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cult-of-husbandos · 1 year ago

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yami ai [yandere] - Hot Yandere Singles Near You

synopsis: you click on a random pop-up ad and are visited by weird smiling man in suit.

genre: pure crack (like fr), fluff, tbh there's not really a plot

word count: 4.4k

warnings: implied stalking

Isn’t insomnia just the worst? Like, seriously? What’s the point of being a human being with antiquated thoughts and impressive cognitive and motor skills when your brain fights you on the most basic stuff. For example, like sleeping!!

You must’ve refreshed YouTube and Twitter over a thousand times. Over 8 billion people in the world and there’s no new content anywhere? You groaned and jumped back over onto Twitter, silently praying and pleading for something new to show up on your feed. Maybe a wacky billionaire got eaten by a mob of homeless people or maybe a news article about a Floridian doing something gross and outrageous and virtually impossible.

But nope. Nothing.

Not a single thing piqued your interest. You groaned again and looked at the time on your dimly lit phone. It was past 2 a.m. and you were bored out of your mind. You then lazily clicked on Google and sighed.

‘Maybe someone posted a new fanfic over something…’ you hoped. And even if there wasn’t a new fic uploaded you’ll just read the old ones you favorited. Perhaps reading something might put you to sleep.

As you were scrolling through your favorite ship tags, you were startled by a pop up ad covering up 90% of the screen and flashing emojis.

“Ugh… seriously?” you groaned. “They should make ad-blockers on phones for this shit.” You squinted at the bright lettering emanating from your phone even though it was at the lowest brightness setting.

⚠️(99+) Hot Yandere Singles NEAR YOU⚠️

Yandere’s…? Singles? Near me?

The pop-up ad had flashing peach, cherry, and eggplant emojis with a water splash emoji at the end to signify… well, you’re not sure what it was trying to signify. On the sides of the ad, it showed pictures of very gorgeous men and women, all striking suggestive poses. Underneath the title was a small summary that read. ‘These lonely desperate yanderes wanna meet you! They’ll most likely find you anyway, but wouldn’t you rather be the honey to a bee instead of a fly? Try it NOW for FREE!! No hookups! No catfishes! No sign ups!’ Then below that were a few empty boxes to fill out requiring your personal information.

"..."

Was this a porn ad?!

No way at 2:45 in the freaking morning did you just get a porn pop-up ad while googling mafia au fanfiction. This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe it was prank and someone was just fucking with you. And how and why would there be 99+ yanderes in your area?! You couldn’t be surrounded by that many psychos. Could you? Whatever the case may be, it was now past 2 a.m. and as the rule of life states ‘Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.’. You don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or just reckless curiosity, but you gave your shoulders a shrug and mumbled a ‘fuck it’ as you put in your information. Your name, number, gender, age, preferred sex, email, and mailing address. As you clicked submit and continued scrolling, you gave very little thought about how this would go down.

On one hand, the ad turns out to be real and you get a partner out of this. Or

You get quartered, stalked, doxxed, and murdered like the dumbass you are for putting your personal info into a sketchy porno-like pop-up on Google.

Or, it turns out to be a prank and some asshole sitting in a basement has a good laugh at you.

Meh. You’ll deal with it in the morning.

*****

You were jolted awake with the sound of rapid knocking coming from your front door. You groaned into your pillow as you tried to ignore the person desperately wanting your attention from outside your apartment. You finally got some sleep only for it to get interrupted. Only minutes and minutes of continued knocking without any signs of letting up, you decide to get up and shoo away whoever it was. You wearily grabbed your phone to check the time.

8:02 a.m.

You huffed as you stormed towards the front door.

“If this a fucking Jehova’s Witness, I swear to god…” you grumbled. You swung open the door and threw the person a harsh glare, only to be met with popping sounds as confetti flew in your face.

“Good morning, my dear darling~!! Are you ready to begin on the road to happiness and love?” the stranger shouted a far too happy tone for 8 in the morning.

You took a step back in shock, fully awake as you waved and dusted the confetti from your face and hair. You looked the strange man up and down. He was smiling ear to ear and wore an expensive looking suit to warm for the summer weather. A briefcase stood right beside him along with dozens of other party poppers and a white plastic bag filled with brown bottles with oddly enough no labels on them. You looked at the man’s face. He was surprisingly attractive and without a single flaw anywhere. His hair was jet black and shined a very prominent gloss. You were honestly kind of embarrassed to be seen by him when you looked like such a mess. The man let out a chuckle.

“Oh my.” he said, gently putting his hand over his mouth with vague concern. “I hope I didn’t startle you too much. I probably should’ve sent you an email notifying you of the time I was coming. I’m sorry that must’ve been a troubling awakening.”

You quirked your eyebrow and took another step back, grabbing onto the doorknob so that you could slam it right in his face if things got too weird.

“And… you are?”

“Oh my, oh my. Where are my manners? How careless of me to assume.” The man bowed with a curtsy. “I am the ‘Matchmaker’. My job is to pair two people with their fated soulmate and give each of my clients their happily ever after. It’s very nice to meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

You felt a chill crawl down your spine. How’d this weirdo know your name?! You tried to close the door as fast as you could, but the ‘Matchmaker’ was even faster. He clicked his tongue at you, his smile unchanging, but his eyes seemed to harden his gentle tone.

“My, how rude. Is that any way to treat a guest?” He let out another chuckle. “You’ll never find love that way.”

“H-How did you know my name?” you stuttered.

Again, another chuckle. What was so funny? “My dear~. You gave it to me.”

What the hell was he talking about? How could you have given this creep your name? Was he a stalker? A junkie? Noticing the confusion on your face, the man spoke up again.

“Oh my dear. Do you really not remember?” he asked, tilting his head in feign innocence. “You filled out an ad to meet singles in your area. And here I am, coming to fulfill that ad.”

You eased up on the tension you had on the door and tilted your head in surprised confusion. “That was a real ad?”

The man stood up tall and smiled earnestly again. “Of course. However, you are the first person to actually fill out that ad. Really, this is more of a celebration to both of us.”

Huh, so the pop-up ad was real.

Not a prank.

And now there’s a psycho standing at your front door promising you a partner from an actual yandere.

