#remus x you

[lqveharrington]

Perfect Replacement | R.L.

summary: Remus begins to worry about your well-being after seeing you act much differently than before.

pairing: remus lupin x Black Family!reader

includes: use of Y/N, mentions of abuse (both mental and physical), unfair treatment, bullying, cursing, allusions to receiving the dark mark, burning out, angst, smallest bit of fluff (lmk if i missed any!)

a/n: lowkey, this one was sad and requested by someone a while ago… i’m swamped with my own school work so this was a little vent fic for me :)

From the moment you were born, Orion and Walburga knew what you were meant to be—what you would always be known as. You were the Black Family’s spare. If Sirius or Regulus was injured in a way magic wasn’t enough to heal them, you were the person they tore open to find missing parts. You were nothing but a tool.

Worst of all, they refused to recognize you as even part of their family. What they wanted was a male heir and—being the first born before Sirius by mere minutes—you ruined their lives. Sure, the legacy would’ve still been able to continue with Sirius, but Walburga and Orion were furious when they saw a girl be born into the Black Family.

It was always your fate to be their spare.

When you were old enough to attended Hogwarts, they were quick to dismiss your presence. You were no longer theirs to care for as long as you stayed there. Hell, they even called Sirius—who was sorted in Gryffindor—back for holiday while you—who was sorted into Slytherin—stayed at Hogwarts with the school's staff.

However, they learned that Sirius was no longer fit to be the heir of the Black family. So they did what they did best—throw you into the deep end with no safety. Instead of letting Sirius get away with his stupidity, you were to take over his responsibilities until Regulus was suited to become the heir.

You were constantly watched to ensure perfection. It didn't matter if you were the top of your class or not—you had to maintain the role of the perfect heir. The useless heir. Coming home every summer just to be scolded at was never ideal, but you tried. You pushed through all the extracurriculars until you couldn't feel the weight of pressure on you anymore. You just kept going.

You kept pushing and pushing until the worst thing happened at home.

Sirius left. He left you and Regulus with your wretched parents. He left you with more scars than you could count that you swore he didn't care much for you either. It truly was you against the entire Black family—with little help from Regulus whenever he wasn't being trained to be the Black family heir.

“Letter from mother.” Regulus tossed the cream envelope in your direction, unaware of how closed off and fragile you became since Sirius left.

You peeled the envelope open and did a quick scan of the letter, humming at the usual demands from you. Nothing new. “I need to go study, Reg. I’ll see you later."

“You'll come find me for lunch, right?” He grabbed your wrist like he would when he was younger, alarmed that his whole hand could wrap around the joint with ease.

“I need to study for my NEWTs.” You give him the best smile you could muster, making your steps quick as you left the Great Hall. You loved your younger brother, but your parents would have your head if they found out you were talking to him rather than studying for your final exams.

You swiftly looped around the castle corridors—potions, charms, and transfiguration textbooks in arm as you made your way toward the astronomy tower. No matter how many times you’ve studied in Hogwarts’ library, you found it easier to work in the tower. The library was filled with all kinds of students—even the ones who weren't there to study.

Just as you made a sharp turn to the tower stairs, you slammed into someone more than half your size—all your books and parchment scattering to the floor. Immediately, you apologized and rushed to grab the papers and books, face warm with embarrassment when the person handed you your quill your cousin Narcissa bought you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You clutch the books tighter to your chest and move around the figure, unaware that it was one of Sirius’ friends.

The one who watched you were a careful eye since you hopped onto the stool with a worried look in first year.

The Marauders were scattered about their dorm. Peter was munching on some kind of bread, Sirius was hanging upside down in his bed, and James was on his usual session about how Lily was the most perfect girl when Remus walked in with an unreadable expression.

James slowly came to a stop before tilting his head at the lanky boy, tossing a pillow in his direction. 'What happened at the library, Moony? Madam Pince refused to let you check out anymore books?"

Remus ignored James and caught the pillow with a swipe of his hand—his attention only on the curly-haired boy in front of him. "Padfoot, do you know what's going on with your sister? She looks like she might be ill.”

Sirius froze at the mention of you, ultimately falling from his spot on the bed. He rarely saw you back at home that he didn't know anything about you anymore. At least, not as much as he knew about Regulus.

“I… I don’t know.” He admitted and ran his fingers through his hair in guilt.

“You don’t know?” Remus repeated in disbelief. He didn't think that when Sirius left, he would forget all about his twin sister. She looked exactly like him—only now, she looked like she could break with one wrong touch. "She could be seriously sick—"

"Look, I'll get Regulus to ask her what's wrong." Sirius crossed his legs and frowned when Remus still looked unhappy. "What?"

"We both know you won't willingly talk to your brother." He said and stood from his spot, mind running through different scenarios as to why you looked so malnourished—why you were so malnourished.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at his best mate, "Why do you care so much about my sister?"

"Why don't you care more?" Remus scoffed and left the dorm, leaving the rest of the Marauders confused with his sudden interest in the Black's eldest child.

Though Remus cared little for the Black family, he knew you never wronged anyone. In fact, he believed you were Sirius' foil. When Sirius was off pranking someone with James, you were always studying for your next class. When you weren't studying, he found you speaking quietly with Regulus in the Great Hall. You were so quiet and reserved that Remus refused to believe you were Sirius' twin for so long.

He rarely spoke to you, but he knew something was definitely wrong. And he would get to the bottom of the issue.

“Miss Black, you need to take care of yourself. Your brother is concerned for you—“

“He should not be concerned for my wellbeing. Instead, he should be concerned about his grades in Care for Magical Creatures.” You huff and push away Madam Pomfrey’s wand from your arm, tugging your robes over your body in a rushed manner. “I am perfectly fine and need to get back to my studies before the night takes away all the light.”

You leave the hospital wing and glance at your watch, silently cursing yourself for wasting precious time on a silly check up Regulus insisted you get. Although—you had to admit— you were too exhausted to make the trek up the astronomy tower to study. So instead, you made your way toward the library instead, the candles in the corridors lighting your path to the quiet space ahead.

Finding an open table, you get to work as quickly as you can. You flip open you defense against the dark arts textbook and begin your studies, hands shaking and eyes blurring with how exhausted you were. Willing yourself to push on, you started to mutter the words you read, unaware of the brown-haired boy looming beside you.

“You’re not casting a spell, are you?” A voice spoke from your right, causing you to jerk in surprise.

Lifting your head up from the book, you meet warm, brown eyes, the feeling spreading across your chest before you pulled your attention toward the book once more. You couldn’t get distracted, not when you were running out of time before the holidays.

“No.” You answer truthfully before continuing to mutter about the three unforgiving curses, each one worse than the last. You’ve encountered two out of three of them and you prayed you never had to witness the last.

Right as you went to turn the page, the person moved to sit in front of you—your eye twitching in irritation. This was your spot for the rest of the evening and you would like to not be distracted by… whoever this person was.

Huffing, you flip the page in frustration and speak once more. This time with annoyance. “I’m sorry, but I’m trying to study for—“

“I see that.” The mysterious figure pulled out his own book, raising his brows when you nearly looked up from your book to see what he was reading. So close. “I’m here to merely observe. You are the top of our graduating class.”

“Incorrect.” You keep a shaky finger on the last word you left off on, finally taking a proper look at the boy who decided to distract you. “I’m tied with…”

“You don’t want a tie?” Remus rested his head in his palm, hiding a small grin at your shocked expression.

You swallow thickly before going back to your book, refusing to acknowledge his presence for the rest of the time. It wasn’t like you were intimidated or embarrassed by the boy. You were just confused and stunned by him. Why was he suddenly interested in you when he stuck so close to your twin? Perhaps your mother or father sent him as a spy—but he was a half-blood, so you doubted that was the reason.

Remus sighed and began to read Jane Eyre, occasionally glancing in your direction. He noted that you were still here mentally—well, as far as a mere five minute interaction goes—but your physique seemed way off. Though you weren’t as tall as your brothers, you were a hell lot paler and way too ill-fed to even look remotely related to them.

By the time Madam Pince kicked the both of you out, Remus memorized the way you looked and stored it for later data. He thought that you would snap under the weight of all the textbooks and parchment you were carrying. He also swore you memorized each of the textbooks—catching you repeatedly murmur the different facts you learned over your hours of studying.

But as Remus went to turn toward the Great Hall, you continued to go straight down the corridor—worrying him. “Black, you’re not coming to have dinner?”

You stop walking and hesitate before settling on your normal excuse. “I’m not hungry.”

“You studied for over two hours. Surely a snack or even just water—“

“Lupin, I’m fine. I don’t need—“

Before you could even finish your sentence, a familiar voice rang out clearly. A voice you haven’t heard since he left you all alone.

“Moony! There you are! We’ve been looking for you.”Sirius clapped Remus on the back, unaware of your presence. He never truly acknowledged your being—you assumed he learned it from your mother and father. “Where were you?”

Remus’ eyes darted in your direction after the initial surprise from Sirius faded, but you were already fleeting down the hall—Mary Jane’s echoing with each step.

“Just…” He paused and shook his head, directing his attention back to the younger Black sibling and following him into the Great Hall. “Studying.”

Unfortunately for you, it became Remus' habit to constantly be around you when studying. No matter where you went to study—whether it was the damn astronomy tower or back of the library—he found you. It became impossible to hide from him and you knew you were losing valuable time studying if you spoke to him.

So you just stopped.

"I brought chocolate today." Remus spoke, finding you by the edge of the Black Lake. "A piece offering."

Your eyes briefly flickered up to meet his and glanced at the chocolate, but you immediately fell back into reading, making him frown. You were frustrating him just a tad bit. It was the day before holiday break and you decided to spend your time on the freezing grounds studying than inside with a cup of hot tea doing something else—he wasn't even close to figuring anything about you.

You were just a ghost of a person.

“Lupin, I can’t focus.” You whisper as you felt his gaze on you, frustratedly reading the same line over and over again.

Remus muttered a quick apology and went back to War and Peace. But he couldn't focus. All he could focus on was the sound of you shaking underneath all the layers of clothes you had on. He pursed his lips and sighed, removing his own overcoat and draping it over you.

Freezing at the sudden warmth enveloping your figure, you meet his brown eyes and give him a smile that could be noted as a grimace. "Thanks..."

He hummed and took a bite out of his chocolate, letting you read for a couple more minutes before speaking once more. "Do you plan on studying over the holidays as well?"

Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek. Were you going to spend your entire holiday studying? "Depends on mother and father. They might coupe me up in my room and make me study all holiday. Or they may decide to finally let me join in opening gifts with Regulus—not like I'll get anything."

It took you a second to realize what you said to the boy sitting beside you. Honestly, you didn't know what he was doing to you.

