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gryffindor vs slytherin // r.l.

Summary: You’d never quite liked Remus Lupin, and the feeling was mutual. That wasn’t about to change, was it? Contains: Enemies to lovers, but like, fluff. Featuring a background friendship with Regulus Black that kind of just wrote itself, I swear it wasn’t me. A/N: This one’s kinda long so to quote Samuel L. Jackson in the critically acclaimed Jurassic Park (1993), hold on to your butts.

You’d never quite liked Remus Lupin. He and his friends caused nothing but trouble. And you just knew that he was the brains behind every one of the marauders’ practical jokes. Practical jokes almost always aimed at your house.

You’d never minded Black. You got along well with Regulus and though you thought Sirius could learn a thing or two from his younger but much wiser brother, you didn’t mind him. In fact, sometimes he could be quite pleasant, making small talk whenever he popped by to speak to Regulus.

As for Potter, he was a typical jock, self-esteem blown out of proportion, and definitely more irritating than Black. But even so, he still didn’t push your buttons the way Lupin did.

Lupin was a know-it-all, always striving to be top of the class in every subject. Though your house was no stranger to ambition and self-preservation, it never failed to send your eyes rolling back in your head whenever his hand shot up in class.

The feeling was mutual, this much you knew. The hard glares he’d send you in the halls did not go unnoticed. You supposed you’d brought it upon yourself, really, scoffing when he’d go to speak or making the occasional unrefined joke about Gryffindor. But why shouldn't you? His disdain for Slytherin frustrated you more than you’d like to admit. Somewhere along the way, the two of you had gotten used to the tension, often exchanging snide comments, both eager to outwit the other. You’d never admit it but you knew you liked it.

But one thing was for certain, you’d remind yourself: you’d never quite liked Remus Lupin.

The last quidditch match of the season was to take place the following day and you knew you’d get no work done because of it. Which is how you found yourself slipping into the library to get at least most of it done before curfew.

You’d been partnered with Regulus for a Potions assignment and needed to find a specific book. Last you checked, Lily Evans had been hogging it for the better part of the week, so you resolved to finally get your hands on it before someone else did.

Your gaze trailed over every book on the shelf until you finally found it.

“About time, Evans.” You muttered to yourself as you went to reach for it, but soon realized it was up one shelf too high for your stature. “Shit.”

There you were, bouncing up and down, hoping to gain enough impulse to finally reach the damn thing. But it was hopeless, wasn’t it?

“Having trouble, dear?”

You didn’t need to look to know the voice belonged to a highly amused Remus Lupin. You could practically hear the satisfied grin.

“No, actually. No trouble at all. So run along now. Don’t you have a professor’s ass to kiss?”

“Always so crass.” you heard him tut. “Hm, if only there were someone taller around to help with your little predicament.” he sighed as he leaned back on the shelf opposite you.

“Piss off, Lupin.”

“And I should listen to you because?”

You turned to face him as you retaliated. “Because I’ll hex you if you’re still standing here within the next three seconds.”

“Oh, dear.” he feigned worry, “Would you look at that? I’m trembling.”

“You should be.” you hissed as you reached for your wand, but one ‘expelliarmus’ from Remus and you were left defenseless.

“What do you want from me, Lupin?” you threw in the towel with a roll of your eyes.

“Do you ever smile?” he asked, catching you completely off guard. “I know you can, I’ve seen you smile. Especially when you’re dragging Gryffindor’s name through the mud with your fellow snakes.”

“I smile all the time, Lupin.” you assured him, “And I’ll be smiling tomorrow when Slytherin wipes the floor with you lot.”

“Is that so?” he asked in faux concern. “You are aware James is the best seeker Hogwarts has ever seen?”

“Please, more like attention seeker.” you snorted, chuckling to yourself a bit. You could swear you saw him bite down a smile out the corner of your eye.

“You’re impossible.”

“Thank you.”

He reached up for the Potions book, and you feared that would mean it was as good as gone, but to your surprise Remus handed it over to you. Not without a pompous smirk plastered onto his face, of course.

“It wasn’t a compliment, dear.” he crossed his arms as he took in your unnerved expression.

After this less than pleasant exchange, you spun on your heel and began to make your way out of the library. You thought you heard him call after you once more but paid no mind to it.

The halls were pure chaos. Students raced down the moving stairs, dressed from head to toe in their house colors. Normally, you weren’t really one for sports, but Gryffindor vs Slytherin was a match you simply couldn’t miss.

You struggled to make your way through the crowded hallway, carefully weaving your path through a group of fifth years until you reached the Great Hall. You made your way over to the Slytherin table and sat by Regulus.

“You going to the game?” you asked him as you began to scarf down your breakfast.

“Not much of a choice, is it?” he sighed, “Biggest game of the season and all.”

“S’pose so.”

“Have you got that book for our Potions assignment?”

“Yep.” you nodded as you took a swig of pumpkin juice. “Got it last night.”

“On your own? I thought I saw it quite high up on the shelves.” Regulus mused, his lips quirking into a faint smile.

“I might’ve had some help. Okay? Now eat up. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

“Alright, Mum.”

The stands were packed, Gryffindor and Slytherin voices overlapping in support of their respective teams. The scores were too close for Gryffindor’s liking, and you watched as Potter and Black zipped across the quidditch pitch, eager to reach a more comfortable margin. James would have to catch the snitch to win this match, and had it been any other seeker, the game would’ve been as good as won for Slytherin.

You cheered on beside Regulus, noting the way he stood stiffly, eyes trained on his older brother’s every move. You knew he hated being put in these situations, where he had to choose between house pride and supporting Sirius.

“Lighten up, Reg!” you shouted, “He gets it! Don’t worry about it! Now, come on, where’s your Slytherin pride?”

You caught sight of the smirk Regulus quickly tried to mask.

“Whooo!” he hollered, and you didn’t care whether it was for Slytherin or for Sirius.

James flew by with all that skill he so often boasted of. He was a talented player, you had to hand it to him. He’d caught sight of the snitch, according to the commentator, and was now picking up his speed as he began his pursuit.

The shouts from the opposite side of the pitch grew deafening, egging James on as he zoned in on his prey. It wasn’t until he was mere feet away that the shouts turned from those of excitement to those of concern, and James felt obligated to turn around.

“And the bludger knocks Black off his broom!”

You looked over to Regulus but found him already pushing his way through the Slytherin alumni on his way to the field, and you didn’t think twice about following suit. Bludgers were no joke. Sirius could’ve been severely injured from the fall.  

When you reached the field Sirius was already surrounded by the coach and his teammates. You watched as Regulus moved to stand by James and assess his brother’s state.

“Sirius?” Regulus asked.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Sirius assured him, rubbing his right arm to soothe the pain as he looked around and realized he was circled by concerned faces. “What, are you all here for little old me?”

A collective groan could be heard from every teammate at this and the huddle then dispersed, save for James, Regulus and yourself.

“Sirius, I was this close to catching the snitch!” James berated, running a hand through his wild curls. Sirius didn’t seem to mind. He knew how James got when it came to quidditch.

You extended your hand to Sirius and helped him up.

“You alright, Black?” you double checked with him once he was on his feet.

“Quite alright, love. Thanks for asking.” He gave you an uncharacteristically bashful smile. It was then when you peered over his shoulder and caught sight of a disheveled Remus Lupin making his way to his friends, no doubt after having to shove his way through the sea of red and gold before being allowed onto the grounds. You took it as your cue to leave.

“Alright, I’m gonna head back. Are you coming, Reg?”

Regulus shook his head. “I’m going to stay here a bit, you go ahead.”

And just as Remus had finally reached your little group, you took your leave.

You’d been holed up in your dorm room all evening. The rest of your housemates were throwing a party in the common room to celebrate their victory over Gryffindor.

But you weren’t having any of it. Merlin knows you were the last person to come to Gryffindor’s defense, but in your eyes, it simply wasn’t a fair win. So you decided to skip the festivities altogether.

That was when there was a knock at the door. You walked over hesitantly, not sure who would be on the other side of it, everyone you knew being at the party and Regulus checking up on his brother.

“Who is it?”

“It’s - it’s Remus.” came his quiet voice through the door. If anyone were to ask you, you’d say you opened that door out of sheer curiosity, but deep down you knew it was more than just that behind your actions. You pulled the door open a tad, just enough to get a good look at him.

“What do you want, Lupin?” you asked, but your usual snark was absent.

“Just wanted to congratulate you on the win.” he chirped, his voice a bit hoarse after cheering his friends on at the game. “I was a bit surprised when I didn’t see you downstairs. Thought you’d be celebrating with the others.”

“Yeah, well, it was hardly a fair win, now was it?” you chuckled, not quite used to engaging in niceties with Remus of all people.

“Well, it was technically fair.” he insisted, and you didn’t know whether to marvel at or be annoyed by his ability to turn everything into a debate.

“Oh, shut up, Lupin. You know what I mean.” you huffed as you went to shut the door once again, but Remus’s hand stopped it.

“Wait, that’s  – that’s not it.” he sighed, clearly flustered. “I saw you with Sirius on the field.”

“What about – “

“Just let me finish, dear.” he interjected, his tone unusually desperate, as if trying to recall a speech he’d rehearsed countless times before. As if he’d come down here to the dungeons with a purpose.

“At first, I thought you’d come to mock him or something like it. I don’t know. If I’m entirely honest, I’d gone onto the field with half a mind to hex you.” he snickered a bit at the thought and the further you two ventured into this unknown territory, the quicker you felt your heart beat.

“But then, after you left,” he continued, “Sirius told me that you’d been nothing but kind. That while James was busy obsessing over the game you and Regulus had gone down there to check on him. And – as much as it physically pains me to say this – I’m sorry.”

You weren’t quite sure how to respond to that curveball.

“You’re sorry? For what?”

That was when his cheeks began taking on a deeper shade of pink, similar to your own.

“For everything, really. For judging you. For being a pain. For constantly bickering with you. I don’t know why I do it, to be honest.”

“I do.” you offered, and he gave you a puzzled look in return. You weren’t sure where you were going with this, just as nervous as he clearly was.

“You do?”

“Yeah,” you said, stepping out into the dungeon corridor with him. “I think you fancy me, Lupin.”

At this, his eyes widened almost comically, and suddenly you weren’t so sure of your theory anymore. You hadn’t realized you had feelings for him until just now. Sure, you knew you enjoyed bickering with him more than you enjoyed getting along with anyone else. But you’d never read too far into it, certainly not the way you were doing just now.

After a few seconds too many of silence, you spoke again. “Sorry, I thought - Never mind. I have to go.” As you reached for the knob, his hand seized your wrist, and you couldn’t help but notice he was shaking ever so slightly.

“There you go again, my little snake.” he chided gently, almost cooing. “Slithering away every time I get too close.”  

You turned towards him and he brought a hand up to graze against your cheek.

“Would it make your ego even bigger than it already is if I told you that you were right?” he asked, tucking a few stray hairs behind your ear. “About me fancying you?”

“I don’t know.” you said, happily falling back into the banter that came so naturally to you when you were around Remus.

You draped your arms around the back of his neck and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, a stark contrast to the words you were both used to exchanging.

“Guess you’re just going to have to summon some of that Gryffindor courage and find out.”

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you're gonna be alright

warnings: angst, depression, mentions and descriptions of a panic attack, hallucination, bad parents, mentions of abuse from parents, dumbledore being mean, excess workload, stress, swearing, reader is self-shaming and insecure, mentions of dying, no pronouns used, this is a lengthy one, inspired by true events, lowercase intended (let me know if i missed anything)

pairings: remus lupin x gp!house neutral!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

summary: (high school au) you are not alone, remus is going to be always there for you through thick and thin.

a/n: dedicated to @natashxromanovf for beta reading or proof reading this fic, thank you so much babe <333

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˚₊❏❜ first person ꒱

"miss (y/l/n), how far are you with your internal assessment?" headmaster dumbledore asked from where his chair was kept: next to the whiteboard.

he asked everyone else by going to their desk and taking in a whisper-level voice with them; why is he not doing that with you? nonetheless you had to answer, with everyone listening. you stood up before speaking.

"i have finished the research question and the section 'a' as required sir," you said, unsure of what you did to deserve this different treatment.

"would you please be so kind and read the r.q. to the entire class?" headmaster dumblebore spoke, a sudden sadistic feeling could be heard in his voice; why "sadistic"?

"sir?" you said, unsure of why or what were your professor's intentions.

"go ahead," headmaster dumblebore spoke, his tone anything but encouraging.

so you did. you told him your research question, which according to you was pretty decent, and you spoke with a bit of confidence. professor dumbledore's class was the first lecture of the day. if something happened in the first lecture itself, you sure wouldn't have the energy to go through an entire day with the humiliation in mind playing on repeat. you thought the research question you came up with would do the work, but alas when are you ever right?