“I honestly thought it was a prank. I mean… yanderes? Isn’t that just an anime thing?”

“Oh, I assure you my darling.” he said with a snide smirk. “Yanderes are real. And when they heard about signing up, it was like tossing chicken in a sea of alligators. All clamoring to be the first person to take a bite.”

Okay, gross but kind of sweet.

“May I come in?”

“Huh?”

“Well, my dear. It would be easier to come in and talk through the process of how this goes instead of standing here.”

“Oh, um… Suuuree-”

“Great! My my darling~. What a lovely home. Very well decorated.” The man quickly strided into your house and made himself comfortable in your living room, looking as if he was analyzing every detail about your house.

Richard Chase would’ve loved your dumbass.

You shut the door and followed him into your own apartment and offered him a seat on your couch. Might as well, right? You’ve gone this far and you're still alive.

“Umm…” you hesitantly shifted from one foot to another. “Do you… um… want some coffee maybe? Or tea? Maybe a glass of water? If you haven;t eaten breakfast yet, I whip you up something.”

Yeah, sure. Feed the man with only a title for a name and waltzed right into your house after showing up after you put in your personal information into a random pop-up ad at 3 a.m. promising you a happy life with hot single yanderes in your area. You are the pinnacle of human genius. The apex of natural selection. The creme de la creme of common sense. Charles Darwin would be so impressed.

“How thoughtful. Just coffee would be fine. Thank you.”

After brewing a quick pot, you sat across from the man facing him heads on and gently slid him his steaming cup. After a while of taking little sips in weird silence, he spoke up again.

“Before we continue, I’d just like to say: Thank you so much for applying for this wonderful opportunity!! Not many people would click on an ad requiring doxxing information to meet their soulmates! Again, congrats on being our number one willing client!”

“Willing client?” you asked.

“Well, of course! For some reason, humans seem to really love the idea of a yandere until there’s one standing on their front porch!” he laughed.

“Humans? I’m sorry. Are you not human, Mr…?”

“Ah ah! No need for formalities! Just ‘The Matchmaker’ or simply ‘Matchmaker’.

“Oh, so… you don’t have a true name? Or is that just a title?”

“Oh darling~.” he sang sweetly. “That’s none of anyone’s fucking business, is it?”

Your eyes widened and let out a nervous chuckle. “Okay, got it! Just Matchmaker. Lovely name. Adore it. In fact, I love when strange mysterious men only give a title for a name.” What the hell does that even mean? You had no idea what you were saying anymore.

“Heh, smart cookie.” He winked. “Shall we begin?”

“Um, yeah, so… how does this work exactly?” you finally asked.

“Simple, my dear darling. Think of this as an ordinary matchmaking appointment. I have a stack of potential soulmates all ready to meet you. I have the same information about them that I also have of you. Each potential soulmate also has a picture so if you don’t really feel up to meeting face-to-face just yet you can look over the picture and see who captures your heart.”

“Face-to-face? So these guys have my picture too?” “Of course! And might I say, those pictures don’t do you justice. In all my years in this business, I’ve never seen such an obsession and overload of potential soulmates for just one person.”

You lightly blushed. “I-I don’t know about that… I barely got any sleep last night so I probably look like a zombie right now…”

“Au contraire, Darling. You look absolutely stunning. If I weren’t such a professional I would burn all these forms and claim you as my one and only~.”

You felt your entire face flush red as the Matchmaker pierced your soul with his longing gaze. It felt like he was staring into your very essence – like he could read you like a book. You nervously cleared your throat and shifted your eyes away, hoping to bring down your blush.

“S-So! Um… should we get started?” you stuttered, internally kicking yourself for being so easily flustered by a couple of smooth words. Ted Bundy would’ve had a field day with your dumbass.

“Ready whenever you are, my dear.” The Matchmaker set his briefcase on your coffee table and pulled out a single form and slid it over towards you. “Let’s start off with an easy one.”

You looked at the form along with the picture of a very attractive man paperclipped to the paper. According to the form, his name is Hamazawa Akita. He was in his early 20’s, had a varying array of hobbies from hiking to scuba diving, and was very much in love with you.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Hm, well, he’s very cute. And very active.”

“Would you like to meet him?”

“Um, sure… is there a number I could call or…?”

“No need! We can bring him in right now.” The Matchmaker snapped his fingers and you whipped your head towards the front door where Akita strolled in, all smiles. You looked back over the Matchmaker. “Did I not lock my door? Wait. More importantly, how’d he get here?!”

The Matchmaker smiled. “My dear, when you’re in this business you pick up a few tricks.” He then turned his attention towards Akita who now stood in the middle of the living room. “No. 1 would you like to introduce yourself?”

Akita stood tall and his eyes seemed to beam directly at you. “My name is Hamazawa Akita. Ever since I saw your picture I’ve dreamed about sweeping you off your feet and claiming you all to myself!”

“So, like 8 hours ago?”

“Yes!! But those hours feel like years when being away from you.”

“Hmm.”

“So, what do you think? Are you feeling the butterflies?”

You looked up Akita up and down and your face twisted as if you’re deciding on whether or not to buy a car or a piece of clothing.

“Um, to be honest my guy. I’m not feeling it.”

“Huh?”

“Excuse me, my darling?”

“Weeeelllll…. I mean, don’t get me wrong! You’re very attractive and your words are sweet, but I don’t think I believe any of it. Like, you just admitted to wanting me all to yourself only 8 hours ago, but I don’t really feel anything. Not even a shiver.”

The Matchmaker and Akita both looked at each other like they weren’t really expecting that. With a quick wave of his hand, Akita slumped his shoulders and headed towards your front door. You shouted out an apology as the dejected suitor walked out.

“Well, I didn’t expect that. I don’t normally get such competent clients. At least those that get past kicking and screaming.” The Matchmaker grinned. You shrugged.

“I guess I just know what I like. All the anime I’ve watched kind of gives you that high standard of what makes a yandere a real yandere, y’know?”

He nodded. “I cannot agree more. Well, we have plenty more where that came from. Shall we continue?”

