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bruisedboys · 6 months

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remus who needs to make eye contact with reader when talking bc she has his full attention but she tries averting her gaze and he’s Tall so he does that thing where he bends his head down/chases her eyes so they maintain contact

ugh this!!!!!!!! he definitely does this, so hot of him honestly. I didn’t do justice to your idea at all but I gave it a shot!!!

rockstar!remus lupin x fem!reader

Remus gets off stage and he’s somehow a billion times hotter than he was two hours ago. It’s cruel. He’s the kind of handsome that begs to be looked at. You don’t blame his screaming fans. Not when you’d definitely be one of them if it weren’t for your lucky position of the bassists girlfriend.

“Hey,” Remus says, slinging his bass over his shoulder as he jogs towards you. His headset dangles around his neck, makeup smudged under his eyes and his hair in disarray, and yet he heads straight for you, brushing away a couple of techies who try to wave him down. He comes to a halt in front of you, still buzzing with onstage energy. “Can I hug you?”

“Yeah,” you nod, breathless and he’s only said a few words. He’s so handsome you can’t think straight. He hugs you hard, and you don’t even care that he’s sweating buckets. His arms cage you, strong and heavy, and he smells like sweat and musk, his cologne subtle but heady.

“You played amazing,” you tell him as his hands roam your back, one between your shoulder blades and another at the small of your back, pressing you in.

Remus pulls back, hot hands sliding to hold you by the shoulders. He squeezes you, calloused thumbs at your collar. He’s smiling so big you’re sure his cheeks hurt. “

“Cause I had my lucky charm,” he says, chucking you under the chin. “I’m so glad you came, pretty girl.”

Heat flares behind your cheeks. You can’t believe he’s real, can’t believe he’s this handsome and calling you pretty and telling you he’s glad you came to his show. As if you’d ever even think about being anywhere else tonight but here. You dip your head so you don’t have to look at his handsome face, opting instead for the dirty backstage floor.

“I’m glad I came too,” you mumble, toeing a rogue piece of confetti with the tip of your shoe.

Remus follows you down, bending to your height and tilting his head up so you’re forced to look him in the eyes. He’s gorgeous and he’s lovely and he’s so close you could kiss him.

“What did you say, sweetheart?” He asks, lips quirked, his mouth so close that his warm breath fans over your lips. “Can’t hear you when you get all shy like that.”

You groan. He’s awful. “I’m not shy,” you protest, though you are, especially with him. You stick your chin out in a show of fake confidence. “I said I’m glad I came too.”

Remus’ grins and thumbs your jaw, then cards a hand through his messy, sweaty hair. “Mm, I bet you are, sweetheart.”

You know he’s teasing. You don’t mind it as much as you should.

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cosmal · 1 year

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reader falling asleep against remus?? maybe they aren’t dating yet but are oblivious idiots in love with each other and he freaks out !!

pillow

summary you fall asleep on remus at a party.

content remus lupin x fem!reader, she/her

"Mate, you've gotta be the worst pillow ever. Relax a bit," Sirius says to Remus who's gone stiff underneath you.

"I should wake her up, right? Like, it was an accident. She's gonna think I'm weird for not waking her up," Remus panics, trying to stay as still as possible.

"Hey, woah," Sirius puts his hands out to calm his friend like he's a spooked animal, "She wouldn't have fallen asleep on you if she didn't trust you, right?"

He takes a breath and looks down at you. He remembers how much he stupidly likes you and relaxes a bit. "Right," he says under his breath.

"Good," Sirius sighs.

He's not entirely sure how you've done it. It's loud at this party and the two seater isn't the most comfortable place to be. He then thinks about how if it were him in your position, he'd do the exact same thing. He trusts you enough to fall alseep on, despite the circumstances. He's sure his are different to yours, though.

He let's you get comfortable where you've got your cheek smooshed against his shoulder and hopes his sweater isn't too scratchy. Your lips are parted in the slightest and your nose keeps twitching. He remembers how tired you'd told him you were and hopes this moment of rest is enough to help until you have to go home.

He really wanted to talk to you tonight, maybe, if he'd found enough courage, he would've asked you on a date. But he's just as content with letting you use him to sleep comfortably. He envies it really, because he could also use a power nap.

He tries his best to keep you alseep, a hand around your shoulder to keep you shielded from rowdy partygoers but knows it's inevitable that you'll wake. The room starts to fill more as the sun falls behind the horizon and he feels you start to stir.

You lift yourself from his side and blink yourself awake. You look around the room confused, the cutest pout on your lips, before you catch Remus to your side. Then, you startle.

"Oh my god," you say, and hold your hands to your cheeks, "Remus, I'm so sorry!" You start to come into yourself and can't stop smiling. You duck your face into your shoulder and try to act unaffected, though you fail.

"It's okay," he says, and because while you were asleep, he'd swelled with courage, he wraps an arm back around your shoulders and encourages you back into his side. He's not forceful with it but you snuggle back into him like it's second nature and he melts. "I kind of liked it."

"Oh," you say under your breath, but because you're so close he can hear you. He treasures this position dearly, because most of the time you're too shy to speak as loudly as you should.

"You're cute when you sleep," he says, pushing it really, he expects to run out of confidence soon. "It's too loud in here, but I think you were snoring."

You groan and cover your face with your hands, bubbling with embarrassed giggles. "Stop it," you say, flustered and airy, "Was I really?"

"No, I'm kidding, sweetheart," he laughs, nudging your shoulder with his own, "It's okay, you were fine."

"Good," you say, looking at him through the parts in your fingers. "At least I didn't drool, I do that at home sometimes." You take your hands from your face but you still seemed flustered.

"Really?" he laughs.

"Yeah."

He doesn't stop himself from saying, "Well, I'll have to see that one day." He doesn't regret it when you start to roar with laughter.

"Are you inviting yourself back to my bed, Lupin?" you ask through pretty giggles.

"Is that okay?"

You tuck your head back into his side and try to hold back your laughter. He thinks you're trying to hide your flustered face. "Of course, it is."

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vivwritesfics · 2 years

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Lupins Lady

Ugh I wanna write some poly marauders stuff so baaaad

Word count: 1k

Summary: before Y/N, everybody was scared of the Marauders. But the terrorising stopped the the pranks became harmless. All thanks to Lupins Lady.

Inspired by a tiktok that I can't find now

Everybody knew of the Marauders and the mischief they got up to. Well, they knew of James and Sirius, and occasionally Peter. At first people couldn’t understand how they got along so well with Remus Lupin. But back then, people couldn’t understand the Remus Lupin was actually the brains behind the entire operation.

It was easy to tell when a prank was orchestrated by James and Sirius or by Remus. And, recently, they were all James and Sirius. Silly things like swapping around books in the library or holding Snapes things above his head. Without Remus, James and Sirius looked like downright bullies.

But Remus was rather preoccupied. At least, that was how the other boys saw it. What else were they supposed to think when every time they walked into the common room (after nine at night) he was sat in the arm chair, sleeping in front of the fire. But that wasn’t all. Dressed in one of his sweaters Y/N L/N would be sleeping against his chest.

The couple hadn’t told anybody they were together, but they didn’t have to. One day Remus just appeared by her side and he didn’t left it, seemingly. The PDA wasn’t packed on, but they weren’t shy about it. Sat cuddled up together for breakfast, when the boys would be trying to make plans. Completing homework together that seemed to be Remus either correcting hers or just doing it himself.

Even at her young age Y/N L/N thought she’d found her life partner in Remus Lupin. He was kind and sweet and caring and oh so so handsome. He was the full package, wrapped up in a scruffy little bow.

Of course, she didn’t know about his furry little problem, but that was a story for another day.

On this particular night, just as every night, the boys strolled into the common room, dripping with confidence. They hadn’t even pulled a prank, but three girls had just sent him that flirty wave and batted their eyelashes at him. And Lily had actually looked at James today!

But the fourth member of their party was nowhere to be seen.

Instead of joining them in their escapades around Hogwarts, Remus was sat in front of the fire, his girl on his lap, bundled up in his sweater. The moment she climbed onto him and planted a kiss on his cheek he knew they were both going to sleep there, at least until he woke up with his back hurting and moved her to his bed with him.

“Whatcha reading?” She asked, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. Remus hummed and held out the cover for her to see. Once she’d made the noise of approval he’d been waiting for, his arms snaked around her and he held the book open, this time reading out loud.

This had become routine now. And by the time the other Marauders had arrived, they’d both be asleep. It was sickeningly sweet, every other Gryffindor would tell you that much, but they couldn’t stop the ‘aww’s from escaping each time it happened.

Before they fell asleep, Remus and Y/N would get through at least one chapter of whatever book he was reading. She kept him out of trouble, at least that’s what the boys said. Before Y/N he was their leader. He was the one to threaten the younger kids when they caught the boys doing something they shouldn’t have.

James was standing in front of the stairs leading to the dormitories, Sirius in front of the portrait hole. Only first years were gathered in the common room, sat around the fireplace. In front of the fireplace was Remus, the Marauders map sticking out of his back pocket.

It was the start of his and Y/N’s relationship. She was sitting in the armchair in the common room, waiting for them to finish up. After Remus was done with the first years he had promised her a picnic in front of the fireplace made up of food he and the boys had taken from the kitchens.

“This is a lesson I like to call ‘so you caught James and Sirius doing something they shouldn’t have’,” Remus said to the first years. He casually pulled his wand out of his pocket and tapped it against his head. “Anybody who can tell me what they saw wins a prize.”

Y/N hated to admit it, but this side of Remus was a mixture of scary and hot. She looked up from her book to watch the whole endeavor.

“What do we win?” Asked a brave first year.

Sirius stepped forward slightly from the portrait hole. “Ever heard of Obliviate?” He asked with a smirk. A few of the first years started trembling.

That was when Y/N finally stepped in. She put down her book, walked over to Remus and kissed his cheek. “Okay, Rem,” she whispered as he wrapped his arm around her. “I think they get it. As long as they don’t squeal they get to keep their memories, right?”

“That’s right, Sweetheart,” he said and kissed the top of her head. After that he dismissed the first years, not before James and Remus gave them a good scare.

That was the last time the boys got to scare the first years with Remus. He was still their leader, just spent most of his time with Y/N instead. He still made time for the boys, but that time was spent thinking of Y/N.

In truth, by keeping Remus out of trouble, she was keeping all of the Marauders out of trouble. Their schemes became less and less.

Before Y/N everybody was scared of the Marauders. If it wasn’t for her Lily would never have given James a chance. But that was a story for another day.

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seriouslysnape · 3 months

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Aftermath of a Full Moon

Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x James Potter x Fem! Reader Tags: Fluff. Remus recovering after a full moon. Word Count: 2.8k "You sure you feel alright?"

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Remus' head had been pounding all day.

The sting from the frozen ice pack over his eyes was nothing compared to relentless pounding inside of his skull. It had been going on for hours now, creeping its way in as a mild headache early that morning to escalating to a full blown migraine attack as the day went on.

Now it was an hour past dinnertime, and Remus wasn't any better. Remus hadn't eaten a single thing that day, but with how horribly sick to his stomach he felt, he wasn't sure he would've been able to hold anything down.

This wasn't the worst migraine he'd ever experienced, but it was bad enough to knock him out of commission for the day. He had skipped all of his classes today, too exhausted and too miserable to even attempt to attend.

Remus was nauseated beyond belief. His eyes felt like they were borderline burning they were so hot. He was achy in his neck and shoulders -- and not to mention, the throbbing pain in his head hadn't let up in the slightest.

The most recent full moon had been a hard one. Some months were simply better than others, and this hadn't been the best...nor the worst.

Remus hated how inconsistent he felt after each full moon.

Some months he would bounce back in a day or so. Other months, the recovery could last for weeks -- and by the time he felt better, it was time for the full moon again.

This one was rough on him, and he was definitely feeling it.

He had been in bed all day. He was still wearing what he slept in the night before, and he was lying in nearly the same position that he was in when Sirius and James left for the day.

Remus hadn't seen a stitch of daylight that day. Both because there were a series of thunderstorms rolling through for the next couple days and because he had drawn the curtains, leaving himself in the dark for the entirety of the day.

Any kind of light or noise agitated him, and at this point, Remus was willing to do anything to make it stop. Remus had done nothing but lie still and listen to the rain and thunder. He knew it would pass, but that wasn't any kind of consolation when he was going through at in that moment.

Remus didn't have any clue as to what time it was. It felt like it had been days, but he knew that once James and Sirius returned, that would mean it was the end of the day.

You, James, and Sirius left early that morning when they caught on that Remus wasn't feeling well, and they hadn't been back since to give him some quiet and space. You were worried about him because it always broke your heart to see any of them not at their best.

Remus hadn't given any of you much of a proper interaction that day, which all three of you understood given how bad he was feeling. Still, Remus felt a tinge of guilt for being so distant.

As if on cue, he identified two heavy pairs of footsteps outside the door, which he knew meant the arrival of his two best friends.

Remus was glad his eyes were covered when they opened the door because the light beaming in might've pushed him over the edge.

"Hey mate," James spoke as quietly as he entered, knowing that any kind noise just made it worse. "Any better?"

Remus could only shake his head, swallowing hard and continuing to focus on his breathing.

"If you're still feeling sick," Sirius reached into the pocket of his robes to retrieve a small vial of a medium orange colored potion. "I snagged you a dose of this stuff. I think it's a hard swallow but will settle the nausea."

Sirius left it on the top of Remus' trunk that was on the floor at the foot of his bed, and Remus croaked out a thank you.

"Thanks, Pads. I'll get to it in a minute," He shuddered. "I'm scared to move."

Remus had finally found a position to lie in that was semi-tolerable. He hadn't moved an inch in hours, and he was beginning to lose sensation in his limbs.

Sirius and James left the lights off, using their wands to navigate the room.

You were always a bit nervous whenever Remus was having a hard time after a full moon. He was so sensitive in every aspect after a moon, you always worried you'd make it worse.

That's why you were extra quiet when you moved around and didn't say much -- and when you did speak, you were very soft spoken.

Remus hadn't heard you walk in because of this, and he was feeling bad for not paying you any attention for the last couple days...particularly today when he really went down for the count.

"Where's baby girl?" Remus asked, and your head perked up. "She in her dorm tonight?"

"No, she's here." James flashed you his movie star smile.

"Hi, Rem." You said softly, sticking close to Sirius and lingering around him.

"Hey pretty girl," He responded genuinely, but not even a ghost of a smile appeared on his face. "I didn't hear you come in."

You didn't say anything else, only listening to Sirius and James talk to Remus.

"We brought your assignments," James said, referring to what he had missed in class that day. "It's not that much. You'll have the weekend to do it."

"Yeah. And [Y/N] brought you some leftovers in case you get hungry." Sirius said.

You indeed were holding a wrapped plate of food from dinner, which you had forgotten about until Sirius mentioned it. You left it next to the potion for Remus to get when he wanted it.

"Thanks, bun. You didn't have to do that for me," He said, pressing the ice pack further down onto his eyes. "I'll get to it when I feel more settled."

"Drink that potion, mate." Sirius said. "Promise it'll work wonders."

"Why don't you take it to him, baby?" James suggested, and you silently obliged.

Remus heard your feet creep to the side of his bed, glass vial in your hand and uncorked. Remus reached his hand out, taking it into his grip when you placed it in his palm.

Remus raised his head just enough to gulp down the bitter potion, setting his head back down as soon as it was in his system. He handed the now empty vial back to you, giving your wrist an appreciative squeeze.

He noticed that you scurried away as soon as he dropped your hand, which only made his guilt of neglecting you worse.

"You're staying the night, yeah?" James asked you, referring to how you still had your school bag and shoes on.

You only nodded, setting your bag down gently next to Sirius' bed and unlacing your shoes to go with it. Sirius and James shared a look, both of them picking up on how you were acting.

And maybe, just maybe, you had a bit of a soft spot for Remus that was different from Sirius and James. Seeing Remus like this was hard on you.

And Remus knew he wasn't the most pleasant to be around after a bad full moon. He was irritable, short-tempered, and just overall not feeling well. And there had been a time or two where Remus had snapped at you or said something that hurt your feelings.

Remus always came around and had a conversation with you, apologizing and explaining that it wasn't your fault.

But all it took was one time for you to be pretty shut down when Remus was coming off a full moon.