"class, what is wrong with miss (y/l/n)'s research question?" headmaster dumbledore asked as if expecting all the hands raised waiting to point out the mistakes.

but that is not what he got. he got a silent class with no hands raised. everyone shared confused glances with each other and no one could figure out as why or what is their teacher trying to do. just as headmaster dumbledore was about to speak, the bell rang indicating the lecture ended for the day. but when the students decided to get up, the professor signalled them to sit down.

"reconstruct your research question miss (y/l/n) and therefore make changes accordingly in your first section. i would suggest you to change the topic, your current one will do you no good." he said as he looked at you with disappointment heard clearly in his voice.

"the submission is tomorrow, it changes for no one; i'm looking at you, miss (y/l/n), for the last statement. do not forget the submission, your internal assessments are extremely important! class dismissed."

everyone stood up from their seats and hastily grabbed their bags, books and stationary and hurriedly walked out of the room. you were certainly one of the first few to get the hell away from the classroom, more specifically the teacher in the classroom. you walk as fast you can, maybe even sprint in between, your main goal being to get as far as you can from the professor. once you thought the distance you made was okay, you stopped fast-walking and stood near a pillar.

you were close to crying, your eyes were watery. you have no idea why; what happened in the classroom wasn't even that embarrassing or humiliating; then why were you just one step away from having a full-on crying session? what the hell is wrong with you? why are you being such a sensitive piece of shit? get a grip (y/n)! you are a (y/l/n), you cannot cry over something as silly as this. before you got your "everything-is-perfect-mask" onto your face and body language, you took a deep breath through your nose and exhaled silently through your mouth. the mask is back on. alright, you are now ready.

you looked around you, having absolutely no idea where in the world you are. it seemed like an ordinary hogwarts corridor, but to your right there were no walls to be a barrier between you and the open grassy field. the grass looked like the colour of dull green as if to match your actual mood. but the sky was bright and shiny which represented your masked mood. to your left, there are pillars and walls of medium brown colour and it seemed that you have come across an endless and lonely corridor.

you closed your eyes, hoping when you open them, the corridor would disappear and you would be sitting in your next lecture which is with mr. filius flitwick. oh no! you were going to be late, or rather you are already late! you became restless. you wanted to hurriedly get off wherever you were right now and sit in the classroom you were supposed to be in. you started to fast-walk, again, in the opposite direction you came from. you started picking up pace until you were running.

what if mr. flitwick won’t let you enter the class? what if he, too, humiliated you in front of the whole class? what if he asked you to stand out for the entire duration of the class? what if he gave you detention? what if you are lost? will you even find the classroom? what if something happened to you? would anyone know something happened to you? would anyone care? you know your parents wouldn't, they'd rejoice if anything. and if your parents don’t care about what happens to their own child, why would anyone else, right?

after some time of running, you saw that this direction will not take you to your destination thus you turned your route. you ran for your life in the direction you, at first, came in. a few tears slipped but you wiped them off as soon as they came out. and the familiar corridors where your classrooms are started coming into view. you felt slightly relieved. but the thoughts had not left your mind, you were still afraid of what might happen next.

the possibilities were in front of you, but there were too many according to you. you did not know which one would it be. you hate uncertainty, you hate the unknown. by the time you reached the designated classroom, you were panting and very out of breath. you stood in front of the classroom door, trying to regain your breathing while at the same time trying to get professor flitwick's attention.

"ooo miss. perfect is late oh my god!" someone spoke in a mocking tone.

heat rushed to your cheeks and you wanted nothing more than just disappear. you hated that nickname you were given by everyone in your standard. you weren't perfect, not in any way. in fact you were this useless pathetic person who couldn't even make your own parents proud. but you didn't let the remark break your mask, no you were stronger than that. as soon as the statement was said, laughter erupted in the room.

"don't make noise!" mr. flitwick commanded to the class. "miss (y/l/n) you're late. detention after school. come in," he said to you.

you nodded and entered the class. you held your head low while walking towards the bench at the back of the classroom. you knew people were looking at you with different expressions on their face but you knew for sure it was an expression of mocking, teasing and laughing, all directed at you. what you feared the most, happened: you got detention and your classmates laughing at you was only a bonus, you could maybe take on the job of astrologer, you'd sure earn a lot.

mr. flitwick continued teaching but you weren't in the mood. you were exhausted, tired and extremely sad. you could not concentrate on what was being taught. you wanted to sleep, sleep the problems away forever. you just placed your head on the table, wanting everything and yourself to just disappear and never be found again.

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professor minerva mcgonagall's class was next. your classmates already hurried towards the classroom because one did not want to be in the bad books of professor mcgonagall. but you didn't care, you were done. you already got detention from professor flitwick what difference would it make if professor mcgonagall gave it to you too?you stopped in the corridor and leaned against a pillar. you closed your eyes, you just wanted it all to stop. you wanted peace and silence but not physically. no, physically you wanted it to be as loud as possible. maybe it should be so loud that the inner noise gets shut out. tears trickled down your cheeks, you cried silently. you have no idea why you are crying, but you just felt like screaming and crying your heart out. but no, that is not acceptable. you are a (y/l/n), pull yourself together!

you hurriedly wiped your tears away and inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth while your eyes were still closed. you opened your eyes and the "nothing-is-wrong-and-i-am-the-perfect-student" mask was instantly back on. it worked as a switch, you could switch it on and off on your will and you certainly liked that kind of power.

"you okay?" you heard a soft voice, just as you were about to start walking, behind you leading your body to become stiff and alert.

you did not need to hear those words after you just decided to put your mask back on, no. you could not afford to let loose the mask; not in front of someone, never.

"yeah, fine." you deadpanned and spoke without looking at the source of the voice and walked towards professor mcgonagall's classroom.

you and the person entered the lecture late. the second time you were late today for a class and you aren't even half way through the day; shame on you, literally.

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none of the teachers spared you, you had homework every subject scheduled for the day. you were frustrated, exhausted and completely done with life. you had seven internal assessments to do out of which three were supposed to be written as the format of an academic essay. you weren't halfway through any of the assessments.

what a loser you are! others can finish the homework and participate in debates, clubs, sports, etc. and you? you just sulk around in the corner doing nothing but reading some stupid fantasy book. you are not cool. you cannot even speak up or even try to involve yourself in matters relating to school. you have no right to complain because you deserve this.

you have not made your parents proud: you have only disappointed them. you have disappointed them because you cannot manage your studies and extracurricular activities at the same time. it is a shame, it is pathetic. it would certainly be better if you died. you would then not disturb anyone, you would then trouble no one. world would be such a lovely place without you. you are not needed.

suddenly the words and numbers on the papers started to dance. they popped out of the paper, jumped out from their case and started to run away from their cage. they fell sharp from the table which was at quite a height, for them at least, to the ground. but nothing happened to them: neither did they die nor did they get hurt. it was as if they had multiple life-saving buttons.

well, the letters and numbers were not running away from the cage. they were looking for a larger space. they stood in front of you and climbed one on top of another. and then the puzzle finally cleared, it showed your parents. the letters are long gone, it is really your parents. your parents are here, they arrived. they have heard from professor dumbledore.

your mother is angry. your father is disappointed, but not surprised. it was as if he had been expecting this. this being the fact that you are a failure. your father starts walking towards you causing you to walk backwards. he continues until you hit a wall behind you, indicating that you are trapped. this is the end. your father, the angriest you have seen him which confused you, raises his right hand in an attempt to slap you, to hit you, to put you into your place.

instinctively, you brought your hands up to shield yourself. "please-please-please don't-don't hit-hit me, i promise to do, to do, be-better. this-this will not happ-happen again. i-i-i pro-promise you please don't."

you felt weak, vulnerable and naked. you could do nothing to save yourself. but you don't know why your father is hitting you, he never does. your mother hits you, she puts you into place. your father does not hit women, he crushes them with words, destroying their mental stability. you could not complete your sentence, you could not dare to. you knew you were going to die, this time you wouldn't be kept alive. you knew your fate. and you brought this on you.

"hey, hey, (y/n)," your father spoke with gentleness, as if trying to calm you down.

you are confused. you are losing breath. you cannot understand: what is wrong with your father? this is not who your father is.

"breath, (y/n), breath for me." your father says.

you do not try to follow what your "father" says. he is not your real father. he is a sinister man looking exactly like your father.

"(y/n), darling, breathe. you're having a panic attack, please breathe, love. no no don't cry, love i got you. take deep breaths, love."

you cannot hear what the man is saying, it is not perfectly audible to you. but you know for sure that you cannot listen and do what the man says, he is not your father, you kept repeating it in your head.

"SIRIUS, JAMES, PETER GET MADAM POMFREY HERE QUICK YOU TWATS WORK YOUR LAZY ARSES."

"darling please breathe, breathe for me. you're gonna be okay, you are fine. Just breathe, deep breaths (y/n/n), deep breaths. i got you, love, i got you. you are safe. you are okay. please breath, (y/n/n), don't do this to me (y/n), please breathe. just breathe."

you were going to die, you were going to die. you cannot breath, you are gasping for air. you need oxygen, you need to live but the world would be amazing without you. but what about your friends? what about your future?

"(y/n/n) please breath. copy-copy my breathing. [takes a deep breath] see-see? just-just like that-that. ye-yes, good, good. deep-deep breaths."

"OYE WHERE DID DIE OFF MOCH BRWNT GET HERE QUICK!" [dirty pigs]

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you rubbed your eyes before opening them. it took you a couple of seconds but you adjusted to the lightening of the room which was not too dark but not too light either. you looked at your surroundings. red painted walls with dark brown wooden furniture and clothes lying all over the room. it is a very messy room.

but the bed you were sleeping on is the neatest item in the room. you are carefully wrapped in the warm and cozy blanket. when did you get here? who brought you here? why were you here? what happened? were you kidnapped?

"relax, you're not kidnapped," a voice is heard, making you jump.

"who-what-how-" you try to speak but you could not make sentences, you were feeling extremely tired.

"i am remus, i brought you here. you had a panic attack a few hours ago, madam pomfrey helped and then you blacked out." the ever so soft voice explains.

you know who remus is: he is your classmate. you have always noticed him, well it's kind of hard not to because he hangs out with the loudest people in the universe. remus appears to be angelic and the sweetest person from your point of view now.

"i know you," you manage to choke out. "may i please have some water?”

remus is surprised when you confess you have noticed him. but he doesn't get time to process it as he finds himself immediately pouring water in a glass from a jug for you.

"here," he coos as he hands you the glass of water.

"thanks."

"you feeling any better love?"

"a bit, yes." you hesitantly answer. "how long.. how long did it last?"

"two hours. you were knocked out for four hours."

"oh. well at least i broke the record, lol. umm but thank you, remus, for helping me. i really appreciate this but i have to go; you see i have homework to do and-"

"no, you're not doing any homework. i have spoken to teachers, you are getting a day off and extra time for all assignments. you should rest, i'll go get you something to eat." remus gives you a heart-warming smile causing you to mirror him.

"remus.. you didn't have to, i am fine, really."

"but i did and i am not going to let you do homework, not today at least. tomorrow, yes and i'll help you with it too! rest now, please darling, i'll get some food." the smile never left his face.

"okay." you smiled widely, feeling content for some reason.

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this is so sweet

oo ooo oooo for a dialogue with remus, you finding it really hard to convey your feelings so though you've never said it, he knows you love him but he has to stop himself from losing his shit when you actually say it for the first time

idk if this is lame but I'm in a remmy mood

nothing you could ask for is lame my love

"Remmy, I-"

"Yes?" he asked, eyes wide and expectant.

"You know, right?" you stumbled over your words as you tried with every your fiber to be vulnerable with him. "You gotta know I love you."

"I know, darling." he whispered, bringing your jaw up so that you were looking straight into his chocolate eyes. "And you have no idea how happy I am to hear it."

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🧁Remus X fem!reader + "Oh I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm in love with you!"

“I just don’t want you coming. It’s dangerous, and I could hurt you!” Remus’s jaw was set tight in a scowl, arms crossed over his chest.

“You wouldn’t hurt me, you’ve never hurt James or Sirius or Peter! It’s obviously safe enough, Remus, please just let me come with you?” Your hands were fisted tightly in the hem of your shirt, frustration fueling your iron grip.

“But I have hurt them Y/N, they come back with scratches and bruises every time. I’m already upset that I hurt them, I don’t want to hurt you too.”

“I’ll be careful, please Rem?”

“No! I’ve already said no, why do you keep pushing so much?” Remus was clearly getting frustrated, one hand raking roughly through his hair as the other flattened against his thigh.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm in love with you!" Your admission came out far more aggressive than you’d have preferred, but it left Remus floundering for something to say, mouth opening and closing as his cheeks heated up, so you didn’t care.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on Remus, you can’t be that dumb. I’ve been hinting at it for months.”

Remus said nothing, simply staring at you, mouth still ajar. You took his silence for rejection, heart sinking slightly as you made for the door.