*****

Papers were strewn across your coffee table in an unorganized fashion as both you and your estranged guest were tired beyond belief. You had no idea how many hours had passed nor how many guests were in and out of your apartment. You’re honestly surprised none of your neighbors complained or called the police. Your apartment would’ve looked like a clown car if anyone had been watching from the outside. You honestly lost count after No. 256. You let out another yawn and laid on your side trying your best to keep your eyes open. Maybe 2 hours of sleep wasn’t enough for the multiple interviews you had to conduct today. Maybe your 9th grade biology teacher was right. Maybe you are going to die alone. A weary sigh brought you from your thoughts.

“My, my. You are definitely the most high standard client I’ve ever had. I didn’t think we’d get to the triple digits in just one day.”

You also sighed and sat up in your seat. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… All these guys are cute and all, but they’re all lacking something. They’re either too forceful or not forceful enough. Too wimpy or too strong. Or too obsessed or just incredibly so lovesick that I feel like they’d fall in love with just about anyone who’d be willing. Ugh, why can’t this be simpler like adopting an animal?” You groaned. You also hadn’t thought this would take this long. You didn’t really think of yourself as having high standards until today. Until today, you’d be happy with anyone close to you in age and with a heartbeat. Who knew picking out a yandere soulmate would be so challenging. And who knew that there’d be so many willing participants! The Matchmaker reached into his briefcase and pulled another stack of forms and slid them over to you. There must be at least over a hundred papers in front of you. How did he have so many?!

“How about we switch things up, hm? You’ll look over the papers and when you see someone that catches your eye, I’ll bring him in.” He made it sound like you were adopting a dog or a cat. But if this made it go any faster, you were willing to try.

After about 3 more stacks of papers, you were starting to lose hope and patience. When you got to the last few papers, you stopped dead in your tracks. Woah baby!

“Woah baby!” you exclaimed.

“Did you find someone you like?” The Matchmaker asked hopefully.

“Oh yeah. This guy.” You showed him the paper. He furrowed his brows a little.

“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember this man. His name and face don’t seem familiar.”

“Really? Maybe he’s a late entry or something?”

Matchmaker stroked his chin in thought. “I’ll go check it out. Be right back, dear. I’m very sorry for this inconvenience.”

You waved off his apology with a smile and he left your apartment. You then leaned back with a groan. You just wanted to find your ‘soulmate’ or whatever and move on with this day. You closed your eyes for a second and waited patiently for Matchmaker to come back.

Tap tap tap

Just like deja vu, you were awoken by rapid knocking. Except this time it wasn’t coming from your front door.

Tap tap tap tap

It sounds like it’s coming from… your window?

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

You quickly got up and walked towards your window and opened it.

“Woah!” You jumped back a little as you were met face to face with the man that you had picked out and that the Matchmaker went to go find.

‘Wow… he’s even cuter in person!!’

He let out a delicious chuckle and gave you a charming smile.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, darling~. Hehe, though I think that fear in your eyes was worth it. So adorable~.” For the second time today, a complete weirdo stranger has made you blush. Wait…

“Wait! I don’t have a balcony and I’m on the third floor. How’d you-?” You peeked over the window to see if he was pulling a Criss Angel.

“I have incredible grip strength~.” he winked.

“Oooh I’m sure~.” you swooned. For a weirdo, he was a smooth talking weirdo.

“Oh, I got these for you, sweetheart~.” He pulled himself up and sat on your windowsill and pulled out a bouquet of roughly cut flowers from behind him. You gasped and grabbed them, giving them a smell.

“These are my favorite!! How did you know? I don’t think that was one of the pieces of info required for the Matchmaker.” you asked.

The stranger chuckled. “Easy. I never filled out that stupid application.”

You looked up from your flowers and titled your head like a confused puppy.

“I already know everything about you. I don’t need a stupid piece of paper to tell me what I already know about you. Like, how I know that you have secret sweets hidden all throughout your room. Or that whenever you have a good day you love to sing Stray Kids.”

He inched closer to you as you backed up further into the room.

“You won’t eat frozen pizza, but every so often you eat a lobster roll from a food truck from Gary on Main St.. You have life destroying evidence of your boss that you’re planning on using on your last day. You’ve seen the Barbie movie 5 times. And…”

You felt your legs hit the couch and tried to keep yourself from falling onto your back like a defenseless turtle.

“Your favorite anime is… Dar-” You quickly covered the stranger’s mouth with a furious blush.

“I only watch it ironically!! I don’t love it! It’s not my favorite!” you quickly clarified. The gravity of the situation was made perfectly clear after that. This man really knew all about you. Honestly, you’re so loud that you’re pretty sure that people on the ground outside could hear you singing. And you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings so it's easy for someone to know that you eat from a food truck every other week at specific times. But, knowing your favorite secretly watched anime?

“W-Who… are you?” you stuttered. You’re pretty sure you already knew the answer.

He laughed and you felt his lips brush against your fingers. You blushed and tried to pull back, only to be stopped by his hands.

“Sweetie~. You already know who I am.” He grabbed the paper from the stack and put it next to his face. “See? I’m Yami Ai. Your soulmate.”

Before you could even process what was happening, you were gently pushed onto the couch with Yami hovering over you holding your hands beside your head. You couldn’t stop the blush erupting from your neck to your face. Your heart was beating way too fast and your stomach felt jumpy and queasy. Butterflies.

You cleared your throat. “Um… so, if you didn’t fill out a form then how come The Matchmaker had your profile and picture? And why didn’t you use the front door?”

Yami smirked and leaned in closer. “It’s pretty simple to pull off when your apartment does security checks on new guests entering the building.”

“But, my apartment doesn’t–” you stopped. “Ooooh… So you impersonated a security guard, slipped your profile and info into his briefcase, and were planning on showing up as one of the potential singles? That’s… convoluted. But, smart.” You shrugged. “And since you obviously knew which floor I was on and which window was mine, I assume you’ve been watching me for a while and were watching me last night when I couldn’t sleep?”

Yami laughed again. “You are so smart~. You really catch on quickly, don’t you?”

You shrugged again with a nervous smile. “W-Well, obviously not smart enough to not put in my personal info and have strange men come in and out of my apartment.”