They knew you were pretty reserved when Remus was like this, so they didn't think too much of it.

It was going to be a quiet night for everybody, since Remus was going to need the quiet and darkness to keep his head from exploding off of his shoulders.

The next hour or so went by, and the three of you were silent as you traversed through the room, choosing tasks that didn't require any noise or high energy.

James was stationed at his desk, using nothing more than his desk lamp to do his homework and work on some Quidditch things. Sirius was sitting on his bed with a deck of cards, working on some new trick he had learned from somewhere. You were laying on your stomach, flipping through a new Muggle novel that you had picked up from a friend.

Remus hadn't said a word, still lying flat with his eyes covered and head pounding. As the minutes passed, you couldn't stand to see him like this.

Most of the time, the best thing to do was to leave Remus alone and let it pass -- but it pained you to see him so pitiful. You closed your book, shifting to go to get off the bed. Sirius caught your gaze on Remus and knew what you were headed to do.

"Hey, pup." Sirius whispered, grabbing your ankle that was next to him to stop you from approaching him. "Moony's not feeling so good. Let's give him some more time, yeah?"

Remus heard Sirius, of course -- it was so quiet there was no way he couldn't. Remus couldn't deny you like that, not after he'd been so far the last couple of days.

"No, s'alright," Remus sat up very slowly, tossing the useless ice pack that was beginning to turn room temperature at the foot of his bed. "C'mere, bunny."

Your eyes looked to James, who only gave you a nod of approval. Still, you didn't move.

"I don't want to make it worse." You fiddled with your fingers, bending them nervously and hearing them pop.

"Not gonna make it worse, my love." He shifted to make room on his mattress, groaning at the aching in his muscles. "Come sit."

Sirius gave your backside a light tap, pushing you into motion. Your feet shuffled to Remus' bed, your body slowly crawling onto his mattress and snuggling next to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, his hand resting on the outside of your thigh.

"You could never make it worse," He pressed a kiss to your temple, sighing as he held you close. "It was just a rough moon this time."

"Do you feel any better?" You asked.

Truthfully, he didn't. The potion had settled his nausea, but for the most part he still felt like he had all day. But he could tell you were worried, and he didn't see any sense in worrying you further.

"A little bit," He said. "I think I'll drink a dose of Sleeping Draught tonight and be good as new tomorrow."

Sirius was still shuffling his deck of cards, giving you a reassuring smile.

"He's gonna be just fine," He said. "Promise."

Remus nodded in agreement, chuckling when you snuggled closer to him. In a way, he felt better having you close to him. He always loved having you around, and knowing that you weren't sore with him made him feel better.

"I'm sorry I haven't seen you much this week," He apologized, kissing the crown of your head when you rested your head on his shoulder. "I owe you one, hm?"

"No, it's okay. I knew you weren't feeling well." You said.

"You're so patient," Remus laughed. "I don't know how you put up with us sometimes."

Sirius and James both laughed at that because they agreed...and found it ironic considering Remus was the least difficult of the three.

"Can I sleep with Rem tonight?" You asked James, since it was technically his turn to have you tonight.

Remus' heart did a joyful leap, but he looked at James for a response. It wasn't often that there was a change in the rotation, but there were special occasions where you wanted to switch it up -- and most of the time, it wasn't an issue.

"Up to you, mate. I don't mind." He grinned.

Remus looked at you, smiling at your eyes that were all lit up at getting to spend time with him.

"Sure, doll. How about you get one of your blankets from your dorm so you don't get cold tonight?"

The suggestion hung in the air for only a moment, a gentle reminder of the care that was woven into the fabric of your relationship. You were up on your feet in seconds, giddy with excitement as you rushed out of the room to make the journey to your dorm to return with what you would need for the night.

The three of them laughed at your eagerness, taking that as a sign to start winding down for an early night in.

Remus knew he needed to eat something before bed, since he would feel sluggish in the morning if he didn't. Remus reached over the end of his bed, taking his plate of leftovers into his lap.

"You sure you feel alright?" Sirius asked, reaching into his trunk to toss Remus a plastic utensil.

Remus caught it, and started taking small bites and chewing slowly.

"As good as I'm gonna feel tonight," He sighed. "A night of sleep should set me straight."

Remus hadn't realized how hungry he was, which wasn't surprising considering he hadn't eaten all day and had been preoccupied trying to get some relief.

"Do you need anything else?" James asked.

"Nah. I'm alright," Remus replied. "Just don't tell her I'm still feeling bad."

They understood what he meant. Remus never wanted to cause any trouble, and he definitely didn't want anyone making a fuss over him. If he needed help, he would ask.

Remus did his best on eating, clearing about half of what you had brought him from The Great Hall. It wasn't much, but it was enough to provide him some fuel.

Remus showered too, which was the most he had done all day. He stood under the stream of hot water, hoping it would melt away some of the tension and pounding in his head. It didn't do much other than refresh him a bit, but even that was a nice feeling to have.

Remus re-entered the dorm with a fresh T-shirt and sweats, laughing when he saw you were already snuggled and settled in his bed, curled up with your book to get a few more pages in before it was time to go to bed. Sirius and James were also in their beds, finishing up their tasks for the night.

"You always know how to make yourself at home, huh?" He teased.

You looked up from your book, a small smile on your face.

"I guess it's a habit now." You closed the cover and set it aside.

He moved towards his trunk, opening it and retrieving a vial of Sleeping Draught. He swallowed the dark blue potion with ease, hoping it would kick in quickly.

He moved towards the bed, the exhaustion from the day still evident in his movements. But there was a spark in his eyes now, a spark that hadn't been there before. He climbed into the bed next to you, his body sinking into the familiar comfort of his mattress.

His hair was still damp from the shower, the droplets of water catching the faint light in the room. He looked at you, his eyes reflecting a quiet kind of happiness.

He kissed your cheek when he pulled you close, whispering in your ear as you got settled.

"Did you tell Siri and James goodnight?" He asked, and you nodded.

"She did. With plenty of sympathy kisses for little Jamesie." Sirius laughed, and James launched a pillow at his face.

Sirius shrieked and continued to cackle and poke fun at James who really wasn't hurt in the slightest.

"You're fine, baby. Enjoy being with Moony tonight," James smiled genuinely. "I'll have you tomorrow."

You weren't listening much to their conversation. You were more focused on Remus, watching his eyelashes flutter as he kept his eyes closed to keep his head from pounding worse. He could feel himself growing sleepy, and he hoped that sleep would surely take him.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked, eyes wide and full of concern.

Remus had been asked that question for what felt like a million times that day -- but he appreciated the care.

"Yeah, my love." He kissed your forehead. "I am."

And Remus would be okay with a little more time. He would wake up the next morning with a clear and pain-free head, with nothing more than some mild fatigue and a desperation to see something other than the walls of the dormitory.

And over the next few days, he would spend his time making it up to you -- spending every spare moment he had with you and giving you as much affection as he could spare.

Remus would be alright. With you, he always would be.

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reidscanehand · 4 months

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Just a Trifle

Remus Lupin x fem!Reader

Fluff

TW: insecurity in relationships

It’s still odd to stay the night.

You’re not quite the girlfriend, but not quite…anything else. The two of you stopped seeing other people long ago, months ago now, though it feels longer. He teases you, touches you, kisses you seemingly whenever he can, but…you’re not his girlfriend. At least he hasn’t said and you haven’t asked. And it feels silly and stupid and immature to wait for it, to even want to, or, rather, need to call him something…to make him yours, feels silly. But still.

You don’t live here, though there are pieces of you, like demarcations of your existence all over the place. A cushion the two of you purchased together that you’d meant to take back to yours, but had looked just as sweet on his couch, especially the morning after the two of you used it to prop up your head as you laid on the sofa and he laid in your lap, playing with his hair until the both of you were asleep. Or the coffee creamer in the fridge; Remus takes his coffee black, so it could only be yours. Or the toothbrush in the travel case next to his in the cabinet, purchased just for you. Even the hand soap in the bathroom - ginger mandarin, another shopping date find - served as a symbol of your presence in his life.

And now it’s Christmas. Christmas Day had been spent with your respective families only for the two of you to end up back at Rem’s. Frankly, it’s been weeks since you were home. Every time you return, your flat is like a living memory, forgotten oranges rotting in the fruit bowl on the counter, bread going stale, always cold even when it isn’t cold outside because you turn the heating off. You don’t really live there, not anymore. Most of your clothes live at Rem’s, space in his drawers opening up, seemingly if it’s own accord. It had all felt so natural…so why can’t you ask?

It’s as though he’s determined not to notice your predicament. There’s no way he can’t, though. Right? The two of you sit on the couch with the cute pillow, the tv quietly playing “It’s a Wonderful Life”. You know he’s not really watching, he’s probably asleep with your fingers running through his hair - it’s his favorite thing in the world or so he says. Suddenly he sits up and kisses your nose as he is wont to do.

“I can hear your brain moving, bun,” he whispers affectionately, as though unwilling to interrupt the film. “I know we didn’t really talk about presents, but I got you something.” He stands briefly and walks over to the cabinet he keeps coats in near the door. The top is out of both of your reach, but he tips on his toes and blindly reaches until he pulls down a small, shabbily wrapped little box.

“Just a trifle,” he assures you in his quietly formal way. You stand rather than take the gift right away.

“Good thing I got you something, too,” you laugh quietly, suddenly shy. You go into the bedroom and reach into your overnight bag, long since unpacked and taking up space in the closet. You’d hidden the gift in there, deciding to keep it for his birthday if the two of you didn’t exchange gifts.

“On the count of three,” Remus states almost mischievously as he takes the small gift bag from you and hands you the small box. He counts and the two of you open. His is swifter, it’s in a bag after all, requiring less effort.

“Oh, thank you, doll,” he says softly, his mind clearly elsewhere even as he admires the record you’d picked out. But you can’t say anything. Because inside the tiny box is a small, thin key. Imprinted on the key is “3B”. That’s this apartment. This is a key to his apartment. You hear Rem take a deep breath, your gaze still locked on the key.

“It’s taken me too long,” he practically whispers, Jimmy Stewart’s voice still whirring from the telly a good deal louder. “And you’ve…you’ve been far too kind about it, really.”

“Not too kind,” you whisper, surprising yourself. “Never too kind for you.”

Remus smiles and pulls you to him, crushing the key between the two of you. “See? Far too good for me you are.”

“Too good to be…what exactly?” you ask, dreading the feeling of it leaving your mouth.

“To be mine,” he responds, his voice firm. “To be my girlfriend, my partner…I want you to live here. With me. As long as you’ll have me.”

You beam into his chest, your heart thundering.

“Just a trifle?” you giggle, looking up at him. He smiles down at you, pressing ever closer, eyeing your mouth.

“You know, a trifle? An ultimate token of my love an affection? A symbol of my need to have you near me forever?” he laughs as your eyes grow wide. “Whatever you want it to be.”

“I want it to be…I want it to be a step.”

“A step?” he asks, eyes flicking between your mouth and eyes, arms still holding you close.

“A step to forever,” you say, voice just as sure as his now. “That okay?”

“That’s perfect,” he replies, “perfect, my love.”

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Happy Holidays xx

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babyflorencee · 4 months

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Do I make you nervous?

Remus Lupin x fem!Reader

I was over at my boyfriend, Remus' house, in hopes of spending some time with him since he's been busy with school work. But it's been a couple of hours and he still hasn't given me any attention. "Remmy," I said, trying to get him to look up from what he was reading.

"Remus." I said again, after he ignored me the first time.

"Yes, love?" He asked, spinning around in his chair.

"Hi," I said, now realizing I had no idea what to say.

"Is that all?" he questioned, a confused expression painted on his face.

"Can you pay attention to me. Pretty please?" I implored him, giving him my best puppy dog look.

"Come here darling," he said, stretching his arms out for me.

I got up from his bed, walking over towards him, taking a seat on his lap as his arms wrapped around me. He spun back around, resting his chin on my shoulder so he could continue to read his paper. "Remmy." I whined, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry love, but I have to finish this, then I'm all yours, I promise."

I let out a sigh, before getting off his lap and walking over to his bookshelf, grabbing the first book I saw and going back to his bed.

An hour has passed, and my body was sprawled out across his bed, the duvet was soft against my skin as I struggled to stay focused on the book. Since my eyes kept adverting back to Remus, who was still sitting at his desk working on a English paper. I let the book fall shut with a frustrated sigh, before tossing it aside and crawling under the duvet, deciding to just go to sleep since I was tired of waiting for him.

A little while later, I woke up to the sound of thunder, groaning in annoyance as I rubbed my face, trying to get my eyes to focus, before looking at the wrist watch, wondering how long I had been sleeping for. I let out a sigh at the fact that it had only been an hour. I sat up, about to yell at Remus again, when I realized that his desk was empty. Growing anxious, I looked around the room once before slumping down into the pillows, pulling the duvet up to my chin.

I attempted to fall back asleep, since it was pretty obvious he wasn't going to give me any attention today. I was half asleep when my eyes shot open, startled by the weight of somebody on top of me. I looked up to be met eye to eye with Remus. He was hovering over me, his arms propping himself up so that he wouldn't completely crush me. "morning babe," he said, chuckling a little at my startled expression.

I looked away, not wanting to see his face since I wanted to be mad at him for ignoring me earlier. "Come on love, look at me," He whined, putting his fingers under my chin, and forcing me to look up at him.

"pretty please," he asked with a pout. When I shifted my eyes away from his, he began kissing my neck and collarbone, trying to get me to give him attention. I tried to hold back a moan as he began to suck and bite down on my neck. "Rem," I said, putting one hand on the back of his head, pushing him more into me.

After a while, he brought his head up from my neck, grabbing my chin once again, his eyes hungrily adverting from my lips to my eyes, as he bit down on his bottom lip. I swallowed on nothing, trying my absolute hardest not to look in his eyes.

He brought his mouth down to my ear, "Do I make you nervous?" He whispered, trying not to laugh.

"Maybe," I breathed out, feeling my face heat up.

He smiled proudly as he rolled over to my side, getting under the covers as well. "Good," he said, pulling me into his chest, as he closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to cuddle and to go to sleep.

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agent-tempest · 1 month

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Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader recs list

oneshots

Over the influence- @bruisedboys [2.9k, Fluff, friends to lovers, friends trying really hard to be lovers, fluff, mutual pining, lovesick oblivious remus, drunk!reader, modern!au, rugby!james cw implied fem!reader, reader wears a skirt, alcohol consumption.]

Lovers Rock- @cosmal [12.4k, fem!afab!reader, she/her pronouns, modern!au, friends to lovers, absolute idiots in love, mutual pining, oblivious!reader, oblivious!remus, drunk!reader, drunk!remus, alcohol consumption. You and remus lupin have become really good at stealing each other away from parties.]

Skirts- @flwrbo [1.1k, kissing, reader wears a skirt, Professor!Remus, suggestive fluff. Everyone at Hogwarts just loves Professor Lupin’s pretty wife <;3]

To chase the sun- @mischiefmoons [lil over 1k, gender neutral Reader but a quick fem mention in the poem at the end, allusions to lycanthropy causing chronic pain, soft!comfy Remus. Grumpy!Remus hates the rain but loves his sunshine!reader]

Remus x Anxious!Reader- @bruisedboys [1.3k, Remus and anxious!reader where he asks her to be his, but she is worried that remus will think that she is too much to take care of]

dabbles

James introducing shy!reader to Remus. - @luveline [>1k, Fluff, Shy!reader]

Barista!remmy flirting with chubby!reader- @inkdrinkerworld [He’d be hiding his flirting behind coffee recommendations, working up the courage to ask you out]

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zvdvdlvr · 1 year

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Cuddling with young lupin and reading books ❤❤

sleepy snuggles ; remus lupin

➳ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

synopsis: "Cuddling with young lupin and reading books" yes🤍.

warnings: foul language, pet names [dove, my love, darlin'], MOONY <3, unedited

reader's pronouns: they/them

"hey moons," y/n greeted as they entered remus's dorm room.

the teen looked up and smiled. "hey darlin'. whaddaya doin'?"

grabbing a fluffy crimson blanket from james's bed, y/n shrugged. finally approching the teen, they kicked off their shoes and climbed into remus's bed rather ungracefully and finally flopped into the embrace of open-armed remus.

