked at you inquiringly.

"I was thinking…" you twisted the cap off the soup, twisted it back on, "Well, she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for love, right? So maybe something that means love."

Lily nodded. "That's wonderful. Really. We'll have to go through the baby names book when you're feeling better and mark them down."

"Eat my soup," James said indignantly after another lid twist. "Stop teasing me."

Remus held a slowly rousing baby to his chest and nodded. "Eat your soup," he whispered pointedly.

You squinted through closed lashes at your boyfriend. He was slumped in the chair he had been in when you fell asleep, baby pressed close to his chest. He was looking down at her and murmuring something too low to hear, but the sound of his voice alone made you smile.

"Remus," you mumbled, and yawned loud. "Ouch."

"We've been waiting for you for hours," he whispered. Then, looking down at baby. "Haven't we, sweetheart?"

You pushed up into a sitting position and winced at the ache between your legs.

"You want some ibuprofen?" he asked.

"No, I'm okay." Best he stayed still. How long do babies usually sleep? You reckoned she would be crying up a storm again soon enough.

He tucked baby's head towards his chest and smiled at you uneasily.

"What?" you asked, panicked quickly by his expression. "What?"

"Nothing! It's nothing bad."

"But there's an it?"

"I got you something, alright? Stop freaking out. Everything's okay. I'm just nervous to give you a present."

"Oh," you say. "Whew. Okay, a gift." You lie down on the elevated hospital bed with a pleased smile. "I like gifts."

He stood up, arm wrapped around baby securely. He fished for something in his back pocket. You took it quickly so he could have both arms around your daughter as he sat at the end of your bed.

You shimmied the little box open to find a gold-chain necklace inside with a small heart pendant hanging from it. The front was bare, the back engraved with only one word. ‘sweet’ in looping cursive.

You pulled it from the box and held it in your palm.

"You're supposed to get the mother of your child a present, after they give birth," he said hesitantly.

You closed your fingers around the chain and smiled so hard with so much happiness it forced a pleased exhale from your nose.

"You didn't have to get me anything," you said. It was beautiful.

"A gift for a gift," he proposed.

"Our daughter," you said, low, looking at him with a ridiculous amount of love as his golden brown eyes lit up like burning stars, "isn’t something you have to pay me back for. Ever. She wouldn't be here if I didn't have you."

He held his hand out. You knitted your fingers through his, felt the firm pressure as he pressed the pads of his fingertips into your knuckles and circled his thumb around your index finger, locking you in.

Baby started crying soon after. Neither of you held it against her.

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messers-moony · 3 years

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My Everything | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Wife!Reader

Summary: When five marauders goes to two within the instance of a day. Two children are left without fathers and a wife is left without a husband.

Request: Sirius Black x Wife!reader reuniting and she's Remus sister

A/N: My first Harry Potter request. I got so excited to see this in my inbox and I hope it isn’t the last :)

Perhaps it was the feeling of betrayal she felt when he was finally gone. The fact that everything he’d ever said was a lie. She couldn’t help but think maybe his vows were a lie too. The five Marauders were now two. Only two left. How did this even happen?

The unbreakable group of five. James Potter, the so-called leader of them all. The mom friend who always made sure everyone was okay and cared for. Sirius Black, the second in command. The mischievous, charismatic troublemaker who was always in detention. Peter Pettigrew, the outcast of them all. The shy and naive boy who gave them all a sense of logic. Remus Lupin, the intelligent and solace of them all. The only boy smart enough not to get caught. Y/n Lupin, the creative and sneaky one. The only one who could sneak and out of the Potions cabinet without Slughorn noticing.

Now it was just the Lupin twins who, as Sirius called them, the “Linking Lupins.” It was hard in the beginning. First-year was difficult. All they had was each other. Lyall hadn’t really been accepting in the first place, but Hope was always blissfully unaware of her son's problem. All she knew was that he had to go away once a month. Lyall cursed himself out every night that Remus went away, cursing himself for letting this happen to his son.

The cries of his baby girl begging for her brother. The wails of Y/n pleading for Remus not to go away. Not wanting to let go of him, hearing Remus from inside the room in the basement begging to be let out. Sobbing, crying for his mum or his dad to let him out, praying that the wolf doesn’t take over. Whimpering at how much it hurts the way his bones dislocate and relocate back together in a new way.

So yeah, first year was challenging. But Dumbledore had a safe place for him to go every evening of the full moon, and Y/n would be there when he woke up every time. Remus relished in the way her hands felt in his. They were so soft compared to his calloused ones. So gentle compared to his often rough movements. Small compared to big. She was everything he wasn’t, and he was happy about that.

James Potter was the first to talk to them with his flamboyant nature. His eyes were the lightest of browns with spotted glittering green. His smile was perfect and straight. How could someone’s smile be that way at the ripe age of eleven? Despite his aura screaming, “I’m the popular kid, and you’re the loser,” he was actually quite nice.

Upon looking at James, the Lupin twins both thought of trouble. They remembered the popular kids from their muggle school before this one, how they used to belittle Remus for his scars and how Y/n used to push them away. So, forgive them for being a little cautious around him. It didn’t help that James’ counterpart was the opposite of them both.

Sirius Black, lanky and confident. This boy had no boundaries and absolutely no limits. If he wanted it, he was going to get it. His eyes were the purest iron, and his smile was white like quartz. Hair black as coal and personality as gregarious as the color wheel. His style was toned back, but his character could’ve put the color wheel to shame with how bright he was. Sirius Black could’ve been the antonym to Remus and Y/n Lupin.

During second year they found another boy who was being beaten by Slytherins for his scarlet and golden robes. He was stocky, and it seems that he was pretty timid. His blond hair was disheveled, and his blue eyes full of fright. Y/n had stepped in front of him just like she had Remus from the bullies back in muggle school. Her wand was held tight in her grip as she stared at them.

“What are you gonna do, Loony Lupin?” One of them snarled.

“Aguamenti.”

The Slytherins were now covered in water. Damp like they had all taken a shower with their clothes on. Their black robes turned a shade darker. The evergreen accents turned olive, and the silver turned into grey. The main Slytherin boy gritted his teeth, and his icy eyes stared into Y/n’s e/c ones.

“You’ll pay for that.”

Y/n pocketed her wand in her robes, smiling sweetly, “I’m sure I will. Now, run along before I do something worse.”

They didn’t want to obey, but they also didn’t want to stay in that situation. The Slytherins scurried off like dogs following their owner's command. Y/n fixed her hair with her hand and turned around. She was offering her soft hand to the boy who was frozen, shocked, staring at her. Hesitantly he gripped her hand, allowing her to pull him up. She was only slightly shorter than him.

“Y/n Lupin.” She introduced, “You are?”

“Pe- Peter Pettigrew.”

Y/n bowed playfully, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Peter.”

“Pleasure.” Peter muttered shyly as her group of friends approached.

Remus swung an arm around her shoulders, “You’re bloody brilliant, you know?”

“Our star.” Sirius swooned jokingly as Y/n punched his shoulder, causing him to pout, “Who’s this?” James queried, looking at Peter, who cowered under the hazel-eyed gaze.

“Boys,” Y/n smiled brightly, “This is our new member of the Marauders. Peter Pettigrew.”

Peter fiddled with his hands anxiously, “New- New member?”

“Mhm!” Y/n hummed, “You’re our new addition.”

James smiled, “Any friend of Y/n’s is a friend of ours. Welcome, Peter.”

From then it went from four to five. Peter never really stopped thanking them for letting him in. For the first time, Peter felt at home, and it was thanks to Y/n. He realized how kind she was, how creative she was. It was so strange. The group was so different, like extraordinarily diverse, yet they worked together so well. Y/n and Remus seemed to be the brains of things. James and Sirius seemed to be the trouble makers. Peter just did his own thing but always contributed.

In fifth year Remus started to worry. Everyone was so secretive. They stopped hanging around as much, even his sister. It hurt. It really hurt to see them seeking around on the map that he and Y/n created together for the most part. It wasn’t until during the winter break did Y/n finally realize what they were doing affected them.

Remus barely cried. Or at least that’s what people made it out to seem. Remus actually cried a decent amount. He was snuggled up in his room. His blanket encasing him, and his arms held around his pillow tightly, gripping it as if it’d leave him like he felt everyone else was. His heart felt broken. Y/n was outside his door, hearing his soft cries, and gently knocked on the door.

“Rem. Can I come in, please?”

He didn’t say anything, so she just let herself in. The door closed behind her with a click, and she saw her tall brother curled up into the tightest ball with silver streams on his cheeks. Y/n sat in front of him and rubbed the side of his arm. Remus’ eyes continue to release water like a dam that had been broken. He couldn’t swallow it no matter how hard he tried.

“What’s wrong, Rem?”

Remus didn’t say anything. He just dug his head deeper into the pillow he was holding. Y/n’s hand made its way to his sandy-colored hair. She was scratching at the scalp and smoothing his hair away from his face keeping the strands from getting wet. Her hand hesitantly reached his cheek and wiped away the tears that kept falling.

She sighed, “Remus, please.”

“You’re- you’re gon’ leave me, aren’ you.” Remus choked.

“Leave you?” Y/n questioned softly, afraid if she raised her voice any more, it’d make things worse, “I wouldn’t leave you if I was given a chance, Remmy.”

He sniffled, “You- you haven’ been a- around.”

“I know.” Y/n soothed, caressing his cheek, “But there’s an explanation for it. James, Sirius, Peter, and I have been distant. We know that. But there’s a reason for it. You’ll find out soon.”

Remus’ eyes met his sister's warm e/c ones, “Please don’t leave me.”

“Never.”

He smiled gently. The corners of his lips barely curled, but she knew it was there. Remus had fallen asleep with his sister's hand in his hair. When she was sure he was sleeping, Y/n left the bedroom, allowing him to sleep peacefully. Then she wrote a letter to James where she knew Sirius was staying too.

One more week, Y/n thought. One more week of this Mandrake leaf in their mouths until they could be done with this.

It took another month before it was ready. Before they were ready. They were in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom when they started. James started first. When he turned into a stag, they all began laughing. James turned back, pouting. Sirius turned second into a huge black dog. Y/n smiled and petted his head.

“Very fitting, Sirius.”

Sirius turned back, letting Peter turn next. He was so tiny that Sirius almost stepped on him. James and Y/n sniggered at their rat friend. Next was Y/n, who turned into a graceful cat. Her fur was black, and her eyes were a striking e/c. James smirked and nudged Sirius.

“Matching animagus’, eh?”

Sirius scowled, “Cats and dogs don’t match.”

Y/n turned back, “Don’t they?”

“Ready for this full moon?” James asked them all.

“‘Course!”

“Yep!”

“Can’t wait.”

That full moon was better than them all. Remus had people to join him. There was something that he noticed, though. Every time he’d get close to the cat, the dog would growl and stand in front of her. It was like the dog was protecting what was his. Y/n noticed it too. Every time Remus got close, Sirius stood in front of her, keeping him at a safe distance.