Yami was quick to turn his gentle smile into a hard, harsh frown. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and you winced under the force he placed in you.

“You know, my darling. It’s partially my fault. If I hadn’t backed out and taken you that night, you’d never be in this situation. With those men eyeing you up and down like you were theirs. Having that smiling freak calling you ‘dear’ and ‘darling’ when only I can call you that. I was planning on getting rid of the competition, but you did that for me.”

Yami loosened his grip and lifted you up, staring into your eyes. You blushed again.

“Rejection after rejection. Some guys didn’t even get 2 words out before you turned away. Of course my darling would only want the most perfect man. Isn’t that right, darling~?”

“Hehehe~” you leaned in with a giggle. “You’re so sweet~.”

You are such a baby for flattery.

*****

“My dear darling, I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long, but I could not find this person you–” Matchmaker explained, rushing in and stopping dead in his tracks when he saw both you and Yami, the man who left 30 minutes ago to go find, eating breakfast in the living room.

Sitting in his lap.

And feeding each other.

“Oh! Matchmaker!” you exclaimed, quickly swallowing your food. You didn’t notice Yami tightening his grip on your waist nor did you notice the cold glare and tense atmosphere enveloping the room. “Look who I found~.”

“I see…” he said hesitantly.

“He climbed up the building and came in through the window.”

“My~. How romantic~.” he sang. “So, I take it that you are satisfied with your soulmate? Or… do you wish to continue searching?” he asked teasingly. Before Yami could say anything, you quickly spoke again.

“Yep! I’m sure.” You ruffled Yami’s hair and nuzzled up against him. “I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.” Yami hugged you closer to his chest as you giggled. “Plus, he makes the most amazing breakfast in the world, so extra points!” you cheered. You reached out towards the Matchmaker’s briefcase.

“Here you go! I put all the papers back in for you.”

Matchmaker quickly walked over and grabbed his briefcase along with your hand. “Well, my dear. It’s been an honor. You are truly the most remarkable and memorable client I have ever had.” he said with a bow and made his way towards the door. However, before leaving he chuckled and looked back at the both of you. “Although, it’s a shame,” he sighed. “Maybe if I had stayed, I would’ve snatched you up myself.”

And with a final loud laugh, The Matchmaker disappeared, but not before Yami stood up to lounge and attack the fleeting man like a guard dog. You snorted and caressed his face to calm him down. “Relax, Yami. He’s just joking.”

“Well, I hated his joke. Fuckin’ freak…” he grumbled. “And it’s Ai. You’re mine now. You should get used to calling each other by our first names.”

You smiled and leaned against him. “Okay, Ai. Whatever you say.”

“And if a man comes to the door, never EVER answer it, got it!”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious, darling. I’ll gouge their eyes out right in front of you.”

“Yes sir.”

The rest of your life was going to be very interesting. Suck it, Ms. Braxton. I guess you’re the one dying alone. Because you have a yandere boyfriend! And she has gonorrhea. Bitch.

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a/n: this is so shit. i'm so sorry that i've been MIA for a while. work has been pretty crazy and i haven't really felt much motivated to write. however, i'm trying to get back into it now. with this goofy shit. kind of a joke piece, but i needed to write something silly and not serious at all to relax. (also i've been writing since 4 a.m., so...) anyways, i'm going to try and update regulary or at least post something.

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chocolateremus · 1 month ago

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Secret admirer.

Pairings: Remus x Fem!reader

Warnings: Weirdo reader, sh, scars. Slow burn but it's worth it please trust me ☹️💔

Summary ! Remus found himself slowly falling inlove with you, but doesn't have the courage to tell you the reason he has so many scars, but what happens when he sees you do too?

Word count: 5.92k words

Masterlist

Early morning, the cold air hit, the smell of fresh trees and rain hits so perfectly, he saw the same girl from yesterday spoke to Lily. You. Remus stood several feet away, pretending to be doing something else as he watched Lily and the strange girl speak. He continued to feign interest in a nearby tree as he watched them out of the corner of his eye, listening to their conversation.

Every time he looks toward your way, he feels his heart skipping a beat. Always. Remus's attention was brought away from the nearby girls as he heard James and Sirius's voices carry over from a short distance away. He turned his head, watching as James and Sirius argued with each other, obviously challenging each other on something that Remus couldn't hear. After a moment, he turned back, only to see that Lily and the girl were gone now.

Remus stared at the empty spot where the girls had been standing moments ago, feeling a strange sense of emptiness now that they were gone. He had a lingering suspicion that he was forgetting something, but couldn't quite place what. He ran a hand through his messy hair before looking back down at his book, trying to focus on the words on the pages, but he couldn't help but remain distracted, his heart still feeling weird and a slight ache in his chest.

Remus found himself drawn to the sight of this mysterious girl. Every time he sees you, your sweet shy smile, the way you elegantly carried herself. He often found himself wondering how he had never noticed you before. Every morning, he would wake up early, just to catch a glimpse of you. Today, he found you in the common room, having tea with Mary. He made his way over to them, under the guise of wanting to get some tea.

Remus couldn't help but smile as he heard your laughter, your soft, melodious giggles carrying themselves through the air. The smell of your sweet scent filled his nose as he got closer and closer to the pair. His heart rate slowly picked up slightly as he walked over, wanting to be closer to you.

"Oh- Hi Remus!" Mary greeted him, Remus snapped out of his own thoughts as he heard Mary's voice, realizing that he was now standing in front of you two, tea completely forgotten.

"Hi Mary. How are you?"

His eyes darted to the mysterious girl, noticing the way your face lit up when you saw him, your sweet smile making his heart flutter in his chest.

"We're doing great. Tea?" Mary asked, the mysterious girl has an odd sense of style, something you would see outside of Hogwarts, lots of beads, bracelets or charms on your wrist, necklaces, color mix.

Remus nodded, his eyes remaining fixed on the mysterious girl. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but be drawn to you. He watched the way you fiddled with the bracelet charms on her wrist, all while watching the light play in your eyes with the smile on your face.

"Yeah, some tea would be great. Thanks, Mary."