“Nevermind. I’m sorry I pushed, I’ll-”

“Stop.” Remus’s voice suddenly came from right behind you, one of his hands wrapping around your wrist and tugging you away from the door. Your eyes widened, and you froze in his grip.

“You can’t leave me, not after that.”

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remus having a crush on you headcanons - part 2

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Requested: "hey!! can i please request a part 2 to the headcanons on remus having a crush on you?"

Warnings: Kinda angsty at the start, but the angst eventually gets resolved

Author's Note: Dang, y'all just couldn't handle only angst. Well, that's okay! The only problem is that this is too long for my usual headcanon set, but we'll just let it slide since I broke Remus's heart last time.

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when remus started avoiding you, you thought maybe you’d hurt his feelings

just a couple days ago the two of you were fine, right?

maybe when you were nagging him, you were being too annoying

you wanted to apologize to him, but he rushed out of every class and hallway the two of you happened to be in together

when you tried to sit with him at the great hall, he just got up and left, making some excuse to james and sirius about needing to catch up on homework

hell, he never even stayed in the gryffindor common room anymore, instead probably choosing to hide away in his dorm

it made you feel dreadful for the first few days

but after those days passed?

you were furious

why was he avoiding you out of the blue without any sort of indication? for the seven years you'd known him, you were always careful and respectful of his boundaries

and on the rare opportunity you made a mistake, you immediately apologized and grew from it

that was how friends worked, right?

right!

so why did he just decide to end the friendship out of the blue?

what could you have done that was so bad in the short time between him saying yes when you invited him to come along with you to hogsmeade and him backing out at the last minute?

therefore, instead of trying to talk to remus anymore, you changed your focus

you grabbed james and sirius by the hands after transfiguration and dragged them out, saying, "we're going to talk about remus."

once you three were in the nearest disused classroom, you crossed your arms at them

"what did i do to remus that he's avoiding me?"

they exchanged looks of confusion and surprise

"er," started james slowly, "we don't know. we didn't even realize he's been avoiding you."

you rolled your eyes at what had to be a lie

"sure. he won't tell two of his best friends what his other best friend did so badly that he hates her now. i believe you completely."

"poppet, i promise we don't know, but if there's one thing i do know, it's that he doesn't hate you," sirius tried to reassure you. "he could never hate you. he's probably just really focused on studying."

he shot james a look as he said that last part and while you didn't know the meaning of that look, you knew it was a silent message

"yeah, right. i know what it's like for remus to get into studying. he always invites us along because him teaching us helps test what he remembers."

you pinched the bridge of your nose as you remembered how proud remus would look whenever he quizzed you and you got every answer right

all you wanted was to see that light in his eyes again

was that so much to ask for?

"fine, don't tell me what it is. just tell him that i'm sorry. i'll---" your voice wavered, "i'll figure it out myself and make it up to him somehow. i just… i miss him so much it hurts. and tell him i hope he's okay even though i hurt him."

you were about to leave when james and sirius pulled you into a big hug

patting your back, james said, "i promise you didn't do anything."

"then why can't he stand to even look at me?" you demanded, feeling tears forming in your eyes

"trust your aunt jamie and uncle sirius on this one," said sirius, stroking your hair. "we'll fix it for you."

"really?"

"definitely, poppet."

you allowed yourself a small smile and hugged them back

it was nice

until

"wait, why am i the aunt?"

"you mother hen me too much to be an uncle," sirius said

"am i at least a cool aunt?"

".... no."

"what? i could so be a cool aunt!"

anyway, once that argument faded, sirius and james instantly sought out remus

they sat on either side of him on his bed, sirius asking, "oi, prongs, what's it say that (y/n) came to us crying about how much she missed remus and wanted to know what she did to him so she could make up for it?"

"why, pads, it obviously means that remus is a prat and an idiot for avoiding a girl who adores him instead of telling her how he feels," replied james, seething at remus

"exactly. and what do we do with idiotic prats who hurt our friends even if the prat in question is also our friend?"

"show them no mercy." james put an arm around remus. "so, moony. got anything to tell us?"

while remus frowned at the mention of you crying, he held his ground

"it's better this way," he insisted, "better than me telling her how i feel and we stop being friends because of my dumb feelings."

"and if she liked you back?"

"then this is still better than me hurting her later, when i'm… not… myself."

"you're not yourself right now," said sirius. "the remus we know would never have hurt (y/n) to protect himself."

"i'm not---"

"i don't see you sobbing all over us knowing how hurt she must be and wanting to do anything to fix it. you know what, i actually think you don't care about her! i think she loved you, and you broke her fucking heart without a second thought. how the hell you could be so callous, i don't---"

"it's killing me!" remus shouted, jerking away from his friends as he stood

he ran his hands through his hair with half a desire to tear it out

"i can't sleep, i can hardly eat, and all i want to do is talk to her. do you think i don't see the way she looks at me in class? if she's hurting now, it’s nothing in comparison to how she'd hurt if i attacked her on the full moon because she got too curious about where i go every month, how--- how horrified she would be to know that her best friend is a monster! she can get over a bad friend. she'd never get over a werewolf nearly killing her. so yeah, it is about me a bit, and i'm genuinely sorry she's in pain, but if i attacked her, that would be so much worse. i can't risk it."

james smacked his hand over his mouth as remus spoke, and sirius grabbed james' arm with wide eyes

"this was a bad idea," said sirius shakily, "james, what do we do?"

at the same time, james said, "i'm so sorry, remus, i didn't think that--- i just didn't think!"

surprised by this immediate backpedaling, remus slowly replied, "i know you guys didn't get it, but you care about (y/n), so i---"

"not that," james bemoaned. he pointed to something behind remus. "that."

dread and icy terror filled remus' veins as he turned around, sensing just what that was

you pulled off james' invisibility cloak, your eyes shining with unshed tears

"can you two leave us alone?" you said in a broken voice, gaze never leaving remus'

"(y/n)---" sirius started

remus cut him off. "do as she says."

they looked between you and remus before getting up and heading out, closing the door to the dorm behind them

you stepped forward and hugged him, but he pulled away instantly

“i don’t want your pity.”

“is that what you called it when james and sirius tried to comfort you when they found out?”

he swallowed thickly

“they’re different.”

“why?”

he steeled himself to say it

you probably already knew, but saying it to your face still made him nervous

“because i’m not in love with them.”

“i was in love with you before i knew,” you admitted. “and we were as close friends as you are with them before you started avoiding me. remus, i don’t care that you’re a werewolf beyond that it makes me sad you’re scared you’ll hurt your loved ones. and apparently that’s why you get sick every month. and---” you reached up to lightly trace the scar across his cheek. “and you get hurt by it. other than that, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“you can’t possibly say that. you’ve only just found out. in a couple months from now, maybe a year, maybe more, you’ll know how horrid it is. you’ll hate me.”

“what i know is that two weeks ago, i was happy. you were happy. now, we’re both miserable. how is this any better?”

he took a long look at you before he said, “it’s not. not at all. i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

it wasn’t really okay, but he would make it up to you

he took your hand from his scarred face and laced his fingers with yours

instead of kissing you the way he wanted, he hugged you tightly

neither of you particularly needed romance right now

right now, you both just needed to be together again

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My Cauldron’s Bubbling For You // Remus Lupin x Slytherin! Reader

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Y/N L/N loves pranking and she loves flirting. The two go hand in hand. When she starts flirting with Remus… he fears for his life. 

「 ❁ 」AUTHOR’S NOTE 「 ❁ 」

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Remus wasn’t sure when exactly it started.

        From first year to fifth year, Y/N L/N was just a bold, self-assured Slytherin girl who barely gave him or anyone else the time of day. Remus thought she was pretty and sure, admired her confidence, but she wasn’t really part of the crowd he hung around. She had her own—a group of girls from all the houses who liked to joke around and play tricks. Several of Y/N’s friends were flirty and had a tendency to flirt with their victims right before they came in for the kill. Sirius was no exception; he foolishly let them reel him in, then he was left speechless when he charmed to make gas noises anytime he sat down.

        Remus always found it funny when the girls did what they did to innocent blokes. He would have been mad not to. They made it clear what they were up to, but raging hormones surely enticed their victims enough that they didn’t pay clear attention. Boys all around him, boys in different houses, would be charmed into a false sense of safety only for it to shatter the next day. After a while he began wondering when his turn was, but he found that to be too presumptuous of a thought. He settled for watching his peers flounder and thinking nothing of it.

        Then one day in sixth year, Y/N L/N came up to Remus in Potions, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered, “I think it’s sexy, watching you write your notes like that.”

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Angst with Remus Lupin that leads to fluff please🥺

Thank you for your request anon! I had only said one request and this was the second, but I couldn't resist the idea of writing for Remus! So here we are, deep, terrible angst followed by some heartwarming fluff!

Warnings: Implications of Sex

Word Count: 782

Summary: Remus leaves after you sleep together. Or does he?

The Dark, Dark Mornings || Remus Lupin X Reader

Rain drops hitting the window, the wind crashing against the glass trying to seep in. That was what had woken you up. It was cold, and you could feel it against your skin because you noticed you were naked under the duvet. Remus. All memories from the previous night started to flash through your mind and that was when you found the energy to open your eyes.

Empty. The bed was empty. Well, except for your own body and the pillows that he had slept on. You could still smell him amongst the sheets which only made you feel nauseous. He had left. Without saying a word. After saying all those words deep in the dark, he had departed without sparing any of those words for the day.

Was it nothing? Was it really just a young man searching for an easy night of passion? You didn't want to believe he could be so hedonistic, so simple, so hurtful. He was supposed to be different, he was supposed to be the one. All this time spent knowing him, and was this supposed to be the cruel truth? A man that you knew of, a man with such a gentle heart, was actually capable of breaking yours like this?

He had said the words. The words that now made you want to cry in the cold, gloomy room. He had made you say them.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

If they were words of adoration, the declaration of passion, then why did they hurt so much in his absence? Cold and dark. Chilling you to your bones, making you pull the duvet around you even closer, wanting to disappear from existence. Because a world without him was a world without peace and you had no intention of fighting a war.

Then the door clicked, and your ears perked up with a tremble. Was it him? Had he forgotten something? Or had he just returned to humiliate you further?

“Y/N?” His voice called out and how badly you wanted to ignore him. To act as though you were sleeping, so he could leave and let you be. Let your sorrow mold you out of this world.

But you could not disregard Remus calling out your name. Your own voice betrayed you, responding to him.

“Yes?” It was the only way you knew.

“Oh, thank Godric you're awake! I made us some tea, I know you need it first thing in the morning. Just a splash of milk, just the way you like it.”

And it was bliss. You could have sworn the sun had started to shine at that moment, could have taken an oath saying the birds had started to sing. He was here. And the world was suddenly a better place.

Your head peaked over the covers to see if he was actually there, to make sure this wasn't just your imagination making this up. He was there, standing at the tip of the bed, eyes still full of sleep, his t-shirt crinkled up in all directions and his smile, crooked but full of promises.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

You felt like a fool for jumping to conclusions. You almost apologised for thinking him a liar, a deceiver, a cheat. For almost hating him because you thought he had left.

“Are you okay?” He asked, voicing his concern. You probably looked like you had just seen a ghost. Most could argue that you had.

“Yes,” you cleared your throat, “Yes, I'm absolutely fine.” He smiled wider at that, and he pulled the covers up, climbing into the bed beside you, mugs hovering from behind. He leaned into you and held you close for a moment, inhaling your scent as you listened to his heartbeat, fully surrendering to him. You already belonged to Remus, with no turning back. He sat up, with pillows propped behind him and helped you find a comfortable position. You were dazed, to say the least.

You sipped your tea that had gracefully landed between your fingers. Perfect. The exact way you liked it. He knew you so well.

“I haven't done anything wrong have I?” He asked after a long sip of his drink. You decided to be honest, to let him know how you were feeling.

“I don't know what I'd do without you.”

“Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore.” Remus sounded confident, like it was as simple as that. Maybe it was.

“Remus?” You asked tentatively.

“Yes?”

You paused for a moment to look at him, only to find that he was already looking into you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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Harry Potter universe:

Fred Weasley:

☞ Still hate me? ✞ (16+) by @comfortscripts

☞ Thigh riding ✞ (16+) by @pinkandblueblurbs

☞ Barber shop ✞ (18+) by @darthwheezely

Ron Weasley:

☞ Peach ✞ (16+) by @ameliora-j

☞ Borrow at the Burrow ✞ by @bellatrixscurls

Theodore Nott:

☞ Worthwhile ✞ (16+) by @ameliora-j

☞ Sober thoughts by @peppers-analytics

Sirius Black:

☞ Escape me ✞ ✶ by @silverdelirium

☞ Daddy’s gift (poly!Marauders w focus on Sirius) ✞ (16+) by @lonelyhe4rts

Remus Lupin:

☞ The essay ✞ by @janeofthornfieldhall

☞ Guilty pleasure ✞ by @silverdelirium

☞ Movie night ✞ (18+) by @sereinegemini

☞ Salt water taffy by @cupids-crystals

James Potter:

☞ Jealousy, Jealousy (18+ blog) by @morozovastarless

☞ Kinktober day 2 ✞ by @indigoh4ze

☞ Four-eyes by @sarahisslytherin

Regulus Black:

☞ Words unsaid by @scandalous-chaos

MCU:

Steve Rogers:

☞ Gorgeous by @velvetcloxds

Stucky (Steve + Bucky):

☞ Left out (18+ blog) by @agentofbarnes

Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner:

☞ @ssahotchswife ‘s whole masterlist (all of their smut is 18+) (my fave Hotch writer!)