Remus' eyes narrowed at your confession the second you covered your mouth with a shaking hand. You were never supposed to talk ill about your parents or you family—especially not to some… to a Gryffindor and half-blood!

“I-I have to go.” You stutter and quickly gather your things, rushing back into the castle without another glace toward Remus.

When you came back from the holidays, you looked even worse than before. Remus took one look at you and knew something went down back at the Black house. Although you did look more fed then most days, the circles underneath your eyes were more prominent and instead of rolling up your sweaters like usual, you wore them normally.

What happened?

But Remus wasn't the only one to notice the changes. For once, Regulus noted the changes in your demeanor. Rather than using your time to study for charms or transfiguration, you began to read books on the dark arts. The textbooks that once belonged to Bellatrix were passed down to you, causing Regulus to do his own digging into your sudden change of studies.

“What're you reading Trimbles' book for?” Regulus asked quietly as you pushed food around your plate, gaze locked on the ink in the book. "Did Bella get through to you about the dark arts?"

You subconsciously touch your left arm and bite your tongue. You could say it was your cousin's fault for she was the one to suggest you become one of them anyway. Yet you would never speak ill about her—you supposed it was her way of showing she cared for you.

"No, it's just interesting."' You clear your throat and stand from your spot. "Finish breakfast, I'll see you later."

"You didn't touch anything on your plate." Regulus frowned and stood up as well, following close behind and grabbing your left arm. "What are you hiding from me?"

You winced and quickly pulled away, "Nothing, Reg, leave me be."

"I can't do that! You're my sister and I care about you—"

Quickly finding your way out of a conversation you didn't want to have, you weaved your way in between the Gryffindor boys that deemed themselves as the Marauders, subconsciously grabbing Remus' hand and dragging him with you.

“Hey—!” Sirius gaped at his best friend being stolen from him, earning a glare from his younger brother.

“Fuck off, Sirius. Something’s wrong.” Regulus quickly spat out and chased after you and the lanky boy.

Sirius' eyebrows knitted together before letting out a loud sigh, following his brother to wherever you were taking Remus. After all the time he spent away, you and Regulus were still important to him—even if he rarely showed it.

"What's happening?" Remus stumbled into an empty classroom and glanced at your heavy breathing figure, face twisting in confusion as you leaned back on the wooden door in exhaustion. "Why were you running?"

"I didn't mean to pull you with me." You rub your face and wander over to a desk, sitting in the chair as your thoughts swallowed your mind. "I just needed an escape from Regulus. He can be nosy."

Still confused, Remus simply nodded and sat at the desk opposite of you, wincing when he heard Sirius' shouting from outside the class. You let out a quiet laugh at your brothers' bickering before those laughs quickly turned into quiet sobs, shoulders shaking from the weight of emotions packed into each one.

"Oh." Remus murmured and patted his pockets down, taking a bar of chocolate and snapping a piece off. “Eat, it’ll make you feel better.”

You wipe your tears and look down at the chocolate, your stomach growling at the lack of food you’ve eaten today. Sniffling, you take the chocolate and nibble on it, unaware of Remus’ smile.

“Better?” He asked softly, biting into the chocolate himself.

There wasn’t an answer from you, but he knew it helped somewhat—your tears subsided and all that could be heard was your occasional sniffling and hiccups.

Remus had so many questions he wanted to ask you yet he knew it wasn’t his place. Though only one really stuck out to him.

“Why did you bring me here?”

You purse your lips and fiddle with the loose strings on your sweater, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I don’t know.” You say truthfully. But before Remus could say anything else, you continued—eyes shut because to you, the confession was quite embarrassing. “Maybe I just got used to you always being there and I…” You drop your head into your hands and sigh loudly, “I trust you more than my whole family.”

He raised his brows but made no effort to say anything else—knowing you had more to say.

“You care for me in a way my siblings will never understand.” You murmur and peek between your fingers to find him slouched over to hear you clearly. “I can’t… I can’t tell you anything about what happened at home.” He opened his mouth to protest but you stopped him. “But I’ll consider keeping the odd friendship you chose to start.”

Remus narrowed his eyes at you and—for a brief moment—he wanted to refuse. He wanted to know what was happening, why you were more conscious about how you dressed. Yet he couldn’t find himself wanting to object your offer. If he could keep a close eye on you like this, so be it.

“You’ll tell me in due time, alright?” Remus gave you the rest of his chocolate bar, noticing the way you tugged your sleeve down once more.

“If it’s fitting by then.” You give him a weak smile. “Besides, I think I can still be the top of the class without you. After all, I am the perfect replacement.”

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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 6.6 K Warnings: SMUT. Threesome. Dry humping, hand job (male and female reciving), P in V, endless teasing. / Remus' first time with Vix and Siri. Consent is Sexy. Prompt: Finally a quiet time for the three of them. Proofread by sweet @girlwihkaleidoscopeeyes This chapter can be read as a one-shot

Chapter 74: Las Palabras de Amor

You rolled on your side, sitting on your shins so you were now looking at Sirius instead of leaning on him, your head tilted slightly to the side as you eyed Remus. You locked eyes; his, more golden than brown at this point, seemed to sparkle as you stared at each other. 

It was almost as if you were in potions, silently communicating to each other exactly what you’d be doing next. By the time you turned back to look at Sirius, he was looking at you with a mix of nervousness and excitement, Adam’s apple bobbing as the two of you veered closer, his breathing short.

He’d become prey as both you and Remus moved as gracefully and decisively as if Moony or Vixen would when stalking each other in a game. It didn’t matter that he was bigger than you or that he, as Padfoot, could kind of control Moony. At that point, Sirius didn’t even feel canine, he’d turned into a rabbit or a baby deer, facing two beasts that seemed ready to devour him. He wasn’t sure he wanted anything more than that. 

You leaned a little closer, even if you felt slightly exposed due to the lack of fabric covering your top half. There was a confidence in your movements that you weren’t exactly sure how you’d gotten. Both of your hands travelled to Sirius’ jaw while Moony’s moved to his hips. You allowed your fingers to brush down from there to his neck, gently tracing his Adam’s apple as you went down, stopping right on the second button of his shirt. As you started unbuttoning, Remus brushed his hands over Sirius’ abdomen – oh, how he’d dreamed of being able to do something like that – locating the last button of the shirt and working on it with a patience that was as maddening as it was exciting. 

The pads of your fingers on Sirius’ skin felt like burning every time they brushed against it, making him crave more. He almost felt bad for teasing you so much earlier, but the wait was making him infinitely more excited for what was to come, whatever it might be, whatever it was that you and Moony told each other with that long look from earlier. 

Your hands connected with Remus halfway through the shirt; he undid the last button as you allowed your palms to rest over Sirius’ torso, feeling how warm it was against your hands and feeling a slight chill run down your spine. Was the window still open? You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even noticed the small snowflakes slipping in from the window and melting against the warm stone. Not that you’d care to close it, but the chill got a reaction either way, voluntarily or not, making your breasts perk up again. Sirius bit his bottom lip, trying to suppress a groan and failing, eyes locked on your breasts.

“Something’s distracting him,” Remus said with a smile, eyeing your erect nipples for a second before focusing back on Sirius’ shirt; if he stared at you any longer, he’d become just as distracted. 

“I noticed,” you replied with a smirk, allowing your nails to gently brush against his torso as you pulled the shirt to the sides. Both you and Remus worked together to remove Sirius’ shirt completely, Remus leaning in to press a short wet kiss against his neck before letting him fall back on the mattress. “Can’t blame him for it either.” 

You smiled, not missing the lascivious look Remus had given you as he kissed the other boy’s neck. You blushed, both aroused and shy; you’d never had two of the hottest people you knew stare at you with such hunger. As if they’d been famished. You swallowed, taking a deep breath, your chest rising and falling gently before leaning in to kiss Sirius’ neck, knowing Remus would appreciate the fact that he’d get his lips. 

For a second, you stared at the two of them kissing, feeling even wetter than before just from the sight. Who would have thought I’d be into that? You wondered as you reached for Sirius’ crotch again. This time you weren’t planning to let him turn you around before he was completely speechless (not that he had much to say now that both you and Remus were onto him). 

While you slid your fingers in between yours and Sirius’ bodies, the back of your hand brushed against Remus’ crotch, earning a soft groan from him. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you continued on your way down.

“Never be sorry about something like this,” he retorted with a sly smile directed your way before he went back to kissing Sirius. 

You managed to unclasp Sirius’ trousers with one hand and pulled them down with the help of a slightly airy and aroused Remus. Now we’re even, you thought, once they were both shirtless and in just their boxers. You barely noticed Sirius’ cock straining against the soft fabric of his underwear before you’d dug your hand inside.

“Mhmhmh!” Sirius moaned into Remus’ kiss. 

Remus smiled, pulling apart for a second just to be able to see Sirius’ face as if he couldn’t quite believe this was really happening: he really was kissing Sirius! You were right there next to the two of them, watching, kissing, feeling, enjoying it as much as he was, enjoying it as much as Sirius was. 

Remus really should have known; he should have known that the two of you wanted him as much as he wanted you – since the Hallowe’en party when you were dancing together, and he thought he was in heaven. He should have realised it then, but what really mattered was that he knew now. 

And there was nothing more exhilarating than being wanted, knowing that he was wanted, and that he was part of you as much as you were a part of him. Even beyond the sex and the kisses, there was a connection so deeply rooted that no poison, no cruel hand and no force of nature could tear them asunder. And he loved it, he loved every bit of it. From Sirius’ soft lips, and his blushed face to your soft – and slightly desperate – breaths. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he told Sirius as he stared into his eyes. Sirius smirked, and you knew he was about to retort with something clever, destroying the adorable moment Remus had just created, so you decided to stop him: you reached inside his pants, wrapped your hand around his cock, and pumped. Whatever Sirius was going to say got caught up in his throat, and instead came one of those lewd moans of his.

He threw you a withering look, and you gave him an innocent shrug in return, “You wanted to say something, Pups?” 

He opened his mouth to speak again, and you repeated the action, causing him to close his lips with barely enough wherewithal to hold his grunt. You just smiled, raising one of your eyebrows at him before turning to Remus, who was looking at you with a rather impish face. 

“He wasn’t joking when he said you were a tease.” 

“No idea what you’re talking about, Rem,” you said, angling your arm so it would brush against his cock again, now getting a moan out of him. 

“Luv, that’s just–” Remus started.

You pumped again, making sure your hand was still brushing against Remus, “Suck it up,” you responded with a smile. You’d been teased by both boys earlier; they deserved to be teased in an equal amount. 