"It's mountain tea, Lyn got it from her trip to Athens." Mary said, Remus smiled at the mention of the mysterious girl's name, Lyn. It was a pretty name that seemed to fit you so well. You muttered a hi, Remus saw that you were shy, and soft-spoken too. Anyone could tell from the first look, giving a sense of comfort for some reason.

He watched the way your eyes darted to the tea, a soft, shy smile on your lips, but there was something else, something that drew him to you even more.

"Hey ho Moony!" A slap on Remus back made him spit the drink out slightly. Remus's eyes widened in surprise as he felt James's hand slap against his back, the sudden action causing him to spit out some of the tea.

"Prongs, what the hell was that for?"

"Sorry, we just pranked Snivellus,and it was totally the best prank ever." James said, before plopping down next to Remus, so did Sirius.

"Oh, really? What did you do this time?"

He asked, before noticing Sirius sitting down next to him, the two of them now effectively sandwiching him between them.

"It's a secret!" Sirius said, before snatching the tea from Remus hand and chugging it. Remus scowled as Sirius snatched the tea from his hand, the last drop of his tea now being quickly siphoned up by his friend.

"Hey! That was my tea, you arsehole."

"no worries yea? Sweet Lynnie has more yes?"

Remus rolled his eyes again, before looking over to 'Sweet Lynnie' as Sirius called you, noting the way the nickname seemed to cause your pale cheeks to flush with a slight blush.

"Get me more would ya darling?"

Remus rolled his eyes at Sirius's request, knowing that his friend could easily get tea himself instead of having the girl do it for him. He looked over at you, watching as your cheeks flushed a little more with a soft blush when you were called 'darling.' Remus continued to watch the girl as you hesitantly agreed to get more tea for Sirius. He noticed the way you fidgeted with a bracelet on your wrist as you pushed yourself up out of the chair, the action drawing Remus's attention again to the several charms, beads, and jeweled bangles that adorned your delicate wrists.

Remus couldn't help but notice the bandages that peeked out from beneath the bangles on her wrists. He wondered, somewhat concerned, about what type of injury she might have that would require bandages.

He found himself watching the way she moved and carried herself, the grace and elegance in her every action. Remus found his eyes constantly drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𐙚 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

It's been a while since, Remus tried to talk to you but never had the big courage to, always chicken out at the last moment. Well. Until now.

The picnic party held by Lily was fun, really. Near the lake, Remus said James and Sirius competing to see who could swim the farthest. Remus watched as James and Sirius competed with each other in the lake, their friendly competition putting a smile on his face. But his focus was soon drawn away from them, towards the tree line, when he noticed you. Seated on a swing, idly swinging back and forth, looking so isolated and lonely. He couldn't explain why, but the sight of you alone on the swing, all by yourself, tugged at something in his chest.

Remus watched you on the swing from afar for a few more moments, feeling the odd aching feeling in his chest grow stronger. His eyes lingered on your lonely and isolated form by the tree line, before slowly finding the courage to walk closer to you. His heart rate becoming increasingly faster with every step. As he approached the swing where you sat, he couldn't help but notice every little detail about you, the way you looked, your hair, your eyes, the way you held yourself, everything. Finally, he came to a stop right next to the swing, a small distance between the two of you.

Remus hesitated for a moment, gathering up the confidence to speak to you, before finally breaking the silence that hung between the two of you.

"Erm... mind if I..."

He motioned towards the vacant swing next to you as you nodded. Remus gave you a small smile in response and muttered a soft 'thanks' before carefully sitting down on the vacant swing next to you. The two of you sat there together, a brief moment of awkward silence between you, before Remus opened his mouth to speak once more.

"So... why are you all alone over here?"

"Oh I just like being alone.. y'know?" Remus nodded a little bit in understanding, his eyes continuing to dart around your form, not able to help himself from noticing your appearance. He found your answer a bit strange, but he didn't comment on it further.

"Y-Yeah, I get that. Nothing wrong with a little peace and quiet... although, being alone at parties can kind of, y'know, suck sometimes."

A brief moment of silence fell again as Remus struggled to find something else to say, wanting to continue the conversation. He searched his mind for something, anything, to fill the silence that settled over the two of you, but nothing came to mind. So, he ended up just staring at you for a moment, studying your features and looking at how the soft light of the sun played across your face.

"Hey how'd you get so many scars..? Your face.." *Remus's head snapped up as you suddenly spoke, the question slightly catching him off guard. He automatically reached up to his face, gently tracing a finger along a few of the scars that marked his cheek, before letting his hand fall away once more.*

"Ah, these? It's... kind of a long story, actually." Remus's head snapped up as you suddenly spoke, the question slightly catching him off guard. He automatically reached up to his face, gently tracing a finger along a few of the scars that marked his cheek, before letting his hand fall away once more. Remus mentally cursed to himself slightly as he tried to think of what exactly to say. The truth was definitely not an option. You were a normal student, someone who clearly knew nothing of the magical world, let alone a werewolf. He couldn't exactly just say 'oh, you know, lycanthropy.'

So, he tried to think of an excuse, a reason for the scars on his face other than the truth. But unfortunately, it wasn't coming to him.

"Ah, these? It's... kind of a long story, actually."

Remus's eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the glimpse of white once again peeking out from under your bracelets. That same aching, fluttery feeling in his chest returned, stronger than before as it ached at the thought that you might be hurt, that something was wrong. Without thinking much, he spoke before he could stop himself.

"Hey, erm... those bandages-" He gestured to your wrist. "Are you... okay?"

"Uhh.. yea."

Remus studied your face closely as you spoke, not quite believing you. He couldn't explain why, he just felt his protective, over-worried nature taking over. He couldn't bring himself to look away from the bandages on your wrist, the faint ache in his chest refusing to go away.

"You sure? I mean... you're wearing bandages for a reason..."

"Yea.. it's just I'm really clumsy. I have bruises here and there."

Remus didn't seem fully convinced by your answer, his eyes still trained on the bracelets around your wrist. He noted the way your fingers instinctively fiddled with them, as if trying to conceal something.

"You sure it's just from being clumsy...? Seems a little excessive just for some bruises..."