☞ Salt and pepper ✞ (18+) by @dudeitiskarev

☞ Dream ✞ (16+) by @pinkandblueblurbs

☞ Go team Hotchner (18+ blog) by @h0tchner

☞ Paper rings (18+ blog) by @scuttling

Spencer Reid:

☞ Sharing a bed (18+ blog) by @jillys-feral-fandoms

☞ Save me tonight ✞ (18+) by @scuttling

☞ It feels better when I’m wearing your sweater ✞ by @dionysian--mysteries

☞ Lesson learned (+ Derek Morgan) ✞ by @dionysian--mysteries

Other:

Charlie Swan:

☞ Shock by @sadorangejuice

☞ Seducing Chief Swan ✞ (18+) by Tibbs (on ao3)

☞ Dirty little secret by me

Sheriff Hassan:

☞ Ships passing in the night (series) ✞ (18+ blog) by @ketslketslketsl

☞ He can be cruel ✞ (18+) by @midnightkohli

Benedict Bridgerton:

☞ Bumping noses whilst kissing by @starryeyedstories

☞ What a question by @fandom-puff

☞ Innocent ✞ (16+) by @pinkandblueblurbs

Mornings Like These ¬ Remus L.

Plot - Mornings in Hogwarts were often busy but on occasion, you and Remus have a chance to be lazy.

Genre -☁️️ Fluff ☁️️

Pairing - Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Notes/Warnings - Nothing except cheesiness and some kissing. Also not fully proof-read yet

Word Count - 1k

The sun gently peaked through the velvet royal red curtains as if the sun was cautious of waking the two sleeping Gryffindors.

Through the thick duvet and tangle of limbs, Remus and Y/N finally taking advantage of their free mornings now that N.E.W.Ts were over. The commencement of their concluding exam was just 18 hours previous and the pair felt as if the boulder of pressure that was balanced on their shoulders had finally disappeared.

Whilst the young lovers were both exhausted from the culmination of late nights in the library, Y/N couldn't shake the habit of waking up when the sun reach her eyes. It was a helpful habit for waking up but not on days where she longed for a lie in.

The slow rise of the witch was characterized by fluttering eyelids and prolonged sighs. As she turned over towards her boyfriend, who was still peacefully in dream-land, she stopped to admire the sight.

Soft brown hair laid messily across his pillow with strands decorating his cheeks and forehead. His face was accentuated by the delicate rays of sunlight which added a faint illumination to the scars that adorned his gentle skin. Everything about the young werewolf was perfect, from his alluring amber eyes to the way his lips looked so plump and ready to smile. Y/N was captivated by the man she loved every day but it was mornings like this were she could admire him so carefully.

"It's rude to stare my love"

His husky morning voice startled Y/N out of her daydream.

"You know, it's even more rude to scare your girlfriend first thing in the morning." The young witch retorts.

Remus lets out a deep chuckle before pulling her closer to his bare chest in an attempt to reveal in this moment even longer. Y/N sighed in contentment at the newfound closeness and warmth the boy radiated, the reaction was received by him placing a delicate kiss just by her hairline. The young wizard knew that if he had only one more morning in this world, he would want to spend it like this.

After a few minutes of their embrace, Y/N retreated from Remus' hold, much to his dismay, and sat up with an exaggerated stretch, even with the werewolf's arm still resting on her hip as a reminder to come back into his embrace.

"Y/N, could we please just stay in bed all morning and possibly all afternoon?" Whined the boy as he sat up to pull his girlfriend closer once more, in a constant search for warmth and love.

Giggling at how clingy her beloved could get in the mornings, she was tempted by his offer but a small twinge in her stomach reminded her of what was missing from his plan. Food.

Turning to face Remus, and settling herself onto his lap so she was face to face with the dishevelled wizard. An idea had formed in her suddenly awakened head.

"Remmy, I have an idea where we both get what we want"

He chuckled at the different possibilities his darling could have thought up before returning a comment.

"Okay but does it involve you giving me a kiss within the next 30 seconds?"

Even after 4 years of dating, he still manages to make Y/N blush at his cheesy flirtatious remarks. But who was she to deny him?

Y/N placed her hands on his stubbly jaw and lightly leaned in. As she met his soft velvet lips, she felt herself melt at the pure love that this small intimate moment offered. The taste of hot chocolate from the previous night still lingered on his lips as she deepen the kiss, losing sense of anything besides the man she loved. Remus lifted his hand from her hip to the back of her neck so he could feel closer to the beautiful witch who he proudly called his. The werewolf felt loved when he was with her and it was the small moments like these that he would hold onto for years to come.

Neither wanted the kiss to end but their lack of breath proved reason to pull away. With plump lips and flushed faces, Remus cleared his throat before speaking.

"Well, I guess I got my part of the plan added. Please continue with your idea that hopefully involves more of that"

"Yes. Definitely more of that later." Y/N is quick to response before composing herself to offer the real plan.

"Since it's still early, I was wondering if we could sneak down to the kitchens and steal some food to bring back up here where we can spend the rest of the day together?"

Pretending to evaluate the idea for a minute, Remus fake-stroked an imaginary beard before nodding.

"I always knew you were a genius but this is a brilliant plan"

With a quick kiss on his nose, she crawled off Remus and grabbed a large jumper of his to make herself somewhat presentable to the house-elves in the kitchens.

Looking at his lover's excitement and sheer beauty, Remus couldn't help but think how did he get so lucky as to have someone like you in his life. Even if he never knew the answer, he did know that he loved you more than he ever thought he could. Thoughts of your future together often ran through his head but now that N.E.W.Ts were over with and graduation was so close he could feel it, these thoughts were becoming more like plans and he couldn't be happier.

"You know honey, when we have our own place, we won't have to steal food and hide out in your room" The wizard thought out loud whilst throwing on a Gryffindor jumper.

Stepping toward the teenage boy, Y/N grabbed his hand and with a smile that was framed by blushing cheeks, said

"I know but mornings like these are the memories we will be talking about when we are in that house of ours"

She didn’t process it, she just looked on as life passed her by.

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Best Friend Remus x Diggory!Reader

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THIS IS MY FAV LUPIN FIC OF THE MONTH

To The Bookkeeper ¬ Remus L.

Plot -Dusty books, pining hearts and romantic gestures are truly the key to starting the perfect romance novel

Genre -☁️️ Fluff ☁️️

Pairing - Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Notes/Warnings - Soooo cheesy and in the 2nd/3rd person. Enjoyyyy <3

Word Count - 1.7k

Specks of dust stilled in the air, a permanent fixture in the rustic shop. Hoards of loose pages stacked against shelves that were sturdy with the weight of hundreds of books. Shiny colour-filled books written by youthful souls shared the bustling space with the withered classics authored by the wisdom of decades gone by.

Hidden amongst the shelves and towers of novels, an oaken cashier’s desk sat. Intricate carvings of alluring floral patterns wrapped around the wood, as a simple machine rested between scattered paper and worn books. The desk looked like it held stories that these pages could not fathom, but that isn’t what caught the eye of the young man.

His tender gaze was entranced by her.

Sat buried in a book that seemed to be falling apart at its seams, wide eyes running across the pages as her body leant closer to the book, almost if she were wishing to be transported into the lines of ink. Strands of hair escaping, framing the beauty her face held, as her skin glowed with the dying light of the sunset. Remus was sure it was darker outside, but he understood that if he were the sun, he would want to spend every remaining second lighting up the beautiful bookkeeper.

She was aware of the tall young man who had been lurking among the rows of leather-bound pages the past few weeks. His scarf faltering as the hours went by, revealing the delicate scars littered across his skin, and she couldn’t help but pray he never found the book he wanted as it would mean her hours spent adoring him from afar could continue.

They fell into a routine. He would admire her from afar between his searches, and during those searches, his being would hold her attention.

Everyday Remus begged his bravery to fire up and approach his bookshop beauty, he wanted to hear her velvet voice directed at him, rather than at those other customers who didn’t even take the time to appreciate the symphony her voice conducted.

But today was different, today Remus decided to act on his love-struck urges. He spoke to her.

“Sorry, but could you possibly recommend a book for me? Haven’t seemed to find anything that truly connected with me.”

Her eyes raised to connect with his. Breath hitching as her heart pounded against her chest, trying to break free and profess her adoration of the attractive man standing expectantly in front of her, finally speaking to her after all this time.

“Um, yes, of course. What genre are you feeling? Got to make sure that my recommendation matches your mood.”

“Romance ideally”

He didn’t mean to blurt that out but finally gazing into your stunning eyes made his heart ache for love, and his mind chose to vocalise his need for romance. The deep blush that took over his scarred skin made her soften as she fought back the blush her body was threatening to show.

“One second. Wait right here”

Remus watched as she scurried off with a step of excitement, knowing she had thought of the perfect book to offer the man. He watched her fingers delicately weave through the array of covers, before landing on one and spinning to rush back towards the patient man.

Smile carved into her cheeks as she clings to the golden leather hardcover, evidently pleased with her choice of recommendation. Offering the romantic pages of ink to the lanky man, who took it gladly without his gaze ever leaving her eyes.

“A Room With a View by E.M Forster. An all-time favourite of mine, especially if you are looking for a romantic tale. I’ve probably read it 12 times already. Might just be searching for some type of romance, even the fictional type.” A feeling of caution took over as her mind wondered if that titbit of personal angst was causing him to think less of her.

But little did she know, his heart swooned at the idea of offering her that romance she craves, and little did she know, his search for romance had brought him to this very moment.

He inspected the book, taking in every detail of the cover before asking her the price. Only to be met with a shake of her head as shy smile appears on her adorable face, making his heart beat just a little faster.

“It’s a gift. I recommended it so if you hate it, then at least you didn’t have to pay for it, and if you loved it, the satisfaction I’ll feel will be enough.”

Lupin went to protest but the shushing that surrounded his words felt him stumped, and glowing red with a face full of blush. Goodbyes filled the air, both wishing to get in the last mutter of goodbye as the man retreated from the shop, clutching the book close to his chest.

Days went on without Remus’ usual bookshop visits, and soon enough, a week had gone by. Each day customers came and went, and each day, she wished for him to return even for a minute.

Hope dwindled with the closing of the shop each night, until a package was delivered early one morning. A burgundy paper wrapped parcel with simple words swirled across the top.

“To the bookkeeper who gave me a book and stole my heart”

Hiding in the little nook in the deepest part of the shop, barely touched by the eyes of others and soften by patterns of blankets. Pulling the paper from the parcel with caution as eyes widened at the contents; an eggshell letter laid upon the same romance novel she had given Remus all those days ago, but for now, the letter intrigued her more.

Dear Y/N,

I am sorry that I haven’t visited like I normally do, but I was busy with this book.

You were right. It was exactly what I needed, and whilst the story sent me through all the emotions, the feelings it made me realise for you were what truly made this book worthwhile.

Everyday for the past month I have wandered around your shop, just waiting to build up the courage to talk to you, to ask you out. But every time I saw that smile or looked in your eyes, my heart tripled in speed and all those words I had rehearsed left my mind.

So, with this letter, I offer an idea.

Read this book (for the 13th time), and if you feel anything for me, please meet me at 8 o’clock tomorrow night. You’ll know where once you’ve read the book.

Forever your shy admirer,

Remus Lupin.

If her heart was not already full, it would have been as she dove into the pages, only to find the annotations and intricate drawings scribbled amongst the lines. Pastels of highlighted text, thin marks of meticulously penned thoughts, and scrupulously drawn doodles of lovers that bared closer resemblance to herself than the protagonist.

Minutes ticked away and each page was devoured with such attention that her eyes begged to rest a moment, but her heart fuelled her with energy to continue. And so, she did. Word after word, line after line, and comment after comment pulling her feelings for the tender man to the surface.

The final pages came into sight and her heart fell an inch in desperation to read more of Remus’ loving insights, but the thought of meeting the adoring man brought new life into her bones.

Closing the book as the clock struck 7:30pm, knowing that her search for romance was about to be over when she finally allowed her feelings to come to fruition, when she was finally able to confess that hidden desire of hers to the man who held her heart.

Rushing about to make herself presentable as the journey began to the place your heart will be fulfilled.