"missed ya," y/n murmured into remus's chest.

remus couldn't help but smile. "i woulda missed you more if you'd 'ave brought some food, dove."

moony smothers a laugh when y/n hits him on the chest.

"watcha readin'?" y/n asks through a yawn. they turned their head so one ear was placed by remus's heart.

remus shrugged. "uhh..." he turned the cover so it was facing him. "catcher in the rye by j.d. salinger," he replied.

y/n hummed. "read ta me. i need a nap."

"you always need a nap," remus uttered as he rested his forearms and hands on y/n's back and opened the paperback. "i suddenly remembered this time, in around October, that I and Robert Tichener and Paul Campbell were chucking a football around especially Tichener."

"fuck, okay, stop, that's boring," y/n groaned, weakly waving a hand.

remus snorted. "well yeah, it's a book mcgonagall brought up and was houndin' me about readin'," remus explains, tucking a bookmark into the pages. it's funny to remember the times when remus visibly recoiled when seeing a book.

"cuddle with me, m'love." y/n said through another yawn.

"then c'mere," remus replied, urging y/n closer. y/n easily burrowed their face into remus's neck after pressing a kiss to the scars marring remus's skin. remus wrapped his arms around y/n.

"i think i'm in love with ya, darlin'." remus whispered into the quiet air.

"i love you too, moony," y/n said. remus could hear the smile in their voice. whether or not because they won the bet between them, sirius, james, peter, marlene, and lily of when remus would say the 'L' word first, he didnt know, but was content with just living in the moment.

🪐 bonus:

"i found 'em!" james screamed.

remus jolted up, causing y/n to mumble something about shutting the fuck up and letting them sleep and then pressing themself closer to remus than he previously thought possible.

"how ya doin', moony? keepin' it pg? we been- mate that's ma fuckin' blanket! you better not've been bustin' it down anywhere near my blanket!" james hollered.

remus flipped him off, and layed back down, internally chuckling as james walked out of the room grumbling something about human decency and 'fuckin' roomies and their fuckin' groupies'.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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Dramatic snowball fight with Remus with this prompt one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock or strap inside while they do another task ( paperwork, reading, watching a movie etc. ).!!! Please and thank you 💋

A/N: so, i was gonna do this with the watching a movie, but then this idea struck me...

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Completely engrossed by the toe-curling feeling as you bounced in your boyfriend’s lap, eyes blissfully shut, you heard him say, “yeah?” in a weirdly normal tone compared to how his other enthusiastic comments had sounded. Blinking your eyes open, your dazed movements stopped at once as you saw that his phone was pressed up against his cheek, “hey, what’s up, mate?”

“What are you doing?” you hissed, eyes growing wide at his audacity.

“Shh,” he tilted the phone for a moment to tell you, “keep going,” and then, with his other hand sneaking up to pinch your pebbly nipple, went right back to the call like there wasn’t anything unusual going on, “yeah, what was that, James?”

“Oh my god, I will not!” you whispered sharply, his girth still frozen deep within you.

Not taking your horrified expression to heart, Remus simply slipped his free hand down your body and began to skilfully play with your swollen little pearl, causing your whole body to convulse in his lap as he continued his conversation, “oh yeah, totally, I’d be down for that. Maybe at like, fuck,” he cursed breathlessly as you clambered down around him, “at five-ish?” undoubtedly on the verge of just saying fuck it and let himself buck up into your warmth, his phone still remaining by his ear.

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ro-is-struggling · 1 year

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prompt 15 (that 70s show 1x1) with Remus lupin please

Hi beautiful💕 Thank you so much for participating! I had a great time writing this one and I think it really fitted Remus perfectly! I hope you like it💜

The Kiss || Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: You always had feelings for Remus, but you kept it a secret for fear of ruining your friendship. That is until one rainy Saturday night when everything changes.

Warnings: mutual pining, fluff, attempt at humor

Word count: 1600

It was a rainy Saturday night, the cold autumn wind was shaking the tops of the trees making the branches crash against the windows of the castle. It was the perfect weather to curl up under a blanket to read in front of the warmth of the fireplace. And that was exactly what you wanted to do, just not in your dorm room.

You went down to the common room hoping to meet Remus there. You knew he liked to stay up late finishing homework or reading a book. He enjoyed the quiet of the night, the common room was usually empty and if James and Sirius weren't around it was a perfect place to relax for a while. You also enjoyed the peace that filled the Gryffindor tower at that hour, that was something you and Remus had in common, but that night it wasn't peace and quiet that you were looking for. There was something you actually enjoyed more than having the Gryffindor common room all to yourself and that was Remus' company.

You had been friends since first year and you had had a crush on him since third year. Now you were in your sixth year at Hogwarts and it was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings. You had decided to tell him the truth, promising yourself that you wouldn't let the year end without letting him know how you really felt about him. It sounded like a great idea in your mind, but it didn't turn out to be as simple as you initially thought.

Every time you were about to confess the truth to him you ended up panicking, your mind went blank and the words got stuck in your throat. So far you had tried on four different occasions, all resulting in failure. So after failure number four you decided it would be best to wait and gather the courage you so evidently lacked. That was the reason you were spending so much time with Remus and it was also the reason you had gone down to the Gryffindor common room hoping to find him.

You smiled when you found him settled on the couch in front of the fireplace. He had a book in his hands, his long, slender fingers tracing the pages as he read. You admired him from the bottom of the stairs for a few seconds, loving the way the dim candlelight and the fire in the fireplace illuminated his figure. He looked ethereal and you wanted nothing more than to run into his arms and lose yourself in his lips. But you knew you couldn't, so you snapped out of your trance and approached him with a warm smile on your lips.

"Want some company?" Remus looked up from his book, surprised to see you there as he hadn't heard you come in. He nodded his head slightly giving you a smile and you plopped down on the couch, curling up next to him as you stretched the blanket you had brought over your legs and his. Remus welcomed your closeness, leaning against the back of the couch and stretching his arm out to wrap it around your shoulders.

It wasn't an uncommon thing for you to be this close, especially when you were alone and didn't have to fear the teasing of your friends. You hugged and held hands all the time, even before you developed a crush on him, and it was one of your favorite things about your friendship —and one of the things you most feared losing if you confessed the truth to him.

"What are you reading?" you asked curiously, letting your head rest on his shoulder. The musky scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils and you allowed yourself to get lost for a moment in the warm feeling it aroused inside you. It was your favorite scent in the world because it was a scent you identified as the essence of Remus, the essence of love.

Remus opened his mouth to answer you, but before the words could leave his mouth he was interrupted by the laughter of his friends entering through the portrait into the common room.

"Moony! There you are!" Sirius exclaimed the moment his eyes fell upon his figure.

"Are we interrupting something?" James asked in a suggestive tone as he noticed how close you were to each other, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"James!" Lily elbowed him to shut him up, but it was too late, his teasing comment had already caused you two to move a couple of inches apart.

"We were just talking," you muttered in embarrassment, feeling the blood in your body rush up to your cheeks.

"Mind if we join you guys?" Sirius said to tease you. It was obvious that you guys wanted to be alone, everyone already knew that you guys liked each other and took advantage of every second alone you had to cuddle, chatting about who knows what. Sirius couldn't understand how you two weren't dating yet. He found it hard to believe that two of the brightest minds in Gryffindor were so stupid in the love department.

"Sure," Remus stated, gesturing to the armchairs in front of his for his friends to sit in.

"He's just joking. We're all really tired and we want to go to bed, right guys?" Lily interjected, very obviously forcing them to leave you guys alone.

"I'm not tired," Peter said, failing to take Lily's hint.

"Yes you are, Wormy. Let's go!"

Lily pushed the three young men up the stairs, wishing you goodnight in a louder voice than usual in an attempt to cover James and Sirius' comments.

"How many times do I have to tell you to leave them alone?" she scolded them in a whispered shout.

"We were just trying to give them a little push," James defended himself and the last thing you and Remus heard before they disappeared up the stairs were James' complaints of pain after Lily hit him once more on the shoulder to shut him up.

You remained silent for a few seconds. The mood was clearly broken. Where once there was quiet and comfort now there was tension and awkwardness. After your friends' comments you were painfully aware of your feelings and how obvious you were about it. You wanted to curl into a ball and wrap yourself in the blanket that rested on your legs until you disappeared, feeling the weight of embarrassment on your chest. It was clear you couldn't hold a normal conversation with Remus after that.

"Well, I'm gonna call it a day. I'm a little tired too." You said, looking for any excuse to get out of there. It was a stupid one given that you had just gotten there, but you hoped he wouldn't notice.

Remus wanted to ask you to stay with him a little while longer, but he chickened out at the last second. "Alright, good night" he said instead, immediately regretting it as soon as you got up and he stopped feeling the warmth of your body against his.

When you turned to look at him to wish him good night your eyes were lost in the beauty of his face. His eyes were closed, his head leaned back against the back of the couch exposing his long neck. Your eyes followed the path of the veins that stood out on his pale skin. Slowly your gaze moved up his jaw and stopped on his lips, admiring their rosy tint in the candlelight.

An urgent need to kiss him came over you at that moment and your lips crashed against his before you realized what you were doing. It was a quick kiss. A timid brushing of lips product of an impulsive decision. But it was still enough to awaken butterflies in your stomach that fluttered happily as you finally knew the softness of Remus' lips.

"What was that for?" he asked when they broke apart, stunned but in complete bliss from the kiss you had just shared. He would be lying if he said he hadn't dreamed of feeling your lips on his in the past. It was all I could think about every time I held you close.

"I just... wanted to see what it was like." you said shrugging your shoulders with feigned innocence.

"What was it like?" he wanted to know, curious to find out if you felt the same tingling on his lips that he did.

"You were there!" you laughed not knowing how to answer his question. You didn't have the words to properly describe how you felt at that moment and suspected you would need a little more time to process it before you could put it into words.

"I wasn't ready for it!" he complained half jokingly and half seriously.

"What would you have done differently?"

"I don't know, something with my lips?" Your kiss had taken him by surprise. It had been so sudden and quick that Remus hadn't had time to process the situation in time to be able to reciprocate you as he should have. He had enjoyed it anyway, he only wished he could have done more than just stand there while he accepted your kiss.

"Maybe we can try that next time."

"Next time?" Was there going to be a next time?

You let out a giggle at his disbelief, finding adorable the way he looked at you with big eyes full of excitement. "Goodnight Remus," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before disappearing up the stairs.

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bruisedboys · 5 months

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hi hi!! i have a req for u, if u fancy :) i hope it is not too specific. reader takes best friend!remus swimming or to yoga or smth to help him with his joint pain and he can’t even remember to be grumpy because he feels so loved and he is besotted

you always always nail the mood in your writing. somehow the scene is so precise and immersive, but with room for interpretation and imagination in the right places

angel thank you!! you’re too kind, that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said about my writing 😭 I love you this is for you <3

remus lupin x fem!reader .. in which you (lovingly) trick remus into going to yoga with you 1.2k

“Remus?”

Remus looks up from his book. You’re standing in the doorway, altogether too shy for his liking. As if you’re not over at his place more than half the days of the week, as if you’re not fully aware that his space is yours and you can come and go as you please.

He turns his page idly. “Yeah, dove?”

“Um, can I ask you something?”

Remus looks up. You’re nervous and he doesn’t know why. Either you’re putting on an act because you want something from him really really bad, or you actually are nervous, which is far more unusual.

“Sure you can,” Remus smiles at you and puts his book down. “If you come sit next to me to ask it.”

You smile back and trudge across the carpet in your socks to sit next to him on the sofa. There’s plenty of room yet you squeeze yourself right up next to him like there isn’t. He gets his arm over your shoulders and rubs your bicep.

“What is it, babe?”

You fiddle with a fray in your jeans. “Well. I want you to come do something with me tomorrow.”

Remus hums. You ask him to do things with you all the time, errands and appointments, random shopping trips. He always says yes when he can. “Yeah? What is it? Nothing dangerous, I hope.”

“No.” You shake your head and then look up at him, eyes full of a strange sort of hope. “It’s, uh, this new yoga place? James told me about it. They opened down the road from the library and I wanted to try it out. But I’m too nervous to go alone. Would you go with me?”

Remus has his answer before you’ve even finished. If you’re too scared to do something by yourself he’ll go with you, of course he will. Even if it’s yoga.

“Sure I will,” Remus says, smiling big.

You perk up, obviously pleased by his answer. “You will?”

Remus looks down at you, at the bright hope on your eyes and your pretty smile, and thinks, How could I ever say no to you? He rubs your shoulder, not rough but definitely not gentle, and dots a smiling kiss to your forehead. “Of course I will. What made you think I’d say no? Have I ever?”

You shrug, melting under his affections, practically a puddle in his arm. “Well, it’s not really your thing. You don’t like exercise.”

“Because it sucks. But I’ll do it for you if you need me to.”

You melt further, looking as though you’ll slide right out of his arms and off the couch onto the floor. He’d catch you before you did.

The next day you and Remus arrive at the yoga studio five minutes early. You’re bubblier than yesterday, very clearly excited about your activity and excited that Remus is here with you. He’s happy you’re happy. He doesn’t care that he’ll probably hate it and be sore for days afterwards. It’s worth it if it makes you this cherry.

You practically buzzing with energy as you drag him through the glass doors and up to the reception. The desk is empty so you hit the little bell, and while you’re waiting you turn to Remus.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, a pinch between your brows that Remus would rub away with his thumb if he was brave.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug with one shoulder. “I dunno. I’d be anxious if I were you.”

He is a little. But you make him forget it so quickly it’s barely there. He shakes his head and smiles at you. “I’m not. I’m good, dove.”

The receptionist turns up with a smile and asks for your names. You give them to her, scan your card and then lead the way into the studio. It’s mostly older women, a handful of younger girls and a two men in the back corner. You must realise the lack of people like Remus, because you take his hand before you go in, dragging him in as if he’s been forced to come with you. He doesn’t care much about how he’s perceived, especially here, but he appreciates your effort.

The instructor comes in not long after you and Remus have. Everyone rolls out their mats and the instructor puts on a soft, spacey sort of instrumental on over the speakers. She starts with stretches, and while you and Remus are both in twin cross-legged positions, you lean over to him.

“Remus,” you whisper. The room is quiet but for the music, so you have to keep your voice down for fear of being heard by the rest of the class. “I have to tell you something.”

Remus brushes hair from his forehead. “What?”

“Uh, don’t be mad, okay?”

Remus raises his eyebrows at you. Why you’re bringing up something that could potentially make him mad at you in the middle of a yoga class, he doesn’t know. He gestures for you to go on.

“I didn’t really book this for me. I just told you that so you’d come. It’s for you.”

Remus blinks at you, totally confused and forgetting to change his stretch position as the instructor directs them to switch. “What?”

You fluster under his hot gaze. “I— well, I know you have a hard time with your joint pain,” you mumble, curling in on yourself shyly. “When James told me about this place, I thought it might help you. This is the only way I knew you’d actually agree to taking a class.” You search his eyes, teeth sunk into your bottom lip, clearly worried. “Don’t be mad, Rem.”

“I—“ Remus’ words catch in his throat. He doesn’t know what to say. He’s half annoyed that you managed to bribe him into taking a yoga class, of all things. The other half (the better half) is stupidly in love with you and your kind heart. “Sweetheart. I couldn’t ever be mad at you.”

You go completely shy on him, ducking your head bashfully. “I’m sorry for lying,” you say quietly. “And— if it’s awful we don’t ever have to come back again. I just … I wanted to help, ‘cos you’re always helping me, you know?”

Remus feels so much for you at that moment that he thinks his heart might fall right out of his chest. It beats and beats, pounding at his ribcage like it wants out. He doesn’t blame it.

He swallows. “Dove, I—“

Before the conversation can get any further the instructor indicates the end of the stretching portion and the start of the actual exercises. You both snap to attention, following the rest of the class as they stand up to get ready for the first exercise.

Remus would love to say more to you. Love to tell you how much it means to him that you’re doing this for him and with him. But the instructor has everyone moving into the downward dog position, and Remus doesn’t think he has enough energy to both fold his lanky body in half and tell you how much he loves you all at once. It’ll have to wait til the class is over.