It wasn’t until a quiet night in the Marauders dorm did Remus finally bring it up, “Sirius.”

“Remus.”

“How long?”

Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “How long what?”

“You know,” Remus moved his hand in a circular motion for him to continue, “How long have you liked my sister?”

“Woah, Remus.” Sirius stated in shock, “That’s quite the accusation.”

Remus tilted his head, “Is it?”

“Yeah. It is.” Sirius replied, “Y/n is my friend. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“So, you not sleeping with any girls for the past year is just a coincidence?” Remus questioned knowingly, “You staring at her during class and parties is just on accident?”

Sirius’ cheeks went pink, “And it’s definitely a coincidence that you always hug her first after every Quidditch match.”

“Okay, fine, fine.” Sirius confessed, “I like Y/n. I have for a while.”

“So why haven’t you asked her out?”

“Excuse me?”

Remus shrugged, “Why haven’t you asked her out yet? You know she enjoys going to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks.”

“Mate, have you forgotten we’re talking about your sister?” Sirius asked, “Like your twin sister?”

“I know.” Remus replied, “She likes you too, you know.”

Sirius’ eyes were practically bulging out of his skull. How in the name of Merlin was Remus so calm about this? He said it so casually as if they were talking about the weather. Sirius expected Remus to get angry or throw a book at him.

“Are you- Are you giving me permission to date your sister?”

“As long as you don’t hurt her, sure.”

Sirius hesitated before asking his next question, “Can you help me do it?”

Remus smirked, “Casanova of Hogwarts can’t ask out Y/n?”

“Please, Remus.” Sirius begged, “I really like her, and I don’t want to fuck this up.”

Remus snorted, “You always fuck things up.”

“That’s why I need you!”

Remus just smirked triumphantly.

“Pleaaaseeeeeee.”

“Alright, fine.” Remus relented, “Just be cool about it, yeah? Take her to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. She’d enjoy that a lot. Maybe take her to Tomes and Scrolls.”

“You’re a lifesaver!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Remus rolled his eyes, “Now shut up. ‘M tired.”

The following day Sirius and Y/n did go to Hogsmeade together. She was amazed when they went into Honeydukes together. She picked out some of her favorite sweets and some for Remus since the full moon was a week away. When she went to pay for it, Sirius pushed her hand away, paying for it himself. Y/n wouldn’t stop thanking him.

Next, they went to Tomes and Scrolls. On any ordinary occasion, Sirius would’ve hated this. Truth be told, he wasn’t really a reader or a book person in general. But for her, he’d do absolutely anything. Y/n picked out some new books and began raving to Sirius about one in particular. So again, Sirius paid for them and told her to find a table in the Three Broomsticks.

Sirius went to the area where the book she was raving about was found. He grabbed one for himself, planning to read and annotate it for her. Maybe he’d give it to her as a birthday gift or just a random gift. Nonetheless, he knew she’d love it, and Sirius would fall off a cliff if she asked him to.

Inside he found her sitting with a hot chocolate and a butterbeer for himself. Sirius slid into the booth smiling at her. They talked about everything and anything. Sirius even went as far as to tell her some stuff about his family the other guys didn’t know about. He went on about how he envied Remus and her relationship wanting the same thing with Regulus.

Sirius told her how he wanted his future to look. How many tattoos he wanted. Where he wanted to live. How many children he wanted. So on and so forth. He was so open and so honest it surprised her. Generally, if someone asked Sirius what he wanted his future to look at, he’d just shrug. Now he was spilling everything to her.

It didn’t take long after that for them to become official. Remus smiled when she announced it. He was happy for her. Remus could see how happy Sirius made her, and for that, he was grateful that someone could take care of her in his absence. Y/n only wanted that for him too. One day she’d have a family, and Remus wouldn’t be her main priority. That scared her because, for all seventeen years of her life, it was just her and Remus.

After graduating from Hogwarts, they got married. It wasn’t anything huge, especially with Voldemort on the rise, but it happened. James was Sirius’ best man, and Marlene was Y/n’s maid of honor. Remus walked Y/n down the aisle and gently kissed her cheek before letting her go. Seeing Sirius and Y/n get married made James overjoyed to marry Lily, but that would happen all in due time.

So what was it that made her feel this way? Was it the betrayal? Was it the dishonesty? Was it the disloyalty? What was it in truth? The moment Sirius was locked away in Azkaban, everything changed. When Remus heard about it, she was his first stop. Inside he saw her with a baby on her lap. Their baby boy, just a year old. He was born only months before Harry.

Little Perseus Sirius Black. Y/n’s pride and joy. He was everything to her. Remus had walked into the house seeing his broken sister holding her child close to her as he cried. Remus walked in and gently took the child from her arms, allowing her to lean on his shoulder as he held Perseus. The little boy smiled at the familiar face of his uncle.

“Rem!”

Remus smiled softly, “Hey, Perseus.”

It took a long time for Y/n to collect herself. Remus had taken a spot in the house since he couldn’t find a place by himself. Y/n worked at the ministry most days, and Remus would take care of her little troublemaker. As Perseus grew, he looked more and more like his mother. The same e/c eyes and h/c hair. The only thing that made him look like a Black was his defined body and facial structure.

The sharp jawline, the defined nose, the straight cheekbones, the semi-hollow cheeks, and the pointed chin. His features were that of the Noble House of Black, yet he could’ve made his way to look like a Lupin even more. For a while, Y/n worked a lot. She was trying to keep her family afloat. But it wasn’t until Remus said he got a job offer at Hogwarts did she have to stop. Working for her felt like nothing. Every day she was worried about Perseus going to school. Especially with Sirius being out of Azkaban.

The night that Remus saw Peter Pettigrew on the map, he knew something was wrong and sent Y/n and owl for her to come to Hogwarts. Without hesitation, she did. On the night of that full moon, she was also down in the Shrieking Shack, holding Harry close to her, not wanting him to get hurt. When everything got resolved, she cried.

Y/n went home that night rethinking everything. A week later, Remus and Perseus returned home. She couldn’t remember holding Percy that tight ever. Y/n was just thankful that he was safe and he was home. That night that Y/n and Remus told Percy what really happened, why his father was never really in the picture.

A year later is when Perseus finally met his father - well, that he can remember. He was fifteen now, going into his fifth year at Hogwarts when Y/n and Remus took him to Grimmauld Place 12. It felt foreign, and it felt evil. Needless to say, Percy didn’t like the place. Inside, Sirius was waiting for them along with many others.

When the door opened and shut gently, he knew it was her. For the first time in over twelve years, he’d be allowed with his wife again. The woman he loved and the woman he felt the most solace with. He’d also see the boy that he used to know grown up into a young adult. The young gentleman Sirius always wanted.

Perseus stood in front of her, Y/n’s hands on his shoulders. Sirius almost chuckled at it. Percy was protecting her even if she didn’t know it herself. He stood in front of her for a reason, to make sure she’d be safe. Sirius stood in front of them, swallowing harshly.

“Remus, Y/n.” He choked on the last name.

“Good evening Sirius.” Remus greeted politely, “How have you been?”

Sirius shuffled, “I’ve been better.”

Remus hugged him, whispering in his ear, “Don’t fuck this up.”

“Hey, Siri.” Y/n smiled with tears in her eyes, “Hey, love.”

Gently she walked in front of Percy and hugged him tightly. Sirius’ arms went around her waist, and his nose dug into her hair. The scent of her perfume and shampoo calming his nerves slightly. Y/n dug her head into his neck and placed her arms around him. They pulled away and smiled. Gently he kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry for believing that you would ever,” She looked down, “You know.”

Sirius picked her chin back up gently, “You have nothing to be sorry for, love.”

Y/n kissed his lips softly. His lips were far from how she remembered. They were no longer soft and tasted of smoke. Instead, they were chapped and tasted of firewhiskey. Perhaps some things never change. Their lips melded together perfectly, just as they did so many years ago. They pulled apart, smiling brightly. She pulled from his embrace to stand by his side.

“Sirius, this is-“

“Perseus, I know.”

Perseus smiled nervously; they had the same smile, the same straight smile, “Hi.”

“Hi.”

It was silent for a while as Perseus shuffled, “Are you- are you staying this time?”

“I’d like to.” Sirius replied, “I’m not quite sure the extent of my living abilities, but I’ll be here.”

“I’m- I'm in Slytherin.”

“Okay.”

Perseus looked incredulously, “Okay? That’s all you have to say?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being in Slytherin.” Sirius stated, “Your heart is in the right place.”

“How would you know?” Percy snapped, “You’ve been gone for most of my life. You don’t know anything about me.”

Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “So you standing in front of your Mather was just a happy accident? You weren’t planning on protecting her. Shall something go wrong?”

Percy looked at the ground, “Someone had to make sure she was safe while you were gone.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Life isn’t fair!” Percy yelled, “You left us. You don’t realize how badly you hurt her while you were gone.”

Remus walked back into the corridor to see Y/n frozen staring at her son. Sirius was standing in an argumentative stance. Percy’s eyes were filling with tears of frustration as he stared at the man who abandoned him from the start.

“You left me. You left mum. You left Remus.” Percy cried, “How did you expect this to go, huh?”

Sirius didn’t say anything, “Did you expect me to be happy?! Did you expect me to hug you and fall into your arms?!” Percy shouted, “Because I’m not. I’m not happy, and I’m not going to fall into your arms and hug you like a naive little boy. My mum deserves better than this bullshit.”

“Enough!” Remus snapped, and Percy froze, “Your father is risking his life to be here right now. To meet you. I get it. I wouldn’t be happy either if my father did what Sirius did. But with things, the way they are right now is holding a grudge really that important?”

“N- No, sir.”

“Percy.” Y/n called, and he stared at her with watery eyes as she approached him, “I get it. You’re angry, you’re upset, but he’s still your father. He wants to be here now.”

“B- But he-“

“I know, my love. He’s going to try and make up for it. You don’t have to trust him right away. You don’t have to say ‘I love you’ right away. He isn’t expecting that.” Y/n wiped the tears from his cheeks, “All he’s expecting is his son. The little boy that he last saw.”

Percy looked down, “I know you aren’t that little boy, and I wish you still were. The little boy that used to make me smile and laugh. The little boy that used to cause mischief around the house driving Remus mad.”

Sirius smiled, “You’re older now, and that will take some getting used to. I know you don’t remember, but Sirius used to be the only one who could get you to stop crying. He used to hold you all night, sleep with you in the rocking chair.”

“Sirius used to babble nonsense to you while I was at work. He used to take you to the park. Make you laugh by turning into a dog.” Percy sniffled, “Back then, Sirius was your everything, baby.”

Percy hugged his mom tight, “I- I’m scared.”

It was only loud enough for her to hear, “Why, baby?”

“What if- what if he leaves again?”