Reaching the Garden of Godric as the glimmering of the crescent moon lit up the rows of beautiful flowers and offered safety to the arrays of gentle creatures who play in the night. But, amongst all the beauty stood the picture-perfect sight, Remus Lupin clutching a single gardenia.

“there are shadows because there are hills.”

Turning to meet her gaze as all the fear that filled his veins trickled away as it replaced with hope. She came, she cared, she felt the same.

She strolled up to him as she continued with her explaination of his choice of location. “The gardens are shaded by the mountain range, which is quite peculiar for a city to have which makes it a rarity. And you, Remus, are a rarity”

Holding his large hands within hers, their heartbeats started a duet of anticipation, waiting for confession. Watching every emotion swirl through her eyes as he inches ever closer before pulling his bravery to speak truly.

“There is so little I know about you and yet, you take up my every thought. Part of me believed this idea of love at first sight was a cliché trope used to sell books, but then I met you and all of these feelings started to bloom. Maybe it isn’t love quite yet, but I am hopelessly falling with every second.”

Her eyes watered with joy as she clung to every word he spoke, resting a soft hand against the rough of his scarred cheek. Leaning closer to meet his lips in a desperate need for that hidden love to be fulfilled after all this time.

Lips collided and hearts were warmed. Kissing him felt like a fairy-tale, a distance dream she had only read about. Kissing her felt safe, as if she was his saviour that he had searched high and low for. Clinging to each other as they prayed the moment could continue forever, but alas, breath was the enemy of affection.

Pulling away as she remained in his arms, hoping to never be without his touch again. Remus stayed clutching onto her figure, praying that she would always be his. The two bookworms who had searched for love amongst pages of romantic ink were now in their own fairy-tale, and their love could defeat any fictional love story ever written.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS HAD ME GRINNING ALL THE WAY NO SHIT THIS IS LIKE ONE OF MY FAV LUPIN FICS STOP HKJFKLFLL I LOVE HOW HE GAVE LILY’S NUMBER LMFAO I HAVENT READ MANY MUGGLE!READER LUPIN FICS AND DAMN

I Think He Knows (1.3k)

summary: when you leave remus' flat awkwardly and abruptly after a chemistry filled kiss, you want him but don't know how to tell him.

warnings: making outtttt

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

a/n: this fic honestly had no direction, I just struggled with it and just .... idek, I apologize for how this turned out. Not really my best work

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I think he knows

When we get all alone

I'll make myself at home

And he'll want me to stay

"Nice flat." You commented, making a whistling sound as your gaze travels to a bookshelf. Different colors and sizes of the books somehow accentuate the flat more.

"Thanks." The boy accepted, dropping his keys on the kitchen island. His name was Remus Lupin, a person you've met just 30 minutes ago in a crowded pub.

"So what d'you do? A collector of some sorts? I see these wands and scrolls, looks pretty ancient. Oh! Or are you an explorer? Sounds interesting, never met a guy who does that." You ramble, smiling a little at the strange collection of stuff that Remus had.

The boy smiles at your words, already growing excited that he met a curious girl. Remus had always had an inkling to people like you, people who wanted to know things about someone. People who want a deeper connection. But then again, it may just be common courtesy.

"Ah, I'm a ... professor." He says, leaning against the island to admire your curious soul.

"What subject d'you teach? History? Or .... archeology? Both are fairly interesting, from the looks of it I'd say you're more of a History type of teacher." You inquired, looking at him while inspecting his face.

"Uh .... history." Remus blurted. He couldn't exactly say Defense Against the Dark Arts to a muggle could he?

You smile at him, taking a cube looking figure from one of his shelves. "Are these just something you collect or things you teach your class with?" You questioned.

Remus chuckled, walking over to where you were and taking the figure from your hands to put it back into the shelf. "Be careful ... these are ah ... fragile."

Because Remus stood so tall, he had to look down on you. He was a little surprised at how close you two were, the edge of his shoes touching the point of your boots. He got a closer look at you, eyes staring at him curiously and brows pointed up as I'd to ask him what he was looking at.

Then before he could lean down to press a kiss on your lips, you stepped away from him and took of your coat. "Sorry, it's a little warm in here." You told him, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you saw Remus' expression.

"No, problem. Just—"

With a light thud, your boots came off and you sat down comfortably on his couch. "—make yourself at home." Remus finished as he grinned at you. He bit his lip, swallowing the comment he was about to blurt on how adorable you sat there in his couch.

Remus took it upon himself to sit beside you, placing himself atop the cushions. Remus thought about how easily comfortable you got the second you stepped into his flat. It made his heart beat a little faster, not wanting you to leave.

You leaned closer to the boy, slinging both arms around his neck and pulling him closer. "God, I've craved your lips the moment of saw you in that pub." You said boldly.

I think he knows

He better lock it down

Or I won't stick around

'Cause good ones never wait

Remus took your words as an invite to kiss you, his lips pressing harshly against yours. Your hands go to the back of his neck, fingers playing with the hair on his nape.

Remus kisses you with feeling, making a mark of pleasure run through your body. He cups your cheek with the palm of his hand, caressing you softly and gasping when you slip your tongue inside his mouth.

He already has you locked up, certain that he already had you captured in his spell. His scent envelops you, chamomile and a faint smell of plants fill your nostrils.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

He's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand

Boy I understand

You're at war with your head, rethinking every decision of yours.To pull away or to take it further? You decide to follow the first one, taking everything in you to finally release yourself from Remus.

You finally get a chance to look at him. Really admire how he looked in front of you, sitting handsomely and all. You took note of how freckles littered his face, trying to count them would be impossible. You also noted small scars all over his face, some barely visible yet you can see from so close.

His sandy hair dropped down to his forehead, looking fluffy and soft as it rests unbothered. You think of pressing a kiss on his forehead, wanting to see the flushing effect it would have on his pale skin.

"Sorry ..." You mutter hesitantly. You tried to shut off your mind, honestly you did. But you couldn't tune out the domestic thoughts you had of him. You think of how it would feel to have him stare and gaze at you longingly.

Maybe you're a little too confident, but by his hard stare that's burning holes to your face, you think of how obsessed he is with you right now. He must be, because you felt the same stare he was giving you now like the one he gave you at the pub.

Heavy breaths follow, the sounds echoing and filling the flat. "Have I done something wrong?" He asked, partly angry and partly sad when you stopped the kiss.

"Um ... no, not really." You smile tightly, trying to say something that wouldn't end with him showing you the door awkwardly. "I just— I don't really want to fuck you." You said, biting your lip almost immediately as you cringed at your words. "No! That's not what I meant, sorry! I meant ... uh— I just ... don't want to now." You scratched the back of your head, silently and awkwardly waiting for him to reply.

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

"Oh ..." realization strucks Remus, him laughing in response, "Yeah, that's fine." He says.

"This is a bit awkward." You say, forcing a smile.

"Yeah, it is." He chuckled nervously, trying to ease the situation.

Remus still has his other hand on your thigh, not moving— afraid that he'll ruin the moment but also not wanting to move it away. You can feel the warmth spreading through your body as he rubs his thumb against your clothing.

You still have hope, lighting up at an idea. "Do you think I can have your cell though? I'd love to ring you sometime." You ask him, a genuine smile playing on your lips now.

Remus froze momentarily. He didn't have a cell, but he really wanted to keep in touch with you. He mentally scolded himself for always forgetting to buy one, remembering his friend Lily's words on how it was very vital if he wanted to live among muggles. But then he smiled at you, hoping that this would work. Remus didn't have a cell, but Lily did. So for now, she probably wouldn't mind. Before anymore stupid ideas ran through his mind, Remus blurted out his friends cell number.

Then you beamed at him, standing up and pecking his lips one last time. You grabbed your coat and your boots, ready to leave. Remus spun you around though, his hand slipping through your fingers.

He shoved the thought of how your fingers slipped together so flawlessly aside. Then he pressed a proper kiss to your lips, sensing his own cheeks heat up and feeling like a teenage boy at how excited he got. This time, the kiss felt more energetic. As cliche and idiotic as it sounded, you felt sparks fly all over you. The chemistry between you two was so evident, stringing through every kiss and simple graze of skin.

You giggled into him, finally pulling away and shaking your head with a smile so wide. "I'll call you." You tell him assuringly. Then you were out the door, stumbling on your feet as your head grew dizzy— thoughts of Remus Lupin never leaving your head.

I want you, bless my soul

I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

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this is such a wholesome thing to read in christmas morning

home for christmas | r.l

remus lupin x reader

requested by anon where the reader visits their hometown at xmas, and runs into their estranged childhood friend, remus.

warnings; no pronouns used, mentions of food, fluff!

word count; 1300+

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It had been an age since you’d returned to the town in which you were born. Your grandparents still resided there, reluctant to move away, even if their neighbours were no longer the nicest of folk. And this Christmas, they had insisted you were to come to them for once, a request which your parents could not refuse. You weren’t so bothered either, thinking it might be nice to walk the streets you used to as a child, and peer into the windows of your old house.

One thing you had not expected too see upon arriving in your hometown, was someone (besides your family) you recognised from a lifetime gone by. But as it so happened, your old childhood friend was just across the street, oblivious to your bewildered stare. Remus Lupin and you were once inseparable, two children so akin that nothing could tear them apart, not even anything from their wildest dreams. You still thought of him, more frequently than you cared to admit, wondering how he was getting on and what kind of life he was living. You always thought him destined for great things.

But it seemed childhood loves could be quite easily torn apart, for children have little control over their own lives and little knowledge of the world around them that cared little for the wants and wishes of its inhabitants. When your parents informed you of the distance that was to separate you from Remus, neither of you would comprehend the toll it would take on your friendship. Of course, you promised to write everyday and convince your parents of weekend trips, but as it so happened, you never once received a letter from him.

For days you sat by the front door, wishing and hoping that a letter from Remus would appear on the floor beside you. Yet each envelope that fell through the door did not display his handwriting, nor his mother’s. The postman began to notice your sadness deepening, and even gifted you a lollipop one morning. But the temporary happiness would not distract you from your friend slipping away and the realisation that there wasn’t anything you could do to get him back. After that day, all your anger was poured into a heated letter, stamped with vigour and launched into the postbox beside your new house, and you never wrote to him again, nor did you ever receive a reply.

Now staring at him in the flesh, you almost let him walk away, disappear around the corner with all the answers you’d waited years to hear. They were answers only he had and that only he could give to you. Even after all those years and the making of new friends, Remus had always lingered in the back of your mind. Perhaps it was because of the crush you’d had on him and the type of fondness that came with it, but even without it, he was the best friend you’d ever had, and it hurt that he broke his promise. It might have been easier to bear had the friendship fizzled naturally under the burden of distance, but the abruptness stung more painfully than the dull ache of time.

“Remus! Is that you?” you called out to him–he looked rather taken aback, though you weren’t surprised. You were probably the last person he ever thought to run into on the street.

“I can’t believe it,” you continued, crossing the street so you didn’t have to shout over the road and draw attention.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked with a surprised smile.

He had grown up handsome, as you were sure he would. His old and tattered jumper hung over his slender frame, engulfing him rather endearingly. His wooly hat covered his hair but for a few wisps, and his cheeks were stained pink in the winter chill. But he was well dressed, well mannered and irritatingly just as he always was. You hoped maybe he’d turned into some criminal, that way there’d be an easy explanation for the pain he had caused you.

“Here for Christmas, my grandparents never moved away,” you laughed, watching his eyes survey you.

“You look great,” he complimented, “It’s been so long since I last saw you.”

“Well it needn’t have been, all you had to do was write,” you scoffed, trying to hide your festered anger with humour, though he did not find it very funny.

“I did write,” he replied solemnly, “I wrote nearly every day. That was until I received a rather angry letter from you telling me you never wanted to see or hear from me again,” he furrowed his brows and crossed his arms, defending himself as he thought he should.

He too was hurt by the crumbling of your friendship. He’d no idea what he did wrong, and that letter broke his heart. He was about to post another when it came through the letterbox as he reached the door, but he left it in his room as he cried over the lines you’d written in such anger.

“No you didn’t! I never got any letter, that’s why I wrote what I did. I was angry and upset, but I probably didn’t mean half the things I wrote. I reckon I’d cringe to read it now,” you winced, thinking of your childish fury.

“Still got it,” he scoffed, “And the last one I wrote you, but I never posted it,” he sighed, looking down to the book he’d tucked under his arm when he began conversing with you.

He took the book and opened it to the page he’d been reading last, revealing a very old envelope with childish scrawls across the front. It was crumpled in places and most of the corners were folded over, but your name was clear as day at the top. He rubbed his fingers over it before folding the corner of his page in the book so he didn’t lose his place.

“Here,” he said, offering the letter to you.

It was an unbelievable thought that he’d kept it so long, and so close to him too, somewhere he’d see it all the time and be reminded of you, perhaps with feelings of bitterness, or perhaps not. You were anxious to read it, words written so long ago. You were two different people now, maybe not even compatible for friendship. Perhaps the words would seem foreign to your aged eyes and matured brain. Perhaps it should be read by the heart, for that had barely changed, especially when it came to Remus, a boy you thought would remain only in memory.