Remus groaned and leaned into you, pressing his lips against your neck with a desperate grunt while sucking moderately, like he’d seen Sirius do to tease you in public. And that was the effect he was trying to get; he just didn’t expect the stifled moan he’d get from you, just from a little sucking near your collarbone. Either way, that wasn’t going to stop your resolve, so you continued pumping Sirius, finding a steady rhythm that had him mumbling incoherencies along with a few profanities, while Remus groaned audibly (from your hand brushing against his crotch), alternating between kissing Sirius’ lips and your neck, in retaliation from your incessant teasing. 

Sirius’s chest heaved up and down, breath ragged from how worked up he was from the kisses and the touches, and of course, your hand that seemed a little too confident with what it was doing. How quickly had you learned to make him feel so heavenly after that one time in the fae pool. 

Remus’ hand was lying on Sirius’ torso when he gently slid it towards your arm, allowing it to brush from your shoulder to your elbows and then down to your wrist; the same wrist he could feel moving on Sirius’ cock, and he was tempted to wrap his own fingers around yours. But there was still some uncertainty in him, a fear of being rejected, of his touches scaring Sirius instead of pleasing him. So he decided to keep his hand there, gently wrapped around your wrist only, his fingers brushing against your skin in a soft, almost repetitive motion as he sighed. 

“Just ask him, Rem,” you said when you noticed his indecisive hold, constantly inching closer to your fisted hand and then pulling back. 

“No– it’s not–” 

“Remus would like to touch you,” you said instead, perhaps a bit too bluntly since Remus glared, as if you had outed him. “Are you okay with that?” you added more softly, slowing down your pace to get Sirius to focus. 

“Of course,” Sirius retorted with a grin, leaning up and pulling Remus’ towards his lips. “You may touch me, wherever and whenever you want, darling,” he added in between kisses. You smiled, feeling Remus’ hand slowly creep around yours, his fingers wrapping completely around your own and helping you pump. Then you slid your hand off gently, allowing his alone to replace it. Remus’ grip was much firmer than yours. “Fuck,” Sirius moaned as the other boy sighed. He could hardly fathom what he was doing – and who he was doing it to – and yet he kept moving his hand, gently pumping as his breath became more ragged. 

Remus’ bigger hand made Sirius feel much smaller, but it covered more ground as it moved, and when he flicked his thumb up to gently rub around his tip, Sirius was a goner. Remus knew exactly what he was doing. 

You raised one of your eyebrows, impressed at how quickly Remus had undone Sirius, and looked down at his hand with curiosity, wondering if you could learn from his technique – and then realising how ridiculous the thought was. Still, the competitive side of you wanted to be just as good, so you stared, moving your hand to Sirius’ inner thigh and rubbing softly, your nails sometimes grazing his skin and causing him to shiver. 

Remus pumped again and turned to you. “Come ‘ere, Little Witch,” he said, leaning down to kiss you as he twisted his hand, earning a grunt from Sirius, whose hips started to bump up towards his hand in an uncontrolled motion. 

“Shit, wait, I think I’m going to–” 

“It’s okay,” Remus said, his teeth gently biting your bottom lip as he pulled from you and turned his eyes back to Sirius.  “I’ll catch it,” he added, his thumb softly brushing against his tip. “Go ahead, Pads, make a mess.” 

“Fuck,” Sirius replied, breathing hard as the first spurt of cum left his cock. Remus caught it with ease, and continued moving his hand.

“You’re doing amazing, Luv,” he said, voice low and slightly just raspy enough to make both yours and Sirius’ mind reel. He was patient, looking at his bright eyes as he continued to milk him to completion, until he finally went soft in his hand.

 Sirius’ head was thrown back on the pillow as he tried to steady his breathing. “Fuck, that was–” he breathed, “You were–” another breath,  “–We should have done this ages ago.” 

You laughed, leaning up on your elbow to look at him better. His face was flushed, lips red and swollen and gaze weary, as if he was still lost in the pleasure you had both given him. You tilted your head to the side and smiled, gently moving your hand towards his face and pulling some of the sweat-stuck curls from his cheek. Sirius really was a sight to behold. As angelic as he was devious, an absolute dream come true. “Gorgeous, isn’t he?” you smiled. 

“Absolutely,” Remus responded, voice low as he turned to you, gaze still as hungry as the one he used to regard Sirius earlier. “And so are you, lovely.” He brought his cum stained hand towards his own boxers, and sighed when he felt the warm sticky substance against his own cock. There was something unfathomably lecherous about having Sirius’ cum around himself, it made his own cock twitch and spurt out a bit of precum. “Little Witch, would you mind if I stare at you shamelessly while I finish myself off?” he asked as he stared at your breasts and pumped himself once. 

You narrowed your eyes at him, while the idea of just being watched was tempting, you weren’t planning on letting him finish by himself. Not if you and Sirius could help it – once he’d recovered, at least. 

“Actually, I do mind,” you responded, and Remus seemed taken aback, his grip around his cock faltering, his lower abdomen burning in protest due to the lack of friction. 

“What?” he managed to say. 

“Well, I don’t mind you looking,” you clarified and then smiled. “I mind the fact that you won’t let me take part,” you leaned towards him; Sirius placed a hand on your back and pushed encouragingly, even as drained as he was. 

“I just thought you might be tired,” Remus said, “that you wouldn’t want–” 

“Don’t make assumptions, Rem,” you said, a hand on his shoulder while you whispered in the most sultry tone you could muster. Your hand moved from there to his collarbone, your fingers gently brushing against his skin before you leaned down and kissed him there. “You may go on,” you added when you realised his hand on his cock still wasn’t moving. 

Remus tightened his grip again, grunting pleasurably when he felt you sucking on the side of his neck. Sirius had leaned up a little bit, watching the two of you even if you were shielding Remus almost completely. 

“Sorry, quite rude of me,” you chastised yourself once you noticed, playfully eyeing Sirius before turning to Remus again. “How about we give him a better look?” you added, pulling your head back to level it to Remus’ gaze. 

Remus seemed confused, about to say something when you leaned down, purposefully tilting yourself towards his lap as you slowly pulled your skirt down, allowing Sirius to get a good view at your rear before sliding it off completely and straightening your back again. “You said you really like it, Pups, didn’t you?” you added before throwing it towards his face. 

Sirius smiled as he pulled it down. Remus, who was still trying to process what was happening, turned to you. There was admiration and raw desire in his eyes as he stared at your fully naked body for the first time. Your breasts falling gracefully as you curved your back, your legs bending smoothly, each one of your curves having a softness, plusness, and delicacy to them. “You’re… absolutely perfect,” he whispered, completely enraptured by you. His hand regained its pace around his cock when he felt it twitch in protest at the lack of movement. His motions were almost languid, softly drawing out the pleasure as much as he could, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting either of you to pull apart. 

He was definitely not expecting you to jump over his thigh, fast but making sure to press yourself against his leg to let him feel how wet you were, before leaning completely on the side, Remus’ profile and your front now in perfect view of Sirius. 

“Better?” you asked him with a sly smirk. 

Sirius gave you a daring look.“Yeah, I think so,” he said nonchalantly. “Except maybe–” he took his wand from the nightstand, “– Evanesco,” he whispered, completely vanishing Remus’ boxers.  

You blinked in disbelief at his wand skill; performing a spell like that was already quite complicated with an object alone, on a person it made it ridiculously tricky, yet he’d done it with little to no effort while being  fucked out and turned on.

“Fucking impressive,” Remus said. 

“For sure,” Sirius replied, staring at the other’s cock, which brought you back to the moment in an instant. 

You looked down at him. You’d felt how big he was before, but seeing it, tall and proud right in the middle of his legs, was something entirely different. Your hand was on his inner thigh in a second, tracing soft circles before wrapping around his own around his cock. He mumbled your name, almost in a warning tone and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “Allow me,” you said as you pressed a kiss to his strong shoulders. 

“You don’t have to just because–” 

“I want to,” you said, same soft voice, fingers lacing with his as you managed to fill some of the soft skin around his cock in between them. In a move that was almost the same as the one he’d done with Sirius’ cock, your hands switched with each other, and now yours were wrapped around him, Sirius’ sticky cum acting as a lubricant as you started to pump. 

“Fuck,” Remus sighed, looking at your hand moving on him, your beautiful face in rapt concentration trying to find just the right up-and-down pattern that had him moaning your name. It didn’t take you too long. And while he absolutely loved the euphoria you were giving him, he still didn’t want it to end. A bed with two of you on it was already heaven. A bed with the two of you, stripped naked, was far beyond it. He, of course, didn’t want to cum down from it. 

But your hand was making it almost impossible for him to continue holding back, and when he thought he was about to cum he gripped the sheets tightly, “Little Witch, I think I’m going to–”

You pulled your hand off him before he finished the sentence, allowing your thumb to brush over his tip in a torturous and impossibly teasing manner. The look he gave you was so helpless it was almost comical. Brows furrowed, chest heaving up and down and an incredulous look on his face. Sirius regarded the two of you amusedly, his dick was half hard again. 

Remus could barely muster his words as he looked at you, still in disbelief. “To cum?” you asked nonchalantly. “I figured.”

“Then why would you–” he couldn’t finish his sentence, you jumped back towards his lap, legs around his own and closed the gap between your bodies, allowing the tip of his cock to brush against your folds. “Because I want you cumming somewhere else.” 

“What?!” he asked, voice a mere squeak. 

“She’s taking the potion,” Sirius said, looking at you to confirm. You nodded, and rocked your hips against Remus, pulling your hand down and positioning him, first letting his tip brush over your folds, your breath hitching as it touched your clit. 

Remus, who only now seemed to have gathered his wits, blinked a couple of times before placing both hands on your shoulders. “Wait, no, wait!” he said, alarmed as he pushed you back gently. You instantly stopped touching him, looking at him with concern, frowning your brows and searching for his face that seemed alarmed. He looked down on himself and you, so close, he thought. 

“What is it?” you asked, confused and slightly upset. He doesn’t want me, a voice in your head seemed to say. That’s ridiculous, he definitely wants you! Another responded. 

“I can’t–” he said. “Not without rubbers.” 

“Rubbers?” you asked. He nodded towards the pack of condoms still on the floor. “What– Why do you need those?” 

“Because of Moony,” he said solemnly. 

There was instant understanding in your head, the tension from earlier relinquishing, your shoulders relaxing, apprehension leaving you entirely. You placed your hand around his neck, gently brushing the nape with the pads of your fingers. He seemed to also relax into your touch. 

“Rem, Luv. Lycanthropy does not work like that,” you said reassuringly. You finally understood why he insisted on carrying them with him, he was terrified of turning someone into a werewolf.

“You don’t know!” he retorted. There was apprehension and perhaps, a hint of pain or resentment towards himself stuck in his gaze.

“She’s read a whole lot about werewolves though,” Sirius said. “Knows way more than I do; I reckon she knows even more than–” 

“You don’t know!” Remus insisted. 