“He’s not going to.” Y/n moved the hair from his face, “Sirius wouldn’t leave us unless he had to.”

Percy knew what that meant. Sirius wouldn’t leave unless he got killed or died. Percy looked at Sirius’ eyes which were filled with tears from recalling the moments of his past. Y/n smiled reassuringly before Percy allowed himself to hug his father. He was wrapping his arms around his stomach, nuzzling his nose into his chest.

When they pulled apart, Sirius smiled, “You’re my everything, kiddo.”

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Falling in love in a coffee shop- Remus Lupin

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down I want to come too

It's freezing cold, snow thick in the air and ice layering the streets as Remus Lupin winds his way through the store fronts of Diagon Alley. He was cold, too cold, hand feeling like ice and tips of his ears red and so mainly because of the cold, and partly because he wanted a little silence he knows he won't get if he returns to the flat he shares with James, Sirius and Peter, he shoves his way into a small cafe.

He'd been in before, he thinks, at least he knew of it's existence. Next to the little bookshop that he'd found a load of hand painted hardback copies of muggle classics that he's obsessed over for so long his friends had gifted the complete collection to him for his birthday a few months ago.

If he'd been in before, he was certain she wasn't there. He'd remember her, he knows that. Behind the counter, sipping a steaming liquid from a mug clad in an oversized sweater and reading from a book, the cafe wasn't empty, but the customers were all served and at tables, she didn't seem to have noticed Remus' arrival.

She seems focused on the book, eyes scrunched a little and tongue poking out ever so slightly.

He almost wants to turn, to run out of the store because she seems so perfect to him, so utterly heavenly, that he doesn't want to disturb her, doesn't think he has the nerve to speak to her.

"Duckie, you got a customer," It's an older lady, sat in a trio of older ladies with plates of scones and a little teapot that pours tea into their china mugs whenever they empty.

"Shit, thanks Sue," She mutters, grabbing a bookmark from the counter and placing it into the book which she places on the counter before turning to Remus. "Sorry about that," She smiles

"It's no worries," He smiles politely surprised he's managing to not trip over his own tongue with the way she's looking up at him, taking a glance at the cover he smiles "Jane Eyre, it's a classic. Can't blame you for being distracted,"

"I know people think it's odd to read muggle books but I love them, guilty pleasure y'know?" She shrugs, he smiles, she's warm. If that's the right word, he's not sure. But something about her comforts him, her voice is calming and her eyes shine and he feels like he's known her forever.

"I understand, I'm guilty of the same thing," He shrugs, she grins up at him, blushing a little when she meets his eye.

"Did you want something?" She questions

"Tea please, milky one sugar,"

"Sure," She nods, turning away from the till to start preparing the drink. "Staying in or to go?" She calls over her shoulder, he wants to stay, to bask in the aura of her but isn't quite sure he knows how to behave when he feels so drawn to her. He almost says to go, until he sees the small smile on her face

"Staying here please," He smiles politely

"Go take a seat, I'll bring it over," She instructs. He nods, with a smile.

He crosses to a table in the corner, actually looking around the place now. Nothing matches, not really, no two same big cosy arm chairs, or little wooden tables. No matching sets, yet everything is cohesive, the same vibe, the whole place oozes personality.

She fits in well, he notes as he tries to act like he's not staring at her. The way she hums as she works and how she chats to the older women like she's known them her whole life after she drops his tea off.

He stays for maybe 15 minutes, everything about the place is comforting to him, or maybe it's just her. He isn't sure. The mug though runs dry and he knows his friends will wonder where he is, so he stands, tightening the scarf around his neck and shrugging his coat back on before approaching the counter.

She looks up from her book at the sound of approaching footsteps, she wasn't really reading anymore. Instead admiring the boy from afar, wishing she had the confidence to go and speak to him "How much do I owe you?"

"It's on the house," She smiles politely

"Really, I insist-" He protests but she shushes him with a smile

"It's always on the house for first time customers,"

"That's not true," One of the older ladies call

"New rule Betty," She states, throwing a look at the woman

"It's always on the house for cute boys," The woman from earlier, Sue teases

"Leave her be ladies," The third woman, Maggie, interrupts

"Please ignore them," She speaks, red blush on her cheeks

"Sure, I'm happy to pay,"

"It's alright, really, it's on the house,"

"Thank you. It's very kind," He smiles to her

"I hope to see you around,"

"Yeah, yeah you too," Remus nods, dropping double the amount for the mug of tea in the tip jar before exiting the coffee shop.

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you

He returns, three days later, having finally been able to come up with an excuse to go into town that none of the boys had piggybacked onto. He didn't want to take them, knowing they would be able to spot from a mile the crush he had on her.

It wasn't his best idea, given the hangover he was suffering, but he knew they'd all be way too bothered with their own hangovers to want to join him on his trip to town. He hadn't realised, until he was almost there, that he didn't even know if she'd be working.

He was grateful though, when upon opening the door, he saw her. She's sat in an armchair this time, with the same three ladies from before at the table she's at. It's an odd time, past the morning rush but not quite time for the lunch break clients so she'd busied herself with talking to her favourite regulars.

"He's back," Sue teases in a singsong voice, Remus blushing from his spot in the open door. She's blushing too though, so he feels a little better.

"Hi," He smiles, she smiles politely as she stands back up.

"Hey, what can I get for you? Same as last time?" She questions, crossing to the counter.

"Please," He smiles

"Staying here?"

"Yeah," He nods, he hadn't intended to stay, really he wanted to be back in his bed, but something about the almost hopeful glint in her eyes has him changing his mind.

"I'll bring it over," She smiles, he nods gratefully and goes back to the same table as before. Eyes staring out of the window and hood drawn over his pounding head.

"Big night?" She questions, placing the mug in front of him

"Yeah, my mates don't know when to stop," He admits with a chuckle

"Seems they never did," She comments offhandedly, his eyes widen in shock

"You know me?"

"Remus Lupin, Gryffindor, you were friends with Sirius, James and Peter, class of 77." She shrugs, like the knowledge is casual

"You went to school with us?" He questions, shocked he hadn't remembered her, or even noticed someone who he now felt so drawn to

"Not quite, I was in Hufflepuff and I graduated 78, our paths never crossed. My friends all just fancied Sirius so I kinda knew who you were,"

"You didn't?"

"Sirius Black? Christ no- I mean, sorry I know you guys are close but he is like- just not my type at all,"

"I'm gonna bring him here and you can tell him that, it'll bring him back to earth a bit," He chuckles

"Anytime Lupin," She smiles,

"I didn't catch your name by the way, brains a bit fuzzy,"

"It's Y/N," She smiles politely, "Hope you feel better," She adds, flouncing back across the coffee shop to sit with the older ladies who are calling her over now.

No one understands me quite like you do Through all of the shadowy corners of me

He comes back a few times over the next couple of weeks, she's never free though. He seems to be hitting rush hour and there's always a line or work to be done. He wants more than anything, to talk to her more, but every time it seems she has too much to do.

"Hey Remus," She smiles, it's dark out, although that was not surprising given it was January. "I was just about to close up so you'll have to take away if that's okay?" She questions.

"Sure," He nods, watching as she prepares his regular order

"We have some cakes and pastry left that I'm only gonna throw away so they're free if you want any," She offers, passing a bag to him as he thanks her and tells him to help himself to whatever.

"Thanks," He smiles when she passes him the to go mug, a bag of goodies he knows his friends will be grateful for, though they'll definitely demand to know where he got them in his other hand. "You mind if I wait with you while you close up and walk you back home? It's dark and getting kinda late?" He questions, not liking the thought of her out in the streets alone.

"You don't have to," She smiles

"I'd feel a lot better knowing you got home okay," He admits, avoiding eye contact

"If you're sure you don't mind," She agrees.

It doesn't take her long to lock up. Throwing out anything that can't be sold, wiping down the surfaces and sweeping the floor. Remus offers to help but she denies, telling him to sit and drink his tea when he tries.

He lets her lead him out of the store, telling him how she lives in a crappy little apartment not too far away, above a robe shop. "So, the coffee shop?" He questions

"Yeah, my parents own it. The bookshop next door too. I want to work in art somehow, I paint, but till that picks up I run the coffee shop," She informs

"What do you paint?" He questions

"People mostly," She announces, turning to look at him "What do you do?"

"I want to teach." He admits, she nods "Never really tell people that. I work for Dumbledore right now though. Can't really say anything else," He explains

"I get it. Marls is the same,"

"You know Marlene?"

"Yeah, we grew up together," She confirms, "You know Sue, that's her grandma and Maggie's mine, they went to school together,"

"Probably could have worked that out. Marls and Sue are one and the same,"

"Yeah," She nods, "What would you teach?"

"Defence against the dark arts," He shrugs, blushing a little. He'd never told anyone what he wanted to do. With his condition it was pretty much impossible so he didn't even really admit it to himself. "Was always pretty good at it,"

"Think you'd be a good teacher,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you tutored my friend and she thought you were great," She shrugs, coming to a stop in front of a small robe shop and fishing for a key in her pocket. "Thanks for walking me Remus,"

"Of course, thanks for the food," He smiles, holding the bag up a little.

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while I never knew I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while I never knew

For the next week Remus arrives at the same time everyday, ready to walk her home. Every time she blushes madly at his arrival. She begins to allow him to help her clean up, saving a slice of lemon drizzle cake every morning and placing it on the cake stand three minutes before he's due to arrive as she knows it's the cake he's always most excited to get to take home every time.

She's surprised to see him enter the cafe at 10:30 am, heart sinking when she realises he'd probably not be by later. She liked the 30 minutes they spent together each day. Enjoying his company, he made her laugh, she looked forward to his company all day.

"Hey Rem,"

"Hey darling, you good?" He grins approaching, he'd pissed James off pretty bad. They'd argued for hours the night before and he knew it was his own temper, James did nothing wrong. So here he was, buying the boy a cappuccino cause it was his favourite as a peace offering.

"Yeah, slow morning. Are you?"

"I'm alright," He nods

"The normal?" She questions, placing the knitting needles she'd been using as she looks at him

"Please, and a cappuccino. To take away," He requests with a lazy, easy smile. His brows furrowing in concern when her smile drops "You okay?" He questions, eyes scanning the coffee shop for what could possibly be wrong

"Fine," She's turning away before he can press her any further on the matter, busying herself with the take out cups. She's blinking rapidly as she makes the coffee, heart aching at the thoughts in her mind.

The mystery girl he's buying the coffee for, maybe he's going to drop it to her at work and she'll thank him with a quick peck to his lips, a kiss that means nothing cause she'll get to kiss him another thousand times. Maybe he's going to wake her up with it, or maybe they're meeting for a walk, a date.

She turns, willing herself not to cry.

"She's very lucky," She comments, passing Remus who looks confused the drinks

"Who?" He wonders, eyes scanning her red eyes in concern. He can't fathom the idea she'd be upset at the thought of him buying some girl a coffee, but what else could it be? the little slither of hope weasels it's way in.