“Rem!” you gasped, “This address is awfully wrong,” you laughed, tears of relief forming in your eyes, “This must be two towns over from where I live.”

“What? But that's the address I wrote on all your letters!” he cried, taking the letter from you and reading the address, “The very same!” he concluded.

“Well no wonder I never got your letters. I take it I owe you an apology,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around him tightly, an embrace that had been so longed for for years that you couldn not stop yourself from initiating it.

Remus was startled at first by the gesture, but his arms quickly fell into place as he hugged you tightly. The two of you were trying desperately to reshape your memories with the new information bestowed upon you, which meant neither of you were the villain of the story. Neither of you wanted to let go, but as you pulled away from him and his warmth, you smiled brightly, to which he felt inclined to return.

“I’ll buy you a coffee, maybe even a Christmas cookie, if you want,” you giggled, “And then maybe we could catch up?” you asked nervously.

“I’d love that,” beamed Remus, falling in line with you on the pavement, venturing to reach for your hand, only for you to close the distance and hold on as tightly as him.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA the ending was mwah i love it

Kiss, Kill Or Marry?

Pairing: Remus lupin x fem!reader

Warnings: college!au, enemies to lovers, marauders era, james and sirius get the best ideas

(edit: A/n- merrrryyyyyy christmass!)

“Let’s play a game…”

Y/n sighed as Sirius turned on his torch, his otherwise good-looking face looking horrendous by the way James had draped him with the white sheet, his struggle for trickling horror into the spine of his three friends failing miserably as Remus yawned beside him.

Remus Lupin. He was a party popper anyway.

“I beg to interrupt from the bottom of my heart,” the girl scooted her chair away from the brunet, and nudging James out of her way, commented with faux-regards, “even the cloudy night can’t make your game scary.”

“It’s kiss, kill or marry-”

“No way in hell!” James flexed his arms prudently. “The first round starts and either Moony or Y/n would be dead.”

“How disdainful,” Remus rolled his eyes mockingly, his attention going straight back to the book he was reading before Sirius decided to bring him to the couch in a firm headlock.

“Moony agrees with me!” Prongs grinned challengingly at Y/n, well knowing how prolific nemesism can be.

“Go on, Sirius,” Y/n chimed in, passing a faible glare in Remus' direction. “Faites vos jeux.”

“Certainly, I'd put my stakes,” Sirius shut the torch the moment James turned on the lights. “But when I raise them up, don't whip.” Y/n tutted in his direction. “Like I said, it's kiss, kill or marry-”

“I'd rather crash and call it a night.”

“Padfoot, first do for Moony!” James inwicked his arms around the brunet, thus successfully preventing his escape.

Sirius nodded in agreement, his face unnaturally serious as he pulled out four chits from the pocket of his sweats. “Pick one, Moony. If you are unlucky enough to get hold of your own name, we'd gladly change it.”

Lupin shut his eyes in feigned exhaustion. “If it's my own name, I'd go to bed.”

“We can definitely see that you pick one up.” James and Sirius grinned knowingly, and as soon as one chit was picked, they sat back in faux curiosity.

Let Hurricane Lupin and Storm Y/n reign.

“Did someone get a flesh creep?” Y/n passed on a look to the three boys, two of whom seemed to have a time of their life, and the pain in ass Lupin was standing transfixed. The book in his hand, almost on the verge of tumbling down.

“Yeah, who is it, Moony?” Sirius pressed as the said boy shook his head.

“You cheated,” Remus threw the book at James as he snatched the chit from him. “There is no way I could get her!”

James gave a low whistle while both Sirius and Y/n gasped (Sirius, of course, dramatically, and Y/n out of offense) as Hurricane Lupin thrashed his book onto the floor.

“Why would I cheat? We play fair-”

“We are fucking college students and I should not have been playing this game of your in the first place!”

“We play fair,” Sirius repeated solemnly, and Y/n had to admit any seriousness on him was a sign before the storm. “Moving on. For the third time, it's kiss, kill or marry, but the real fun starts from tomorrow...”

Out of all things Remus could guess (yes, he guessed it would be Y/n's name; yes, he guessed this will not end on a good note for him), this game was something he even shuddered to guess.

“I back out,” Y/n blurted, her expressions showing the very doubts on Remus' face. James and Sirius pairing both of them together definitely meant no good.

“Too late Y/n,” Sirius smirked as he got up with James in tow, “because I did faites mes jeux, now don't whip.”

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New days, new problems- uh, in James' words, new day, new propositions, and McGonagall pursed her lips at the proposal.

“I don't see what's the need to do this, Mr. Potter,” the Professor perched her specs higher, her stern eyes examining 'woah, that was a prank, professor' element in her student. “I'm sure, I've lods of work to complete rather than teaming for your God knows what plan.”

James internally screamed but nonetheless casually shrugged. The moment he stepped out of the office, the lady visibly relaxed, which didn't stay for long as James poked his head back inside.

“Are you sure, Professor? We have a bet...”

Sirius slacked back on the chair beside Remus, who was staring ahead at the Professor-less lab, and Y/n, who was sitting two seats away from him (presumably she left them for him and James or the other way round- they can't tolerate each other), was doing the same. He had this sudden, itchy feeling to point out how similar they both were, but instead decided to gasp and snatch the peace out of Moony.

“Moony! Do you know where Prongs is?”

Remus, who was more than acquainted by his sudden seizures of dramatics, shook his head. “Ask her.”

“He's gone to the washroom; or so he told,” Y/n shrugged at Sirius. “Where were you though?”

“Oh? Me? Well, you see, I happened to wake up very late today, burnt my breakfast, realised that my shirt had two top buttons broken, and totally forgot to nick my bag before I came, so I had to rush back!”

Remus turned to Sirius in new found interest. “You woke up late today?” A nod. “I woke you up at 7.”

“And you didn't even make the breakfast,” Y/n noted. “Prongs made it today and all three of us saw you eat it.”

“You never mind broken buttons,” Remus tapped his fingers on the desk, “in fact, you break them on your own for reasons.”

“And,” Y/n jabbed him in the chest, “You still don't have your bag with you. It's not Lily you are talking to. Where were you?”

“Woah! Woah!” Sirius breathed, albeit he mentally facepalmed himself for making such an unbelievable story. “Are you planning to marry Moony? Huh? Yesterday's game- yeah? He acts like my dad, and you are like a mum.”

Before either of them could retort with a sharp 'shut up' or 'no', James entered the lab, heavily panting and thus attracting a large tumult of attention. He smugly ran a hand through the mess of his hair, which all three of his friends knew meant 'I know, I'm hot as hell' and dragged himself inside, shortly followed by none other than Professor McGonagall herself.

“And what about you?”

“Washroom, darlin'.”

Y/n just rolled her eyes. “Washroom. Very well.”

“Mr. Lupin!” The Professor's nose flared with anger as she flapped through some pages, and Remus leaned forward, although a sane portion of his brain tried to trudge back. Woah, boy, she seemed lethal. “Oh. Nothing. My bad, I meant for Mr. Black.”

James thumped his best friend on the back as he gritted through his teeth and walked to her (not forgetting to smack Snape on the way). “Well, well, a Black at the back is lethal.”

Y/n sniggered lightly, which made Remus feel hot in the face. Did Y/n and McGonagall hear his thoughts?

“Miss Evans, if you would shift to the third row? Don't you dare to move, Mr. Black!”

Y/n watched as the Professor strode towards Padfoot and judging by the non-existent movement of her lips and the way Sirius looked

The fun starts tomorrow.

Fuck.

She definitely knew that Prongs and Padfoot were armored enough to pull a professor in the fun.

Five minutes later, James had been bustled off to some other corner in the front, leaving Y/n two seats away from Remus.

Two- it's supposed to be a lucky number, right? Good things come in pairs; heck, did bad things come too?

"And you two at the back," Y/n snapped her neck at the Professor, who was pointing a slender, perfectly manicured finger at them, "you both seem fine. Miss L/n, just move two seats closer-perfect!"

"Two semesTER??" Y/n winced and rubbed her ears as her 'whole semester lab partner' screeched in disbelief.

Number two turned out unlucky, true, she hates him as much if not more, but could he just make her feel a little less offended?

Oh, wait-he doesn't care.

➶ ｡˚ °*. * ·

James and Sirius fake grinned in terror as they waved at Y/n, who rolled her eyes in pure rage and didn't forget to stand at the door for a minute for no reason other than not to seem like she had been following Remus.

"Just go Y/n," James gulped, trying not to infuriate her much. "It's not your fault that you both go to the same college-"

"With a few same subjects," Sirius chimed as he sing-songs.

"Hell yeah, but it's totally both of your fault that we both are stuck under the same roof! You," she threateningly pointed at them, and Sirius has already planned his whole funeral, "never mind. I'd have better luck bragging about my feelings in front of a wall than genuinely opening up in front of you all!"

"Take care," James jumped off the couch as the literal girl on fire stomped away.

Still no luck, Remus grimaced as he realised he was two seconds late for catching up the tram to the college, and his sixth sense almost wailed when he heard Y/n stand at least ten metres away from him.

She didn’t look like always, there wasn’t a ghost of smile she generally had after bidding goodbye every evening to her friends; instead, her loud ragged breaths were perfectly audible to him over the crowd. Her grip on the strap of her shoulder bag was lethal- ahem, never mind, the grip was torturous.

And he knew no matter how much they ignored each other’s presence, there was no way he could escape her wrath.

For the next ten hours, he kept his distance, followed and tried to ignore her altogether. For a sane person, all the three together were not possible in the same entity, but hey, he’s got enough experience with this girl.

“And why have you been following me since the morning?” Y/n snapped as he finally stood in front of her in the chokingly full train.

“Who said I’m following anyone?” he flashed a smile, and she swerved her head away. “I- I just wanted to,” Remus faltered, trying to make up a believable story. James and Sirius might be tossers when it comes to brewing up stories. But he could manage them just fine- just say she forgot something, act as if he was trying to find it in his bag, apologise that maybe he left it too, and then a nice, thick blankie of silence will set in. Perfect. “I wanted to give you your book- that one you had on your desk in Slughorn’s class- yeah, that one!”

Y/n actually wanted to inform him that it wasn’t hers and that she had safely returned it to Madam Pince in the library, but well knowing what kind of geniuses her three roommates were, she willed herself to keep just and just nodded.

“I’m positively sure,” he feigned to rummage through his bag, “I had picked it up so that I could return it to you, but I don’t know why it’s not there.”

“Maybe you forgot- just like me.”

“Probably,” his fingers brushed against some papery material at the bottom of his bag, and he lunged his arm towards the pole to steady himself as the tram jerked suddenly, he kept fishing so intrigued, not noticing that his palm were encased over her’s (she did notice, but boy, look at his expression! For a moment, she actually thought he had nicked out the book somehow).

Out came four chits, crumpled to death by now and both of them gaped at it, then at each other with their mouths hanging low in disbelief.

Y/n Y/n Y/n Y/n

“SIRIUS!” Remus screamed, not minding the weird looks he and Y/n got. “JAMES!”

“I’m killing those brats,” Y/n seethed in a low voice, not wanting to put a cherry on the top of the ongoing scene in public. “I’m fucking stabbing them.”

Remus did some weird pole pulling, solely for the purpose of encouraging her to definitely finish off his friends. “Do it! I’m in it too!”

To their utter dismay, Sirius and James were off at Lily’s for that evening and the sight of the empty couch reminded her- fuck them. Fuck this partnership. That was perhaps just the heat of the moment, right?

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With half of the semester rolled away, McGonagall often huffed out in satisfaction. Half a semester and the calm albeit explosive partners in the lab had fallen silent, like they had gotten used to each other’s inevitable presence, an uncomfortable boundary of hundreds of misunderstandings, unsaid feelings and guilt, all bubbling up each day but, holy moly, that’s out of her arena- she’d leave it to her master students.

So, as soon as she stood up, she gestured for Sirius and James to follow and there another started another meeting of their council.

“Can you smell it?” James popped up behind Remus, making him jump on his seat.

Y/n found this the perfect moment to initiate her plans. No professor, no attention- Mission scoot away!

But just as she pulled her chair to a distance, Sirius emerged from the side and leaned on the desk. “Smell what, Prongs?” He sniffed his way around the desk, a few times on Y/n also (no doubt he got double forced swats when he hoped for double cheese burgers), still trying to be in his ‘moral limit’ as told by the Professor.

“You can’t?” Prongs enquired as he waved his hand in the blank space between Y/n and Remus. “The sexual tension?”

Y/n choked on air and Moony doubled over as he was snatched away by his giggling mad friends. “What the fuck was that for?”