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cosmal · 1 year

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤 — 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary — you and remus lupin have become really good at stealing each other away from parties.

or but if you're too drunk to drive and the music is right, she might let you stay but just for the night....she might want a kiss before the end of this song.

warnings/tags — fem!afab!reader, she/her pronouns, modern!au, friends to lovers, absolute idiots in love, mutual pining, oblivious!reader, oblivious!remus, drunk!reader, drunk!remus, alcohol consumption

note — this is inspired by lovers rock by tv girl!!! i think this is the longest thing i've ever written. I do very much like it as of right now. that'll probably change in a week.

word count — 12.4k

“Thank Godric, you’re here,” Mary groans from her position on the front porch, Marlene leaning into her side. Both are clearly enjoying a cigarette away from the din of the party. You can tell what type of night it’s going to be already. Not that you’ve arrived two hours late anyway.

“I’ve never seen you so happy to see me, Mary,” you giggle, crossing the threshold of Sirius’s front lawn, careful not to trip on his collection of stolen garden gnomes.

“I’m always happy to see you, lovely.” She extends her hand, the cigarette between her lovely red nails on offer.

“You know who’s going to be even happier?” Marlene coughs, as you take the smoke thankfully, taking a few calming puffs.

You pretend like you have any idea who she’s referring to, “Jamie? Haven’t seen him in a while. Miss that boy,” you laugh, voice strained through the thick smoke you exhale.

“No, you idiot.” Mary pipes up and you hand the smoke back, “Remus. He hasn’t shut up about you all night.”

“That’s if he’s sober enough to even notice you’re here,” Marlene laughs and so does Mary. You smile, small enough to not show how happy you actually are that you get to see him. It’s been too long.

“He’s drinking?”

“Absolutely hammered. We were hoping you’d get here earlier so he wouldn’t drink too much. Please go look after him.” Mary throws her arm around Marlene and she snuggles in closer. They both look content enough to fall asleep right there in the cool summer breeze.

“I’m sure he’s doing okay.”

“I’m sure he will be when you get inside.”

You move to toe your shoes off at the front mat, kicking them away so they’re not a tripping hazard.

“When has Sirius ever done that at your house, Y/N?” Mary laughs, looking down at your socked feet

“Oh, no. This is for me. Don’t want to get my shoes dirty.” You laugh when you grab the handle of the flyscreen, swinging the door open.

The girls’ laughter becomes a distant murmur when you enter the kitchen, met with mostly everyone sitting around the dining table. A deal of cards in everyone’s hands, and piles of coins and sweets sat in the middle.

James and Lily laughing and glowing under the downcast of the orange lighting, appearing to seemingly be winning. Sirius and Frank having their own side bets, throwing coins around before both calling tails. Then, there's Remus. You try to ignore the hitch in your breath when your eyes land on the sandy-haired boy.

He really does look drunk, eyes droopy but still bright when he hiccups a laugh at something James says. A quiet, airy chuckle that has his mouth creasing and eyelashes kissing his cheeks. A smile so pretty, you have to fight your own.

His head is propped up on the table by an elbow that looks like it’s about to slip off the edge, so you sneak up behind him and place your hand against his arm to stop him from falling face-first into the wood.

He looks up at you, a little startled for a second, and you can see the moment it clicks in his head when he realises who he’s looking at. He smiles, all surprised but content and you melt. The last time you had seen him was only for the third time ever at another one of Sirius’s parties. You hate to admit that the only thing you look forward to now is when you receive an invite from your workmate and you have another excuse to see his lanky best friend.

“Y/N! When did you get here?” Sirius chants, flicking his last remaining coin at Frank. He shoots him a well-deserved glare.

“About thirty seconds ago,” you smile.

Sirius looks down at your socked feet and frowns, “You took your shoes off again. How many times do I have to tell you, you don’t have to do that.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re gross, Sirius.”

Remus looks down too, the top of his head pressing into your side, a crush of his curls tickling the bare skin of your arm and you almost shiver. “Cool socks.” Is the first thing he says to you. You giggle.

They’re a dark cornflower shade, moons scattered across the material at random. They crease when you wriggle your toes, “Thanks. Got them from mum for my birthday.”

“She has good taste.” He moves off of you, slouching down in his chair until his knees are pressing Lily’s legs.

His head lolls backwards, neck bared under the warm light. You think you feel dizzier than he does. Even when he squeezes his eyes shut.

“What have you done to him?” you laugh, hand flat against his forehead to brush away his loose hair. He keens, sighing deeply under a hiccup.

“He’s very awful at poker,” James laughs, flicking a pastille across the table. You look at his high pile, and then Sirius and Franks’ which are almost of equal height. Then you look in front of Remus, the table almost bare. You laugh.

“We like to play a little differently,” Franks states over the rim of his bottle.

“Basically, you take a shot every time you lose,” James says, sober as ever. You think maybe he hasn’t lost yet.

“And Remus has lost every hand,” Sirius adds to the chime of details.

“Have not!” Remus finally pipes up, finger pointed at James instead of Sirius, too distracted staring at the ceiling. “Frank lost the first.”

“Anyways, Moons. You just lost and I think you owe us another.”

Remus groans, but sits up to reach for the bottle of Sambuca sitting in the middle of the table. You gently swat his hand and push him back into his chair.

“I think you’ve had enough,” you say, turning to place the bottle on the kitchen bench, along with the empty bottles.

“C’mon, one more,” Remus giggles, making hands for the bottle in the air. A child, you think.

“Yeah, Y/N! One more!” Sirius agrees, smiling boyishly.

“You’ll make yourself sick,” you chide with a small frown. Remus slumps against you, much defeated. He might fall asleep on you if you stand there any longer. You poke his cheek where it’s pressed into your clothes.

“He already is sick.” Sirius is smug when he speaks and you fret about what else he’s about to say, “Sick in love.”

You laugh. Could’ve been worse. But it still has your heart skipping in your chest. You really do hope Remus shares the feelings you hold for him. But then again, Remus is drunk and Sirius, is well, he’s Sirius. Despite the name, he hardly ever is.

“Boo. Awful.” You frown in faux offence, ignoring him when he winks at you. Sickening, really.

You lean down so your mouth is in line with Remus’s ear, “You wanna go lay down?” You realise you’re in quite a predicament. Coming over to parties to see Sirius’s best friend. Looking after him when he’s drunk. You’d hoped he would do the same.

“Please, no sex in my house,” Sirius states, standing to grab another drink. James guffaws.

You roll your eyes, “He’s drunk.”

“So, you do want to have sex with him?” he adds.

You almost choke on your tongue, “No, it’s just. He- Stop it.” You have to stop yourself from saying something wrong. It wasn’t a lie, you did want to. But you wanted much more than that.

“Leave her alone,” Remus chides, leaning back off your stomach. “You’ll scare her off and I’ll never see her again,”

He was right, his friends did intimidate you. But you’d hoped it would take more than not yet warming up to them to get you to never see Remus again.

Remus stands and you’re surprised he doesn’t stumble when he takes your hand to lead you away from the table and out into the lounge room. You poke your tongue out over your shoulder when you hear James make some sort of crude comment to Frank. Lily smiles warmly at you as an apology.

He sits down with all the gracefulness of a baby elephant and you have to bite back a laugh. He looks up at you, pretty eyes all droopy and a lopsided smile, and you feel like you’ll never come back from these feelings ever.

Before you can overly admire him for too long, he’s patting the space next to him with a floppy hand. “C’mon.”

You oblige probably too willingly, flopping yourself down next to him with a small oomph, your thigh pressing into his. He shuffles down the lounge to rest his head atop your shoulder, neck craned a little to reach it. You can’t find it in yourself to mind. His face is warm and it presses into your collarbone that’s peeking from out the top of your shirt. His light stubble tickles your skin and it’s weirdly soothing. God, you know you’re in deep.

“You smell good.”

You breathe in subconsciously, “You do, too.”

Under the strong scent of stale beer and sambuca, you can think you can discern a hint of his cologne. Woody and something like cinnamon. Mixed in with the light scent of his laundry detergent, like fresh linen and lavender. He's dizzying.

“I smell like beer,” he groans, hand finding its way between both of your thighs, your skirt tangled in his fingers.

“You smell nice,” you laugh.

You watch the doorway where James gets up to turn the dial on the vinyl player. The current song now loud enough to be heard where you’re sitting.

Humming along, you say, “I love this song.”

Remus gawps, “Me too. S’my favourite, actually.”

Remus having the exact same favourite song as you makes your head spin. “No way.”

“Yes way.” he smiles. If he were soberer, you’d gush to him over this. It’d have to wait.

He shifts his head from your shoulder and startles for a moment, eyebrows raised, “I didn’t even ask if you wanted a drink.” You get whiplash from the change of subject.

You sigh, very amused at his intent to be nice to you, despite being half-cut, “I’m okay. I wasn’t really planning on drinking tonight.”

He frowns, wrinkles his nose and you want to kiss it. God. “Why did you come, then?” The fact he thinks you came to get drunk and not just to see him makes you want to laugh.

The smile you’re still trying to fight every time he speaks makes your cheeks ache, “To see Sirius.”

He frowns even more and you think he wants to shift away from you. He roughly scratches at his face and you almost regret messing with him.

“Sirius?” He hiccups.

“I’m kidding.” You poke his bicep, “I came to see you.”

There’s a silence and then Remus is breaking out into one of the biggest grins you’d ever seen. You’d have the decency in you to blame it on being drunk. Nothing else.

“Me?” He hiccups, again. You place your hand atop his thigh and trace the thick seam of his pants.

“Yes, you.”

His smile dials back but doesn’t fade and his face relaxes. He leans down to place his head back against your shoulder, cheek all smooshed.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Thank you.” he hums, hooking his elbow behind yours, completely squished against you. He thinks you must be cold in a skirt and a small T-shirt. “I like it when you’re here. You make it bearable.”

You want to accept his compliment, but when he hiccups for the third time, you remember he’s drunk. “That’s a bit mean, Remus. Will I tell your friends you can’t bear them?”

Remus stiffens and you stop rubbing his leg. Drunk Remus is very gullible. Sweet, but gullible all the same.

“Stop it. You know what I mean.” He pushes further into your shoulder and you feel yourself dip down against him, head almost falling against his. You wouldn’t mind if it did, but it wouldn’t be very comfortable, you assume.

“I don’t think I do,” you tease and Remus pinches your side, which results in a stifled yelp.

“Don’t be cruel.” He strains.

“I would never.”

When you shiver in your spot, Remus wonders what your answer would be if he offered you his jacket. He thinks he should test his theory.

“Are you cold?” he asks but doesn’t move his head from your shoulder.

“A little,” you yawn. Which then causes Remus to yawn. You laugh animatedly.

“Do you,” Remus blinks slowly, eyelashes kissing his cheeks as he attempts to keep his eyes open. “do you want my jacket?”

You’re glad Remus’ head is still propped on your shoulder lest he sees the blush creeping across your cheeks. Drunk Remus is gullible. But drunk Remus is still just as kind as he is when he’s sober.

“Then you’ll be cold,” you reply, giving his thigh a squeeze. You crane your neck to look at him. He looks tired.

“Better me than you.” He moves to take it off and before he can even get one arm out, you sit forward and place your hands on his chest. Fingers twisted in his cotton shirt, your turned knee pressing into his.

“Remus, I’m okay.” You give him your most reassuring smile. Being cold is no one’s fault but your own. You don’t want to be an annoyance.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Remus sits back, albeit begrudgingly, hands wrapped around the zipper of his jacket. The further he pushes back into the lounge, the more he looks like he’s about to fall asleep.

“Remus?” you murmur. Voice quiet under the din of the party. Sirius is a loud drunk, his laughter roaring at something stupid James is doing.

His head begins to dip into the edge of the cushion, headed for the arm of the chair. If he kept this up, he’d have a crick in his neck in no time.

He hums and you pat his cheek to encourage him to sit up. It’s bemusing how quickly he can drift off. You’re very envious. Maybe it’s just the alcohol.

“What’s up?” he murmurs in return, peeking from one eye, the other scrunched up. He’s adorable and you’re in too deep.

“You seem tired.” You poke his face this time and he beams, all warm and dozey under the mellow light of Sirius’s living room. A line of curls falling into his eyes and the apples of his cheeks a tinge of peach.

He hums again, much thicker than last. “M’not.”

You hold out your hand, all five fingers spread. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

He struggles, but pulls his hand from his lap and holds it up to yours, tangling your fingers. Palm flush against yours and much warmer in comparison. “Feels like five.” He pulls your entwined hands back down and you laugh.

You try not to shy from his actions, pretending like it doesn’t make your heart skip, and then almost stop completely when his thumb rubs circles into the top of your hand. You can feel the warmth seeping from his into your own and your fingertips tingle.

“Do you want to go home?” You twist so you’re completely on the edge of the lounge, hand still wrapped in his. You stop, “Or are you staying here tonight?”

He brings his arm up - with yours still tangled - and rubs his face with the back of his hand. Dragging you up and down. You giggle at his tired actions before pouting.

“I think.'' You can tell he’s trying to stay alert enough to hold a conversation with you.

When he wakes up in the morning he won’t remember being so tired here and will think you both had the best conversation. You’ll be okay with this. “I think Sirius was supposed to take me home, but he’s too drunk now.”

“You’ll sleep on the couch?” You frown and he blinks.

“I think I might have to.” He throws his head back and sighs. Strained and raspy.

You look at the size of Sirius’s two-seater and then Remus’s stupidly long legs. It wouldn’t work, and he’d end up with either a sore back or a worse-off neck than whatever it was he was doing right now. You don’t even really think before you say, “I can walk you home.”

Remus looks a little more alert, “You can’t sleep on this.” You prod the squeaky leather and it bounces back with absolutely no recoil. You’ll be sure to scold Sirius next time for having a horrendous couch, though enough money to buy everyone in the room ten of them. You know he won’t appreciate the exaggeration. But it’s for the sake of his friends’ backs.

“You don’t have to do that.” He sits up properly now and tries to situate himself to look convincingly comfortable. “I’ll make do.”

“It’s no big deal.” You shrug. “I’m walking home anyways.”

Now he’s sitting forward, his knees pushing into your leg and you almost stumble off the seat, grabbing his arm for purchase. “You just got here.” He almost frets and then coughs to hide his worry. He’s not very good at achieving a smooth, cool demeanour when half-cut. Not that he ever achieves it sober, he thinks.

“No, but I think you need to go home and sleep.” You look out into the kitchen that’s now surprisingly quieter. Lily looks like she’s about to fall asleep, leaning on James’s shoulder, who’s trying to play a horrible game of go fish with Sirius and Frank. Absolute party animals.

“I live too far away, anyways,” he says, leaning down to tie his shoelaces. “You’ll have to walk me home and then walk back, you’ll be walking for at least an hour and a half.” Why Remus is so afraid to suggest you can stay the night at his, he doesn’t know.

You squeeze his shoulder as he struggles to loop his lace through his fingers. He decides to go for the simpler, bunny-ear option. “That’s okay. You can stay at mine. I only live ten minutes away.”

When Remus sits back up after tying his laces too tight, his face is pink.

Remus Lupin has never been one for sitting comfortably, ever. With long, lanky limbs, he always has his legs sprawled out and his arms thrown over something. Anything he can take up comfortably, with enough space to spread, he’ll sit willingly.

On one hand, he’s thankful you convinced him not to sleep on Sirius’s couch. He didn’t need a repeat of New Year’s. Though, on the other hand, he could’ve made do.

Nothing was like sitting in your bedroom. He wouldn’t say he was uncomfortable, though deep down he was a little, a pit of anxiety creeping up his chest. He felt like he had little room to move - despite you owning a double bed - because he didn’t want to look stupid. He could take up space and not notice it.

Remus has trouble not taking in every detail he can in your room. Like your little trinket dishes filled with miscellaneous items, signet rings and seashells. The stuffed rhino toy in the middle of your pillows that you had told him - shyly at that - was named Clarence. Not before giggling at the poster of Twilight that you swore had been there since you were young. Your current read splayed open on the end of your bed, along with the stack of records in a blue milk crate in the corner, were things he promised himself he would ask you about when he wasn’t half tipsy and could hold a proper conversation.

In his admiration, one that was making his anxiety spread into warmth that seemed to be seeping from his bones. He’s too busy pretending like he isn’t taking in every small detail one shouldn’t when they’ve only known someone for only a month, and doesn’t notice that you’ve changed.