"The girl you're buying coffee for," She shrugs, fidgeting under his gaze.

"I'll let James know," He smirks, she blushes wildly

"Oh, James,"

"Yep. We had a fight last night, the cappuccino is a peace offering," He explains

"Is everything okay?" She asks, if there's one thing she's come to know about Remus it's that he loves his friends like family

"I'll let you know tonight when he's received his sorry I'm a dickhead present,"

"Tonight?" She questions, confused

"Tonight, when I come walk you home," He speaks like it's obvious

"Oh, I- I just assumed you wouldn't come. Having your tea now 'nd all,"

"People can drink more than one cup of tea a day y'know darling?"

"Yeah. I'll see you later then," She blushes

"I'll see you then" He confirms, backing out the door with his eyes still on her. He stops by the door, gathering every bit of confidence he can possibly find "There's no girl by the way,"

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine Now I'm shining too

He bursts through the door mid afternoon, three days later, with panicked eyes "I am so sorry," He states

"What are you talking about?" She questions, dropping her pencil to the counter but before he has a chance to explain the door swings open.

Sirius saunters in, Peter close behind laughing followed by a smirking James

"That, I am so sorry," Remus grimaces making her giggle

"Well, well, well," Sirius speaks dramatically "Moony dearest, when you told us that you'd become a regular at a coffee shop and that's why you kept being given freebies you failed to mention why I think,"

"She makes a great cup of tea," Remus protests, watching as she under his friends intense gaze

"You fancy her," James grins, approaching the counter "You made that cappuccino the other day?" He asks politely

"I did,"

"Can you please make another, it was the best coffee I've ever drank. I am not being dramatic, I dreamed about this coffee,"

"Sure," She nods, "Takeaway or staying in?"

"We will take-" Remus begins

"Ah,ah,ah, We are staying right here," Sirius interrupts Remus

"Fucking hell, you've seen her you can stop torturing me now,"

"It's not torture it's investigating," Sirius argues, turning to her "Can I get a black coffee, two sugars please?"

"Sure," She nods, he flashes her a grin and thanks her as Peter orders a hot chocolate before the three boys saunter away.

"I'm sorry," Remus mutters, leaning on the counter as she begins to prepare the four drinks

"It's alright. They're funny,"

"I mentioned you before but I slipped up and mentioned that you made the cappuccino, casually y'know? Then Sirius went feral, searched through the bin for the bag with the cakes in from last night. Pete's been in before and suddenly we are outside,"

"You talk about me?" She questions, teasing smirk on her face

"Yeah. Yeah, I do," He admits with a blush. "That's kinda why they freaked so much, talk about you a lot,"

"You're sweet Remus, y'know that?" she grins, he blushes following behind her as she takes the mugs to the table or rowdy boys.

James practically pulls her arm out of the socket demanding she sit with them until she was busy and so she does, talking and laughing with them was surprisingly easy. Sirius takes a liking to her when she does a pretty spot on impression of professor slughorn and James thinks she's very funny and easily passes his protective interrogation. Remus can't help the warmth in his chest, seeing her so easily get on with the most important people in his life.

They allow Remus a private goodbye when they're done, waiting outside for him.

"I'll see you later," He smiles

"Yeah," She nods, as he helps her place all the boys mugs and saucers on the counter. "Remus?" She calls as he reaches the door, he turns to look at her

"For the record, if my friends knew where to find you they'd be the same. I talk about you a lot too,"

Because oh because I've fallen quite hard over you

She's standing on the edge of the toilet seat, irrational fear flooding her mind. She wasn't really sure what the plan was, perhaps to live out the rest of her days here, in the edge of the toilet, let the spider have her coffee shop. She's almost content with her plan until she hears the jingle of the door bell, with one glance at the watch on her wrist she knows who it is

"Rem? I'm in the bathroom? I need you to come save me?" She shouts the question out, hearing a laugh that sounds off before the door swings open. She's shocked to see James Potter, smirking at the sight and entirely not Remus Lupin.

"You aren't Remus,"

"Good observation," He smirks, eyeing her situation "You gonna come down?"

"There's a spider," She announces, indicating to the ghastly hairy not that big spider

"You need me to kill it for you?" James questions, slightly bemused.

"No! Don't kill it, it's family will smell it's blood and come looking for it," She panics, James barks out a laugh but retreats into the cafe, returning with a mug and napkin and with ease he catches the animal, letting it out of the window.

"You gonna get down now?" He questions, offering her a hand she gladly accepts as she steps of the toilet seat.

"Did you need something?" She questions, attention back on the lack of the tall sweater adorned boy she was pretty much in love with

"Remus can't walk you home, he's sick, so he sent me," James explains

"Oh, is he okay? I could make him soup or-"

"He'll be alright, shit immune system on him," James shrugs

"You didn't have to come walk me home," She speaks, beginning to wipe down the surfaces, forgetting how long it took without Remus helping her

"He threatened me pretty good," James shrugs, sitting down on the stool at the bar. "He really cares about you," James tags on, watching her as she blushes

"I care about him too," She informs, looking at James quickly "He's the best thing in my life right now,"

"He's the best guy on the planet," James comments, watching her lock the windows "You certainly seem to care about him,"

"I do," She reassures, opening the door as James exits into the street that glows under the full moon

If I didn't know you, I'd rather not know If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone

She hasn't seen Remus in three days, James has walked her home twice and Sirius the other time. She liked them, but she missed Remus. Missed the way she got butterflies in her stomach when he looked at her. Missed the way he smiles, a wide grin that makes his eyes shine. Missed the little spark of energy she felt when his fingers would bump into hers while they walk to her apartment.

She's tidying when the door swings open, not many customers in the store. She hadn't really noticed the door, well she was aware it opened, was putting her spray and cloth down to turn and greet the customer, but she hadn't noticed it was him.

Remus had been outside for three minutes, watching her through the window. Every bit of nerve his pep talk with the boys had given him and dissipated on his half walk half sprint back to the coffee shop. He'd seen her through the window and stalled, unable to push himself to walk through the door and face her, not when she looked so beautiful it made his heart practically scream. It was when she laughs, something a regular has said, head tilting back and nose scrunching that he realises he'd regret not just doing it that he storms in.

She spins around at the feeling of someone behind her

"Remmy! You're-" Her excited shout is cut off almost immediately.

Remus kisses her, it's soft and gentle and apprehensive. His hands cupping her cheeks to hold her face in place and god she can almost taste his nerves. It speeds up though, when he feels her kiss back. Arms looping around his neck and hands finding their home in his hair. It's faster now, full of everything they'd wanted to say for the past month since he'd first wondered into the coffee shop.

"You're back, are you feeling okay?" She questions panicked, the second their lips are apart, his hands still hold her face, forehead resting on hers.

"I like you. I mean to say I am completely drawn to you and feel like I can't breathe when you're not there and I have wanted you near me every second since I met you and I got the nerve to say it and I was scared if I didn't come and say it right now I'd loose the nerve," He rambles, nerves floating away as he watches her beam up at him

"I like you too Rem, I thought it was obvious," She admits, pressing another peck to his lips

"Okay, I'll um, I'll let you get back to work I just- I'll see you later?" He questions, blushing red but grinning as he backs towards the door

"Yeah, I'll see you then Rem," She smiles, watching as he nods, more to himself than her, backing out the door with the widest smile to ever grace his features.

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while I never knew I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much All of the while, I never knew

Remus eyes blink open, taken aback at first by the change in pace. He feels rested, he couldn't remember the last time he felt like that. The bed he's nestled in is warm and comfortable, the cushions feeling light as air, he think for a second as he inhales the smell of coffee beans and caramel cupcakes, that he's still dreaming, but looking around the room he realises, as a smile falls to his face, that he's woken up in her bed.

He rolls over, not seeing her he lets out a breath, worried for a second until he hears the soft music playing from the kitchen. He was normally one to bask in the comfort of a bed for a few minutes before he gets up but the thought of her consumes his mind and she was the most comforting thing on the planet.

He pads into the kitchen, his joggers handing low on his hips and his heart melts at the sight waiting for him. She's dressed in the jumper he'd been wearing the night before and a pair of baggy jeans, the music is playing from a record and she's twirling around as she returns milk to the fridge

"Morning," She beams, crossing the kitchen to press a peck to his cheek. He grins, grabbing her hand while she's close enough and twirling her around, her giggle filling the air until he's pulled her into his chest. She silences, though her smile doesn't falter, now she's pressed against his chest.

"Morning darling," He smiles, pressing his lips to hers gently. She smiles against him, the feeling of home and comfort not escaping her as she pulls aways, pressing one last hasty peck to his lips when they chase hers.

"I gotta go open the shop," She mumbles against his chest that has pulled her into a hug, in response to his whine.

"No,"

"Yes or Sue will kill me. We can hang out tonight,"

"Go for dinner?"

"Sure," She agrees, pecking his lips one last time before breezing out of the apartment.

He turns to make breakfast only to see a mug of tea, made perfectly to his preference and white toast with butter and strawberry jam. The domesticity of life with her warms him in a way nothing else ever had.

Remus realises, in that moment, it had nothing to do with the warm, comforting coffee shop. He'd fallen in love with her.

All of the while, all of the while It was you

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៹ ࣪˖⁩ ◞ ⋆# FRIENDS? !

- by honey:)

remus lupin x fem!reader

request? , no

summary , in which remus lupin fucks up once again but finds a way to make up for it to y/n

genre , smut, angst, a bit of fluff

word count , 2,062

warnings , a bit of choking, hair pulling, rough sex, man handling?, slapping, orgasm control?, begging, biting, scratching, praise, degrading

🖇 a/n ; this is not proof read so i’m sorry if there’s any mistakes :)

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“fuck” remus mumbles raking his hair through his fingers, annoyance is written all over your face and he can’t seem to stop the fight between the two of you. Everything cell in the air is screaming at you two to make up in anyway, the friendship depends on it. “can you just- MERLIN. are you that daft, lupin!” “it wasn’t my fault!” he exclaimed letting his hands fall to his side drinking slowly from the cup of whiskey he barely touched this entire argument as he moved his hips up slightly fixing himself, which in fact did make you suck in a breath as you looked away collecting the tiny bit of composure you lost in the last five seconds. “i can’t even- I LOST EVERYTHING I BUILT ON MY OWN, because of you- because you decided to give him the keys” your voice trembled and the words came out shaky almost unsure even though you were positive of the anger you felt. Everything you built got burned down to ashes because he gave peter pettigrew the key without thinking, and peter and the death eaters burnt the place down to ashes thinking you had the locket regulus black stole.