James looked from behind his glasses, with what Remus would call foolish dramatics, foolish intentions and foolish plans. “You don’t want a guy’s time? Away from the college…away from your girlfriend…”

Remus coughed. Badly. “Sure…but I’ve no girlfriend.” He looked back a last and saw Y/n rubbing her eyes…Jesus, she looked cute-

As Sirius shrugged nonchalantly, he forced his attention back. Of course, no girlfriend.

“You remember our game back then?” The brunet hadd this unending urge to bark, no, lost my memories for the good, but nodded anyway. “Yeah, I thought let’s stop it.”

“Stop? I thought the game was over that night itself.”

“Maybe,” James nudged him inside the house, “maybe not.”

“Now that’s bloody barbaric. What’s even going on?”

“Uh- Moony,” Sirius trailed behind him, “we both just thought, let’s catch up the years back. It’s been so long we have had some time alone-”

“Of course, if only you both hadn’t literally begged Y/n to be our roommate. Everything would have been fine.”

“Let’s leave that part, okay?” James took the bag from his shoulders, though their overflowing smoothness should have alerted Remus, he decided to ignore it anyway. “Go, have a bath. We’ll go for dinner.”

“Why do I need to have a bath for that?” Moony raised an eyebrow.

“BECAUSE YOU STINK!!”

Remus scowled in Sirius’ direction. “GEE, THANKS! I CAN ASSURE YOU I STINK LESS THAN YOU!!”

“Shoo, shoo, he’s mad,” James shooed him inside, just to text Sirius that the perfect time had come.

“Aaaaaahhhhh! Prongs!” He heard the click of the door being open, and diving at the knob, he locked it shut. “Hey? Prongs? The door is locked! Open it!”

Sirius jogged into the corridor and dramatically wiped sweat from his forehead. “What’s up Moony? Anything wrong?”

“The lights went fucking off.”

“Oof.”

“And the door is locked from outside- wait. I know you both did it! Open it!”

“Sorry, Moony,” James sympathetically patted on the door. “But it’s time for tea with Y/n.”

➶ ｡˚ °*. * ·

The unnaturally silent flat made Y/n step back. What must have happened here? A fight? A theft? A murder?? Why was everything so quiet even though the two gremlins made in heaven were guffawing leisurely on the couch?

“No Remus?” She asked casually, not expecting a reply.

“No, darlin’,” James shook his head. “He’s out with his girlfriend.”

Girlfriend? Y/n almost laughed. “He doesn't have one.”

“You bet!” Sirius straightened up. “You don’t get to talk here. You don't even know where he keeps his chocolates, and what is the password-”

“As a matter of fact, I do know that he keeps his chocolates on the topmost shelf in the kitchen, the corner one on the right, yes. And I also know that the password of his laptop is ‘chocolate’. Kiddish.”

“Never mind Moony then,” Sirius replied sourly. “Go freshen up. We will have chocolate cookies.”

“Tell me you didn’t use his chocolates-”

“You are a genius, Y/n. May I lead the way for my lady?”

Even though James and Sirius were mostly generous when it came to addressal and hospitality, she couldn’t help but shudder.

Band, bang! Hello? She reminded herself. They are your friends too.

Remus blinked harshly as the light in the bathroom somehow mysteriously lightened, nearly blinding him

Click.

He lunged at the door, ignoring the fact that he had been standing in a highly uncomfortable position for the past half an hour.

Much to his horror, well…

He’d not forget to appreciate the fact that even though mastermind Sirius and James did throw Y/n in the bathroom with him, they did not shut the lights.

“We are off at Lily’s!” James. Definitely him. “Might be back by midnight!”

“Don't-” Y/n’s felt her voice dissipating when she felt Remus’ hands firmly resting on her waist. Scarred, cold and ethereal.

“You better be back soon,” Remus retorted, the brown eyes settling intently on her. “I’d want to murder something.”

“Your grip hurts.”

“Don’t lie, Y/n. It doesn’t.” Y/n shut her eyes. What was supposed to happen? “Look up. Look at me.” “Why?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need your sorry!” Y/n felt the corner of eyes prickling. “It’s not my fault that James fell for Lily on the first day! It’s not at all my bloody fault that Sirius and James came to me-”

“What did they ask you?” Remus asked with mild interest.

“Stop changing the fucking topic, Remus!”

“Sorry.”

“Tell me something that’s not a sorry,” Y/n looked away harshly, wiping some stray tears. “You know even today if we both are on opposite paths, James and Sirius would always choose you. I’m simply no one-”

“You have a depth in your eyes.”

Y/n blinked. Once. Twice. “Excuse me?”

“Just thinking something that’s not a sorry,” Remus smiled sheepishly.

“Don’t give me that stupid smile. Just accept you were- I don’t know what!”

Moony nodded. “I was insecure. I was rude. I did feel that my friends would leave me at some point. I was… everything bad towards you.” He tilted his head with flickering mischief. “Hey, by the way do you like my body? Prongs told me girls would drop dead at the sight.”

Y/n looked down at the path to dropping dead, and when she realised that Remus was indeed shirtless, she felt her face grow hot and Remus hugged her tightly, tucking her head under his chin. “I’m really sorry. Just give me another chance.”

Accio bonus!

Remus paced in his room. 2 am was not a good time to wake someone up. Nonetheless, he did creep out of his room, trying not to make any noise.

“Hey, Y/n?” He gingerly sat on her bed (should he inform that she is his girlfriend for over a year?). “Y/n, wake up. Wake up.”

“Mmmm?...what is it?”

“I… er-”

“You know what?” Y/n rolled towards him, snuggling closer, “You could have chosen any other time of the day to bother me. Say it now.”

“I realised that I love you.”

“Mmmm, love you too. Do you mind to get in my fucking bed now? You are warm.”

Remus still remembers that night when Sirius and James did open the door at midnight.

“Our game,” Sirius’ eyes were practically twinkling as he saw both of them hugging each other, “is yet to finish.”

“Kiss, kill or marry?”

Y/n had quickly kissed Remus on his forehead, and excusing herself out of the bathroom, winked at him. “All three. In the same order.”

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this is so sweet im internally screaming

hello i have a dialogue request! could u do remus lupin x fem/gn reader (muggle au) and they r just walking in the woods together, and the reader trips and falls and remus makes fun of them :)) thank u!

tripping in front of remus on a date;

“Oh fuck.”

Remus tried his very best, he genuinely did, but as he bent down to help you up after tripping over a tree root, his laughter slipped through and he could not contain it any longer.

“Shut up. Right now,” you demanded, remaining on the damp floor of the woods with the moss and wriggling soil.

“I’m sorry,” he laughed, “It was just the way you fell, it was awfully comedic,” he chuckled.

“It’s not funny. I could have impaled myself on a root,” you protested, letting your head rest against a tree branch that had long been fallen.

“Yeah, or stabbed yourself on the edge of a rock,” he continued, “But you didn’t which makes it okay for me to laugh,” he snickered.

“It most certainly is not okay! I could be seriously injured!” you cried, letting a smile slip through your words.

“Are you? Shall I kiss it better?” he asked, holding his hand out to help you up.

Accepting the offer, you let Remus pull you up and snake his arm around your waist, “I suppose that would make it better,” you replied.

“Just tell me where.”

“Right here,” you said, lifting your hand up which bore a small graze.

Remus kissed it gently, his lips lingering on the palm of your hand longer than they needed to, “Anywhere else?” he asked with a smirk.

“Here too,” you pointed to your chin, which he quickly planted his lips on, “And here,” you said when he pulled away, turning your cheek towards his mouth.

“As you wish,” he grinned, kissing your cheek softly, pausing in front of your mouth when he pulled back, “Here too?” he asked, eyes flicking between your lips and eyes.

“Yeah, think so,” you breathed, smiling against Remus’ lips when they connected with yours.

STOP THIS HAS ME GRINNING

Remus Lupin flirting with you would include:

this is for @with1love1anu’s headcanon challenge! congrats on 900 lovely!

based on this pinterest post i saw

i’m adding a read more bc it’s so long

remus has had heart eyes for you for months

but he gets extremely nervous whenever you so much as glance in his general direction

he’ll gather his courage and he’ll walk up to you

and you’ll smile at him and he’ll forget his own name

so he’ll ask,

“um, have you seen my potions textbook?”

“but... remus, you’re... holding it”

the poor boy practically turns into a tomato at that

he doesn’t know what to say

meanwhile james and sirius are howling with laughter

thankfully he doesn’t have to say anything

you just smile that beautiful smile that makes him feel like he’s in muggle heaven

you pat him affectionately on his burning cheek and you leave

on the inside he’s celebrating

‘she touched me!’

but on the outside he just slinks back to james and sirius

“oh, moony, if there were prizes for talking to girls, you’d win gold for sure”

“shut up prongs”

james decides to give remus a flirting lesson

sirius is no help

he’s just dying of laughter in the background

because james can’t flirt

but he doesn’t say that because this is hilarious

“okay, so you’ve gotta hold your head up high, and don’t forget to wink. girls love that”

“then why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

thud

sirius just fell off his bed

remus is not impressed

“shut up moony”

someone help sirius

but remus knows he needs do something

he just cannot deal with james and sirius’s crash course in ‘flirting for dummies 101’

and he’s actually feeling pretty good about today

until he nearly trips over his own feet because he’s so nervous

but never mind that

he’s still going for it

he even made himself flashcards

so there’s no way he could mess this up now

then he spots you coming out of the library

‘it’s now or never, lupin’

so he takes a deep breath

and he walks up to you

you smile at him and he tries with all his might not to melt

“hey remus, what’s up?”

he clears his throat, summons all his courage and goes for it

“hey, (y/n), was, uh,”

okay maybe he can’t remember his line

he’s lucky you’re more patient than lily is with james

he pulls out his flashcards

“okay, uh… so was your father a thief? because someone-”

poor remus should have memorized it

because he just dropped all his cards out of nerves

“oh merlin i’m sorry i’m sorry you’re just so pretty merlin sorry you’re just too pretty, fuck”

you think it’s adorable

but you’re also concerned because he seems so flustered

he’s blushing so much you almost think he has a fever

he quickly gathers all his cards

he’s just skimming all of them

“um… i don’t… i don’t have a card for this”

he doesn’t

he has more pickup lines than he can use

but nothing useful here

you’re smiling softly

“so, remus, was your father a thief? because someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes”

if you wanted to turn remus into a tomato

you could just have cast a spell

but this works too

“um.. i… um…”

the poor boy has no idea what to do

james’s course didn’t cover this

“i like you too, rem”

so you ended up asking him out

he said yes so quickly

you made plans

and that was the beginning of a lovely relationship

well, as soon as remus learned to be less nervous around you

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LMAO ever-annoying boyfriend pretty much sums up James.

“I’ve got an idea, petal. If I win, you have to kiss me.”

clever mf

Watching your movements as if you created the stars and crafted the sun, watching as if you were a masterpiece sculpted by the gods.

SUMMER SUE YOU FOR MAKING ME TEAR UP. you know whats a masterpiece? THIS FIC. loved all of them but ofc remus has a special place in my heart.

New Years Tropes ¬ Marauders Preference

Plot - Individual blurbs about different New years tropes with each of the Marauders would go (not including Peter) {REQUESTED} I got carried away but HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVELIES <3

Genre - Fluff

James Potter ➥ New Year's Kiss

The grip of that calloused hand broke your focus of the conversation at hand, pulling the attention to the man gripping your forearm, James Potter, otherwise known as you ever-annoying boyfriend.

He mumbles a quick sorry to Diggory before pulling you towards the balcony. Groups of young adults littered throughout the Manor house, drinks flowing, and loud exclamations of New Years resolutions filled the air, as did the laughter that followed some of those resolutions.

“James, are you trying to pull my arm off my body?” Feet moving quickly beneath you as the clasp on your wrist stayed tight. “If I go into the New Year with no arm, I will hurt you.”

Breaking through the bustling bodies as the pair slowed to a stop, standing to overlook the sprawling gardens shining in the moonlight. Letting his hand falter as he turns to face you, a smile portraying his feeling of accomplishment.

“Well, my darling, I wasn’t planning on starting the New Year alone and I remember something about it being lucky to kiss the person you love at midnight.” Reaching to wrap a lone arm across your waist, pulling you against his chest. “And as you are the only one I could ever dream of kissing, I had to make sure you were with me at midnight.”

Distant chants of the countdown blurred behind the pair of you, feeling drunk in the hold of James’ adoring eyes. Taking in every second, every ounce of the atmosphere before deciding what you wanted the final words of the year to be.

3

“James, I love you more than anything”

2

“My darling, I’ll love you till the world stops spinning”

1

Sounds of cheers and fireworks filled the air, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his lips melding with yours. Creating fireworks of their own as your heart sung in happiness, moving closer as your arms hung around his neck. That sweet taste of champagne coloured the kiss, both of your emotions bubbling as if you were intoxicated by love rather than those flutes of bubbles.

“Promise that you will be my New Year’s kiss till we are old and grey?”

“I promise, but I can’t just kiss you on New Year’s. Need to get my fix daily.”

