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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 WEDDING!!!!! 𖦹 enemies to ?? 𖦹 fem!reader 𖦹 oh. em. gee. 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

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prologue / IOU << pt. 11 -- wedding >> epilogue

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Your hands are flittering around, messing with your hair for the fifth time in the past three minutes, and you sigh. It just won't look nice, you decide. Then, there's a knock on your door, and you frantically grab everything you need and stuff it into your purse. You open the door to see Remus in a suit. He looks beautiful, and you watch him blush as you tell him.

"Well, I think you look positively lovely today." He says, now watching as you get flustered.

"What are you? A proper lad?" You deflect.

"Your hair looks nice."

"Really? I've been fussing with it this whole morning," You huff, "I feel like whenever I need it to behave, it never does."

"It looks beautiful."

"Thank you," You gleam.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Harry is the ring bearer. He doesn't understand what's happening as he walks down the aisle playing with the ring, but he's happy when everybody claps for him—giggling and hiding his face in his hands.

Marlene and Dorcas say their vows, and you feel like crying.

"They're so in love," You whisper to Remus, who looks at you and smiles.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

You nod.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You get a little tipsy at the reception, laughing so much that you snort at Remus's bad jokes.

Amongst your laughing, he becomes quiet, staring at you with adoration.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

His hands are holding onto your waist, and your feet are stumbling and tripping all over his.

"You're bad at this," Remus mumbles.

"I'm drunk," You mumble back.

"I'm positive you'd be just as bad sober."

You laugh for the umpteenth time that night.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You can't quite recall what Remus has said as you stumble into the lift, but you giggle like it's the funniest thing you've ever heard.

"Y'know," You mumble, hiding your face in his arm, "I don't think I'd mind getting stuck with you in this lift again."

His face flushes a bright red, "Yeah?"

"I like you lots, Remus."

"I like you lots, too." He whispers.

You wobble as you walk to your door, and your dreams come true when Remus steadies you—holding you around your waist—pulling you closer to him.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"Remus!" You whine, looking at him with those sad eyes—bottom lip jutted out.

"Yes, m'love?" He murmurs.

"Can't take my shoes off," You look down at your strappy heels, then back to him, "Will you do it?"

He gets down on one knee, and your mind flashes through hundreds of different scenarios, all ending with you in his arms.

You shake your head, hoping that will rid the thoughts. He just looks up at you and smiles—it doesn't help.

"C'mon, love," He whispers, guiding you to the bathroom.

"Where are we going?" You slur.

"Bathroom, to take your makeup off."

"You're so sweet," You give him a dopey smile with tired eyes.

"Anything for my favorite girl."

You hum.

Favorite girl. The words ring in your ears over and over until Remus calls your name.

"Hm?"

He lets out a breathy laugh, "I asked where your makeup remover is."

You instruct him on how to remove your makeup, eyes flickering down to his lips every now and then—his are doing the same.

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"What clothes do you wear to bed?" He asks in the bedroom.

"Bed clothes, duh." You smile, all giddy and lovely, and Remus can't take it.

"Yeah? And which clothes would that be?"

"Y'know," You put your arms around his neck, mimicking the dancing from earlier in the night, "The ones I sleep in," You bite your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile. It doesn't work.

He holds your waist, "M'love," His forehead touches yours, "You need to tell me which clothes you wear to bed."

You ignore his pleading, "You have nice lips," You mumble.

"Yeah? So do you."

You hide your face in his shoulder—cheeks getting warmer by the second.

"C'mon, pretty girl," He whispers, "Look at me."

You shake your head, ruffling your hair in the process.

"Why not, baby?"

Your whole body goes hot, "Why should I?"

"Can I kiss you?" His voice is soft and low and needy.

You look at him, "Please."

"You're so pretty," He mumbles so closely that you can feel his breath on your lips.

"You're prettier," You whisper back.

"Not possible." And then his lips are on yours, and it's dizzying and electrifying; it's everything you've ever wanted.

You feel him smile, and you smile back—teeth hitting teeth, and you laugh, pulling away from him.

"I like you so much, Remus." You whisper.

"I like you so much, too." He whispers back, "Now, which clothes are your bed clothes?"

You laugh, "I'll get them."

"Don't fall on your way there."

"Ha! I won't," But you almost trip on the pile of clothes in front of your dresser, and you can hear Remus let out a breathy laugh from the doorway.

"Shut up!"

"I literally said nothing."

"You laughed at me," You whine, making your way to the bathroom to change.

"I did no such thing," He denies.