He looks over at you, in a pair of shorts littered with tiny daisies and a shirt that almost eats said shorts. Your hair pulled back and your face still sort of wet from where you obviously washed off the day's grime, causing the hairs around your face to curl. He doesn’t know if it’s the fading alcohol that’s causing him to hiccup even more, or if it’s seeing you all fresh and content from being at home that has his breath catching.

Remus Lupin is still a little drunk but he is also quite clearly growing to like you even more. That doesn’t change. He thinks he's done everything backwards. Meeting you, then seeing you now but too inebriated to say something redeeming, and then seeing you in the comfort of your own home before he even gets to ask you on a date. He also thinks he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Remus?” Your voice is as calm as you look when you speak and he melts.

“Hm?” He blinks, shaking his head.

“You okay?” Warm light washes over you and paints you amber as you patter across the room, the moon socks that are still on your feet pressing into the white fabric of your rug. “You’re not feeling sick?” He thinks he should blame his daze on a fake sickness, but he doesn’t want you to worry even more, so he decides against it.

When you press the back of your hand to his cheek, that’s only warm because he’s a little overwhelmed, not because he’s feeling poorly, he can’t find it in himself to hold your gaze. “I’m okay.”

“I was saying I don’t think I have any clothes for you to change into.” You remind him after it felt like you were talking to a brick wall a minute earlier.

Remus pushes his hands into the rough material of his black jeans. He doesn’t see himself sleeping in anything else. “That’s okay.”

“You’re not going to sleep in those are you?”

What else would he sleep in if you have no other clothes? “Uh.”

“You wear boxers?” you grin.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He wishes he was still a little drunker so he could blame his bumbling words on the effects of downing half a bottle of sambuca. Now he’s realising that’s just how he sounds when he’s overwhelmed by you.

“Sleep in those. I don’t mind.”

Your confidence, and your confidence only, is how he ends up pantless and under the covers of your bed. He doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all. You have a lovely way of making him feel at ease. He thinks that’s why he likes you so much.

You smell different than earlier in the night when your shirt tickles his arm. Like fresh face wash and night creams, and maybe even roses. He’d hate to think of what he smelt like in comparison to you. Probably still like beer, and maybe like sweat. He should’ve asked if he could’ve showered. That might’ve been too much, he’s definitely overthinking.

“You’re very quiet,” you say into the dimness of your room. He’s lucky your bedside lamp is so muted, lest you see the goosebumps raised over his skin and how his cheeks haven’t returned to their normal colour since he crossed the threshold of your room.

“M’thinking,” he returns, just as quiet. It feels wrong to disturb the calmness blanketing the room.

“I can tell.” He can hear you grin, “What about?”

He swallows and he wouldn’t be surprised if you heard it, “You.”

You huff a small laugh and push down into the pillow behind you, “Me?” Your voice is a little strained, and not louder than before. Maybe even quieter.

“Yeah. Thinking about the next time I’ll get to see you.”

“You haven’t even left yet and you’re thinking ahead to the next time we’ll see each other,” you tease, getting comfortable underneath your plush quilt and sheets. Probably too much for a summer night but there’s still a chill in the air, flowing through your open window.

“I’m just hoping I won’t be so drunk,” he admits, hating how he still actually does sound drunk.

“Hopefully,” you smile, “But that’s okay, we can blame it on James.”

“If only I wasn’t so shit at poker,” he laughs in a strained and animated voice, trying to hold back a yawn.

He finally gets comfortable, hands fisting the sheets around his body and head balancing restfully against the plush of your ivory pillows.

You can see his eyes flutter in an attempt to stay awake. You think it’s endearing but you also think he needs to sleep. “Remus,” you say, firm but caring at once.

“Hmm?” he mumbles, eyebrows pinched.

“You should sleep.” You push itchy locks away from his forehead and he sighs at the caring touch of your fingers.

“Don’t wanna.” He scrunches his nose, “I think I’m finally sobering up. Wanna talk t’you.”

You smile at his absolute urgency and think he’s adorable. Truly. “Please, sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“You’ll be here?” This, you actually laugh at.

“Of course, Remus. You’re in my room.”

He closes his eyes, eyelashes kissing the freckles of his cheeks and his tired, darkened skin, “M’kay.”

When you wake up in the morning, almost midday, Remus plagued by the effects of alcohol, you too content to wake whilst being next to him, you both have separate texts from Sirius.

Your own chat log reads, aren’t U glad you came out? You don’t reply, not wanting to encourage him in any way.

Remus’s phone, on the other hand, reads,

uncle pads has a ring to it don’t you think? xxxx

He does in fact reply, too used to Sirius being a twat.

Nothing happened. Ur disgusting and I hate you.

what do U mean nothing happened?

I was drunk. She helped me basically stumble home.

U both stumbled. in her sheets.

Fuck off. Idiot.

Neither of you mention any of Sirius’s messages to each other the entire morning. Too busy enjoying each other's company.

The week spent after Remus had drunkenly stayed the night, you could pleasantly, though maybe even with a smidge of embarrassment, admit that he was all you thought about since.

It was a new feeling. You’d never felt it before. The endearment, but also the nerves, of realising you actually like someone. Some days it made your cheeks ache from smiling, and filled your chest with warmth. On other days, the warmth cracked your chest open, an aching chasm pleading to be filled and a head clouded with apprehension.

You were eager and scared all at once. But you were happy either way because Remus made you feel things. Good things.

You had spent the morning, forcing him to eat something, telling him it would make his hangover feel much better. He’d argued for no longer than two minutes before agreeing. Saying, who am I to argue with a girl like you?

“Like me?” you’d replied, mouth full of half-eaten pancake, pushing his own plate across the marble of your kitchen bar.

“Smart,” he smiled, picking at a blueberry, “Pretty.”

And after it was your turn to babble like a fool, he’d eased you open. Asked you about the record collection in your room (he was proud of himself for remembering). You’d rambled off your favourite artists, a lot similar, and he knew he’d be an idiot if he didn’t give you his number before he left.

And he did. Wrote his number on your hand as you stood at your doorway and he thanked you for breakfast. And for walking him home, drunk. You kissed his cheek and watched him press his fingers into his skin until he rounded the corner.

You wrote the number down on a piece of paper, magnetising it to your fridge as soon as you shut the door. Though your hands were sweaty - obviously because you were around Remus - and the last number had smudged. Was it a 3? Or an 8? Or a weird looking 5? You couldn’t tell and told yourself that was a problem you could deal with later.

It was later. A whole week later and you still hadn’t called him. If it was due to your nerves or the fact you had a missing number, that was your business only. You left the last space blank, the empty spot a blinding reminder of your stupidity. You’d just have to try every number until you found Remus. It would take no more than ten attempts.

Numbers zero through four were all wrong numbers. You were only met with a piercing tone before the line went dead. When you got to five, you were met with, what sounded like, a grumpy old lady. You tried to hang up straight away, well aware it wasn’t him, but she screeched and persisted that if she had a prank call one more time, she would phone the police!

Turns out, it was a 6 after all. The lovely tone of Remus’s voice rings down the line and you sigh in relief.

“It’s you.” Your voice is airy and Remus isn't sure he knows who it is.

There are only a handful of people who have his number. His friends, most of them called and checked in regularly, except Mary, who's always one to stop by instead. His parents and his neighbour had it too. But he seriously doubted the latter, unless his flat had been ransacked.

And then he remembers he'd given it to you and he laughs. All these thoughts happen within the span of two seconds. He hopes it's you, he's been anticipating a call all week. He was beginning to maybe think you didn’t actually want to hear from him. That he'd embarrassed himself in his drunken stupor. But then he remembered how nice you were to him.

You’ll make yourself sick.

“It is?” he laughs, still hoping it is in fact you. The image of his flat turned upside down, the spot on his mantle where his small TV is, now empty, flashes across his mind.

“Remus. It’s me!” you chirp and he pushes his phone closer to his ear as if it’ll make him hear your pretty voice even clearer.

”Me? I don’t think I know any me’s” he teases, fighting back an eager smile. Teasing you could be fun. Could become a constant. He’s imagining the warmth of your cheeks, and hopefully a small smile.

“Y/N,” you correct and he can almost hear the roll of your eyes.

“Oh. I know an Y/N,” he smiles, leaning against the lip of his kitchen bench. “She’s very pretty,” he pauses, wanting to drag it out, “and she’s super-”

“Remus,” you plead. Half wanting him to continue, half wanting him to stop to save your phone splitting in half where you’re holding it too hard. “Stop.”

Hearing your smile isn’t enough for him, “Super cool. Actually probably way too cool for me and…”

Remus sighs, very happy with himself.

“You done?” you ask.

“Maybe.”

“You’re a nuisance.”

Remus decides to not argue, you’re half right anyways. “I’m sorry. What’s up?”

You pause, thinking. You’ve forgotten why you called him for a moment. Too happy with just listening to him talk. You think you could do it all day if he let you. “I was wondering if you were coming out tonight? Drinks?” You feel silly asking now. It was drinks for James, he’d gotten a promotion, but of course, Remus is coming, they're best friends.

“Are you?”

You grin, “Yes. Yeah, I am.”

“Great. Me too.”

The excitement you feel when you know you’ll be seeing him again is palpable. Giddiness mixed with a number of nerves is always there whenever you think of him. He makes you feel like a schoolgirl again and you know he’ll be the cause of your undoing.

“Great.”

A face-splitting smile erupts across Remus’s features. If only you could see each other.

The amount of time you spend getting ready in the afternoon for James’s get-together is silly. After what's an almost stupid amount of time rustling through your closet to find something, the final thing you settle on you hope isn’t stupid. A red skirt that ends mid-thigh, a white tee and a leather jacket. Boots that you hope actually do your legs justice, not just how they look in the mirror.

You know exactly why you're making such a fuss with your appearance. Spending an extra amount of time making sure loose hairs are sprayed down and a fresh coat of nail polish that's applied probably a little too late before you make your way out your front door.

You think that maybe if you didn’t know if Remus was attending or not it'd be a lot easier on you. Or maybe worse. God, you're a mess. You just really want to make him like you.

Arriving at the pub a little early is probably a bad idea in the long run. You greet James and Lily with equal delight. You hadn’t seen them since his shindig at least two weeks ago. Sirius, pint in hand, greets you loud enough to let the entire pub know of your arrival. Frank and Alice are absent. In-laws. You feel as though you had finally found the perfect group of friends.

James had told you that Remus was probably going to be late.

Which gives you too much time to down an inappropriate number of vodka-cranberries, much to Sirius’s delight. Pressed into a corner booth, settled next to James and Sirius who have now also transitioned to fruity drinks.

When Remus finally arrives, the sun now set, you're at least five cocktails deep. The pub is a little loud now, though you’d never struggle to hear any of your rambunctious friends. They're probably half the noise. You're a giggling mess, warm from the effects of alcohol. You feel ridiculously happy like you expected to, but you haven’t even seen Remus yet.

When you sip back the last dregs of your drink, the rim pressed into your nose, determined not to waste a single drop, your eyes finally settle on Remus who's selfishly been admiring you from afar. Your eyes light up like a delighted puppy and he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from smiling like an idiot.

He walks to the edge of the table, wet and sticky wood pressing into his jeans and he grimaces. “Finally he arrives,” James cheers, mojito raised in the air.

“Moony! Looking as ravishing as ever, my boy!” Sirius cheers with equal flare.

Remus ignores both of them with a tiny smile, too used to their words it’s like second nature to ignore them. “Sweetheart,” he smiles at you and you light up even more.

“Remus! You’re here.”

Sirius gets up and slides along the wall to make room for Remus next to you, “He looks ravishing, wouldn’t you say, Y/N? Good enough to eat,” he repeats

“I am hungry,” you admit with a giggle as Remus settles down next to you, only enough room for a sheet of paper to fit between your thighs.

“Having a good time, lovely?” Remus gestures to the empty glasses taking up the table in front of you. Your lips are stained red and he has to lick his own.

“Amazing!” You lean into his side and your hair tickles his neck. Your warmth seeps through Remus’s skin and he doesn’t have a single problem with how close the two of you are sitting. He’d be kidding himself if he said he did.

“I’m glad,” he says, hands settling atop the table.

“Are you?” You blink, eyes bright and welcoming. He has to avert his attention to your nose instead. Feeling as if you’d swallow him whole.

“I am now,” he grins.

Distracted, the half-empty glass in your hands spills when you twist its stem a little too quickly. A puddle of cosmo seeps into the half-polished tabletop and you cringe.

“Oops.” Quick to act, despite how sapped you feel from the cocktails, you grab a too-big handful of napkins from the dispenser in front of you.

With little to no flare, you push the entire pile of paper into the split drink and probably make it worse. The napkins almost turn to pink sludge and you only spread the drink further. A cold, sticky mess.

Remus laughs and grabs your wrists, pulling them up from the mess, “What have you done, hmm?” He puts your hands in your lap and you slouch, defeated.

“Accident,” you huff. You watch Remus’s hands swipe across the table, much better at cleaning up your mess. Like it wasn’t even there in the first place.

Upset that your drink is now empty, when Sirius isn’t looking, too distracted talking quidditch with James, you reach forward and snatch his mojito. Cheering internally, too happy with yourself, you sip slowly.

“He won’t be too happy with that,” Remus laughs, pushing the serviettes to the side.

You shrug, pushing further into the leather of the booth seat, “Accident.” you repeat.

Remus chuckles. You scull back the last of Sirius’s drink and Remus braces his hand on the skin between your shoulder blades, with a gentle “Take it easy,”

You turn to him and wipe the line of drink from your chin with the back of your hand. Smiling before gently slamming the now-empty glass back to the table, a ring of condensation splashes across your palm.

You wipe it across Remus’s leg unthinkingly and he wrinkles his nose. A dark stripe up his thigh. He takes your hand by the wrist again and grabs another napkin. Dabbing your palm gently and you act unaffected by his attentions when you trace the water on the table with your free hand.

“Am I the one who’s going to be doing the babysitting, tonight?” Remus counts the glasses that hadn’t been collected yet. Five. Six, now counting the one you stole.

You nod, gleefully.

“Saves me, then.” Lily takes another swig from her Pimm's, very happy. James presses into her side and throws his head back.

“Merlin, I’m tired.” he huffs.

“Boo. No fun,” you pout, eyeing only his third drink that he hadn’t touched in way too long, “You drink too slowly, that’s your problem.”

He snorts, “I don’t have the drinking problems, lovely.”

You gasp, hand to your chest, sticky fingers pressing into your skin, “Just because I’m having fun!”

You notice the beginnings of a frown across Sirius’s face, clocking the glass in front of you, green to your past pink drinks, “You little sneak.”

You pout, “Okay, I’m sorry, let me get the next round.” You move to stand and when you’re upright, the room spins. You grab Remus’s shoulder for purchase and he grabs your forearm. His grip is grounding, flesh between his slender fingers.

“Okay, let me get the drinks,” he says, standing. The love-hate relationship you have with his height hurts sometimes.

“No, let me.” You rummage through the purse over your shoulder, through sickles and spare tampons, and pull out a measly fiver. You hold it up to him with a frown, paper crumpled in your hand.

Remus chuckles and places his hands on your shoulders, “Sit.”

You do what he says and ignore the warmth in the pit of your belly.

As Remus stands at the bar to wait for the drinks, he turns to watch you with a content smile on his face and a warmth spreading up his chest until it begs to swatch his cheeks. He watches as you cover your face with your hands, giggling madly at something James is telling you.

He thinks his heart is messing with him when it skips in his chest. When you throw your head back, neck bared and your eyes squinted, your shoulders raise like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard (it could be but he doubts it), he thinks his heart has an actual fault. Almost halting completely when your eyes meet his and he thinks he’s been caught, but you smile contently and he has to look away before it jumps out his throat.

He knows he’s truly done for.

He returns with a tray of drinks, mojito’s for his friends and a pint for himself, a packet of crisps pinched between his teeth. If he doesn’t choose to drink cocktails with everyone else because he wants to be sober to keep his eye on you, that’s completely his business.

He places the drinks down, a hum of thank yous and cheers follow, he opens his mouth to let the crisps fall into your lap. You startle and look up at him, bemused.

“You said you were hungry.” He smiles.

You beam, hiccuping what he thinks is thanks.

“Where’s my fuckin food?” Sirius calls, voice very clear above the din of the pub. He throws a cube of ice at Remus and misses.

“Up your ass.”