“Right,” you said appeasingly. His eyes were golden, but not with pleasure this time around, more like he’d been cornered. You breathed, trying to think of the right way you say it, “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t, but there is no need to rush it. We can wait, ask around, and only go for it when we’re sure. How does that sound?” 

Remus seemed to finally breathe again, you saw the tension release his muscles just like it had done with yours earlier and you smiled, leaning closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Meanwhile,” you smiled, raising your hand and channeling all your energy as you’d practice while flying and pulled the strip of rubbers into your hand. “We can use these…” you said with a raised eyebrow and a suggestive smile. “If you’re still up for it,” you added, although his cock, still standing proud, gave you half the answer. 

He laughed, his gaze turning to the side as he bit his lip. Of course he wanted it, he needed it like he needed air and water.  “You don’t give up easily, do you?” 

“You should have known by now, Moony,” Sirius said as he pulled himself a little bit higher on the bed, earning a somewhat better view of both of your faces. The tension from the earlier situation had been enough to snap him from his fucked-out tiredness and fueled him with some much-needed adrenaline. “She’s dating the two of us, even after you played hard to get.” 

You straight up laughed at his comment. “Such an idiot,” you mumbled. 

Sirius just smiled confidently and leaned close enough to press a kiss to Remus’ shoulder and looked at you through his lashes. “Perhaps, but without your stubbornness, we wouldn’t be here,” he teased further. 

“Oh, shut it,” you smiled, playfully trying to push Sirius’ face off of Remus’ shoulder, but he was faster, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him, causing your folds to smash against Remus’ hard cock again and instantly earning a groan from him. 

Sirius bit his lip as he looked down. “Come on, Étoile, I think it’s time to end our poor guy’s suffering.” 

You smiled, pulling back to rip one of the rubbers from the strip and giving it to Remus. “I guess he will teach you how to use them in the end,” you added with a teasing grin and Remus’ hands carefully opened the silver package and slowly rolled down the condom around himself.  

“Does it feel different?” Sirius asked out of curiosity, not quite thinking. 

Before Remus even had time to think of the answer, which you assumed he wouldn’t have, you replied, “We can try later and you tell us.” You turned to Remus and smiled, “Ready?” 

He smiled and nodded in return. You breathed, raising yourself a little and grabbing his cock to line it with your entrance. He stared at your hand in his cock, and then at your determined gaze as you accommodated yourself, his breath getting caught in his throat as he braced himself for what was about to happen. Feeling completely unprepared and utterly ready at the same time. 

You breathed and slowly lowered yourself on him. Remus’ hands were instantly on your waist, taking away some of the weight from your legs as you slowly sank into him. “You good?” he asked about halfway through. Sirius pressed a quick kiss to his neck as he smiled, his nose and lips still brushing against the other’s skin. Of course, Remus would take the time to ask about your well-being in such a situation, he thought.

“Mhm,” you managed to say with a nod; he could hear the slight strain in your voice, you were adjusting to him. Sirius already suspected there hadn’t been that many times for you before, he’d ask eventually, not out of jealousy, but out of curiosity. As you continued to lower yourself onto Remus’ cock you breathed deeply. 

Remus looked like he was trying his hardest not to move. Sirius could easily feel the tension on his shoulders and muscles, the stutter in his breath, the restraint he was enacting to be able to hold back. But he waited nonetheless. You had your head hidden in his neck, and were still breathing rather deeply, Remus was gently brushing his hands on your back now. “Still good?” He asked as he gently turned his head towards you. He couldn’t see your face but you smiled as you clenched around him in response. “Fuck!” 

“She just fucking clenched, didn’t she?” Sirius said with a wicked smile, leaning a little bit higher on his shins as he tried to look at the spot where the two of you were joined. He swallowed when he did. He had imagined what that looked like on the fae pool, but seeing it, even if it was Remus’ cock instead of his own, was doing it for him. His hand travelled to his cock, he couldn’t care less if he was going to be sore later. 

“Yeah, she– ah!”

“Did it again,” Sirius finished as he bit his lip, his hand already pumping gently as his thumb brushed his tip. 

“Thought you might like it,” you said. Remus still couldn’t see your smile, but he sure as hell heard it. You pressed a kiss to his neck, as you started to move, your hips slow and gentle as they moved out and in, and you squeezed. 

“Shit,” Remus said as he sighed. “You feel fucking amazing!” 

“I bet she does,” Sirius whispered with a smile, thinking of how you felt wrapped around his cock as he continued to touch himself. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you joked as you pressed another wet kiss to his neck. 

Remus managed to get conscious enough to look at Sirius with a raised eyebrow. Sirius shrugged in return. “Not so bad?” he said, a playful smile appearing on his lips, despite how overwhelmed he already was. “Can’t leave my girl with that impression, can I?” He asked, eyeing the other boy seconds after. 

Sirius  seemed to understand whatever it was Remus meant with that comment almost instantly and smiled, the time it took you to react to the exchange was cut short by Remus grabbing your waist and flipping the two of you around, your head landing softly onto a pillow as he laid you down on the bed. 

You swallowed as you looked at him, one hand still wrapped around your waist while he used the other to hold himself up. He looked at you with a sly smirk, as if he knew exactly what each ragged breath that came from your delicate lips meant. You looked back at him with parted lips, your heart beating faster as your eyes locked on his, both shining with lust.

“That was hot,” Sirius commented with a smile, “She liked it.”

“I know,” Remus replied with a smile as he pulled his arm from underneath you. “I felt it,” he added with a smile. He was still, looking at you with a teasing grin. As if waiting for you to ask him to move. You held his stare defiantly and clenched. He cursed. “You really are a charming li–” you clenched again and he stopped breathing for a second, biting his lips while he regained his focus. “–Little Witch,” he finished. 

“Thought that’s the reason you–” he placed his free hand on your breast, pinching your nipple as he stared straight at you– “call me that,” you finished with a smile. 

So playful, Sirius thought as he looked at the two of you, perhaps I could make things happen. Sirius leaned closer, switching his left hand to his cock to leave his dominant free and move that one between your bodies. He sneaked it in right to the place where the two connected and then pressed his index to your clit while his knuckles brushed the top side of Remus’ cock, drawing slow circles onto both. Although he couldn’t see directly, he was remarkably good at finding soft spots, and he could tell once he had.

Remus seemed to shiver, his hips moving slightly back as he touched him, also a result of your very tight clenching once Sirius started circling your clit. “Stop torturing each other,” Sirius said playfully. “You both know how fucking incredible you are.” 

You smiled, and angled your hips upwards, sinking deeper into Remus’ cock before pulling back down again. Remus sighed in pleasure and started to move his hips as well, Sirius’ hand in between your bodies adding an extra layer of friction that had both of your minds reeling.

As Remus continued thrusting into you he leaned closer, his skin craving yours like a famished animal, a yearning he’d withheld for too long finally finding solace; in the plushness of your breasts and the hardness of your nipples, in the curve of your waist and mellow sounds your throat kept making. For him. 

 He had enough sense left to press soft, wet kisses against your lips, cheeks and jaw, as he relished on the myriad of feelings you were giving rise to. His nose, buried in your hair, the way you smelled of sweat and perfume and Sirius, was so perfect that he was overwhelmed with the sensory overload of it all. His breath tickled the soft skin of your neck as he continued to pound into you.

“You’re amazing… you feel amazing,” he mumbled as he thrusted, feeling Sirius’ hand with each move of his hips which was driving him just as mad as your walls wrapped around his cock. He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “I never imagined I would– fuck.”  

“I know,” you said breathily. “Fuck, I know,” you added, your hips chasing his own, matching his pace and surpassing it with frantic movements.

You weren’t sure where you ended and he started, let alone whether either of you could think properly at this point, at least not past basic actions: hips moving, kissing and mumbling senseless incoherencies; soft loving words, moans and curses blended into the atmosphere around you, the vibration of your voices saturating the air like stars in the sky.

Sirius wasn’t much better either, with one of his hands right between the two of you and the other on his cock, his thoughts were mostly focused on how alluring Remus’ back looked as it flexed, and how wonderful you looked right under him, your hair sprawled to the sides, making sounds that were as obscene as they were delightful.  

At some point Remus managed to push Sirius into a laying flat position, having him almost beside you so he could reach his mouth while he continued to fuck into you. He could have both, he had both, and heaven was nothing but a petty promise in comparison to it. His movements became faster and more erratic the further it went.  He kissed Sirius’ soft lips, losing himself on the boy for what could have been an eternity from how intense it felt. 

“Fuck, Rem,” you managed to whimper, driving his focus back to you.

It might have been Sirius’ hand the one circling your clit and making your mind grow even fuzzier, but it was Remus’ weight on top of you, it was his strong chest the one pressing you onto the bed, his cock stretching your walls so tight that you barely noticed the slick wetness leaving your body as he fucked you, running from the place where your bodies connected toward your ass, and finally drenching the bedsheets. 

Oh, how bad you three were ruining that bed…

“You’re close, aren’t you, Starshine?” Sirius asked while Remus’ panting breaths mingled with yours. Both of Sirius’ hands were busy, but Remus had been alternating between kissing you and Sirius, switching almost any time he needed to stop to breathe. He wondered if there was a way of being even closer to the two of you, and hoped he’d have time to figure it out. 

“Mhm...” you moaned.. “Think he… he’s too,” you added, noticing how much more erratic his movements had become. You clenched harder, and you noticed how tense he’d become, his abs tightening and his head buried in the curve of your neck instead of returning to kiss. Sirius eyed him, Remus had his eyes clenched shut as he focused, trying to fuck you through his own high. 

“It’s okay,” you cooed as you noticed him struggling to hold. You couldn’t quite feel his cum inside you, but you felt the warmth either way. 

“No, I wanted you to–” 

“It really is okay,” Sirius reassured him as well. His hand on your clit did not stop even when Remus’ movements started to slow. And your breath became ragged until you saw stars, gently moaning his names.  Eventually, his hand slowed, stilling right in the middle when Remus’ weight fell onto the two of you. Remus breathed; exhausted, delighted, awed  – He’d glimpsed at whatever lays beyond heaven for the first time in his life. 

His body pressed into you and Sirius, sated and spent, Remus uttered, “I love you both so fucking much,” without even thinking. And then he tensed, looking up and at the other boy’s face with eyes wide open, as if he’d just said something ludicrous. 

You smiled, moving one of your hands to rest against his arm, but Sirius beat you to speak, with a smile on his face, looking back at Remus with a tenderness that you had only seen a few times, on those rare occasions he let out raw honesty. “We love you too, Remus.” 

“To the moon and back,” you added with a fucked out and yet slightly teasing smile. 