“I DIDN’T FUCKING KNOW, IT ISN’T MY FAULT” that was his last straw, the big bad wolf in him finally snapped. Something glimmered in his eyes which you think was guilt cause noticed he yelled at me. Remus isn’t a aggressive person, he’s kind and this showed that in various different ways. “y/n- i didn’t mean to- i didn’t want that to happen, it wasn’t my fault” he got up walking to you but you turned around beginning to walk out of remus’s room at the black residence (which was passed down to sirius due to him being the heir of the black family fortune) you’re staying at cause sirius was kind enough to lend you a place to stay till things were resolved. Remus grabs you with a soft but sorta firm grip and brings you back in, he tries grabbing your face so he can look at you but you shake your head refusing. “y/n please” he whispers softly. Remus Lupin is begging for you, begging for your attention, for yours words, and even if you hated to admit it, it did something in your gut that made your breathing shaky. “no. no no no” the words repeat in your head and mouth with no sign of stopping and even if remus didn’t want to admit it the breathless sound you were making made his knees weak even at this horrible moment. “y/n!” he yells at you making you look up at him and your pupils shrink as his grip on your face got a bit rougher. Anger goes straight through you so you slap him.

His hair covers his face but he looks at you again with a mocking smile that makes your breathing actually stop. He looks so fucking pretty as the only light on him was the moon and candles which did poor jobs at showing his complexion completely but oh my god the sight of his messy hair and pink breathless face was enough for you to wet your panties. stop y/n this is a serious moment. and we’re just friends. "slap me again, i dare you” so you did. A small mocking smirk entered his face and the words "fuck you" tumbled out of your mouth and his smile grew wider, "yea well that's what i'm about to do to you" and that's when he kissed you.

You gasped as he wasn’t kissing you soft in any way shape or form and his hand found it’s way to your throat as his teeth bite down on your bottom lip and you tug at his hair making him whine, your knees slightly lock hearing him whine and he brings his other hand to your waist so you don’t fall. You pull away to breathe for a second, and you thought he couldn’t get even more gorgeous but his lips are swollen and his eyes look so dark and the shadows enhance every feature on his face. “you asshole” “shut the fuck up” he gave you no time to think as he basically consumed your lips again making you whimper into the kiss and tug his hair. You stumble over your own steps as he pushes you down on the bed making you curse under your breath, “remus, sirius is in the-” “we won’t get caught baby just please shut up” his voice was almost a whine and all it did was go straight to your pussy turning into wetness which he’ll soon see.

With no words needed to be said you kissed him once again bringing him closer and digging your nails into his neck which he gave a breathy moan encouraging you to do whatever your heart pleased you to do. You tugged at the hem of his shirt wordlessly asking him to take it off, and he grabs your hips bringing you up to your knees on the soft bed and guides you to take off his shirt. You bring the piece of clothing up over his head and your mouth runs dry as you look at the muscles spread over his body and the scars which only made him weirdly more attractive. He put his fingers around the hem of your shirt asking you for permission slightly and so you take your shirt off without even thinking, “fuck, y/n” you grab his neck bringing him down on knees with you and he pushes you down kissing you again sloppily. His mouth trails your neck sucking harshly to leave dark love bites all over you, he makes his way down your stomach softly licking a short stripe on your lower abdomen then softly blowing on it making you squirm at the change of temperature. He tugs and your trousers taking them off quickly while mumbling sins under his breath.

He hooks his fingers at your underwear “can i?” he looks up at you like a puppy making the word no quickly leave your dictionary you nod and his eyes harden, “use your words, i don’t want to fuck you knowing you could regret it.” “merlin- yes oh my god” and he had to hear no more as he slips the underwear off your legs and slams his lips back onto you making you moan involuntarily. Subtle whines leave his mouth, remus lupin is not quite at all. He kisses your breasts giving them both equal attention which leaves you breathless and he goes back down to your cunt. He slips one finger in between leaving you whining for more, “you’re so wet for me already baby?” it was the most rhetorical question ever harmless and not meant to be completely shameful yet heat spread all over your body. He gives one long lick against your cunt and you gasped almost immediately at the feeling and the exposure you felt, but oh was it worth it. “please please please oh my fucking-” “finish saying it he’s listening baby” your nails scratch against his back begging him for more than just a lick, you want him to ruin you. “what do you need my love, i can’t give you anything if you don’t tell me” he mumbles into your mouth as he’s back in your face. “fuck lupin, please” you’re too embarrassed to actually beg for his dick but he knows exactly what you want. “please what, what do you want” he’s back between your thighs slowly kissing then and he takes a small bite not to hard but enough to leave a mark which makes you let out a muffled moan. “jesus christ fuck me already!” you say pretty loudly and the prettiest smile settles on his face as he rams two fingers in between your sopping cunt. He moves slowly with full intent to take his time to tease you, “lupin-” “that’s not my name y/n” he’s enjoying torturing you every second of this

“remus” “that’s better. good girl” he praises softly as he kisses your thigh again, “please” you beg one more so he starts fucking you with his fingers. He fucks you with his fingers then takes your swollen clit in his tongue rolling it around making you a moaning and whimpering mess. “fuck you look so pretty, you’re a pretty whore for me hm?” “i’d look prettier with your dick in me.” you state boldly hoping he could fuck you. “you’re such an impatient little thing” he whispers against your cunt as he takes another long lick. Then he goes back to eating you alive. All you can do is grip onto his hair tugging harshly which brings small whimpers to his mouth and all it does is make you wetter, your body is tingly and you can begin to feel the first knot form in your lower stomach, “remus fuck i’m about to-“ “shhh pretty girl we’re not done”. You think him doing this gives him nothing but a small moan slips out of his mouth bringing goosebumps all over you and he takes notice as he squeezes you, one hand on your thigh and the other on your hip. He’s basically drowning himself, “please i’m so close” “not yet” he says in an annoyed tone as if he’s not even close to being done with you. “fuck fuck fuck remus im about to-“ and with that he shoves his cock into you making you let out a strangled moan gasp situation. He barely even gives you time as he starts fucking you hard and fast but in the best ways. He brings his mouth back up to you kissing you softly compared to his pace fucking you, you can barely keep up and then he suddenly turns you around lifting your hips creating a completely new angle. You’re left dumb as all you can do is moan and whimper under him. And that’s when you come without his permission. He stops completely slipping out of you, “why’d you stop” he grips onto your hair pulling it back so he can go next to your ear, “you came without permission, what did i tell you.” his voice was soft but still hard and you were breathless trying to learn how to breathe again. “i’m sorry i couldn’t-“ “sluts don’t get to finish” he didn’t even let you finish speaking before he shoved himself back into you cutting you off and drops your hair. All you can hear is your heart thumping against your ear drums and the slapping of skin. Soft groans escape his lips and you feel another knot forming all too soon. He turns you again like the rag doll than smashes his lips against yours and you take him in with full embrace clenching down onto him as he kisses you but this time he pins your arms down with one hand and the other goes onto the headboard smashing into you only harder and sloppier, “y/n i gotta” “it’s okay, so do i” you mumble against him lips and you clench down onto him even harder making him moan onto your lips and that’s when you came and he only chased onto your orgasm soon finishing inside you too.

“fuck i’m sorry-“ “i said it was okay dimwit” you say rolling your eyes, “you know i liked it better when i was fucking you mute.” you knew he didn’t mean it completely and you throw a pillow at him and he only takes the chance to pin you down again and kiss you softly making you giggle. “hey moony do you have- OH MY GODRIC” Sirius’ figure stands in the door way but thank god remus’s body covers you and you quickly cover yourself with the sheets. “GET OUT” you and remus yell synchronized at Sirius and you and remus look at each other with a small smile proud of the synchronization that just happened. Sirius doesn’t blink an eye before leaving which makes you giggle a bit to yourself, “i’m not explaining to him” you call out first leaving the task to remus and he looks at you with fake disbelief before kissing you again and small laughs in between the kisses. Maybe you guys weren’t just friends.

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#stinger honey #gfregulus #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #sirius black #the maruaders #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you

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oakenlup · 2 years

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Since it was snowing where I live, how about...

HP Character’s on a snow day!

Draco, Sirius, Remus, Luna, Cedric:

Draco Malfoy: Sledding

It was below freezing and all you wanted to do was snuggle in your warmest blanket with your coziest socks - but what does Draco want to do? Go sledding.

With Draco putting on 3 layers for you like you were a little baby, you managed to shimmy your limbs to walk outside, Draco hot on your tail with two sleds behind him.

Approaching the small hill that was only a few minutes away, you and Draco managed to dodge ice on the ground many times, give or take a few foot misplacements along the way.

“Let’s race!” You exclaimed, taking your red sled and placing it at the tip of the hill. “Ok, your on” Draco responded, getting on his own sled and holding his gloved hand with yours. Eventually, Draco disconnected your hands with screams of fear and excitement.

Seconds later, you open your frightful eyes and seen you’ve landed safely at the bottom. However, your boy was not so lucky, knocking over a poor kids snowman in the process, covering him in a soft lacing of snow.

Sirius Black: Ice Skating

“It’s perfect weather! It’s snowing for goodness sake” Sirius said, practically jumping up and down in impatience. “What’s so magical about it anyway?” you say, rearranging yourself on the couch. “Urm, it’s cold” he said, looking out the window like a sad little puppy. “Aw, like you?”

He rolls his eyes in distaste.

Feeling back for the bloke, you get up and run upstairs towards the bedroom. “Oh your not getting out of this!” Sirius laughed, following behind you up the stairs.

Before he could scold you for being a party pooper, your pulling out two ice skates from under the bed. You managed to get you and him a pair a few months back, but the snow unfortunate did not make its grand entrance until now.

“Ready?” You say, throwing him the skates.

“Duh!”

Remus Lupin: Building Snowmen

“Ahh it’s so cold!” Remus laughed out, rubbing his gloved hands together as you patted down the snowman’s head, making it some what rounded. “I know i know, it’s almost done though, look at how well you done on the bottom parts!” You said, taking in the well shaped middle and bottom Remus done.

“Thank you dear, what’s next?” He asked, seeing you put on his carrot nose and button eyes. “Oh uhh, a hat!” You respond, taking off your own hat and placing it on the snow man. “Oh darling you’ll catch a cold!” Remus’ protective side coming to light, pulling you closer to him so you can both intake the snowman.

After you acknowledge this poor snowman was probably going to melt in the next few hours, Remus sighed, and broke the silence?

“Tea?”

“Yes please”

Luna Lovegood: Snow Angels

Luna, was currently twirling around in the snow, the white particles making her look like a queen. Oh how she loved the snow, it was so pretty, so innocent.

“How about we make snow angels?” You questioned, looking above you at the snow that refused to stop.

“Oh, yes yes, let’s do that!” She said excitedly, taking your hand and plopping down to the snow together.

With your hands still connected, you managed to make two snow angels that were slightly attached at the wing.

With a giggle, you broke the comfortable silence.

“My butt is now wet and cold”

Cedric Diggory: Hot Chocolate

“It looks like we are snowed in” Cedric announced, looking outside the window to see the snow piling up second by second. “Let’s hope we’ve got enough food and that” you say, walking into the living room with a big jumper to keep you warm. Cedric chuckled and directed you back to the kitchen, where he deviated a plan.