Sirius goes to reach for a crisp and you clutch the foil bag close to your chest. He doesn’t try again, thinking you might bite him. “Fuck, I need a cig.”

He stands and stops Remus from sitting as he climbs over you. Squeezing past with almost zero care. You laugh, he seems hangry.

When he almost steps on your toe, “Look out, you prat.” Remus scolds.

“C’mon. Outside.” Sirius drags him away before he can even protest.

“You gonna ask her out, or what?” Sirus leans against the wall of the smoking area and flicks his ash.

Remus groans, “Don’t say it like it's easy or some shit.”

“Is it not?” Sirius laughs like it’s obvious. Remus envies his natural charm some days. He wished it came easy to him.

“No. She doesn’t like me like that.” Remus toes the gravel beneath his boot with a crunch. Watches as it skips across the ground and to the firepit. A distraction from the scolding that he’s expecting he’s about to get from Sirius.

Sirius coughs on a thick exhale of smoke, pushes himself off the wall. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

“What? No.” In some delusional, fucked up way, no, Remus is fucking with Sirius. Not since 7th year, anyways.

“She's mad about you,” Sirius laughs around the filter of his cigarette, “It’s sickening really. I mean she’s gotta be half dumb or something.” After another exhale he flicks more ash to the ground.

“Fuck up.”

“Whatever.”

There’s a beat before Remus says, “She doesn’t feel that way about me.” His head rests against the red brick behind him and wishes it would swallow him up. He wishes this was easier.

“What, you think she wears her best red skirt for people she doesn’t love?”

He lifts his head and glares at Sirius, “You really are a fucking twat, you know?” He steals the cigarette from between Sirius’s fingers and ignores his grunt as he inhales deeply. As deep as he can until Sirius swats his hand.

“I’m fucking kidding.” He takes it back, grimacing at the butt of what’s left.

“Still a twat,” Remus grunts.

Sirius flicks the orange filter to the ground and squashes it under his leather boot. “Seriously, Moons. Make a move already, it’s starting to get sad.”

He sighs, and Sirius almost wants to slap some sense into him. He doesn’t, remembering how he’d reacted last time he did. “I can’t. I’m not ruining anything.”

He decides to pat his shoulder instead, a gentler approach, “You’re a miserable sap.” He squeezes his sad friend, “She likes you, a lot, and she’s really good for you, y’know?”

“She is, isn’t she?” Remus sighs, lovelorn and dizzy, “Fuck, she’s so amazing. I don’t know what I’m gonna do. Have you seen her when she laughs? Fuck sakes.” He has to stop himself before he rants too much.

The both of them start to make their way back into the pub. “Alright, put your fucking cock away.”

Remus opens the door to the bar, “Get inside,” he laughs.

“If you don’t make a move soon, fuck I might.” Remus’s face goes slack and he pushes his dickhead of a friend towards their table with a little too much force. He stumbles with a hearty chuckle.

Left alone in the middle of the bar, a little incensed, he turns to look around and spots what looks like your aforementioned red skirt, standing in front of the claw machine.

Bemused, but more intrigued, he beelines for you with slow strides. When he stands behind you he places his hand to your shoulder. You turn around and smile warmly. You’re standing, more like swaying, with both hands inside your purse.

“What are you doing, dove?” he asks and squeezes your shoulder. You push back into him, probably for the stability you lack. He braces you with his thigh behind yours.

“You smell like a chimney.” You wrinkle your nose and he laughs. It reverberates through your chest and you have to blink away the way it makes you feel. Sleepy.

“Sirius is a horrible influence,” he says with an equally wrinkled nose.

“I’m looking for a coin,” you answer his question, looking back down into your purse. “Want to win you something.” Remus’s heart swells tenfold.

Before he can pull one from his pocket as an offering, you bend over and tip your entire purse to the paisley carpet, contents spilling everywhere. Wizard money, bright pink tampons, chapsticks and gum wrappers sit in a pile and Remus steps back with a disgruntled sigh.

You turn and crouch down to sort through everything, Remus looks down and gawps for a second. Half amused, half displeased. He bends down with you and helps as well.

“Do you think it'll take sickles?” you question, moving bandaids to the side. It’s looking like a lost cause.

Remus shakes his head with a laugh, “I don’t think so, honey.”

You frown.

“Here,” He handles a few items and places them in your purse, “I’ll help you clean this up and I’ll win you something, hm?” Remus thinks you’re a bit like Mary Poppins with how much stuff you have. He’d say this to you because you probably would understand the muggle reference, but you seem too upset over your lack of coins.

“Was gonna win you some chocolate,” you laugh, picking up more stuff.

The last few items fall back in with little organisation and he stands. You take his outstretched hands and let him gently tug you back up with a ruffle of your hair.

He pulls a coin from his pocket and slots it into the machine. You stand around to the side with your hands pressed to the glass like a little kid. The flow of colours washes you fluorescent as you point to a cherry ripe in a perfect spot.

He grips the joystick and moves it to where he thinks it hovers right above it.

“More to the left,” you say with your finger smooshed against the machine.

“You’re drunk,” he says before he pushes the red button on top of the stick, not moving it to where you’d said.

You laugh as it doesn’t even graze the chocolate. Claw coming back up with nothing. “Whatever.” He has two more chances at grabbing it and he’s determined.

The second time he does listen to you but still misses by the width of a hair. You both hold your breath as the claw gets lowered for the final time. You bend over to get a better view and watch as it gets picked up, not cheering until it gets dropped in the chute.

You clap as Remus cheers, taking the chocolate thankfully, opening it immediately with a crinkle of red foil. “Thank you, Remus.”

“Anytime.”

You break the chocolate in half and offer him the bigger portion. You both stand there, chewing on cherry and coconut and chocolate. You look at your sticky fingers and the worst of the after-effects of six cocktails suddenly hits you in a wave of nausea. Not enough to make you want to throw up, but enough for you to groan and grab your stomach.

“I think I should go home,” you whine, placing your half of the chocolate back into the wrapper and into your purse, probably just to melt and make a mess. A later problem, you think.

“Feeling okay?” he asks, turning to check you over. Etebrows pinched in concern already.

“I think I had too many cocktails,” you laugh, weakly at that.

“How are you getting home?” he asks.

You laugh, having flashbacks to your last encounter. “That’s my line.”

“It’s a good one.”

“I don’t know how I’m getting home,” you say.

“I’ll call you a taxi.”

You sigh, “That’d be lovely.”

After saying goodbye to the rest of the group, after they’d moaned about your fifteen-minute disappearance with Remus, Thought you’d gotten stuck in the cubicle! James had laughed. Drunkenly, you’d missed the joke. Remus had smacked him up the back of the head. But now, the both of you were making your way to the front entrance.

Remus has to drag you out the door, holding you upright as you stammer and trip on things that aren't there.

“Be careful,” he tuts, holding you closer under his arm.

“There was a frog!” you explain, very much exasperated.

“No there wasn’t,” he laughs.

“Was so!” you strain, fisting his shirt behind his back, sure to stretch the cotton.

“You just want me to hold you tighter.” He’s smug when he says it and can’t really help it. He has Sirius’s words ringing in the back of his head.

You stop at the gutter and kick a stone with your boot, “Maybe.”

Your knees ache, wanting nothing more than to crouch down to the ground. You think it would probably be a bad idea. Though with sore knees and a spinning head, bad ideas turned to the best.

You pull yourself from Remus' hold and bend your legs to crouch in the gutter. Remus’s eyes blow wide and he looks down at you. Not again, he thinks.

Before he can ask what you’re doing, thinking you've passed out, you look up, “Head rush,” you giggle with a huff of air. He sits down next to you, knees almost pressed into his chin.

Remus tugs your knee so you turn towards him, legs pressed together. He keeps his large palm over your thigh because being crouched in a gutter leaves little to the imagination to the drunks walking past and he’s not going to ask you to get up if you’re dizzy.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

You rest your head on his shoulder much like he had the last time you saw him. He hopes he had more care than you do with your cheek cruelly smooshed into his skin. “I’m just a little drunk.”

Lucky for Remus, before he thinks you’re about to fall asleep on his shoulder, your taxi is pulling up. He helps you stand, opens the back door and ushers you in.

Listening to your murmur of thanks Remus before he clicks you in.

“What’s your address, dove? So I can tell the driver.” You give him your address and he passes it off.

Before he can close the door for you, you grab his wrist.

“When can I see you next?” you ask brightly. Hopefully.

“Call me when you’re not hungover,” he laughs, brushing his fingers across your arm. Your grip hardens.

“You’ll answer?” He almost laughs again at how drunk you sound. Of course, he’ll answer.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You lean across your seat, seatbelt pulling taut as you press a kiss to his cheek. Warm and buttery-soft just like last time, but maybe even worse now that his feelings for you are stronger. It burns.

“Thank you, Remus.”

“That’s okay, lovely.”

You in fact did call Remus, a couple of days after your night out. Expected, you were hungover so you waited a day after to talk.

Remus hadn’t really been expecting you to call him, despite how eager you seemed, he had talked himself out of believing you had any feelings for him. Like he’d imagined it or something.

So, when his phone rings, he’s not expecting it to be you at all. He answers with a sigh, thinking it’s James or Sirius.

“What do you want?” His voice is void of any excitement or joy you’d been selfishly expecting. You were also expecting a more welcoming greeting.

“Remus?” you say, and his hand stills in his cupboard where he’s distractedly putting clean dishes away.

He shuts the cupboard’s door a little too abruptly and cringes, clears his throat so he can speak, “Y/N! Shit, sorry. Hey.” He cringes even more at his stupidity.

“Expecting someone else?” you laugh.

He nods like you can see him, “Yeah, sorry.” He swallows and tries to fix himself, “How are you?”

“I’m good,” you say with a little sigh, “Really, really good.”

“That’s great!”

“Yeah, how are you?” you question.

Remus’s voice goes quieter, “Amazing.” Then there’s a small beat like you’re both thinking, “So, what’s up? Everything okay?”

In his mind, his stupid, paranoid mind, there’s a possibility that all you’ve done is pocket-dialled him. Or, accidentally pressed his name in your contacts, maybe mistaken the name Moony for Mum.

Is his name Moony in your phone? Or is it just Sirius’s friend? God, he wants his thoughts to shut up.

“I wanted to ask you something!” When it sounds like you actually want to talk to him, what almost feels like relief washes over him. Paints him bright as he settles on his sofa, beaming like a schoolboy when he says,

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah!” Your excitement is dizzying. “Are you free this weekend?”

He has to swallow before he speaks, eagerness bleeds through his skin. His foot taps and he picks at a loose thread on his battered shirt. “Yeah, I am.”

You chirp a happy noise, “Awesome! Cool. Um, there’s that gig on at The Red Lion if you wanted to come?”

Remus doesn’t see himself as a cool person and it definitely doesn’t show when he says, “Yeah! I’d love to.” in a tone pitched higher than normal.

“Great. I think Sirius is coming too, I told him about it the other day and said he should invite the others. I wasn’t sure if he had asked you yet.”

Oh.

Remus feels like the biggest idiot ever. You weren’t asking him out, why would you?

He leans down between his legs until all the air is forced from his lungs, he covers the receiver with his hand and groans, long and suffering in self-pity.

Is coughing to clear your throat and hide your disappointment a good thing? Because his voice is a little squeaky when he replies. When he sits back up his head spins. “Sounds great.”

He hears some shuffling on the end of your line before you say, “Amazing. I’ll see you then. Sorry, gotta go. Bye Remus!”

“Bye, sweetheart.”

Remus has about thirty seconds of wallowing in self-pity before his phone is ringing again. He wants to shove it in between his sofa cushions and forget about everything. But he sees Sirius' name flash up on the screen so he answers.

“Moony!” Sirius’s voice pierces the phone line and Remus cringes. “Remus, my good friend.”

“Did you just get lucky or something?” Remus gruffs.

“Huh?”

“You’re too happy. Calm it down.”

Sirius groans, “You’re so content with being miserable, Remus. Just because you can’t get your dick wet.”

Remus wished his stupid friend could see the displeasure on his face, “What do you want?”

“You’re free this weekend, aren’t you?” He questions and Remus hums a yes, expecting to hear the exact same question you had just asked him only three minutes ago.

“Well, you, me, the gang, and a few pints at The Red Lion. Sounds like a plan?” Remus detests his friend's happiness. Or envies it. He feels miserable and doesn’t think Sirius is deserving of his lack of enthusiasm just because you didn’t ask him out.

“Yeah, Y/N already asked me,” he replies.

“Well, don’t get too excited.” Sirius huffs a laugh.

“No, sorry. It’s just I thought she- never mind. Sounds good.”

“Awesome. I’ll send you the deets.”

Remus almost laughs, “The deets? Wait until I tell Marls you talk like that.”

“Shut up.”

“Bye, Sirius.”

Sirius hangs up before he can.

Remus spots you before you do, again. Watches where you lean against the bar on your tip-toes, talking to the bartender about something. He’s making you laugh and he feels the stupid need that it should be him instead.

He does what he always does; walks up behind you and presses his shoulder into your back. You chirp and turn around. Then, your eyes do that thing that they always do that makes him bite the inside of his cheek. They squint, confused, and then light up when you realise who you’re looking at. Remus could swear that they sparkle, but that’s just something he imagines in his lovesick head.

“Remus!” You smile, mouth upturning until the apples of your cheeks swell. You wrap your fingers around his bicep and pull him into your side. He lets you, willingly.

“Y/N,” he says probably a little too quietly for the setting. The pub is starting to fill quickly while the band does sound check, the general hubbub of the patrons mixes in with the strumming of guitars and the feedback from the mics.

“You’re all wet,” you giggle, pressing your fingers into the underside of his arm.

“Yeah, it’s starting to rain out there,” he says.

“You walked?” You frown, pulling your hands from his arm. He can still feel where your fingers were wrapped. A burn against his wet skin.

“From the bus stop.”

“You know there’s this thing wizards can do, I’m not sure if you heard of it. It’s called disapparition,” you quirk, mouth upturning into a teasing smile.

Amused, Remus says, “I don’t usually like muggles to watch someone appear out of thin air.”

You reach forward to grab some napkins from the dispenser on the bar, probably too many. “I would’ve picked you up,” you say matter-of-factly.

He doesn’t reply, just stops still when you reach up to brush away the damp hair from his eyes. There’s water bunching in his hair and falling in tiny beads down his face, over his top lip. You laugh when he licks it away before you dab across his forehead and then his cheeks.

“I missed you,” you say, bunching the paper into a ball.

Remus smiles, too hard he thinks. “You saw me last weekend.”

You think he might be teasing you, though you’re not sure. You feel like you’ve overstepped. Demure, your eyes widen at your error. “Sorry,” you laugh, airy and quiet.

Remus pokes you in your side, “I missed you too,” he laughs.

You nod your head and bite your lip. You feel eased. But embarrassed in the first place. Scrunching the ball of damp napkins in your hands until it pinches. Still, you’re overjoyed.

“What are you drinking?” you ask, splaying your hands over the bar, leaning where it comes up to your chest. You try to ignore everything. The way Remus is making you feel, the busy pub that’s teeming with rowdy people.

“Not sure,” he quirks, eyeing the taps at the end of the bar. “What about you?”

“I think I might just stick to squash,” you laugh knowingly.

“You’re on it tonight,” Remus laughs, splaying his fingers around your shoulder.

“I’m not having any repeats of last week.”

“Damn,” he pouts, “Drunk Y/N is cute.”

You warm, “Drunk Y/N is messy.”

He squeezes you, a funny pinch. “I think you can be both.”

You lean into his side while he orders your drinks. His hand doesn’t move and you don’t want it to. It’s warm and grounding and feels too good to be true. How touchy he is and how you love it. You imagine a world where he doesn’t just touch your shoulder. Imagining what he’d do if you were together. How ruining he would be.

Distracted by his grip on your arm, before you can even reach into your purse to grab your money, he’s paid.

“Remus,” you scold, pushing yourself off the bar.

“Dove,” he smiles, placating. He grabs both of your drinks, in one hand, fingers twisting. The other snakes down to grab your hand to guide you through the crowd of people.

“Stop paying for my drinks.” Someone bumps into you and Remus digs his elbow into your side to stop you from tripping. You smile thankfully.

You let him weave you through patrons, your hand flexing around his until you get to your table. Once you've sat down, he says, “Sorry, didn’t think a fiver would cover it.”