You stayed like that, tangled together for a while, enjoying the sweet moment until Remus accidentally moved his arm and noticed Sirius’ cock still hard. He bit his lip. He was still half-soft inside you when he grabbed it and started pumping on it lazily. You didn’t have much space to move, but you managed to get one of your hands onto Sirius’ head and gently scratched his scalp with your hands as Remus helped him finish again. 

His sounds were enough to make you wet again, coating Remus’ half-hardness as he continued to pump. It didn’t take longer than a few minutes for Sirius to cum onto Remus’ hand again, making a mess on the bed that equaled the one you had made earlier. 

“I swear I’d go on for days if tiredness wasn’t a factor,” Sirius sighed contentedly as he looked at Remus and then at you, getting a glimpse of one of your still hard nipples, the lack of movement making you finally notice how cold it had gotten.

“Bet,” you said with a smile, and pulled the side of the duvet that wasn’t squelched under the three of you to cover yourself from the cold.

Remus sighed, and placed one of his hands in between your head and Sirius’, attempting to stand, but both you and Sirius pulled him back down. “Let’s stay like this a little longer,” Sirius mumbled. 

“I’m still inside–” 

“–Does it bother you, Starshine?” 

“What?” you asked, turning back to him – you’d been looking at the window, trying to shut it with wandless magic, but you were too tired to properly work it out. Honestly, you were still shocked at the fact that you’d successfully accio'd the condoms earlier. 

Sirius looked down. Remus hid his face on the boy’s chest, feeling rather bashful at Sirius’ shameless staring. 

“Oh,” you said. “Not at all, I’m just cold.” 

Remus moved his hand without even looking and the windows shut by themselves. The temperature in the room warmed almost instantly. 

“Fucking impressive,” you said. “I’d been trying to do that for the past few minutes.” 

“While Remus was helping me cu–” 

“–I was cold,” you added before he said something obscene. In return, he wiggled the finger that was still on your clit and you hissed. “Stop teasing! We’re all exhausted.” 

“Are we, though?” 

“Yes,” both you and Remus retorted and Sirius just smiled. You stayed like that for a little while longer. Enjoying the way their skin felt against yours, and the way they felt against each other. You wondered if it would ever get better than this; it seemed impossible, but the two of them had already shown you how “impossible” could be easily conquered. 

“We should clean up and get dressed before they get here,” Remus said as he raised his head and looked at the clock. “We don’t want James or Peter to see us like this.” 

“Hm…” Sirius said thoughtfully. “That could be a way of telling him.” 

“That could be a way to scare the shit out of him,” you responded.

“But then after the shock, he’d know,” Sirius tried to reason. 

“You’re absolutely mental,” Remus said as he pressed a kiss to the boy’s collarbone, and your lips, and pushed himself up. This time neither of you stopped him. He got out of you with a low hiss and pulled the condom off before vanishing it. 

“Étoile,” Sirius asked as he watched Remus’ rubber disappear. “How are you planning to figure that one out?” 

“I have contacts,” you said with a smirk. And then looked down on yourself. You were still rather wet and sticky. Perhaps I could take a quick shower, you thought while looking at the bathroom. Remus and Sirius weren’t much better either, Remus was sticky with Sirius’ first orgasm and Sirius still had cum all over his belly. “We’re a mess.” 

“A beautiful mess,” Remus smiled. 

“A delightful mess,” Sirius agreed. 

You looked at Remus, leaning on his shins as he stood from the bed, he had a small purple mark near his collarbone, which blended seamlessly with some of his scars. You had no idea if that had been you or Sirius that caused it, the fact that it could be either one was exhilarating. “Couldn’t agree more…” 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Remus said, extending his hand to you. 

“What? Aftercare?” you asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Sirius, have you been neglecting our girl?” Remus teased as he looked at the other boy. 

“Last time we fucked it was in the water, and trust me, I cared mighty well for her.” 

You laughed and didn’t complain as Remus pulled you to their bathroom and started the taps. “Not so hot,” Sirius said from the room as he cleaned the bedsheets with a swipe of his wand. He knew Remus usually took scalding showers. 

“You’re not even here,” Remus retorted from the bathroom, although he did open the cold tap a little further. 

“Yet…” Sirius added, and you laughed. There was no way in hell the three of you would fit into the small bath.

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Warm Tea For The Ill

•Remus Lupin x Established Relationship Fem!Reader•

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Word Count: 3k+

Synopsis: You and Remus tell the others you’re feeling ill on a nice day in order to get some down time. Sirius is worried about you both and just wants to make sure you’re ok.

Background: Y/N’s animagus is a bunny, hence the nickname “bunny” and her marauder nickname is “Thumper”. Takes place during 7th year (though not specifically mentioned).

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), face riding (f), unprotected sex, slight dom!Remus, caught having sex, praise kink, fluff

AN:Not edited also my story is deleting parts and glitching out soooo…

“Shhh,” Remus hushed you with a small laugh, holding open the door to the boys dormitory so you could slip inside. Both you and Remus had decided to play ill today in order to get some alone time while everyone else was out at the Black Lake. Knowing the boys and their love for trouble mixed with water, your time together should go completely undisturbed. Normally alone time between you and Remus looked like reading a book together while snuggled up on his bed since the chances of someone busting down the door was so high. The fact that everyone was a good ways away and completely distracted from coming back to bother you and Remus gave you butterflies. 

You shuffled into Remus’s room making your way over to his bed, which sat to the right of the room and closest to the door, as Remus quickly shut the door. The thought of being alone with you overtook Remus’s mind causing him to completely forget to lock the door behind him in the process. Letting out a sigh of relief, Remus was quick to make his way behind you so he could press his body against yours. His face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his lips left soft wet kisses against your exposed skin.

“It feels like bloody forever since we’ve been alone together bunny,” Remus cooed. A soft moan escaped your lips at the feeling, making him smile against your skin. “You smell so good darling, hell you look beyond good. Has me wondering if you taste as good as you look.” He murmured between the kisses he was planting on your shoulder.

“Remus, we’ve been alone together for less than five minutes and you’re already talking about shagging me.” You jokingly scolded whilst bringing your hand up to cup his jaw on the side he was kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t help it,” Remus whined. “You look so bloody gorgeous in my sweater.” His head turned slightly so he could kiss your palm while he spoke. He muttered a few soft praises into your hand before finally shuffling you both forward and onto the bed. 

The light yet inescapable nudges caused you to tumble forward onto Remus’s soft sheets and let out a small “numph” as your stomach made impact with the mattress. Remus let out a small laugh and helped to turn you around onto your back, You let out a huff as you scooted up to lean against the bed’s headboard. “That was mean,” you laugh as Remus begins to crawl over to your sitting figure. His much taller frame looms over yours despite him being on all fours in front of you.

“I just want to cuddle you up and kiss you until your lips are swollen. That’s kinda hard when you’re standing up Y/N.” He laughed as he pressed a kiss against your lips. You could both taste and smell the dark chocolate that lingered on his lips from earlier. Along with the faint scent of old books and morning dew radiating off the rest of his body. You smiled at the smell thinking back to the few times you’d smelled amortentia. It always smelled like Remus, and occasionally, if you were lucky, it sometimes gave off the aroma of Remus’s hair after he showered. 

Remus was also enjoying the sweet scent that radiated off your warm body. Your natural smell of (…), (…), and (…) were a reminder that he really did have someone in this world. For Remus, amortentia was a bittersweet topic and memory. Though it aided him in the reminder of you and all your beauty it was also a reminder of the way his father forced him to smell it at the mere age of five in hopes of confirming Remus still had someone out there for him. Which Remus thought now was silly, since that simply was not how amortentia worked. 

Your hands grasping the bottom of Remus’s sweater are what pulled him from his thoughts and back into your overwhelmingly calming presence. You had a sort of warmth to you that constantly kept Remus grounded no matter what memory crept into his mind. It was the way your warm lips were pressing into his neck and causing him to moan and whimper that reminded him he was right where he was supposed to be. 

Your hands continued to tug at Remus’s sweater until it was over his head and on the ground. The new sensation of cold air against Remus’s skin caused him to shiver. He was now hyper aware of the contrast between the temperature of the room and your burning hands as they traced over the many scars that littered his back and chest. A scratchy moan left his throat as you traced your index finger down the length of his stomach scar and towards the waistband of his black uniform pants.

“You’re always so eager to take care of me bunny, why don’t I take care of you for a bit?” Remus hummed as you toyed with his waistband. 

You pulled away from his neck to look into his pretty brown eyes. “Rem,” you began, fidgeting nervously at the thought. “I would really like that, but I don’t want you to feel like this isn’t about you too.” 

Remus chuckled under his breath, raising his hand to your face so he could brush the fallen strands of hair out of your eye. “I get more pleasure than I think you realize when I’m buried between your thighs.” His lips connected with yours for a moment before continuing, “I get high off the feeling of your legs thrown over my shoulders as they squeeze around my head everytime I touch the right place….” Another kiss. “I love it when you hover over my face and allow yourself to fuck my tongue at the pace that feels best for you little bunny.” His lips were so soft against yours. “It makes me so bloody hard to feel your body trembling.” His voice was seductively sweet as he spoke against your lips, something he did when he was feeling confident. 

His words made your body weak and your mind malfunction, only allowing a small “please,” to escape your lips. It was now Remus’s turn to attack your neck with wet kisses and light red bite marks which almost certainly would leave small purple bruises on your soft skin. You knew that Remus thoroughly enjoyed marking you up as the full moon approached, but you also knew that was at least a week and a half away leaving him in a limbo between having sweet passionate sex, and having rough scandalous sex. 

Remus’s hands danced at the hem of your top signaling that it was now your turn to remove your, well Remus’s, sweater. Instinctively, you raised your arms so Remus could tug the soft material up your torso and over your head. “I have a feeling I’m never getting this sweater back,” Remus teases, sitting up and examining the maroon material in his hand. 

“You can have it back for a little while, but only so it will smell like you again. Then you have to return it,” You tease back, taking the shirt from him. 

“Return? Love, that’s my jumper,” Remus shook his head as he laughed. He took the material back from you but only to toss it to the side. “Not that it matters though darling. I don’t want either of us wearing it right now anyways.” A small giggle escaped your lips at his words making him smile even wider than he was before. He brought his hand up to your right cheek, stroking your jaw with his thumb. “Lay down and relax for me pretty girl,” Remus mumbled as he captured your lips between his own. 

“I can’t lay down if you keep snogging me,” You hum, pulling breathlessly away from the kiss. A small pout settled in on Remus’s face as he shuffled backwards so he could pull you by your legs into a lying position. A gasp left your mouth as your head made contact with his pillow. A smirk played at Remus’s lips while his eyes racked up and down your partially exposed body. 