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Sirius Black ➥ Drunken Games

“Oh, enough with the talk, Black. Throw the ball”

The smirk that grew on his face at your remark should have worried you, but with the amount of alcohol coursing through your veins and the excitement pumping through the air, you found that smirk annoyingly hot.

“Sorry princess didn’t realise you were in such a rush to loose” His mob of admirers snickered and giggled at his stupid tease, but he couldn’t care less about them.

His eyes were firmly placed on you, his mouth was only responding if it was towards you, his heart was only beating to the sound of your tune. But he was still Sirius Black, still a playboy who couldn’t possibly be that taken with someone who didn’t fawn over him first.

Stalking towards you, ping-pong rolling between his fingers as he halts just inches away from your flushed figure. Had the music not been so loud, his pounding heart might have given his affection away, but you still hadn’t noticed over the sound of your own heart flooding your ears.

“I’ve got an idea, petal. If I win, you have to kiss me.”

The heat rose to your face at the idea, half of you wished for him to win but the other was spurred by the idea of competing. With the quirk of his eyebrow, he waited nervously for your answer, knowing that the motivation of a kiss from you was enough to fuel him for a year.

“Fine. But if I win, you have to be my personal servant for the first week of January”

If there was anything Sirius hated more, it was answering to someone else, and you knew that he would never agree to this condition. Except, you didn’t realise that he would already bend backwards for whatever you wanted.

Waltzing cockily back to his position at the end of the table as he raised his throwing hand, getting ready to end the game once and for all. Those stormy orbs locked with yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch as he confidently announced. “Deal”

As those syllables fell from his mouth, the ping-pong ball flew through the air before landing with a quiet splash in the cup resting perfectly in front of you. The delicate splash trickled onto your arm as you watched in astonishment, which soon turned to realisation.

Sirius had won, and now you had to kiss the gorgeous idiot.

Caught up in cheers and high-fives from those surrounding him as he turned to humiliate you more. “Well, Y/N, I think yo-“

Halting his sentence as your lips came crashing down onto his. Your hands gripping the fabric of his dress shirt, pulling him closer as the taste of firewhiskey engulfed your sense. For months you had imagined kissing the wizard, but your pride always talked you out of it, and now you wished that this stupid bet had happened sooner.

His shock quickly subsided as he cupped your gentle face with his tattooed hands, kissing you back with such vigour that it felt as if he was expressing every emotion he had saved up. Committing the taste of your lips to memory as his mind tries to catalogue the feelings you conjure up within him.

He broke away as air begged him to refill, and with plumped lips, he muttered. “Is now a bad time to tell you that I’ve wanted to do that since last New Years?”

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Remus Lupin ➥ New Year's Confession

The pulse of the party in the common room crept through the walls and into the dorms, sending light rumbles into the bedframe you were currently curled up against. Book in hand with the blankets pooling at your feet, whilst attempting to ring in the New Year your way.

It’s not as if you didn’t enjoy parties but New Years parties within the Gryffindor house were a bit too extreme for your liking. Bodies grinding against each other, Sirius Black trying to shout out jokes, and the younger years struggling to hold their drinks in. It wasn’t your scene, so you decided to welcome the New Year with a good book and plenty of comfort.

Although a part of you had wished to get a kiss at midnight, that part was buried beneath the knowledge that the brunette didn’t feel the way you did. Remus Lupin was a sight to behold and a mystery to solve. A close friend of yours since 2nd year and a hidden crush since 3rd, but he never felt the same and it was clear to see. So, to preserve your heart, you said nothing and tried to minimise any feelings you had for the young wizard.

Unbeknownst to you, that certain brunette wizard was pacing outside your door, trying to find the courage to knock. Lily had made him realise that New Years was the perfect time to reveal his feelings because if something went wrong, it could stay in the previous year, but she never mentioned how to overcome this fear.

How could he tell the person he’s been secretly in love with that he loved them? He couldn’t but he also had to. It was driving him insane to watch you laugh without being the one who caused it, or to see you sad and know that he can’t kiss the tears away. It hurt him to love you in private and a resolution of his was to hurt less.

Three knocks were his tell. Firm but gentle as he hit the thickness of the wooden door, only to be followed by a soft call of welcome.

“Escaping the party so soon, Remmy? I would have assumed you’d at least last till midnight”

Flopping onto your bed, snuggling the duvet underneath stomach as he rested on his elbows to face you. “Not a party without you. So, tell me about whatever fictional man kept you away from this party”

As you babbled on about the love interest in your latest read, rambling yourself away without any focus of the younger werewolf who hung to your every word. Watching your movements as if you created the stars and crafted the sun, watching as if you were a masterpiece sculpted by the gods. Anyone who have been able to notice that look of love in his eyes or the way his body fell calm at the sound of your voice.

A small alarm went off from the muggle watch that laid on your bedside, pulling you from your rant about how this character was better off without the protagonist and reminding of the time.

“Only 1 minute to midnight”

“Really? I swear it was only 11 o’clock two minutes ago.” His nerves crept up again but he steadied them as watched you place your book to the side and inch ever-so slightly closer to his figure. “I need to tell you something because if it goes wrong, I’d like to leave it in this year and never speak of it in the New Year, sound good?”

That hurried and firm tone was not something Remus often used with you, so gently you nodded and offered a comforting smile to assure him that nothing he could say would go wrong.

“I’m in love with you”

His announcement halted your breath and caused your heart to skip a beat, before increasing in speed tenfold. Tongue tied as he continued on with his confession, almost out of nerves rather than need for explanation.

“Since 2nd year, but back then it was just a little crush and I thought it would go away but no, it just grew. So, here I am in our 7th year and I am so in love with you it hurts. All I want is to hold you, kiss you and make you smile, but I can’t because I was afraid.” Sucking in a steady breath as he adds “If you don’t feel the same then please pretend I never said anything and when the clock strikes midnight, we go back to being friends because I can’t be without you even if it is just as friends.”

The distant chants of ‘Happy New Year’ were drowned by the heavy silence that hung between the pair, heart pounding in sync unknown to their owners. You inched forward as you reached for his scarred hand, clutching it as you spoke in a confident whisper.

“I love you too Remmy, always have.”

Feeling his body lunge forward to embrace you, an act of sheer joy at the love that had been confessed. Limbs tangled together as his face lay dangerously near yours, cheeks flushed at the sudden proximity.

You carefully leant forward to connect your lips. Placing a tender chaste kiss against the chapped softness of his own, yearning for that gentle intimacy of the man you loved but not wanting to be bold in your first affection.

“Happy New Year, Moony.”

“Happy New Year, my love.”

And with that, he pulled you back in for a kiss filled with the years of untold passion.

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Mumbling on those muggle phones to fellow werewolves, trying to earn their allegiance in time with the war. He was killing himself with work, work that he justified by looking over those reports of brutal killings. Remus Lupin would happily work himself to the bone if it meant those he cared for were safe, but you couldn’t witness this slow death any longer.

BESTIE NEEDS HUGS TF

“Nuh-uh. I already packed so you have no excuse to delay anymore”

okay that's smart

CUDDLES *sobs* I love these kinda fics where the fictional characters who NEED SOME REST AND SANITY get them. they're my fav kind. mwah *chefs kiss*

A Much Needed Break ¬ Remus L.

Plot - To protect those around him, he would work himself to the brink of death, but you offered him a much needed retreat.

Genre - Fluff

Pairing - Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Notes/Warnings - Just pure fluff with mentions of the upcoming war. This is for the Harry Potter Writing Event. P.s. I really wanna do a short follow up called Strawberries and Swimming....

Word Count - 1.1k

Limbs sprawled across the sofa, matching the disarray of the documents filling the living room. Still decked in yesterday’s clothes and clutching the 15th empty cup that had caffeinated the werewolf for the past 34 hours.

It pained you to watch Remus unravel at the seams in the aid of others, in the search for a saviour. Every day the dark forces grew stronger, but so did the order, thanks to the tireless efforts of its members. One of those being a recently graduated, Remus John Lupin.

Spending hours strategizing with James as he pours over hoards of papers detailing the heinous attacks witches and wizards were falling victim to. Mumbling on those muggle phones to fellow werewolves, trying to earn their allegiance in time with the war. He was killing himself with work, work that he justified by looking over those reports of brutal killings. Remus Lupin would happily work himself to the bone if it meant those he cared for were safe, but you couldn’t witness this slow death any longer.

Gently nudging his sweater-clad shoulder with whispers of good morning, knowing his senses were fried from the sleepless nights and the effects of the last full moon. Moans of protest rumbled from his chest as he shuffled closer into your touch, even in sleep, he knew that your touch was his salvation.

“C’mon Rem, it’s half 10 and you need to eat.”

Something stirred within him at your telling on the time, that restless urge bubbling through his bones as he jumps to attention. “10?! Why didn’t you wake me earlier? I have a meeting and Lily needs these docu- Where are they?”

Rummaging around the organised mess of parchment that framed the sofa, papers flying around the pair as the young man searched for the pages he’d worked diligently on for the past week.

“Remus, stop.”

The brunette froze. That stern tone was often reserved for telling Sirius off, or calling the Order meeting to attention, but never was that something directed at him and for the first time in a while, he worried over something besides the war.

“My love, look at me.”

Eyes raising to meet your gentle gaze as his fears dispersed, replaced with relief at the love that still shone in your eyes at the sight of him. Worries of you leaving washed from his bones as he offered you his full attention.

“I have sent Lily the pages, all of them. And I told Sirius to take care of your meeting today. There is nothing to do, nothing you have missed, nothing that is wrong.”

Panicked protests fell from his lips but were soon shushed, fading into the oblivion as Remus rose to your level, stretching his limbs from their aching tired position. Holding a steady hand for him to grasp as you led him away from the mess of preparation.

“Darling, you’ve been working too hard, it’s killing you. Did you even recover from the last moon?”

That glint of concern in your usually sparkling orbs hit him like a boulder, feeling the floods of shame swarm his body. Throughout this relationship, Remus always kept himself in check to try and alleviate your stress levels, but now, he had failed.

“Rem, I can’t watch you give away all your energy.” Tangling your fingertips within those fluffy locks as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “So, we are going away for the weekend. No letters, no meetings, no talk of war. Just us relaxing and taking time to enjoy what we have.”

Pressing a tender kiss against your forehead, lips lingering before he quietly agreed. “That sounds like heaven. Let me go pack and we’ll head off”

“Nuh-uh. I already packed so you have no excuse to delay anymore”

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The gentle breeze carried the low whistle of the grass through the air, filling the sprawling fields with a symphony of the earth that the birds could sing-along to. Shimmering rays of pure sunlight broke through the clouds and rested upon the waves of vivid flowers that surrounded the ivy-covered cottage.

“You know, when you said we are getting away for the weekend. I pictured going to Devon or maybe Wales, but Italy?” His shirtless torso pressed against your back as he rested his scarred arms delicately around your hips. Gazing out the window as his steady breaths lulled your heartbeat. “How did I ever get so lucky as to be loved by you?”

Apperating in such a sleep-deprived state had knocked Remus out, whisking him away to the peaceful dreamland he’d been neglecting for weeks. Allowing time to set up the quaint cottage, packing away belongings and gathering some ingredients from the market nearby, everything ready for a weekend of peace before heading back to a life on the brink of war.

“Well, how did I ever get lucky enough to be in the position to love you?” Pulling his hand towards your lips as you placed a chaste kiss between his knuckles before allowing his calloused fingers to interlock with your gentle ones. “So, darling, what do you want to do first?”

A low hum emitted from his chest as he feigned deep thought, sending a chuckle through your stomach at his childish persona. Through the cracks of his responsibility, cracks he only showed with you nowadays, Remus Lupin was still very much a childish Marauder.

“I believe we should have a picnic by the river. Swimming and strawberries sound like the perfect relaxation remedy. But first.” His words were halted by your shriek of surprise at his lean arms lifting you off your feet and into his cradled arms. “I have missed out on weeks of cuddles, so I have to resolve that issue first.”

Giggling with flushed cheeks, eyes melding with his as you soaked up each ounce of love he offered. “How could I ever say no to such an important task. Lead the way, my love”

The echoes of laughter filled the house, building the atmosphere of joy that the lovers so desperately sought. Weight of the upcoming war laid uncomfortably on every witch and wizard within the UK. But here, hidden between ancient willows and winding rivers, there was only peace, there was only them and that was all that mattered.

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this broke my heart

Borrowed time | readerxDad!Remus

p.s I hate myself for this

Warning : angst, my grammar lmao, death, blood, curse words, kinda gore, its bloody sad, uh i made a curse i guess.

A little note : this is kinda rushed, idk i just wanna put some backstory there and it came out so rushed LMAO SORRY <3 oh, and I kinda… Made a new curse(?) I based it off of Sev’s sectumsempra with a little (lots) of help from gtranslate.

Sectum : to cut open

Argenteus : woven in silver

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