Faux scolding, you shove his arm. “I have more money on me this time.”

“Good,” Sirius pipes up, “you can buy me that cocktail you owe me.”

“I’m sorry, Sirius.” You act like it genuinely does upset you. Though the thought of how you acted when you were drunk last week, is worse. “I’m a really annoying drunk.”

“Sirius is being dramatic,” Remus sighs, leaning back against the booth. He throws an arm behind you, pressing it up against the wall. You stay sitting forward, not sure if it’d be too much to lean into him. Despite him making the first move. “You got your cocktail.”

“Yeah, you bought it,” Sirius faux scoffs. It’s hard to believe that he actually cares about a stolen mojito, easier to believe he’s determined to tease you until you die. “Doesn’t count.”

“I’ll buy you a cocktail if you really want me to, Sirius,” you lilt, happy to get him to shut up. It works when Remus shoots him a look you don’t understand. Sirius bites his tongue and sits back in his seat.

By the time James and Lily get back from the bar, the band has started their set and you’ve had enough time to think too much on whether or not you should lean into Remus’s side. His weight behind you feels like a magnet. The more you want to pull away the stronger the urge is to just give up and fall against him.

Much like everything is with Remus. The more you allow yourself to think you really do like him, the harder it is to keep to your regular ways. You’ve never allowed yourself to be so openly affectionate and loving towards someone without second-guessing every single thing you do.

Not that you don’t. Every time you speak to him, touch his arm for too long or allow yourself to wrap your own arm around his back, there’s that voice in the back of your head that’s screaming at you. Telling you that you’ve let your guard down too much for a boy you’re not even sure likes you as much as you do him and you’ve embarrassed yourself.

It’s totally overwhelming and constantly feels like a back-and-forth battle. Because, sure, it's no secret anymore to anyone who isn't Remus, that you like him. You just wished it were easier.

As if he can hear your head reeling, or he’s just noticed how quiet you’ve suddenly become, he nudges your leg where it’s crossed with his own jean-clad one.

“You okay?” he asks. His face is soft. Too soft for your dismissive and relentless thoughts to ebb. It’s suddenly painful to even be looking at him and you’ve only been around him for no less than twenty minutes. He’s always had that ability.

The nod you give him is unconvincing and your smile is even worse. His eyes flicker and you open your mouth to speak before he can, “Yeah, jus’ thinking.”

“I can tell.”

“You can?”

You chance another look back at him and regret it instantly when he’s smiling like he knows something you don’t. “Yeah.” He nods, “You’re making that face you always do when something’s eating at you.”

Hating being read for filth, you turn to take a sip from your drink, filling your mouth with your straw lest you say something stupid. You drink it too quickly, and once it’s down to its last dregs, your head aches. Brain freeze. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to distract yourself when you say, “What face?”

“Your lips part and your eyebrows pinch. Sometimes I have to double-check you’re not crying.” Remus is a lovely, horribly attentive boy. And if he keeps saying things like that, things that let you know he does actually pay attention to you, you’re not going to last. When you said you wondered how ruining he would be, this isn’t what you had in mind.

Remus says something to you again, but you don’t catch it. The band transitions into a much louder song and his words fall on deaf ears. You do, however, catch the look he shares with Sirius again over your shoulder.

Confused, you suddenly think fresh air would be better than to pain yourself through whatever’s happening around you. “I’ll go get that mojito,” you mumble.

You weave yourself over Remus’s lap, careful where your shoes and hands land, careful to also ignore where he stables you with his own hand on the back of your knee. You try to make it discrete as you beeline for the bar, taking a small turn to head for the back doors.

The warm air cast from the setting sun slowly dwindles away and you cross your arms over your body, leaning against the railing to the left of the smoking area. When the door shuts behind you, the music from inside slowly dies down and you’re grateful to be the only one out here.

The fear you have been feeling throughout your entire friendship with Remus does its best to claw its way up your throat. Makes your breathing staggered and your palms itch. You suspect if you spent any more time with him inside you would’ve only embarrassed yourself more than you feel like you already have. Best you do it out here instead.

The muffled music slowly grows louder when you hear the door open and you pay it no mind. Not until there’s a hand on your shoulder. You flinch and turn around, pushing yourself against the railing.

“Shit, sorry. Just me,” Remus smiles, pulling his hand from your shoulder.

“Remus,” you breathe, hand to your chest, “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he frowns.

You pause. Trust him to notice your departure. You hope he doesn’t ask you any questions, you don’t expect yourself to hold anything in anymore if he soothes you over.

“You okay?”

Fuck sakes.

“Um, yeah.” You nod. Remus moves to your side, arm pressed up against the railing and you follow him. Turning so you’re face to face.

“You sure? You just kind of up and left.” he laughs weakly, stopping when he notices you don’t join in.

“Sorry,” you apologise.

“What for?” he asks kindly. You once more detest his kindness and his ability to get you to open up.

“I don’t know,” you sigh, leaning further into the railing and it rattles, “I’m being weird.” You’re not opening up like you’d expected, though the words you want to say to him are at the back of your mind, where they were once pushed away, slowly crawling forward. If he keeps looking at you like that, they might spill.

“You’re not.”

“I am. I’m thinking too much and it,” you heave a calming breath. You want to tell him how you feel, not ramble, “it hurts.”

“Hey,” He traces a line over the hinge of your elbow, “what’s going on in that head of yours, hm? Care to let me in?”

You swallow, “That’s the problem. I can’t find the words.”

“That’s okay.” He squeezes your arm, “Take your time.”

His gaze is soft though it still burns where it’s settled over your face, his grip on your arm is worse. Still, it’s grounding. You blink and take a few calming breaths.

The door opens up again and the band’s music spews back outside. It’s the same song that was playing the night you sat on Sirius's couch and you’d freaked about how it was both your favourite. In some cheesy, cliche way, you take it as a sign.

“I’ve never been one for showing, let alone telling someone how I feel about them,” you begin, “I’m not sure if that’s the most obvious thing ever, or if I’ve gotten really good at hiding it but…”

Remus is smiling widely, more smug than anything. It makes you nervous and you advert your gaze to the ground. Over the ash-strained brick tile under your sneakers, “Stop looking at me like that or I won’t be able to finish what I’m trying to tell you,” you sigh.

“Like what?” he asks like he’s oblivious. Like his mouth isn’t now upturned into the slyest smile.

“That!’’ Your face grows warm and you have to press the backs of your hands into them. You can feel the thrumming of your heart in your fingertips.

“Sorry, you were saying,” he chuckles.

“God, where did you get all this confidence from, Remus?” you ask, a little dazed. Maybe it’s the setting or the fact you’re both finally sober together that brings out a different side of him, though you can’t be sure.

Remus shakes his head, “I’m sorry, you just look so cute when you get flustered.”

Your mouth parts, a shocked, demure gasp slips past them. Gawping, you say, “You’re not drunk, are you?” It’s not the first time he’s said it, but it's the first time it feels different.

“Not this time. For once,” he laughs knowingly.

“Right,” you pause. Taking in a shuddered breath. In what world you would ever expect this to be easy, you’re not sure. You’re also not sure that doing this with Remus makes it easier. Easier, because he makes you feel secure and appropriately worked down to tell him anything; harder because it’s him you have to let your emotions go with. It’s him you have to let know of your heartachingly, sore feelings you have. He can’t just be there on the sidelines guiding you through it.

Remus watches you slip away into your shy, quiet self again. He can almost hear your thoughts reeling, “God, you’re worse than me.”

You giggle nervously, all pitched up and light, “You make me nervous,”

He steps forward and if your eyes weren’t stuck on the ground, you wouldn’t have noticed it. He’s smooth. “Do I now?” He hooks a knuckle under your downwardly pointed chin and gives it a tap.

You look back up, catching his gaze, “I hate you,”

“No you don’t,” he says matter of factly. Like its the most obvious thing ever. You’re sure it is.

“I don’t?” You blink slowly.

He closes the gap between you some more and suddenly you’re overwhelmed by him. The smell of his laundry detergent, something familiar and heady, mixed in with the cologne that you swear follows you home. Where the toe of his boot almost touches your sneaker and where the sleeve of his sweater catches on your bracelet because he’s as close as possible. Though you still think he’s not close enough.

His voice mixes in with the same song that’s playing inside and you can barely hear him when it builds to a crescendo and he says, “You weren’t about to go on some rant about how you love me?”

“Remus…” you murmur, quieter than the thumping of your heart in your chest,

“No?”

You bite your tongue, but it does nothing to stop you from saying, “God, yes. Just- kiss me, please.”

“What?” he asks, more shocked than you’ve been this entire interaction.

“Kiss me, Remus. Before the song ends.” You lean into him, up on the balls of your feet and pull your hands between your bodies.

Face to face, lips hovering over yours, he murmurs, “You sure?”

“Completely,”

It’s the last thing you say before Remus kisses you so hard, so deep, that you forget how it was even possible to form words in his presence before now. Snakes his arms around your back and holds you so close your shirt rides up until your skin presses into the soft material of his sweater.

He tastes of stout, a weird mixture against the lemon on your tongue. You can’t find it in you to mind when he hums into your mouth. A desperate, pleading sound that has you squeezing the flesh of his hips. Compared to the reserved and diffident relationship you’ve held with Remus up until now, the kiss you share is nothing alike. It’s passionate and heated. Longing.

The song ends and with a final tug of your bottom lip, he pulls away panting. Eyes skipping over your face, a little glassy and bouncy. “Fuck,” he murmurs.

Tugging on the hem of his sweater, you say, “What?’' with a light chuckle.

“If I…” Remus has to compose himself lest he says something embarrassing. Completely forward. “If I knew kissing you would’ve been like that…I would’ve done it ages ago.”

“I think I’ve wanted you to kiss me for a really long time,” you confess, giddily rocking back and forth on your feet. Canvas sneakers crushing into the ground.

“Yeah?” he hums. Smugness still ever present.

“Yeah.”

“Thoughts on me kissing you again?” he asks, still not letting you go where you’re held against his torso.

You look over his shoulder, “I think if you kiss me again, Sirius’s jaw might fall to the floor.”

Remus turns and spots Sirius and James almost pressed to the glass window. James doesn’t look as pleased, shoving a crumpled note into Sirius's palm. Turning back to face you, he rolls his eyes, “I think they had a bet going.”

“Should we give Sirius his money’s worth?” you giggle.

“I’m going to kiss you. But, not for Sirius.” Remus says, “Only because you look insanely beautiful right now and if I don’t do it again, my brain might go numb.”

“What are you waiting for then?”

“Nothing.”

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The King, His Men, and I

Part One

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six

Word Count 2.1K

Summary: Prince Remus never wanted to get married. He loved his single life, being in love with his best friends and not being king. But then his father sets him up. Remus never wanted to fall in love for the forth time. Neither did his guards. Neither did his wife to be. But none of them could help it

POLY!MARAUDERS X FEMALE!READER

ROYAL!AU

The Lupin bloodline had always been kept noble. Kings marrying queens or the daughters of barons and noblemen. Lupins had been sitting on the throne for hundreds of years now, ruling with an iron fist.

That was until Remus’ father. Lyall Lupin had always loved riding off into the forest and shooting arrows at targets he had painted on trees (it was a passion he later shared with his son). One day when he was riding through the woods, chest heaving and sweat on his brow, he came across a girl from the village.

Hope. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And she was in danger.

The forest was full of all types of creatures, but they were usually found further in, where the forest got dark. They needed places to hide away and Hope had just passed that threshold.

The creature was pulling at her skirts, long, claw-like nails tearing at the fabric. Hope was pressed against a tree, tears springing from her eyes. As soon as he saw it Lyall jumped from his horse and thrust his sword towards the creature, slaying it where it was. He offered her kind words and a kind smile as she shook like a leaf.

His original plan was to take her back to the village, but, when Hope started talking, Lyall realised she had no idea who he was. He didn’t take her back to the village just yet; they spent the afternoon together instead.

At the end of the day, when Lyall was back in the castle and Hope was back in her tiny house in the village, Lyall knew he was in love.

There was a lot of fight between Lyall and his father when he found out about Hope. They’d managed to sneak around for a little while, but when Lyalls father found out about them, all hell broke loose. No matter what the king did to try and stop them from seeing each other. It took him almost banishing Hope from the kingdom before he realised how ridiculous it was.

They were married a month after that.

A year and a half after that they had a little boy of their own. Remus. He was their pride and joy for at least the first seven years of his life. He was given his first pony at four years old, his father often taking him out to the woods where his parent’s first met.

When Remus was seven he went into the woods alone. Once his father had become king he had laws against going too far into the woods, about disturbing the creatures that lived there. Of course, young Remus couldn’t understand this. And he wanted to know what was in those woods.

All of those creatures were magic. When his mother found out what happened, she wasn’t surprised. She was horrified, yes, but not surprised. Her little boy, future king, her only heir, a werewolf. If anybody found out he’d be run out of town, or worse.

There was limited staff in the castle who knew. Just the men who’d helped put together a space to contain him. A cellar that was once for wine, emptied out, the wooden door replaced by one made of steel. As long as Remus had somewhere to go at night, so he wasn’t out attacking the towns people, it was a problem solved.

Other than his furry little problem Remus’ upbringing was rather normal for a prince. He attended lessons and social events, watching his father give speeches and giving a few of his own as he got older. Getting older also came with his own band of guards. Well, squires until they were deemed capable enough to defend the royal family with their life.

With Remus’ help, the three squires became knights in no time. Well, it was Sir James and Sir Sirius first, Peter was just a late bloomer. Sirius became Remus’ personal guard; James and Peter just happened to always be around. If anybody tried to scold them for being with the prince instead of actually doing their job, all Remus had to do was show his face and they’d shut up instantly.

Of course, these boys had no idea about Remus’ furry little problem. It was always on the night of the full moon that Sirius had to himself, another guard that knew about Remus watching the metal door.

Yes, the boys were smart, but they couldn’t figure this one out, not at first. Well, it wasn’t really something they thought about. It was a night Sirius had off and they all took it to rest (since most nights were staying up in front of the fire cracking jokes or planning pranks on the other members of staff. Since he was the future king, Remus couldn’t join in with the pranks, but he could help plan them. Nobody knew he was the real master of the operation.)

When Remus was eighteen years old, soon to be nineteen, his parents called him to the throne room. He was exhausted, bags under his eyes and a fresh scar down his arm. Most scars were covered up of course, except for the unfortunate few on his face.

“Remus,” his father started, grimacing at the scars on his sons face. Remus couldn’t stop himself from shrinking away. Yes, his father would never want to make him feel self conscious, but he couldn’t stop the way those scars made him feel.

“Your mother and I have been talking.”

“And we have decided it’s time we step down, moved out of this castle and into Huxton Manor,” his mother finished. Don’t let the name fool you, Huxton Manor was a castle. It was only slightly smaller than the one they were in now, one the family used to holiday in whe Remus was a boy, before his furry little problem began.

Remus’ face paled further. “What are you trying to tell me?” He asked and took a careful step back.

“We think it’s time you marry.”

In truth Remus already had two loves of his life. Of course, although James and Sirius felt the same, they didn’t know how Remus felt. They’d confided in each other on one drunken night, might’ve even kissed each other, but nobody could remember.

And now Remus’ parents wanted to bring in someone from the outside.

Panic shot through him.

“Remus, we’re sorry,” his mother said and stepped down from the dais. “But with your… condition we can’t have you rule alone.”

“But I’m not alone!” Remus protested. “I have James and Sirius!”

Lyall shook his head. “You need an heir and to get that heir you need a wife.” He looked down at his son in a way he never had before, with stern eyes. "I have an old friend, a king from a neighbouring kingdom and he claims his daughter is wayward. He wants to settle her down before she tarnishes their family name or gets herself killed. I mentioned that your mother and I were looking into naming you king and the pieces fell into place."

"Father, you can't be-" Remus heard a snickering from somewhere behind him, one that stopped him from finishing his sentence.

"She will arrive by morning."

Sirius’ snickering stopped. That was when Remus realised just everything James and Sirius had heard. Already in pain from what he had heard, he couldn’t imagine how they must’ve been feeling.

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There was so much Y/N wanted to do before she died or was married off. Either way, it was the same thing in her eyes. When she broke into the underground family vault just to see if she could, that was the last straw.