"Sure." You emphasize the 'u' as you stumble around, trying to put your bottoms on.

"Be careful in there!" He calls with a smile on his face.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

"Stay?" You ask Remus as he leaves.

He laughs a little, "Love, the couch is too small for me."

"You can," You slightly shrug, "Stay in my bed with me. If you want."

"I don't have any clothes to wear," He frowns.

"Just sleep like this." You answer like the solution is right in front of him.

"Baby, I'm wearing slacks."

"Then take them off," You shrug, "Easy peasy."

"I'd just be in my boxers. Plus, I have this shirt on."

"It seems like you're looking for plenty of reasons to leave. You don't have to stay." The remark comes off as soft and wounded rather than snarky, like you intended.

"No, I can stay, pretty girl."

"You keep calling me that," You whisper, "Do you really think I'm pretty?"

"I wouldn't lie about something like that, my lovely girl."

He's drunk on the smile you give him, and he can't help but kiss you again.

As he strips, you can't help but watch how the silver cast of the moon reflects on his scars. They gleam, and you find it twisted that he has them—that the moon causes them but makes them so beautiful.

He stands up, now only in his boxers, "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

Your face gets warm, "Sorry."

"I was only joking. No need to feel bad, m'love."

"You're just so pretty."

"Did I ever tell you flattery works on me?" He smiles, leaning down to kiss you once again.

"No, but I just had a feeling," You smile like a little kid on Christmas day. All giddy and full of excitement.

You roll onto the bed in a fit of giggles. Remus watches in amusement; he's never seen you so joyful.

After you're done rolling over to your side of your bed, you're tangled up in your blanket—neither of you are quite sure how it happened. Helping you unravel yourself, Remus tucks you in before laying on the other side of the bed.

You snuggle into his chest, "G'night, Remus." You mutter.

"Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams," He whispers back.

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

When you wake up, you and Remus are entangled in one another. Your legs are sandwiched together. His hand has slid up your arm—his other is going numb as it lies under your weight. One of your hands is wrapped around his torso, and your second one has found the nape of his head—fingers interlaced in his hair.

"Remus," You whisper against his neck, "Remus, wake up."

His response is a soft snore; you can't help but think this is domestic bliss. You and your lover waking up on a lazy Sunday morning, and you would kiss up his neck, lips finding his jaw.

"Remus," You try a little louder this time.

"Mmm," He mumbles, "Y/n?"

His eyes slowly open, sandman dust clinging to his lovely lashes.

"'Tis me," You whisper.

"We should get up."

"I don't want to," You whine.

"C'mon, love. Let's get up." He begins to detangle himself from you, and you immediately miss his warmth.

"Why?"

Remus leans down and kisses the pout right off your lips, "'Cos," He mutters, "It's time for breakfast."

"Breakfast?" You gleam.

"Mhm," He smiles.

"Where?"

"That diner you like."

You gasp, "Tina's diner?"

"That one." He smiles.

You walk to the lift, hand in hand with Remus.

He kisses you once you enter, and you can't help but smile.

"Remus?"

"Y/n?"

You get shy, looking at the ground, "Will you... be my boyfriend?" You shrug a little like the question's a casual one. And in some ways, it is. His heart has been yours since the start, and he's no longer scared to admit it.

"Yes. I will."

You and Remus decide not to tell anybody right now. Marlene and Dorcas have just been hitched, after all. It wouldn't be right to take away their spotlight.

You walk into the diner with him, and it's not suspicious for the two of you to be arriving together—you live in the same building. So the group has grown accustomed to you walking in with Remus, smiles on both of your faces as you reminisce about something stupid one of you has said on the way over.

But this time, there's something different. Everyone can sense the shift in the atmosphere. You're a little too close to Remus, and you're glowing. There's no stupid laughter to accompany a stupid joke that Remus never ends up telling.

Marlene smiles, leaning back in her chair, "How's the happy couple?"

You stop dead in your tracks, "Hm?"

"My lovely wife asked how the happy couple was," Dorcas speaks up.

"Shouldn't we be asking you that?" Remus asks with a quirked brow as he helps you into your seat.

"You two are dating!" Sirius yells—he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Dating!" James sings, "You two are dating!"

Lily can't help but participate in the childish fun as she sings, "Remus and y/n sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

Remus is stark red, but you're laughing, and you look so carefree that Remus can't help but laugh.

"We're dating!" You confirm.

"We're dating." You repeat, softer.

WE'RE DATING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEBDFIHSBFAJBNEFK

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