"No .. this one I fell off my bike around some branches." Remus watched you closely, his heart rate picking up a bit at your statement. Something was off; he could tell that there was something more to the story than you were letting on. He wanted to press further, to ask more questions, but he held himself back, not wanting to pry too much.

"And what about the other one? The one on your other wrist...?"

"same thing.. I was holding onto my bike handles."

Remus studied your face, his eyebrows furrowing once more. He wasn't quite sure if he believed what you were saying, the way you fidgeted with the bracelets around your wrists setting off alarm bells in his head. He decided to press a little further, wanting to get to the bottom of the mystery.

"And how often does this happen...? You falling off your bike and ending up with bandages on your wrists...?"

"Just this once.. my brakes broken and I didn't notice."

Remus nodded slightly, digesting the information. He still had a lingering suspicion that there was more to the story than you were letting on, but he didn't want to seem too pushy or nosy. He let the silence fall between the two of you as he continued to watch you, studying the way you fidgeted with the bangles on your wrists and the way the sunlight played across your face. Purple cardigan, mesh skirt over jeans, hair charms, sun symbol necklace and tons of charms, bangles, beads and metals on your wrist, nothing about you looked normal. Rather odd.

Remus let his eyes roam over your form, taking in every little detail about you. He found himself slightly fascinated by you, the way you looked so different from all other girls at Hogwarts, with your own unique, and slightly strange, style. His mind was filled with so many questions. Who are you? Where are you from? Why do you look like this, act like this? Why does his heart always flutter whenever he's near you?

"Do you think I'm weird?" Remus blinked slightly in surprise at your question, his thoughts being interrupted by the suddenness of your words. He looked at you, studying your face, noticing the insecure, hesitant look you had. He felt his heartstrings tug at the sight, something inside him wanting to reassure you.

"No, not weird... just... different." He answered honestly, a small smile on his lips.

"...Are you different too?"

Remus paused at your question, his eyes darting away as he considered his answer. In some ways, he was different. He knew that much. His condition made sure of that. He was a ticking time bomb, cursed to transform into a mindless beast every full moon, unable to control himself. He looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours, a small smile on his lips.

"Yeah... I guess you could say I'm different too."

"Do you like being different?" Remus let a moment of silence fall again as he considered your question. It was something he had thought about before, whether he liked being different or not. Being different was what set him apart from others, made him unique.

But at the same time, it also made him an outsider, an outcast. Someone who didn't quite fit in.

He looked back at you, his eyes locking onto yours, before he answered.

"Sometimes. But it can also be lonely."

"But we can be weird together right?"

Remus couldn't help but let out a soft, light laugh at your comment. He felt his heart flutter a bit in his chest again, the small, almost vulnerable, smile on his lips growing wider in response to your words. The suggestion that the two of you could be different and weird together, that he wasn't alone in his loneliness, filled him with a strange, comforting warmth.

"Yeah.. I think I'd like that."

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Over the weeks Remus felt like he couldn't ever think he could like you more. You were fun, shy, soft-spoken and so lovable, but him disappearing for about 3 days and coming back with scars wasn't really the best thing to do, it gravelly concerned you. Sitting in the common room, Remus couldn't help but feel your stares on his scars.He could sense the curiosity and concern in your gaze, as you studied the new scars that adorned his face. He fidgeted uncomfortably under your stare, his hands instinctively coming up to cover the scars, as if he was trying to hide them from your eyes. He didn't want you to see him like this, to see the evidence of his curse.

Remus let out a small sigh of relief as you finally looked away, the weight of your gaze lifting from him. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the sight of you avoiding his eyes, though. He found himself wanting your eyes on him again, yearning for that familiar sense of warmth and comfort that your gaze provided. But he knew that he shouldn't keep this up, knew that he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted to. Remus's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the new bandage wrapped around your wrist again, peeking out from underneath the bangles and charms that adorned it. He found himself feeling a pang of worry and concern at the sight, the nagging thought that there was more to your story than you were letting on, still lingering in his mind. He had to resist the urge to reach out and ask what had happened, to gently pull back the layers of metal and beads that hid the mystery beneath.

The sound of your bracelets clinging together as you flipped the page of the book on your lap filled the otherwise silent room, creating a light, almost melodic sound. Remus, seated on the sofa next to you, found himself unable to focus on the book in his hands, his mind too distracted by your presence next to him. He snuck a glance at you out of the corner of his eye, studying your face, noting the way the light played off your features, before quickly looking away again. Remus watched as you stood up, closed your book, and headed towards the stairs to your dorm. A small pang of disappointment filled him at the thought of you leaving, not wanting you to leave just yet. He found himself wanting to keep you there, talking with him for just a bit longer.

"Night, sweetheart." He said in a soft voice, his eyes following your movements as you walked away. The room was quiet and still, the late hour leaving most students sound asleep in their dorm rooms. However, Remus found himself wide awake, his mind still in turmoil.

A small part of him yearned to be there, to hold you close and whisper silly words into your ear, to watch over you as you slept. But he knew he couldn't, no matter how badly he wanted to.

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The days continued as the heat and humidity of summer slowly started setting in. Remus found himself often in a state of sweat and discomfort, the heat not exactly helping his restlessness at night.

His eyes couldn't help but be drawn to your wrists, where the bandages around them peeked out from underneath the bangles and bracelets you still wore. The nagging feeling that there was more to the mystery of your wrist continued to linger in his mind.

Remus couldn't help but notice the way you were dressed. Weird clothing combos with all your jewelry and bracelets made for an endearing combination, not to mention the adorable way you held the popsicle up to his lips, offering him a taste of it. A small smile tugged at his lips at the sight, and he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter at the gesture.

"Trying to cool me down, princess?"

"It's really hot. Give it a taste! It's strawberry."

Remus chuckled softly, amused at your insistence that he try it. He leaned in and took a small bite of the popsicle, the sweet and tangy taste of strawberry hitting his tongue. He let out a small satisfied sigh, feeling the coolness of the treat bring a small relief from the heat.

"Mmm, it's good. Thanks, sweetheart."

Remus could feel his heart flutter in his chest as he watched you sucking on the popsicle, your stained lips and tongue making him feel a faint sense of jealousy. He tried to ignore it, telling himself it was silly, but he couldn't help it. The sight of you with your lips stained red and the popsicle stick in your hand was making his heart race.