A week later she was in a carriage going too fast for her to jump out, with a guard either side of her, and two guards either side.

“How about we stop for a drink in the next tavern,” She offered, her feet up on the cushioned seat opposite her. One of the guards glared at her and pushed her feet from the seat. Y/N took that as a no and rolled her eyes.

Every five minutes she asked to stop for a drink or something to eat. Every time the guards said nothing and Y/N would turn back to the window. But this was her way of coping; cracking jokes and irritating those around her.

In no time at all she made it to the castle the Lupin family presided in. It was twice the size of Y/N’s own with walls and turrets and archers and guards, the likes of which Y/N had never seen. In a place like this she’d never get kidnapped. What a nice break this would be.

And then she remembered why she was here. Oh yeah, the wedding. A guard touched her back to push her forward, and Y/N went limp, falling back into the guard. He grunted as he caught her and stood her upright. “Nice try,” he muttered and got her walking towards the steps of the castle.

Of course, there was nobody to greet her as she got to the huge doors. Her carriage driver snapped the reins and moved the carriage around to the coach house. She shivered as only one of the doors swung open in front of her. Stepping through those doors, her fate would be sealed. Her guards held out their arms, reading her body language.

They, along with serving boys belonging to her new family, led her through the long hallways, past the terrifying pictures of the kings and queens of the past. They led her all the way through the castle until she was standing awkwardly in front of the king and queen.

Y/N rocked on her heels, until her lady pinched her side, stilling her. She sent Lily, her lady, an apologetic look and looked at the King and Queen. It was the night of a full moon, coincidentally, and, at that moment, Remus was being chained up by the best friends he was completely in love with. But Y/N didn’t need to know any of that.

She curtseyed, the way she was taught to, while rolling her eyes. But it was discreet and almost everybody but Lily missed it. “We’re very sorry our son can’t be here to greet you himself,” said the Queen as Y/N straightened up.

Y/N didn’t quite know how to respond. The fact that she was here to marry Prince Remus was one of the last things she was to know about before she took the journey up here. And now he wasn’t even here to say a brief hello. She couldn’t say anything though, knowing exactly how he must’ve been feeling.

“We know it’s late,” the king began. “And we will let you get to your room. We know our son is eager to meet you so, rest up, and we shall see you in the morning.”

Even this, the way the king spoke, was rather informal, something Y/N wasn’t used to. Well, she was, but not from a member of the royal family. From her old bar buddies.

She then remembered the speech her father had prepared for her. “Your majesties,” she said, nodding at the both of them. “My father and I are very grateful for your hospitality. My short journey through your country has already been so wonderful and I am looking forward to seeing the rest of it. My father is hoping to be here in three months time and we are all excited to be a part of this family.”

At that, Lyall smiled. He could recognise something that Y/N had not written. The fathers had written to each other almost every day, talking about parenting. Of course, Lyall had missed out on all the important things.

“Please, make yourself at home.”

They had servants bring her things up. Y/N laid in bed, in her sheer chemise, listening to the sounds of the castle. Howls and growls and grunts. For the first time in her life, Y/N was terrified. She was in unfamiliar lands with unfamiliar people and creatures.

And she had yet to meet her fiancé to be.

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A Caring Angel

Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader Tags: Sick Remus. Emetephobia (it's only referenced but it made me anxious so read with care). Post-full moon Remus. Word Count: 2.0k “I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”

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He found himself waking up to the sound of an angel.

Its voice was so light, airy, and calm that he almost could’ve been lulled back to sleep by it. It brought a warmth to his chest that spread across to his arms and down to his legs. It made him feel comforted…it made him feel at peace.

When his eyes first opened, he was met with a glow of light surrounding the individual that had brought him out of his slumber. It was the halo, he assumed, and it was so bright that it was nearly blinding.

Confusion began to set in. What was an angel doing here? He recognized his bed beneath him…the smell of lavender from the candles on the dresser. He knew he was home, so what was an angelic figure doing here? Was he about to be swept away into the afterlife?

“There you are,” The voice said, and he felt a hand on his shoulder that was shaking him gently. “It’s me, my love.”

He recognized the voice then, and he realized that it wasn’t an angel…not technically. But frankly, he couldn’t quite see the difference between an angel and you. When his eyes finally focused, he realized that the “halo” was actually just the sun beaming in through the bedroom window. It spilled past the curtains and painted you with sunlight, making you glow and shine more than you usually did.

He watched you press the back of your hand to his forehead, moving from his temple to the center. A concerned, yet concentrated, look crossed over your features as you felt his skin. He didn’t feel overly warm, which made you feel better to know that the fever must have finally broken. Your hand retreated from his head, your palm resting on his midriff and caressing him through the covers of the bed that he was snuggled in.

He felt relieved to know that it wasn’t dead, and that it was just you waking him up gently. However, that didn’t help his confusion because this wasn’t the norm.

“Can you hear me, Rem?” You asked with the sweetest, most nurturing tone you could produce.

Your expression was neutral, and you had a small, genuine smile on your face. But he could tell you were worried sick – your eyes said it all.

“Yeah.” He nodded, noting how dry his mouth and throat were.

You caught the croak in his voice and reached for the glass of water you had ready to go for him on the nightstand. He needed some assistance with sitting up, which only made him even more confused as to what was happening. As a matter of fact, he didn’t even know what day it was or even what time it was. He would never complain about you doting over him…but he didn’t like seeing you so anxious.

He practically snatched the glass from you, gulping down the glass of water like it was the only thing keeping him alive. He drained the glass, sighing at the feeling of the cool water settling in his system to replenish him.

“I tried to keep you hydrated, but you just couldn’t keep anything down,” You said, reaching for a waste bin you had nearby and setting it next to him. “Just in case you feel like you’ll be sick again.”

Remus wasn’t even aware he had been sick. He didn’t remember being sick. Obviously whatever was going on and whatever had happened – he didn’t remember any of it, and it was shaking you up.

That was when he noticed the array on his bedside table. A pitcher of water, empty potion vials, damp wash rags. Clearly, it had been one rough wave of sickness.

When he didn’t respond, you went on.

“How are you, Rem?” You asked with the sweetest, most nurturing tone you could produce.

His muscles were aching something awful. They felt like they were on fire when he shifted on the mattress – his core burning as he tried to get comfortable again. He tried to piece everything together…but none of it was making sense or ringing any bells.

“Lousy,” He groaned. “I feel sore.”

“I’m sorry,” You pressed a sympathetic kiss to his forehead. “I can’t say I’m surprised. You were all tensed up.”

A blank expression covered the man’s face. The lost look in his eyes was a telltale sign that he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about. The last thing he remembered was going to bed Friday night…and the next thing he knew he was being woken up by you. It must’ve been Saturday morning by now.

“Was…I sick last night?” He asked, swallowing hard.

“Rem, you’ve been sick the last few days. It’s Tuesday,” You said, and Remus’ heart dropped into his stomach. “You don’t remember?”

He blinked in surprise. He had been sick for three days and had no knowledge of it? Not a single stitch of memory of the last few days?

“No,” He managed to give a small chuckle, despite the pounding in his chest. “I’ve been trying to figure it out.”

He regretted telling you that the moment he said it. The way your face fell and filled with even more anxiety made his heart hurt. He wasn’t sure what he had said or done in the last few days to shake you up so bad.

“Oh, Rem. You’ve been so sick the last few days,” You said. “It came out of nowhere. You seemed okay, but then I woke up during the night and you were sweating and shaking."

Remus was listening to every word. He was finally beginning to make sense of what you were saying…of what actually happened.

“The fever was really beginning to scare me, but it finally broke early this morning.” You said. “I thought maybe it was the flu but-” Your pause was sharp.

It was so quick that he knew it was you refraining from saying what you were thinking. You didn’t even have to say it for Remus to know what you were thinking though…because he was thinking it too.

“It was the moon.” He stated.

You held your lip slightly between your teeth, chewing on it as your brain scrambled for something to say. What could you say? How could you verbally admit that Remus couldn’t handle the full moons as well as he used to?

Over the last year or so, full moons had been doing a number on Remus. He had always said that every full moon was different…some full moons were worse than others. But lately, the recovery time for every full moon was longer and tougher…with some even worse side effects.

This wasn’t the first time that Remus had acquired some mild fatigue and an overall crummy few days…but this was the first time that the aftermath of a full moon had made him physically and violently sick – and left him with no memory of it.

“It’s just one of those things,” Remus reminded you. “Full moons get harder and harder the older I get. That’s just how it is.”

“I don’t like seeing you struggle like that.” You pressed your hand to his forehead again, relieved that he still felt normal.

Remus knew that the aftermath of a full moon was hard on you because of what it did to him. He was irritable, in pain, completely overstimulated. It made him a man that wasn’t really Remus. It turned him into someone he did not like.

“I know, darling.” He said, taking that same hand into his and stroking his thumb across the back of your hand. “I didn’t say or do anything mean to you, did I?” He asked.

“Not at all, honey. You could barely form any kind of sentence,” You said, reaching for the water pitcher on the bedside table to refill his water glass. “When you did speak, it was all gibberish.”

It was true. Remus was so delirious and fever-ridden that he wasn’t processing or forming anything correctly. It was three days of Remus being completely lost to the world and fighting off whatever illness the moon had bestowed upon him.

Remus sipped on the next glass of water, nursing it instead of gulping it down. He was taking the time to actually think about all of this and process it instead of brushing it off. This obviously had been a pretty bad scare, and it was something he needed to take into consideration.

“You haven’t really eaten anything in days. I can whip up some soup for you,” You said. “Are you feeling well enough to eat?”

Remus’ stomach growled at the thought of one of your homemade soups. He hoped that some nourishment would settle the shakiness in his hands and the lightheadedness he was feeling.

“You’re an angel, you know that?” He brought your palm to his lips and left a sweet kiss there. “Thank you for taking care of me. I’m sorry for ruining your weekend.”

“Oh, Remus. You didn’t ruin my weekend,” You smiled reassuringly, as you stood from sitting on the edge of the bed. “I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”

Remus followed suit, throwing the covers off and swinging his feet over the side of the bed. Just as his feet hit the floor, you were on him.

“I’ll bring it to you, lovely. Don’t push yourself.” Your hands cradled his face, his tired eyes shining at you.

“Darling, I haven’t had a shower in days,” He said. “I feel disgusting.”

“You’re going to be weak when you stand,” You said. “I don’t want you to fall.”

“Come with me then,” He grinned, his arm snaking around your waist. “I’ll make it up to you for spoiling the weekend.”

“You actually must be feeling better,” Your cheeks grew warm. “But I’d really feel better if you would just shower and get back to bed.”

He laughed lightly, knowing that it was worth a try.

“Alright, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”

He was slow and careful when he stood and he (not surprisingly) discovered that your prediction was correct. All the blood rushed from his head and he felt wobbly on his legs, little spots of black dotting in his vision.

“Maybe I should go with you,” You said, realizing he was struggling to stand. “Let’s get you freshened up quickly, yeah?”

Remus nodded, realizing just how sick he really had been. It was just something he would have to keep adjusting to, and something he would have to be prepared for. Not every full moon would be this hard on him, but he needed to be prepared as if each one would.

Remus followed you to the shower, the sound of running water calling his name and offering a sense of relief to him. You helped him out of his T-shirt and sweats, leaving him only long enough to get him a clean set of loungewear.

Remus felt days of grime and sweat melt off of him when he hit the stream of the water. It refreshed him and cleared his mind…and it gave him a sweet moment with you.

“Still feeling alright?” You asked, sweeping a strand of wet hair from Remus’ eyes.

His hands were always on you, keeping you close and secure. He pressed a kiss to your neck, your cheek, your nose. He always was grateful for you, but he was always extra grateful after a bad full moon.

“Yeah, my darling. I’m alright.”

After a shower and a decent meal, Remus knew he would have the fuel to get stronger. He would certainly take it easy for the next few days and have you all over him for every minute of him. You would make him soups and teas and goodies to keep him satisfied and nurtured – providing him with anything he needed to get back feeling right again.

He would love every second of it, assuring you there was no need to fuss over him. But he knew you would do it anyway because you loved him just that much.

And for that, he would always be grateful.

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lightvixxen · 1 year

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having professor Remus brainrot...

specifically of him bending you over his desk in detention and giving you what you want so maybe you'll stop giving him the 'fuck me' eyes whenever he looks at you <3 and maybe fucking you will finally increase your grade in his class since you could actually focus on what he's teaching and not what his cock would feel like buried deep in your pussy<3

it doesn't...it only makes the fantasy worse, though this time its more vivid...and when he catches you clenching your thighs in his class again he doesn't say anything, only asks you to meet him after class again <3

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valluvsu · 2 years

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Lucky

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Remus Lupin couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

Here he was, head in the lap of the girl he’s liked since he was 14, her voice softly reading the words of a book he asked her to read. Her hand was softly making its way through the strands in his hair making him feel more at peace than ever. Everything about her just made him feel calm.

Yeah, definitely the luckiest guy in the world.

“You falling asleep on me Lupin?”

It was the soft tug on his hair that made Remus open his eyes and see that she was now looking at him and not at the book. His face warmed and a soft smile covered his lips.

“Can you blame me? I’ve got the prettiest girl at Hogwarts reading to me while running her hands through my hair,” Remus replied.

It was Y/N’s face that warmed this time. Despite being with Remus for a year and a half now, she never got used to the compliments he constantly gave her.

Y/N proceeded to change the subject, not wanting Remus to get too smug.

“I think we should head in soon. It’s starting to get quite late, wouldn't want Filch catching us out,” she said while packing up their things.

Remus agreed and helped her up. He took her bag from her hand and replaced it with his hand. They slowly made their way back into the school and towards the Gryffindor Tower.

“Are you coming to my room or am I going to yours tonight?” Remus asked. They’ve been sneaking into each other's dorms to sleep together since they realized they both slept better with each other. It’s something their roommates find both endearing and annoying.

“I’ll go to yours. The girls are getting quite irritated with how loud you come into the room,” she jokingly replied.

Remus threw her a fake glare.

“I am not loud. They are just very light sleepers. I mean we’ve done this for how long and not gotten caught?” he retorted.

Y/N just playfully rolled her eyes and pulled him into the common room. There his best friends were hanging out doing something she didn’t even want to ask about.

“I’ll see you in a minute, just gotta get changed,” Y/N murmured to Remus.

Remus pulled her into a little kiss and said he’d be waiting for her in his room.

Y/N rushed up into her room quickly changing and brushing her teeth, not even noticing her roommates in the room.

“Why in such a rush? Is loverboy waiting?” Marlene teased.

Y/N let out a gasp in surprise, her face warming once again.

“Leave them alone. I think it’s cute how they always sleep together. I wish I had someone to do that with,” Dorcas said longingly.

“Yeah, whatever. As long as Lupin doesn’t come barging in here again,” Marlene groaned.

“Oh shut it, you’d be doing the same thing with Sirius if either of you had the balls to say something to each other. Plus, Remus is out by the time any of you wake up, so there is nothing to complain about,” Y/N replied.

It was no secret that Marlene and Sirius felt something for each other. Almost the whole house had bets on when or who would say something first.

As Marlene went to say something back Y/N made her way out of the dorm and into Remus’ room.

The boys were having a similar conversation.

“Moony, how come your girlfriend is the only one allowed in here?” James complained.

“Prongs, I’m the only one in here with a girlfriend. Lily has made it clear she doesn’t want you and Sirius could have one but he’s too scared to say anything,” replied Remus.

“Hey hey hey, don’t drag me into this. I do not like Marlene,” said Sirius.

“I didn’t say anything about Marlene,” Remus smugly replied.

Sirius just grumbled something along the lines of “I’m going to bed” and closed the curtains around his bed.

Y/N entered the room and immediately met Remus on his bed. He closed his curtains and laid down so she could put her head on his chest. It was his turn to run his fingers through her hair. This was always how they fell asleep.

“I love you, Rem,” Y/N whispered quietly on the verge of sleep.

“I love you so much,” he replied.

While she was sleeping he kept thinking how lucky he was. He had some amazing friends who would do anything for him. He was getting an education some kids dreamed of. And he had an amazing girlfriend who he loved more than anything and he knew she loved him just as much.

There were moments in his life when he thought the universe hated him so much, but he realized just how much that was untrue.

And with his love in his arms, he fell asleep.

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