Making a quick turn to the kitchen, you see chocolate powder, whipped cream and marshmallows all laid out on the counter. “Oooh, hot chocolate?” You ask, seeing his little cheeks get red. “Yes, of course! Now let’s boil the kettle shall we?”

Moments later, the kettle was boiled and all the compartments of your coco were nicely toppled on top of each other in the mug.

Taking the first sip, you let out a sigh of delight, which in return makes Cedric laugh. “What?” You ask, seeing him shake his head. “You’ve got cream on your nose” he replies, wiping it off with his finger.

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#draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy x reader #draco x you #draco x reader #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory fluff #sirius black fluff #remus lupin x reader #Remus Lupin fluff #luna lovegood x reader #luna lovegood

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gryffindors-weasley · 3 years

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Starlit Confession

Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: On a camping trip tradition, your friends have got other plans neither you or Sirius are aware of.

Requested by @expelliarmusmyass : “can i request a classic enemies to lovers "there's only one bed" sirius x reader where all the marauders (+lily!) have a sleepover or camping trip of some sorts and lily and remus finally decide they need to get reader and sirius already and plan to get them to sleep in the same room/bed/tent ? thanks !!”

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: little bit of jealousy, mutual pining, fluff, kissing

A/N: Thank you for my first Sirius request!! I absolutely loved everything about it, I hope you enjoy!

July 1979

The breeze swept coolly across your face against the warm summer sun as you stuck your hand outside the window, the air gliding over the back of it. You were headed to the stretch of woods that you’ve all come to know so well, something that was highly anticipated the moment the summer season had begun. Camping. It was something you and your friends had made into tradition without much discussion against it for the last three years. Lily had saved up for the very Volkswagen bus you’d been sitting in, knowing for a fact she’d get more use out of it than a simple small car; she knew her four closest friends were in it for the long haul and that was something that would always remain true.

It was mostly a golden yellow color, near orange, its roof white with a matching tire cover on the front of it between two round headlights. It was adorable, it was perfect, and most importantly it was big enough to fit a boisterous group of friends that surely needed the space. It’d already housed jovial memories that would be cherished for years to come.

You’d each packed up a bag or two, tossed them in the back and set off to the ever familiar place the five of you had found to be the perfect spot. A clearing amongst the woods, a place not far from the waters edge. It looked near enchanting when sunbeams filter through old yet thriving trees, as much as it could be for being a place without the very magic you’ve known all your life. It was perhaps your favorite tradition out of all others that had been created, one that you never failed to look forward to. No matter what’s been going on with any of you, traditions were never missed or forgotten. That was one thing that was constant and one thing would never change.

Another thing that had been just the same was the constant need for Sirius Black to get under your skin. You’d known him ever since you both were fourteen years old, and every day since then had been a battle of who’d been more witty and your three best friends had yet to determine who had been the rightful owner of that title. You were always bickering about something or another, always tossing narrowed stares and scrunched noses, grumbling under breaths and eye rolls. Even despite that, James, Remus and Lily especially had been convinced that there were feelings amongst it all. It hadn’t been too terribly hard for them to jump to that conclusion. They had their suspicions with each and every look Sirius had found himself giving you when your attention was fixed elsewhere. At the very same look you’d cast upon him when he wasn’t looking. They were absent minded actions to you both, and that was all the more reason for them to think there was something there.

It drove the tight knit group absolutely mad to see their two dearest friends love each other without even knowing of that very fact—James found himself far too close on multiple occasions to flat out complaining of the sheer obliviousness between you two. To simply tell them how blind the two of you must be. But each and every time he’d nearly done so it was promptly stopped by a stern Lily Evans who was not to be defied. They felt another day of this was simply not an option, too painful to watch a second more.

Even now, as you sat in the back with the raven haired wizard, the seating arrangement proved to make for an interesting trip. There was a flurry of jests and quips to match them; it was inevitable when he’d taken the seat right next to you, Remus on his other side. It’d been something entirely intentional on Lupin’s part, though the bickering was something to be expected.

First it had been over who was taking up too much of whose space, something accompanied by a lighthearted series of shoves and stifled laughter when you looked away in hopes the other wouldn’t see it. Then it had been when he’d changed the radio from your favorite song to his with a simple twitch of his fingers, a back and forth battle of rock and ABBA that nearly broke the radio, one that nearly drove your friends insane.

But now, Sirius had found himself staring as he so often does, at the way you waved your hand with the breeze, the way said breeze sifted through your hair and the way you sang along with James to the very same ABBA song that’d been on repeat for the past fifteen minutes. He’d reckon your voice far better than that of the brunette behind the wheel. He doesn’t know just why he always finds himself settling his attention upon you every moment he gets the chance. Or maybe he does and just refuses to admit the reasons for it. But there was something about you, there was always something about you to be admired. You were utterly enamoring even when you’ve got your brows scrunched over something entirely because of him. They never seem to stay furrowed for long.

“If you take a picture, it just might last longer,” you suggest with a raised brow and a smile indicative of your teasing, effectively pulling him from his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, it’s just you’ve got a bug in your hair,” he counters quickly, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards.

Your eyes are quick to widen slightly as your hand rises to your head in mild panic, combing your fingers through your hair in a hurry. His laughter was a telltale sign of his deception, that ever so familiar frown pulling down your lips as you swat at his shoulder. “Sirius Black, you’re a pain!”

His laughter was immediate as he caught your wrist from swatting him once more, “I’m not lying! There is something in your hair.”

He releases your arm in favor of reaching upwards, the tips of his fingers pinching the delicate flower petal tangled within your hair. Your words fell silent as his fingertips traveled down to the very end of your hair, a gentle action that had your cheeks staining what must have been an obvious pink as you found yourself looking at the smile on his lips. One that was soft and lopsided, one that grew as he held up the small pink petal before tilting his head at you. You hadn’t even realized you’d been holding your breath until that moment, hadn’t realized the new found quiet had drawn everyone’s attention.

“Told you so,” he states confidently, blowing away the petal and leaving it to flutter to your feet.

You squinted at him and mimicked his words to quickly move on from dwelling on your burning cheeks, something that brought a different kind of smile to his face mere seconds before you’d ruffled his own hair in retaliation.

“I meant what I said,” you remind him, trying to fight your grin as you watch tangled strands of black hair fall back against his cheeks once more.

“I am so terribly hurt,” he scoffs, placing a hand over his heart in a display of faux offense.

In that moment you settle for shaking your head, biting the inside of your cheek in a pitiful attempt to conceal your smile. A smile so awfully contagious he found himself mirroring it, having lingered on his lips even when you’d looked away from him in favor of looking out of the window. In doing so, you missed the way James had been glancing at you both in the rear view, at the way he shared a knowing grin with Lily, who’d then done so with Remus. It was a moment missed by you both, how could it not be with the way your thoughts had entirely been about each other unbeknownst to you.

It’d been quiet after that, save for the radio and James’ occasional startling outburst of song should a part come on that he’s fond of. It’d been peaceful and upbeat as Sirius crossed his arms over his chest, trying desperately not to think of how you’d made his stomach twist and flutter with butterflies. It was nothing, that’s what he told himself.

—

The place was just as beautiful and just the same as you’d left it the previous year, the sun still beaming through tall trees and the birds still chirping just as contently as they always do. Upon closer inspection, your initials had been carved in the very same tree, untouched since the five of you had left your mark on it the very first time you found it. Of course, it’d become weathered over time, moss having flourished over the bark, but the engraved letters remain regardless of that very fact.

The fire pit that James and Sirius had made still sat in the center of it all, it’s crumbled stones and charred logs and sticks sitting in a heap within it, waiting to be lit once more. Even the logs circling around it to serve as seats had still sat untouched by anyone else, unmoved from how they were left the previous trip out there.

It was exciting to finally be back there, to finally be out of the car in a place you longed to see again. All was well, except one thing.

“That is absolutely not happening,” you state matter of factly, the twigs snapping beneath your foot as you frown at Lily before narrowing your eyes at Sirius. One look at his smile, just one look, and you return your displeased gaze to the two in question, James making no effort to stifle his laughter at the situation. “No way, that is ridiculous!”

“Lupin must have forgotten to pack a third, Y/n/n,” Lily sympathizes with the softest of frowns to accompany her words, though you hadn’t missed the grin she’d tossed her friend’s way as he scratched the back of his neck and fought his own. “I’m sorry!”

“Then I’ll sleep in the bus with Remus,” you state quickly with a raised brow, crossing your arms over your chest stubbornly as you squint at Sirius’ very obvious grumbling behind you. His reasons for doing it were entirely unknown to you.

“C’mon, Y/n. Pad’s won’t bite,” James chimes in with a laugh, earning a swat to the back of the head from Lily before he protests her actions in return, shrugging his shoulders and rubbing his head. “Not very hard, at least.”

You purse your lips at the brunette and glared, biting the inside of your cheek to hide your smile. A smile that quickly faded as you glanced over your shoulder at the little tent that hadn’t stood very tall on the other side of the fire pit. Your heart leapt and raced within your chest at the thought of being so close, lips tugging downward as you looked back at them with a huff.

“I would say I can’t believe you, but I can,” you groan, brushing past them to get to the lake before they could become aware of your smile.

—

The last traces of sunshine were warm against your skin as you sat along the water’s edge with Lily, taking a moment to yourselves away from the utter chaos that came with the trio in the water. It was still a bit too cold to swim in but that’d never stop them from doing just that. Despite the chill that ran through you from it, everything around you had been exactly how it’s always been.

Wildflowers had bloomed just about everywhere you could imagine amongst patches of green and overgrown grass, framing the lake in varying hues of blues, yellows, purples, and pinks. When you sat at just the right angle, the reflection of the sky over the water had been absolutely wondrous, painting the water orange and pink. The ongoing breeze had been sifting through the leaves in the trees, leaving some to fall to the ground in its wake.

It was absolutely perfect, and you couldn’t think of just anywhere else you’d rather be in that moment than right where you are. You wouldn’t want to be there with anyone else.

“I think this is our best trip yet,” Lily states, leaning back on her palms as she tips her head back, allowing the sun to sweep across her skin.

“I think so too,” you sigh, letting your eyes fall closed as you hear another aguamenti spell used, followed by a bout of laughter that had a smile pulling at your lips at the sound. Her absence in conversation was sure a sign something was on her mind. It always was without fail.

She hadn’t left you to sit and wonder for too long before she spoke up.

“What do you think about Sirius?” There it is.

Your eyes squeeze shut at the question you anticipated, at the one you hadn’t expected her to wait so long in asked you. A soft huff left your lips as you opened your eyes, brows furrowing as she gave you an expectant look.

“Why do you ask?” You say, the corner of your mouth quirking up at her nosiness.

She shrugs her shoulders as she sits up more, heaps of red hair falling to splay against her back. “Just wondering.”