His eyes still lingering on your lips, silently wishing he was the one you were sucking on instead.

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"Remus..."

Walking out of hogsmeade to Hogwarts was always a long way, it was even harder with the heat. Remus let out a soft sigh as he felt the heat press down on him once again. Sweat dripped down his forehead, causing his shirt to stick to his skin. He looked at you as you spoke, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, princess?"

"M'legs are tired."

Remus chuckled softly at your declaration, a gentle smile forming on his lips at your admission. He couldn't help but find your slightly whinny tone slightly adorable, a small part of him finding it endearing.

"Tired already? We're only halfway there, sweetheart."

Remus couldn't help but let out another chuckle as he saw the way you were standing, your legs bent and a slightly pleading look in your eyes. He knew you were tired, the heat and the long walk back to Hogwarts taking its toll on you.

He stopped walking for a moment, studying your form, a mixture of fondness and slight amusement in his eyes.

"Come here, princess." Remus held out his hand, gesturing for you to come closer. He had a small smirk on his lips, his eyes scanning your form, taking in the sight of you, tired and slightly whinny.

"C'mere. Hop up on my back."

You went over to him like a puppy before jumping on top on his back, your arm laid out to his neck, Remus wrapped his arms underneath your legs, securing you on his back as you jumped up on him. A small smile tugged at his lips as he felt your hand around his neck, the soft bandages on your wrist brushing against his skin and reminding him of their presence.

He started walking again, supporting you on his back, carefully minding your legs hanging over his arms.

"You comfortable up there, princess?"

"Yes.." Remus felt a small hint of relief at your response, glad that you seemed to be comfortable on his back. He carried on walking, the weight of you on his back not as heavy as he'd expected. Feeling your arms around his neck and your legs around his arms, he found himself liking the feeling of having you close to him.

He glanced down at the bandages on your wrist, his thoughts drifting to the mystery of what those scars were from. He wanted to know, but didn't want to pry.

Remus noticed your silence as he walked, a small pang of concern nagging in his mind. The usual chattiness that he had come to expect from you was strangely missing, and he couldn't help but wonder if something was bothering you.

He glanced at your wrist again, his eyes lingering on the bandages, before he spoke up, breaking the silence gently.

"You're quiet today, princess."

"M'tired."

Remus nodded in understanding, a small smile tugging at his lips at your tired confession.*

"I know you're tired, sweetheart, but we're almost back to the castle. We can rest then."

He found himself enjoying the weight of you on his back, the feeling of you so close to him somewhat comforting. He continued walking, slowly nearing Hogwarts.

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Remus's body was battered and bruised, the full moon transformation having taken its toll on him as always. He staggered into the prefect bathroom, the warm water running, and sank down into the bathtub with a sigh.

Hot baths had become something of a comfort for him lately. The heat soothed his aching muscles and numbed the physical pain, although the sight of the fresh bleeding scars brought a small pang of disgust.

His wet drenched hair didn't bother him, he wanted to go and collapse straight into his bed, he changed into his clothes and jumped straight into the bed alone since Sirius and James were sleeping at their girlfriends. but a familiar ring was heard, like noises that would come from your bracelets that clink each other, Remus's ears instinctively perked up at the sound of the clinking noise, the familiar ring instantly recognizable as it broke the quiet of the room. He sat up in his bed, his weary gaze scanning the room in search of the source. His tired mind quickly made the connection, knowing that sound all too well, a knock before the door opened, Remus already knew who it was.

"Hi.."

Remus smiled weakly as he heard your voice, his expression showing a mix of fatigue and relief as the door opened and you appeared before him.

"Hey, princess..."

He sat up a bit straighter in his bed, a small hint of sleep lingering in his eyes. Despite his exhaustion, seeing you brought a familiar sense of comfort.

"I've got chocolate.. uhm.. mind if I sit?" You asked, despite knowing he would say yes to you sitting on his bed, before giving him the crinkly golden wrapper inside with chocolate. Remus chuckled softly at your question, a small smile playing on his lips. Of course he didn't mind if you sat on his bed. In fact, he secretly found it endearing when you did.

"Of course. Come here, sweetheart."

He patted the empty spot next to him, beckoning you to sit down. His eyes stayed on yours, watching as you approached with the crinkled golden wrapper in hand.

"You okay..? I've noticed you've always been gone during the full moon.. and I just ..." You said, as you sat, his body tensed up. Remus's expression softened as you spoke, a pang of guilt tugging at his heart. He knew you were aware of his monthly 'disappearance', and he knew you must be worried about him. He let out a soft sigh, his gaze fixed on the empty space ahead of him for a moment before answering.

"I'm... I'm fine. It's just the full moon taking a toll on me. I promise I'm alright."

His voice was tired, but he tried to hide his exhaustion as best as he could from you.

"You're bleeding y'know?"

Remus was caught slightly off guard by your comment. He had almost forgotten about the fresh cuts and bleeding scars that marked his body, so used to them now that he hardly noticed the pain or the blood.

He looked down at his arms, the slashes and cuts still weeping blood, some already starting to form scars. He let out a small sigh.

"Ah...yeah, I guess I am...it's nothing, though. I'm fine."

"D'you have more of them..?"

Remus's eyes met yours as you asked your question, a flicker of vulnerability and hesitation in his gaze. He knew you meant well, but he didn't want to burden you with the knowledge of the full extent of his scars and the truth behind them.

"Yeah...I do."

He looked away, avoiding your gaze. The thought of showing you the rest of his scars was both terrifying and oddly comforting. He didn't want to see the look on your face once you had seen them in full. You knew that. You looked down as if thinking of doing something. Something that could change his view. A moment of silence before you spoke up.

"I'll show you mines if you show me yours."

*Remus's eyes widened slightly at your unexpected suggestion. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You were offering to show him your scars in exchange for seeing his.*

*A part of him wanted to protest, to resist the notion of revealing such intimate and vulnerable parts of themselves to each other. But another part of him, a larger part of him, couldn't deny the strange sense of comfort and understanding your offer had brought. He let out a shaky breath.