“This has ought to go,” Remus murmured as his hands found their way to the zipper of your skirt, slowly pulling it off your flushed body. He let out a groan of relief as the skirt slipped past your foot and onto the floor, enjoying the sight of you in just your bra and panties. “These especially have to go,” his voice quivered slightly as he feverishly reached behind your back to unhook your bra. The bulge in his pants becoming increasingly more tight at the sight of your exposed tits.

Remus let out another throaty groan as he positioned himself between your legs so his upper body was hovering over yours. His head dipped down to pick up where he left off earlier, trailing hot kisses down your neck and towards your swollen breast. You let out a few whimpers as Remus’s lips danced across your now exposed chest. His right hand began to roam up and down the curve of your waist while he used the other to prop himself up. His fingers traced patterns onto your skin, dipping between your thighs occasionally before pulling back out to travel up your stomach. 

His lips grazed the swell of your breast making you moan. You could feel him smile against your skin before he used his tongue to slowly circle the skin around your nipple. The sensation pulled a small gasp from your lips as you pushed your chest upwards involuntarily. 

You let out a whine as you grasped Remus’s hair. “Remus please,” you begged. His tongue grazed the underside of your nipple before he took the hard bud between his lips, slowly sucking on the bundle of nerves as you pushed his face deeper into your tit. The feeling of his mouth on you sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your body like an electric shock. You allowed yourself to absorb the waves of pleasure while also focusing on the way his finger tips danced across your lower abdomen. His mouth would occasionally switch between nipples, always leaving a train of kisses in the switching process. Your hands stayed messily tangled in his hair, helping guide his head to the place you wanted him.

Soon you found yourself lightly pushing his head downwards. Desperately wanting to feel his mouth where you needed him most. Remus was quick to pick up on this, since he redirected his trail of kisses down your stomach. Occasionally he would pause to bite the tender flesh before placing a gentle kiss over the damage. His hot trail of kisses was messy, but led where it needed to. Remus’s lips now hovered over the soft fabric covering your lower half. His head dipping downwards so he can place a kiss at the lining of your underwear, before taking it between his teeth. He pulls forward again slightly while snaking his hands under your ass to help lift your hips. His upper body pulls backwards in the process, allowing for him to edge the soft fabric down your thighs and off your legs. 

“I might just have to keep these,” Remus smirked as he held up your panties before tossing them to the floor with the rest of your clothes. His hands slowly traveled back down your body and to your waist so he could help sit you up. You eyed him curiously at the motion, but he only gave you a sly smile in response. He lowered himself onto his back beside you before grabbing your hips once again so he could pull your body over his. He minivered you both so your knees were placed on both sides of his head. His arms coming from behind to wrap around your thighs. 

Remus helped ease you down so your heat hovered just above his face. “Come on bunny,” he cooed. “Ride my face.” You let out a soft moan as you fully lowered yourself onto his tongue, jutting your hips forward at the sensation of his tongue on your clit. You circled your hips slowly, a warm tingly feeling began to bubble up in your stomach as you did so. 

Remus’s grip tightened on your thigh as he helped guide your body forward and then backwards again. He reveled in the feeling of your wet heat as it slid up and down his tongue. He soaked up the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head, squeezing together each time he pressed his tongue flat against your clit. He pulled your body in closer, burying his face as deep in you as he possibly could. Small whimpers and long moans tumbled from your swollen lips as you grinded into your boyfriend's face. 

Within minutes your clit was becoming more and more sensitive as Remus drew circles around the nerve bundle with his tongue. The sensation makes you tremble as you feel yourself growing closer to your high by the second. 

Remus takes advantage of your closeness by slowly moving his hands up your thighs and to your hips. His hands lingered on your hips for a moment before drawing back and harshly grabbing your ass with a loud smack. Your body jutted forward at the sudden impact, the sensation of the slap flooding your senses making you gasp. Remus’s name began repeatedly spewing from your lips as the coil in your stomach snapped. A flood of relief and pleasure washed over your shanking figure as Remus helped you ride out your high from below. 

Exhaustion took over moments later causing you to fall back to Remus’s side once more. A shiver ran through your body as the heat your body had just been previously generating began to subside. Remus lifted his covers up and over both your naked bodies to help warm you up again. You rolled onto your side, facing the door, while Remus cuddled up into your backside. His arm snaked around your waist while he pushed his hips into yours. 

You arched your back with a soft moan at the feeling of his erection being pressed up against your ass. Remus leaned over you slightly so he could pepper kisses against the top of your shoulder and down your arm as he helped you grind yourself into him. “You want me to fuck you from behind bunny?” He moaned, biting into your shoulder softly.

“Y-yes please,” You whimpered, still slightly drowsy from your orgasm. Remus hummed at your response, removing his hand from your waist so he could line himself up at your entrance. He slowly ran the tip of his cock between your fold making you both shiver. Teasingly, he pushed his tip into you, before pulling out again slowly. You let out a small whine wanting Remus to fill you up already. “Remus…please,” you whimpered. 

“So needy,” Remus snickered before fully pushing into you. You let out a soft cry of relief at the feeling, circling your hips into his. Remus began thrusting into you slowly, wanting to take in the feeling of you around his cock for as long as he possibly could. His hands traveled up and down your body, traveling upwards so he could squeeze your tit occasionally. “Ah fuck Y/N,” Remus groaned as he began to pick up speed. “Look at you taking my cock so well.” His words made your body tremble, as soft moans spilled from your lips. Remus kissed his way up your neck and to your ear so he could whisper soft praises to you while he fucked into you mercilessly. 

You could feel his cock buried deep in you, sliding in and out of your dripping heat. Your ass bouncing everytime his hips snapped into yours. Your legs shaking violently at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your g-spot. Your breathing was heavy and so was Remus’s. His stomach muscles flexed with each thrust into you. His shakey moans and low groans told you he was enjoying every inch of your body. 

Remus could feel himself nearing closer to his high at the exact moment the handle to the door began to jiggle. Both you and Remus froze, pulling the covers up and over your shoulders to hide the fact you weren’t wearing anything. Your clothes were on the opposite side of the bed to the door, meaning if one of the boys just popped in they wouldn’t see. 

The door creaked open slightly revealing a blob of messy black hair. Sirius poked his head in to look at what he believed to be “sick” Y/N and Remus. “Hey, I just wanted to check on you guys,” Sirius said with a small sympathetic smile. 

“We’re doing alright, thanks Sir-“ you let out a small groan at the feeling of Remus thrusting out and then back into you lightly. 

“You both look bloody awful,” Sirius chuckled, scanning your red sweaty faces. “You both look like you’ve got a fever, do you need to go to the infirmary?” Remus thrusted into you again, causing yet another gasp to escape your lips, which you tried to cover up with a small cough. 

“We’re alright mate, just a bit under the weather. Our naps been helping though,” Remus replied, offering Sirius a smile. He had begun to pick up a steady pace now, thrusting in and out of you slowly. Your breathing picked up slightly, as you tried to keep down your noise level. 

“You alright Y/N?” Sirius asked, eyeing your shaky figure. 

“Y-yeah just a bit..ugh” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling Remus’s fingers suddenly drawing small circled on your clit. “Fuck, sorry..I-um, I just have..have the j-jitters.” You huffed out, feeling a knot building up in your stomach for the second time that day. Waves of pleasure continue to course through your body as Remus keeps up his steady thrusts. 

“Do you want me to bring you a warm cup of tea from the hall?” Sirius asked as he observed the way your body was shaking slightly. You both made eye contact for a moment before you were forced to screw them shut at the feeling of your orgasm hitting you. You could feel your thighs squeeze together around Remus’s hand as he continued to lightly rub your clit through your high. You let out a few soft moans, before finally collecting yourself enough to meet Sirius' eyes again. 

It didn’t last long, since you could feel Remus begin to twitch inside you. His cock slowly draws out of you, before harshly pushing back in a few more times. Each thrust got harder and sloppier before the feeling of Remus filling you up with cum overtook your senses. Your eyes fluttered closed again as you let out another soft moan.

“Y/N…I’m going to go grab you some tea….Just stay right there…” Sirius' face turned from one of concern to sheer worry, genuinely believing that you were extremely sick. 

“T-Thank you p-padfoot,” You groaned as Remus pulled out of you. His cum dripped out of you and down the back of your thighs in the process. Sirius shut the door quickly and you could hear him scurry down the hall. “Remus what the actual fuck.” You sighed after a brief moment.

“Mmmm, did you enjoy that Bunny, because I sure did.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. You let out another soft moan as you sat up. “Oh bunny,” Remus chuckled, “I love you.” He sat up as well, eyeing the clothes on the floor. “Let’s get dressed, and then we can run a bath for us in the Prefects bathroom hmm? We can use the one no one ever goes into.” 

You nodded quickly in agreement, allowing Remus to help dress you. As if on cue to you both being somewhat presentable, Sirius burst through the door once again holding a cup of tea. You thanked him profusely, taking the cup from his hand. 

“I’m going to take Y/N to grab a warm bath,” Remus told Sirius while taking your hand in his.

“That will probably help, feel better Thumper.” Sirius said ruffling your hair. 

“Thanks Pads,” You smiled, giving him a small hug. 

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Remus walks with you hand and hand down the corridors as you both make your way to the much more secluded Perfect bathroom. Due to the absurd location, you and Remus were truly the only two people to use the bathroom. You thoroughly believed that you both were the only ones to know about it in fact. And so, when you arrived at the entrance and pulled the doors open, neither of you were surprised that it was empty. 

Sneaking in quickly, Remus closed the door behind the both of you as you began peeling off your clothes. As your robes dropped from your body you observed the purple bruises beginning to form on your skin in the mirror. Remus shuffled behind you, followed by the sound of running water from the bath. Your eyes wandered across the mirror and  over to where he stood in front of the tub, admiring his every move. You watched as he slipped off his sweater, followed by his pants. The way his skin seemed to glow under the bathroom lights. Remus met your gaze, giving you a bright smile as he approached your naked figure. His arms engulfed you from behind, dangling loosely around your waist. 

He began pressing soft kisses to the top of your shoulder as you let out a sigh of relief. You were in desperate need of some after care after being interrupted by Sirius, and you knew the moment his lips made contact with your skin you would receive it. You also knew this was the perfect opportunity to take care of Remus as well, one of your favorite things to do. 

“Rem..the water is done, we have to go turn it off.” You hummed as you wiggled out of his grip to go turn the faucet off. Remus was quick to follow you, stepping into the tub before offering you his hand so he could help you get in. “The you,” you giggled, taking Remus’s hand so you could both sit down and enjoy the warm water. You allowed the feeling to engulf you as your back laid pressed against Remus’s chest. 

He was slowly scooping water over your head to wet your hair. Once he fould it to be sufficiently wet he began lathering his hands with shampoo. He slowly ran his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp slowly. 

You hummed at the feeling, hoping he would never stop. You knew this was where you wanted to be forever, “I love you Remus,” you whispered softly. 