Her smirk was more than obvious as she looked at you, her smile widening. Lily and Remus had kept an eye on you both for quite a while, they knew that something had been there, it wasn’t that hard for them to figure out. Even if you hadn’t been aware of your own foolish love yourself, they’d certainly picked up on it. Because after every witty remark and every scoff and glare, there was always a smile to follow. After every frown and and nose scrunch as one of you stuck their tongue out at the other, there was always a lingering stare just moments after. Anyone could see that, anyone but to two involved that are far too stubborn and argumentative to realize that.

“Well?” She continues.

“Well what?” You ask, pulling your knees to your chest as you look at her.

“You can’t possibly have nothing to say about him, not after all the banter you do. What do you think of him?” She repeats.

You roll your eyes as you avert your gaze from her, resting your chin on your knees as you look ahead. You mull over your words as a laugh leaves your lips, your head shaking slightly as your eyes fall upon him. He’s got strands of wet black hair stuck to his face, cheeks reddened ever so slightly from the combined heat of the summer sun and the chilliness of the water. His smile was beaming and bright as he tips his head back and laughs at something James had said.

“He’s a pain, Lily,” you said, biting the inside of your cheek to hide your smile. “He’s a pain.”

She laughed at your words, though she took note of the smile that’d been on your lips as she followed your gaze to the very one in question. She hadn’t failed to notice the smile he had returned to you after having done a double take, an action that was far less subtle than he’d hoped. He couldn’t help it though. Not with the way you’ve got flowers tucked in your hair and the way the sunshine made you glow. But when he found himself looking for what he felt was far too long he’d stuck his tongue out at you, wiggling his fingers before you rolled your eyes.

“Oh really?” She inquires, her smile evident in her voice, laughing when you narrow your eyes only briefly.

You pluck a flower from the ground and hold it under your nose for a moment, twirling its stem as it sat pinched between your fingers. You shook your head once more.

“Yes, really.”

—

The tent was rather average, having danced dangerously on the edge being too small. Every gust of wind, no matter how gentle, had puffed against its very walls, rattling the zippers and the flap of the door until you’d finally closed it completely. You knew for a fact your friends had to have done this on purpose, at this point there was no way they couldn’t have judged by the smiles they’d done a terrible job at hiding.

It was becoming increasingly obvious when you sat around the campfire that evening when Lily sat with James, and when Remus managed to take up the entirety of the log he’d claimed his own. It left you no other option than to sit next to Sirius, his chin in his palm as he hid his taunting smile behind his fingers.

You could tell by the way their gaze fell upon the two of you more often than not, and by the way James had displayed his emotions a little too obviously each and every time Lily had whispered something undoubtedly about the two of you in his ear. By the very way that no matter how much your group of friends could talk and bounce from topic to topic with ease, the conversation would always, without fail wind up circling back to the two of you. You were becoming painfully aware of the plan made by none other than Lily and Remus.

You should have known they’d do something like this; they’ve done it at the spring ball in sixth year. It was the very first time Hogwarts had done something like that, it was magnificent. However, you thought your date had stood you up as you sat with Lily and Remus, the mysterious date they’d set you up with. Said date had finally showed up by the side of James, and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head upon realizing just who they’d set you up with. You’d frowned as you danced with him, accompanied by a few laughs when he twirled you, accompanied by a few eye rolls when he said something witty. The night had been far better than it started, but you hadn’t spoken of it since.

They’d done it at Hogsmeade. They’d told everyone to meet at the Three Broomsticks, having diligently reminded everyone to do so. You and Sirius had been the first ones there, having sat awkwardly across from each other as you sipped your butterbeer. It was quiet until the two of you began to bicker over something too trivial to remember, one smiling when the other wasn’t looking. It took about thirty minutes for you to realize that the rest of the group hadn’t been coming, thirty minutes with Sirius Black.

So yes, you should have known better than to think that they wouldn’t do something like this again.

“Sirius?” His only response is a hum in that moment, a rather dismal one at that. “How do you suppose I’ll get any sleep if you keep huffing and puffing? It’s rather hard to ignore, you know.”

“Maybe that’s the point,” he quips, though you could hear the very smile in his words even without seeing him.

You shake your head at that with a huff of your own, but he could see the shake of your shoulders from your stifled laughter that you had fought so hard to keep at bay. No, he most certainly could not know that he’d been making you laugh, that would be absolutely terrible to your cause for he wouldn’t forget that he’d been able to do something other than make you grumble.

It was quiet for a few moments after that, nothing but the crickets singing just outside the little tent and the whisper of the wind in the trees. He hadn’t huffed anymore after that, and you quickly came to realize that it was in fact not the cause of your restlessness, though a part of you already knew that. You knew as you lay in that tent that you hadn’t hated his company, not in the slightest as much as your protests would beg to differ otherwise on the matter.

“Would you really rather spend the night with him than me right now? Remus?” He asks quietly, curious after a little while, and you didn’t miss the small bit of offense in his tone. It was the most subtle of indicators that he’d been jealous. Not terribly so, but it was enough to have your words stick in his mind for a few lingering moments longer than it should. He found himself to be just a little offended, because while he hadn’t expected this to be the sleeping arrangements, he’d hoped maybe you wouldn’t dread it as much as you seemed to have.

“In this particular moment, yes,” you quip softly, a smile beginning to tug at the corners of your mouth when you hear his displeased huff. “I might even sleep outside with the bears should you continue being jealous.”

“That is not happening,” he says, quick to add more once he realizes just what you’ve said. “And I am not jealous.”

As much as you two may have bickered near incessantly, as much as it may have seemed as though you couldn’t stand each other, he didn’t want you to do such a thing. It was dangerous after all. He knows a flimsy tent would do little to protect you, he knows you’re more than capable with magic, but he’d much rather prefer you weren’t out of his sight. It was safer that way.

“Who’s to say?”

Your back remains to him as you close your eyes briefly, your grin having gone unseen. It’d always been your personal mission to get under his skin ever since he was just a boy who had made it a point to get under yours, and now that he was nearly twenty your goals were no different. Maybe they weren’t as childish and filled with a certain annoyance as they once had been in the very beginning, but the habit was still very much there.

“Y/n/n, could you be serious just once in your life?” He asks.

“You know,” you start, rolling over to lay on your other side. Your breath hitched upon realizing your closeness, his face mere inches from your own and you nearly lose your train of thought as he’d done the same. But you quickly gathered yourself as you swallowed thickly, a smile gracing your lips. “I don’t believe I could if I tried.”

He rolled his eyes as he moved to lay in his back once more, his smile bright as his hair splays across his pillow and you follow suit. Your heart had still been beating wildly in your chest at the closeness you’d shared just seconds earlier, cheeks flushed a soft shade of crimson as you dare not look over at him. He supposed he’s grateful for that because he’s too caught up in looking at you, that same smile on his lips that he knows shouldn’t be there. One look at him and you’d have days, even weeks worth of material to tease him with. But he can’t help it.

He also can’t help it when he laughs, his eyes squeezing shut. “What is it?”

He shakes his head as he continues, your own curious smile forming in your lips as you turn your head and look at him. “I’ve got that bloody ABBA song stuck in my head.”

Your smile widens and a giggle falls past your lips as you return your gaze to the sky, the mingled laughter between the two of you having been something not uncommon as of late. “Well I’ve got that dreaded AC/DC song stuck in mine.”

“It is not dreaded, it’s a classic,” he defends, scoffing lightly as a lingering chuckle accompanies his words.

“And so is mine,” you counter, just as much defense in your voice as he held in his.

“That is absolutely false.”

“It is absolutely not.”

He responded with a heaving sigh, a smile on his lips despite it but he let you win the argument this time because surely there would be more. There would always be more when the two of you were together, but he feels as though he can hardly count on one hand the amount of times you had argued over something serious.

Your shared laughter had since died down to silence amongst everything else, leaving you know choice but to think of how close the two of you were. To think of the fact that never in a million years did you believe you’d ever share a tent with each other. You will admit, only to yourself, that you hadn’t hated it as much as he may have thought. A part of you had found yourself thinking that maybe you’d even miss him had you not been less than a foot away. You thought that a lot lately, unbeknownst to everyone else, or so you thought.

It was then, as you lay beneath the stars in a tent you’d felt was far too small to house two, that you felt his knuckles brush against your own, the very tips of his fingers soon to follow it. The simple touch felt far more electrifying than you had cared to admit to, especially for a simple accident caused from the sheer closeness of your proximity. To be quite honest, you felt rather foolish with the way your heart had skipped a beat and fluttered relentlessly within your chest.

And it was then that you risk a glance to your left the same way he had risked one to his right, eyes meeting in a gaze that’d been shared for the very same reason. You both looked away from the other almost immediately, smiles pulling at your lips as you focus your attention on the sky. No attempts had been made to move.

“Something funny, Y/n/n?” He asks, humor in his tone that only made you smile more than you felt you should have been.

“Yeah,” you start, a soft laugh leaving your lips as your eyes flutter closed. “Are you desperate to hold my hand?”

The laughter he exhaled was immediate at your words, but not out of mocking. “Love, if I wanted to hold your hand I wouldn’t waste my time brushing my fingers over yours.”

That most certainly was a lie, it was absolutely false. As brave as Sirius Black can be, as bold as he always was, he was nervous to hold your hand. He felt as though he was tempting fate already by the mere nudge of his hand over yours. To him, the thought of being in love was both exhilarating and terrifying all the same. To care deeply for someone was in his nature despite his hardships, though he’ll never ever admit it aloud. He didn’t need to.

Sirius could and would risk his life for his friends without a drop of hesitation, he always would. But the idea of slipping his hand in yours, of telling you just how he felt—it was a feat that proved to be difficult. You, you were terrifyingly wonderful and breathtakingly beautiful. You always have a quip to counter his wit, and you would never hesitate to cast a harmless jinx upon him.

He hadn’t realized just how much he wanted to tell you until that very moment, that very day for that matter. With the way you sung that song he swears he dreads every time it plays on the radio. With the way you smiled at him, your cheeks stained a rosy pink when you told him he was a pain. Or the way you’d been beaming as you tucked flowers in your hair with Lily by the lake. He hasn’t known how he made it quite this far without telling you, it was beyond him how he did it.

You weren’t just the girl he’d bicker lightheartedly with on a daily basis over the most trivial of things, always ending in scoffs and eye rolls and narrowed gazes that were more humorous than intended. You weren’t just the one who’d turn his hair every shade of the rainbow given the chance, who could outdo him on the scale of stubborn bravery. You were the girl he found himself following wherever you went, who he found himself thinking of far more often than he told himself he should.

He’s pulled from his thoughts at your soft laughter, turning to lay on his side once more. Before he could ask the reasoning behind it you’d already reached up, your fingers brushing through his hair to grab the lone petal tucked pretty and yellow amongst the strands of black. His gaze never left you, gray and admiring as you tucked his hair behind his ear, the tips of your fingers lingering for just a moment before you pulled them away.