"You sure about this, princess?"

"Mhm.."

Remus's heart thumped heavily in his chest. Your agreement had both surprised and relieved him. He could see the sincere determination in your eyes.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was about to happen. With a mix of hesitation and courage, he reached for the hem of his shirt, grasping it tightly.

"Alright then, sweetheart...but you first."

Taking off the bunch of bracelets he had never seen you took of before, the same white bandage there had stains of red and orange, before peeling it off, deep red raw scars that's were in the process of healing appeared. Both sides of your wrist, his heart skipping a beat as the deep red, raw scars came into view. He had never seen your wrists bare like this before, so the image of the healing cuts was both shocking and distressing. He fought the urge to reach out and touch the fresh wounds, his hands clenching into fists to keep himself grounded.

"Sweetheart..."

He whispered, his voice thick with a mixture of pain and concern. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

".. I.. I wanna see yours."

Remus's heart ached at the sight of your wrists, but he knew that he had promised to show you his scars in return. With a mixture of reluctance and determination, he slowly lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing his own collection o scars that adorned his chest and arms.*

The scars were a stark contrast to his usually unblemished skin, a permanent mark of the pain and suffering he had endured. Deep cuts, scratches, and pale white lines were scattered across his body in various sizes and shapes. You stood quiet, the both of you did. Before your hand reached out, uncertain.

"Can I..?"

Remus's breath caught in his throat as your hand reached out towards his scars. He wasn't used to people seeing them, let alone touching them. But he nodded, knowing that he had agreed to this. He trusted you.

"Yeah...you can."

His voice was soft, a hint of trepidation mixed with a hint of relief. He watched as your hand inched closer, anticipation and nervous tension building in his chest.

Remus's breath hitched as your soft touch grazed over his chest and torso, his body responding to the gentle sensation with a mix of comfort. No one had ever touched his scars like this before, with such care and tenderness. It was an odd feeling, both intimate and soothing.

He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your hands tracing over his scars, like a salve to his wounded body and soul. A small sigh escaped his lips, tension melting away beneath your feather-light touch.

"My wrist are no the only ones though.."

Remus's eyes opened slowly as your words hit him, his mind registering the implications of your statement. He looked up at you, his gaze curious but caring.

"There's more?"

He whispered, his voice gentle and concerned. The revelation that there were more scars beyond your wrists caught him off guard, and a protective instinct stirred within him. Remus's heart ached as your silent indication confirmed his suspicions. His eyes trailed down to your stomach, even though he had already guessed where the scars might be.

A mixture of sadness and anger stirred within him. He had never guessed that you carried more scars than he had thought, but he was also strangely glad you had chosen to share this part of yourself with him.

"Can I...?"

He asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, his gaze fixed on your stomach. Remus watched as you nodded, giving him permission to see the scars on your stomach. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, before gently lifting the hem of your shirt, his hands trembling slightly.

He felt the smooth skin of your stomach beneath his fingers, a marked contrast to the scarred skin of his own body, as he slowly revealed your hidden wounds. He braced himself, preparing to see the evidence of your pain.

it wasn't deep, but they were long thin white lines over your stomach, long strides of it across your body. Remus's breath caught in his throat as he saw the scars across your stomach. They were long, thin, and white, evidence of past pain and struggles that hadn't faded completely from your body. His heart ached at the sight, and a mix of sadness and anger rose within him.

He traced his fingers lightly along the lines, careful not to press too hard or cause you pain, but unable to keep himself from touching them. The urge to comfort and protect you was strong, but he knew he had to tread carefully.

"Rem.."

Remus looked up from your stomach, his gaze meeting yours. A mix of emotions swam in his eyes - sadness, anger, and a deep sense of empathy for you. Your voice saying his name in such a soft, vulnerable tone made his heart ache even more.

"Yeah...?"

He whispered, his fingers still gently tracing over the scars on your stomach, his touch like a feather, his eyes not leaving your face. You held his face for a while, your hand rested against his cheek, before leaning closer and closer, uncertain. Remus didn't pull away as you held his face in your hand. He leaned into your touch, his cheek resting in your palm, the warmth of your skin against his a soothing comfort. As you leaned closer, he could feel the soft puffs of your breath mingling with his.

He could sense your uncertainty, your hesitation, and his heart hammered in his chest, a mixture of desire and nervousness coursing through his veins.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't-" Remus didn't allow you to pull back, his hands reaching up to grasp your wrist delicately, keeping you close to him. His eyes locked onto yours, his voice low and earnest.

"No, don't apologize...don't pull away."

He didn't know where this moment was heading, but he knew he didn't want it to end, not yet.

Remus searched your eyes, trying to understand the unspoken emotions and thoughts that flickered there. His heart raced, caught up in the intensity of the moment. He could feel your wrist beneath his fingers, the rapid pulse mirroring his own. He wasn't sure what was happening between you, but he couldn't tear his gaze away.

"Princess..."

He whispered your nickname tenderly, as if it had become a prayer on his lips. Remus leaned in, closing the gap between you. His lips gently brushed against yours, at first hesitant, but then more confident as he gave in to the desire that had built between you. The touch of his lips against yours sent a shockwave through his body, and his grip on your nape tightened slightly, pulling you even closer, as if he never wanted to let go.

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Remus's head rested on your stomach, his chin resting near your hips as your fingers gently caressed his hair. The early morning light streamed in through the crack in the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft, dim glow. His body was warm and relaxed, the weariness from the night before fading as he found comfort in your touch and the intimacy of the moment.

He couldn't imagine anything more perfect than this - the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, the gentle rise and fall of your breathing beneath him, the scent of your skin surrounding him like a comforting blanket.

You let out a soft gasp as Remus's lips brush against your scars, sending a shiver down your spine. His arms wrapped around your hips, holding you close against him, and you melted into his embrace.

His kisses were light, but each one sent a small jolt of electricity through your body. The way he so tenderly kissed your scars, as if they were delicate treasures to be cherished, made your heart swell with a mix of emotions.

Falling asleep bare together, tangled limbs to let the rest of the marauders find the two of you like this in the afternoon, James can't help but let out a cheerful grunt as he has won the bet against Lily.

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