“Oh darling,” Remus sighed, “I love you.”

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[bruisedboys]

for the 2k celebration

🧸 remus + reader holding remus face

congratulations!

summary: you collect a drunk remus

fem!reader 0.6k words

“Wait til I tell Remus you’re here,” Sirius says, opening his apartment door. “He’s drunk off his ass and he’s been asking for you for like, a bloody half hour.”

You huff. “Hello to you, too.”

Sirius grins and lets you in. “He’s in the living room,” he says, sounding exasperated and like Remus is maybe worse than you’d initially thought. “Good luck, doll.”

You spare Sirius a sarcastic smile before making your way to the living room. You spot Remus almost immediately, not because he’s the centre of attention, he never is, but because it’s like you’ve got eyes only for him sometimes. He’s smooshed on the couch between James and Marlene, looking totally hard done by.

“Y/N!” James cheers, spotting you in the doorway first, because Remus is too busy struggling to keep his eyes open. “Thank goodness you’re here.”

He elbows Remus, whose head is thrown back against the couch cushions as he squints at the overhead lights. Remus whirls on James, so fast you’re worried it makes him dizzy.

“What do you want?” He grumbles, as if he’s been interrupted from doing something very important. Like staring at Sirius’s light fixture.

James laughs, thankfully. You suppose Remus has been this far gone for a while now. “Your girlfriend’s here,” he says. “Look.”

Remus follows James’s finger, looking like he doesn’t believe him until his eyes land on you. You beam and wave.

Remus’s face lights up. “Y/N,” he slurs, more of an affectionate, sticky sound than a word.

Sirius, who’s come up behind you, sniggers.

You ignore him. “Hi, Remus,” you say sweetly. You cross the room until you’re right in front of him, his knees pushing into your legs. He stares up at you all drunk and lovesick, a goofy smile on his mouth. You push a mess of curls from his forehead and his smile grows. “How’re you feeling, baby?”

“Perfect now you’re here,” Remus beams.

Everyone groans, not including you. Remus doesn’t even take notice. His eyes have fallen to your stomach. He pinches at the fabric of your shirt.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says, like he’s had an epiphany, like you’ve never worn an item of his clothing before. His hands slide over your stomach and around your waist, clasping against the small of your back. He looks up at you, his chin digging into your stomach, with far too much fondness for a public setting like this. “Looks good on you, gorgeous.”

Another round of groans, though you’re starting to think the groaning is more affectionate than annoyed. Either way, you think you better get your poor drunk boyfriend out of here before he embarrasses himself further.

“Thank you, Remus,” you say. You manage to squeeze your forearms in between his chest and your stomach so you can take his face in your hands. His head goes heavy in your hands and he smiles drunkenly.

“You ready to go home?” You ask him, dragging your thumbs over his cheekbones.

He nods. “Please,” he says, then, because he’s Remus and will never pass up an opportunity to be annoying, even when drunk, he grips the back of your shirt and puts on a pleading tone. “Get me out of here, Y/N.”

Marlene scoffs and reaches over to smack him on the back of his head (gently). James and Sirius protest loudly, and Lily just smiles as you tug Remus to his feet and get an arm around his back.

“Bye, everyone,” you say brightly, though Remus is already trying to drag you out of the room without saying goodbye. “See you Friday!”

You miss the goodbye’s from your friends because Remus has tugged you out into the entryway. He’s clinging to your — well, his — shirt like it’s a lifeline, his hands warm even through the fabric.

“Remus, honey.” You say, laughing. “What’s the rush?”

“M’tired,” he says, and he sounds it. He stops walking and looks up at you, all messy hair and droopy eyes, very pathetic-looking if you’re being honest. You won’t tell him that. “Wanna go to bed with you.”

You melt at that, rubbing his back with one hand while the other pushes his flop of hair from his eyes. You smile at him. “What are we waiting for, then?”

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[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: minors do not interact, smut, fem! Reader no use of y/n, WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT, academical rivals to lovers, Remus' amazing stamina since he is a werewolf, oral sex (f! receiving), rough dom!Remus yet somewhat loving, breeding kink, marking , teasing , breast worship, p in v... aftercare <3

A buzzing sound is the only thing I can hear. My eyes close as I painfully approach my fourth orgasm. "Oh God." I breathe out while moaning.

Two scarred hands grip my hips to keep me in place. I look down pleading with my eyes for a small break. Forest green mischievous eyes, now almost black covered with lust, look back at me full with mirth and focus on the task ahead.

Remus's tongue laps repeatedly for over three hours. Edging and overstimulating me at the same time. He chuckles at me, the sound delivered directly to my swollen lips as he continues eating me out, no scratch that, he is devouring me and everything I can offer him, for my sweet melodic sounds as he says to my dripping juices, his words once again. He sucks violently at my clit and proceeds his former actions by trying to form a hickey to my cunt.

"Remus" is his answer for the torturous adventure he set on doing today along with my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my hands taking hostage in their tight grips both his curly brown hair and the sheets.

"That's how I want you. A sweaty moaning mess of my doing, with my name at the tip of your tongue instead of all those witty remarks you have been firing my way all these years. Cum for me. Prove to me how much you wanted me and denied it for years." He demands bossy as ever.

"Don't you dare think for one second Lupin that I- '' I start to say, but he has other plans. He lifts my hips effortlessly and without warning I cum. Hard. I see white for almost forty delightfully, heavenly seconds.

My head lolls side to side as he rides out my high. When he is done he lets go of my hips and watches them as they bounce on the mattress. He smirks at me like the devil he is and crawls close to my face. He trails with his nose, my cheekbone, my jaw and zeroes to my ears. " I will fuck you sooo hard. You won't be able to walk. You will be covered with my marks for days to come. Do you understand?" He whispered and I shuddered.

Yes, this is what I want. I think. It was no secret how Remus was like this in bed. Many many girls have gloated about their accomplishments and how they caught his eyes. My mind drifted back a few months when I caught him with that Hufflepuff girl in the library. Hidden behind stacks of books and bookshelves. How he caught my eyes, full of lust, and locked our gazes as he spead up and fucked that girl.

I felt him move as he removed my bra and his shirt along with his boxers. I took a minute to admire him. God he was beautiful, everything was covered in scars of all sizes and adorned his body due to his lycanthropy. Also he was ripped, muscular arms led to broad shoulders to his defined and chiseled abs and ended in a magnificent V in his hips. Right above… . I drew a steading breath, he was huge. A remark popped into my head that I said to him only hours ago.

"If you like to be such an asshole and act like a dick, at least prove that you have a big one."

"Is that a challenge?" He answered innocently.

That's how I have found myself here. In bed with him, looking at him like he was a sight for sore eyes after four orgasm and what felt like more to come.

He was staring at me. Specifically my breasts which he fondled, groped and kissed above my bra earlier. But now, they were out, in the open for him to see, he had already slightly bruised them from the force he held them mere minutes ago. "Take a picture it wouldn't take longer" I snap at him.

He slowly lifts his eyes to mine and says " I might do exactly that, but later, when I am done ruining you" and with that he ducked down, took one breast in his mouth, the other in his hand and started playing.

He kept at it for over half an hour, slapping, sucking, nipping , biting and kissing both my breasts. While I was moaning and grinding my hips against his like there was no tomorrow. "Enjoying yourself? " I ask, sarcasm coating my voice as he was coating me with sweat and his saliva.

"Quite frankly, yes. But alas I should give you what you challenged me for. Shouldn't I?" He ran his tip above my entrance, teasing me. I rolled my hips not able to control myself anymore and a hand came down to the side of my bum. " I make the rules here, dovey." I whimpered as he started playing with me once again, running his fingers above where I needed him the most, circling my clit in eight-figures and covering my neck and collarbones with hickeys. When he finally had enough he held my thighs firmly and entered me in one hard fluid motion as he bit down at the top of my breast.

I moaned and felt tears streaming down my face. "Full. So full." I choked out feeling the way he brushed all those spots inside of me , even without moving. "You think this is full? Wait until I have pumped you full with my cum and it's running down your thighs because it's too much. Then you will be full dove." I moaned and thighted around him. He grunted and started moving his hips. He was rough and fast and so impossible deep. And I loved it. My hands circled around his neck and scratched his back. I looked up at him helplessly as he pounded into me and let our skins slap against each other. My mouth was permanently open now, no sound escaping as he did wonders to me.

"Fuck you feel so good. That's it. You see how desperate I am for you. God you are so tight, such a vise." I buried my head in his shoulder and next thing I know I am cumming around him. He continues fucking me as I ride my high and I black out for a bit.

When I regain consciousness, my face is buried in a pillow and hands hold my lifted hips in place as he pistons against me. "Remus" a scream muffled by the pillow but he hears my call. He pauses briefly and leans down on top of me, laying on my back and softly kissing my neck. "You alright?"

"Yes" my voice not above a whisper as he hits stilled that spot inside of me that makes me see stars. " I fucked you dumb, huh? You want more of this don't you? Tell me you're mine. And I will be yours. I will fuck you until you are begging me to stop, I going to rail the life out of you. Just say it."

"I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me." My voice picks up at the end as I hit another high. He turns me around and lays me on my back. Still inside of me.

"Sweet merlin you're perfect." He puts my legs on his shoulders and sets at a deep and rough pace. "Do you think you can cum for me? One last time? Or I drained you?"he asks mockingly. I want to prove him wrong so badly. He continues his movement and buries his head to my chest. He gets more frantic and sloppy as he approaches his finish line. "Will you cum with me?" Yes. I want to say but both our highs take me by surprise.

He slows down and draws himself away from me.

He walks to a door and I hear water running. He comes back grinning as he looks at me completely fucked out in the bed. He lifts me and walks me over to the bathroom. He sets me down in the water and I hiss as it stings in all the now bruised areas. I look up to him and he joins me in the tub. He draws me close to his chest and I hum delighted.

"When is the second round going to take place?" He asks, smirking and laughs at my surprised expression." You didn't think I was done with you did you? I want to take you against walls, in the shower, have on top of me as I fuck up into you." He whispers in my ear. "You have that all planned out, don't you?" He nods at my question.

"Honest to God. I think about you constantly. You occupy my mind every second in every hour every day, all year. So let me make this right. Will you, my darling rival, do me the honor of being my girl?"

I look at him, his open expression and his hopeful eyes. He is being truthful. "On one condition." I say and watch as he smiles and mumbles under his breath something about bossiness and stubbornness. "Admit that you cheated in that test last Wednesday."

"Never" he says laughing as he splashes me with water and then lets me nussle in his neck. Maybe he is not half bad, I think drifting off to sleep, feeling a tender kiss being placed at my temple.