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile, his breath fanning warmly over your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

The question was soft yet confident, having had enough of the question merely sitting at the edge of his tongue for days, weeks, months on end. It’d made your heart skip a beat, and you were nearly unsure if you’d heard him correctly. Because Sirius Black, the boy who’d never failed to get under your skin, who never failed to make you roll your eyes or purse your lips, the one you’d seemingly loved all along was asking to kiss you.

The grin on your lips was nothing short of an indication that your words would be that of something jesting. “It depends.”

“Do tell, on what?” He inquires, the glow of the moon illuminating the mischief dancing in your eyes.

You moved to prop yourself up on your elbow, your grin widening a fraction the more you look at him. “Just how long has it been that you’ve wanted to ask me that?”

“Who’s to say I’ve ever given it thought before this very moment?” He counters, though he knows he has a million times. You roll your eyes then, tipping your head back only momentarily before looking at him again.

“Could you be serious just once in your life?” You ask, copying his earlier words.

“I don’t believe I could if I tried.”

You shook your head as your hand settled on his cheek, quieting his further mocking as you pressed your lips on his. His laughter sounded softly against your lips, soon dissolving in favor of finally kissing you, of finally doing just what he’d longed to do for an amount of time he’s far too prideful to admit. He found himself smiling when your hair brushed against his skin, at the feel of your nose nudging his own and your fingertips just barely tangling in his hair.

His hand came up to rest over your own, the action soft and distracted as you parted from him only briefly. Brief enough for you to smile against his lips, for your giddy laughter to puff softly against his skin. Fleeting before he kissed you again—once, twice, three times more.

You pulled away completely then, his hand falling from yours as you swipe the pad of your thumb across the dimple in his chin, your cheeks flushed and his lips kiss swollen and pink. He followed after you for just one more, gray eyes sparkling and smile blissful as you lay back on your side.

“I love you,” he murmurs, “bloody hell I do.”

“Sirius Black,” you say, taking your lip between your teeth as you looked at him. “I love you too.”

With that he tugged your hand gently, pulling you back to his lips in a soft yet lingering kiss, one that made your heart pound and another bout of butterflies to flutter in your stomach as he held your hand to his chest. He’d waited too long to ask you just that, wasted too much time bickering over this, that, and the next thing.

“Our friends will never let us hear the end of this, you know,” he murmurs, forehead resting on yours. “They’ll go on for weeks, love.”

“Let them.”

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One day at a time

Prologue

Remus Lupin x fem! marauder! reader (eventually)

Summary: Sometimes, reality is a cruel mistress...in fact she can be a down right bitch

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, nudity and hints of canon character deaths, angst, slight trauma, grief, bittersweet fluff, past sirius x reader, reader is an bunny animagus

A/n: 1.8k words, I'm super excited about this series, thank you to the original requester, I fell so in love with your idea I couldn't stop writing and now we have a series x

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“Come back to bed” you plead, making grabby hands at him

The covers are still open from where he slipped out, sun dancing through the window and lighting up his skin whilst he smiles at getting caught. Those perfect curls bouncing gently as he turns back to face you, chuckling fondly as he slips off his shoes and shrugs off his jacket, placing it on the chair nearby before crawling back into bed

He falls into your arms like their made for him and you smile triumphantly, thrilled you convinced him to stay longer, even if you always did before in his own words he would do…

“Anything for you darling” he says as he kisses your cheek

You copy the gesture before burring your head into the crook of his neck, pushing his back flat against the plush of the mattress as your arms and legs wrap around him so he can’t escape. Not that he would ever want that as warm chuckles escape his lips again and his cheek leans into the side of your head

“You should have been a koala” he comments after a few seconds and laughs when you playfully bite his neck for it

“Fuck off” you grumble with a slight giggle

“Love you too” he tells you, nose nudging into your hair before he places a sweet kiss to it

A wash of comfort floods you, more so as his own arms move to hold you protectively, like he doesn’t want to leave either and maybe this time he’ll fold and stay

You shift on his chest, propping your head up on his chest “You don’t really wish I was a koala, right?” you wonder with a little pout, looking for confirmation that he adored your true animagus as much as you did his

He lets out a small laugh but it isn’t mocking, his eyes looking at you with so much love you it was immeasurable yet as he leans forward to give you a kiss you pull back

“Answer me” you scrunch up your nose, the faintest of smiles creeping past your pursed lips as you want him to say it

“I don’t ever wish for you to be a koala. I love you just the way you are my little bunny rabbit” his hand leaves your back briefly to tap your nose causing it to wiggle cutely “My little bugs” he teases you with the old nickname

You nudge him for that, trying to push him away but fail miserably, not that you even put up a fight as you practically fall into his arms

“You don’t even know where it comes from” you huff into his chest, trying not to show your enjoyment over the closeness

He lets out a small ‘huh’ “I do too” he sings in defence, head leaning around to look at you “What kind of man would I be if I forgot the origins of my girls nickname”

“A terrible one” you look back at him

“The worst”

“Utterly dreadful”

“A down right knob” he says with a laugh

You giggle “A very big…nope” you stop yourself the moment his smirk appears “But in light of you not being the most terribly dreadful down right knob in the land, prove it”

“Prove it?” he confirms with a funny smile

“Yup” you pop the ‘p’ with a challenging look

His mouth opens looking off to the side as he tries to come up with something “It’s a rabbit” he finally says with the kind of confidence you can’t falter

“No shit puppy” you giggle at him, head falling into his chest as you do

“Your puppy” he squeezes your body gently

You bite your lip at that, holding your smile as you try not to crack and instead pull back, shaking your head “Oh no, no flirty, flirty you aren’t getting out of this mister” you warn, knowing his tactics far too well “What is bugs from?”

“Its from a boo…” he extends the syllables, trying to gage your reaction but is met with a tilted head and raised eyebrow “Emm…a fil…nope” you push your lips together “A tv…A television show!” your eyes light up “Oh yeah it’s from that cartoo…” he celebrates before coughing and trying to act cool “It’s from that cartoon you and Moony used to watch, but of course I obviously knew that” he shrugs with a creeping smile

“Sure you did” you nod sceptically

He chuckles at that, probably gearing for some witty remark over how he still got it before your lips meet his cheek. The moment they touch his cheek rises and soon are followed by his hands cupping your own cheeks when you pull away and gently guide back in for a proper kiss.

Lip moving in a sweet rhythm as you find yourself wiggling up to be impossibly closer. He smiles at your movements, taking it as an opportunity to shift you onto your back and deepen the kiss. His hands slipping from your face, one going to support him as he leans over you and the other drifting up and down your side while your fingers find the loops of his jeans to pull him flush

“Hey!” you squeal when he squeezes your arse to which he chuckles against your lips before pulling away

“Sorry” he isn’t, not by a long shot “Can’t help myself when you only wear that to bed” he nods to your oversized shirt which always crunched up during the night, made better now by your lack of underwear

You give him a bashful look, watching as his eyes drift to your chest due to the shirt really lifting that far up “Stop looking” you giggle, attempting to pull your shirt down but he grabs your hands and pushes it back up

He tuts “Bad bunny” he chastises but it’s done so softly you melt completely into the mattress, feeling him lean down and begin to pepper kisses all over your stomach and up the valley between them “Never hide from me you’re too beautiful for that” he murmurs between kisses

You can’t help smiling, everything felt so perfect, his lips, hands, the air around you, it was almost unreal

“I love you” you whisper, looking down to see him admiring you with the brightest eyes

“I love you more…nope shush it’s not possible” he says adding the latter when you try to dispute it causing you both to laugh

He falls next to you again, smiling for a moment before pulling you in for another hug. His arms wrapping around you once yet all of a sudden the world feels colder, perhaps one of you left the window open?

“Do you have to go?” you wonder with a horrid taste of déjà vu

His fingers trace over your stomach and side and you find your eyes drifting down to follow his movements “Sorry darlin” is all he says, tone almost heartbroken

Your heart aches but you nod “But you’ll come back right?” you ask tears forming as the air gets colder “Like always?”

You close your eyes then, trying to soak up his arms around you as it’s fleeting whist you wait for his answer…an answer that never comes

Just like how he never came back

Eyes opening you realise he’s gone and your alone, in bed, the wind sweeping through the room mercilessly as you sit up and see him…but it’s not him…it can’t be him…please don’t be him

“Darling I’m home” the man speaks, his tone is low, deranged, no longer adorned in a band shirt and jeans but prison rags which reveal a dark mark, a sinister smirk on his lips

You can’t speak as you slowly remember, flashes sparking in your mind of the papers as you hear him cackling, his footsteps drawing closer as the memory corrupts and the world fades around you until you feel like your falling, screaming for help yet nothing escapes your lips

The ground approaches quickly yet before you hit it you jolt forward. Breathing heavy as your eyes flutter at the train whisking by, ears ringing before the bustling chatter of people takes over, the sound of goodbyes to loved ones on the platform across from yours, the distant echo of birds flying up into the atrium of the station above you

“Are you alright dear?”

Your head snaps to the left, eyes greeted with an elderly woman with a kind yet slightly concerned smile, who waits patiently for your answer. Your brain has a million ways to tell her you aren’t alright, that everything was so not okay, that your whole world had been shattered just for someone you love to crush the fragments into dust…

Yet you find yourself telling her “Yeah, just tired is all”

You lie, of course you do as it would be unfair to infringe your darkness upon her. So you put on what feels like a smile, the best you can muster before you turn away to find the train on your platform coming in

The lady hums, she doesn’t believe it, who would when you looked broken as you did. The clear tear tracks evident on your cheeks were like scars, the hollow look of your face like you had been sucked dry, the permanent frown painted on your lips…and not to mention falling asleep in the middle of a busy London station with your entire life in one sorry little suitcase and backpack.

Nevertheless, she grabs her stuff and walks over to the train, waiting for the doors to open and everyone on board to get off while you do the same only slower. Heart as heavy as the reality you were now living in. Dreams crumbled like the future you once pictured. Every part of you in constant emotional turmoil yet at the same time completely numb, disassociation setting in as it was the only means for you to survive this journey…a journey to merlin knows where…well you did know where as the announcement sounds

“Good morning ladies and gentlemen, the next train from platform 2 will be leaving shorty, this train has five stops, Reading, Swindon, Bristol Parkway, Newport and finally Cardiff…oh and please mind the gap don’t want any extra…what…oopsie daisy wasn’t supposed to say that last part…any who you better get your socks on the train will be departing in 5 minutes”

The person over the tannoy earn giggles and laughter from everyone on the platform yet you remain silent, the only word you heard being Cardiff. It was all you could handle in that moment, Cardiff was the first step of many you didn’t want to take but had to, you couldn’t stay there anymore nor could you be alone. So as you looked down at the old and beaten envelope which held the address of an old friend, you could only hope to Godric he still lived there

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