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[robynlilyblack]

No one messes with my guy

Remus Lupin x fem! slytherin! reader

Summary: Remus' girl is the least slytherin like slytherin the world had ever seen, but when she finds out he's getting bullied, she proves why she wears a green tie

Warnings: swearing, talks of scars and insecuirties, mean bullies, Remus getting picked on, mentions of sex, partial nudity and slightly heated scene near the end, kissing, alot of intimacy and fluff at the end, established relationship, reader is a badass good girl, hurt/comfort

A/n: 4.2k words, reader is like really lazily and sleeps everywhere, thank you for the request! enjoy xx

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Remus fiddled with his quill, treating the now dry nip like it was a muggle pen, twirling it around in his fingers as he stared hopelessly at his page. He had been on this practice question for a while now, one originally left in hope it would suddenly come to him but it was now sitting there mocking him a mere half an hour later.

“Bu-” he stops himself, letting out a sweet chuckle at the sight before him

You had joined him for a study session just like you always did, and just like always you had fallen asleep during it. Cheek adorably squished up against the crook of your elbow, breathing soft, relaxed

You looked so peaceful. Serene

He envied you a little for being so carefree, feeling so safe you could sleep anywhere. The library, outside against a tree, in class, even the great hall on occasion. Still he smiled, that little bit of jealousy held nothing to love he possessed, never would he thought a slytherin would capture not only his heart but his friends

Yet how could they not, when you were the sweetest girl the world had ever seen? The girl that fell asleep on him anywhere and everywhere, the girl that could sleep as long as he did and with pleasure after full moons, the girl that had his heart entirely, so much that his fears faded away when you were near

He stands up, deciding to take a turn around the library and instead of waking you for help. Before he leaves he presses a kiss to your temple, heart fluttering as your lips tug up and you hum, cuddling into your crossed arm a little more

“Be back soon bun” he whispers like you could hear him, gifting your sleepy figure one last look before he heads down a random row of bookshelves

He doesn’t get far though, someone trips him up from behind, sending him crashing to the floor. Luckily his hands catch him just in time, but the sting in his knees and wrists from the impact do nothing for his already achy bones. 

He groans, wincing as he looks up to see a two people he knew too well, and not for the better 

“Some marauder you are” the girl scoffs “Nothing without your little friends”

“Even the fat one has thicker skin” the boy cackles at his own cruelty and Remus’ blood boils, yet he can’t find it in him to get up, fight back…not that he ever did

“What’s wrong scar face?” the girl mocks him, bending at the hip in order to belittle him further

“Just leave me alone” he closes his eyes for a second, his tone of someone clearly exhausted, dare say broken from the bullying that has been inflicted upon him for 7 years

“And why would we do that? You know for a bookworm you should love the poetic nature of a bully getting bullied” she lets out a laugh at the end

Remus finally pulls himself up, standing shaily as he replies “I’m not a bully” he says firmly, out of his friends the only bullies were Sirius and James, yet even they now had calmed and matured significantly

The girl crosses her arms, looking skeptical while the boy notices him looking backwards “Who are you looking for?” he asks but then his face lights up in a sinister like recognision “Ah. That little snake of a girlfriend” 

Remus jaw clenches at the emphasis “Don’t bring her into this” 

The girl laughs “Oh we won’t. Her dating you is a great joke in itself”

“Merlin every time I’ve seen you together she’s asleep”

“Bore her much?” 

“Or maybe she pretends to sleep so she doesn’t have to look at that face” 

They take turns at their insults, a quick fire of every insecurity he possesses, hitting him again and again, and it takes its toll

“Aww is the freak getting upset” the boy pouts at him

“Shut up” he begs them

“You’re pathetic Lupin, worthless” her words are cruel but her tone his crueller, so harsh Remus can feel it cutting into his heart “A joke of man by how much of a pale…” she stabs his chest with her finger “...sickly…” and again “...monster…” once more “...you are”

Monster 

The last one cuts him deep, like they knew what he was. Really they just meant his appearance but still it hurt more than anything

“She’s a pretty thing ya know. That girl of yours” the boy states, taking a step towards him “Maybe I’ll take a crack at her once she comes to her scenes. Silly girl clearly, but purebloods stick together…besides sillier girls are easier to tame” he says the last part lowly, stepping past him and going on his miserable sod of a way

“Freak” the girl butts her shoulder into him as she passes by as well leaving Remus alone

He should have stood up for himself, punched the guy for his words, merlin he should kill him for what he said about you. But he didn’t, his fists softened, the tears fell, and he found himself leaning against the bookcases, head tilted upwards as he tried his best not to completely break down

Pathetic. Worthless. Freak.

You would come look for him once you’d woken up, which would be soon since you were funny like that. Even in your sleep you could sense his prolonged absence. 

Monster.

Wiping his tears, he readies himself to pass off the hurt for pre-moon pain. He never thought you low enough to leave him for being weak, yet he would never let you know what just happened, what had been happening since they laid eyes on him in first year

Thankfully when he returns to his spot you’re still asleep. Sitting beside you again, he shrugs off his robes and pulls off his jumper, covering you with the first and placing the second under your head as a pillow

“Thank you Rem” you murmur, arm lazily coming down to hug his thigh, pulling it flush against yours

He felt instantly better at that, the pain from his exchange would remain, the insecurities he already had for himself and from them would linger on, but his heart knew they were just that, insecurities, they weren’t the truth. Besides, in a month he would graduate, he’d never need to see them again, and he’ll get to spend the rest of his life with you

“Anything for you bunny”

You were angry, beyond angry actually, you were damn near furious. It had been a week since you’d woken up and overheard your boyfriends bullies in the library, one week you had been gathering information on the two so you could destroy them at the right moment 

And that moment was right now

“Hey!” you shout, startling more than one person, terrifying everyone in that corridor with just one glare

The sleepy girl in class had finally woken up on the wrong side of the bed, the girl who was inherently ‘not slytherin’ would destroy that title in threefold today

“Yeah I’m talking to you two” your eyes narrow in on them while the other students around you relax a little, they weren’t in your sights yet they still stepped back

Your shouts draw the attention of the marauders as well, all glancing up the hall to see what's going on, noting the large crowd

“Wonder what's happening” Peter says, sadly a little too short to see anything

“Probably some girl who caught her partner cheating” Sirius shakes his head with a small laugh “Y’all coming to watch” his face morphs into a smirk, his love of drama entertaining to his friends

“I’m good man enjoy” Remus says with a laugh, bidding Sirius goodbye as he stands with Peter, watching James climb up on a nearby window

“Watch yourself” Peter warns, hands moving to upwards to catch James if he fell

Remus was chuckling at his James’ laziness when he saw his eyes widen, before literally cleaning his glasses to check he was seeing it right. 

Suddenly he jumps down, grabbing Remus by his cardigan and Peter by the wrist

“Prongs what the-” Remus is cut off

“It’s your girl” is all he says letting go of the boys but gently rubs Peters wrist to say sorry if he hurt it

“What?” Remus forcefully stops in his tracks, looking at James wide eyed

“It’s your girl” James points to the crowd, hithering for him to follow

“My girl” Remus looks at the crowd then James “My girl” it dawns on him, following swiftly

Meanwhile the girl and boy whose names you couldn’t give a lesser fuck about were finally bring their attention to you

“What do you what?” the girl glares at you but you see right through it, her eyes give away her fear and in all honesty you’d be scared of you right now too

Sirius arrived just then, mouth dropping in shock and backing up to go get the others when James wraps his arm around him and Remus and Peter appear on his other side. 

Remus felt sick as he saw who you were in a confrontation with, wondering how you knew or if this was all some coincidence, but really, he knew the answer

“Leave him alone” you say scarily calm, a stark contrast to the rage within and your earlier shout 

“Or what? What are you going to do about it sweetheart?” the boy steps forward

He was a little taller than you, and clearly trying to use that to intimidate you whilst simultaneously eying you like a piece of meat. You knew who he was, another arrogant rich pureblood whose name meant everything in his eyes but nothing in the real world. 

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend or friends, all you could see was red and the two arses who dared hurt the sweetest man who ever lived. But if you had seen them, you would have saw James grabbing Sirius’ hand to stop him from punching the boy, while Peter does something similar for your boyfriend

“You know, my father knows your father” you start, watching the confusion take over his face but a few other slytherins including a younger brother of one of the marauders knew where this was going and grinned subtly “Prissy little fellow, strange isn’t it?” you ask almost rhetorically, almost, because you know the idiot will answer 

You stepped towards him then, looking up at him with no fear, and, if anything, amusement

“What's strange?” he plays right into your trap

“Well your mother and father are quite small, even your grandparents are rather short, whole family actually…strange that you’re so tall is all” you muse earning sniggers from the crowd and the boys face falters “But alas your heritage isn’t my point” you smirk, glancing at the girl who looks like she's getting ready to run before your quiet calculated wrath turns towards her

“And your point?” his face hardens again, the fury in his eyes already marking your victory

“My father’s your boss” you state then seei the pure shock on his face “Didn’t know that huh?” you say teasingly

“Even if your father is his boss he can’t fire him based off you running to daddy over some narrative you’ve got in your pretty little head about your boyfriend” he tries to mock back, gain laughter on his side but there's a dead silence, almost uncomfortable as everyone can feel the second hand embarrassment

Your smirk grows

“Oh mister asswipe” that gains laughs and a cackle you recognise as Sirius’ “Can I call you asswipe?”

“N-”

“Good” you shut him up “Well mister asswipe, and little miss asswipe, don’t think I’ve forgotten about you dearie” you throw her a wink and that finally sends her running off, abandoning her ‘friend’ and you giggle “Looks like miss asswipe left the building” you shrug 

Remus watches you amazed, seeing his girlfriend put his and so many others bullies in place was satisfying, almost empowering, to watch…although it also reminded him to never, ever, piss you off

“Your girl is fucking awesome” Sirius whispers, shaking his head and loving every second of this

“She's so cool” Peter smiles

“Chose well mate” James lifts his hand from Sirius’ shoulder and pats Remus’ back

Remus can barely splutter a 'thanks' back as he listens to the boy scoff

“Avoiding my question with a misdirect? Amateur y/l/n” he rolls his eyes, earning boos from the crowd that you would later find out was started by Sirius and James

“If anyone's an amateur it’s your father. Let’s face it he’s only got a job at the Ministry because he’s rich and pure blooded, and while my family may also possess those traits we have something your inbred one could never have”

“And what is that?” 

“Respect, love...oh and class of course” you say simply “So, how would it affect your fathers already unsteady reputation when 3 to 4 dozen students come forward tomorrow with their statements of how you, and your little friend, have been bullying them for the last 7 years” you pose with a wicked grin, 'ohhh's' coming from the crowd around you and a 'damn' from who you can only assume was James

“I-ugh” he panics looking around the room and is met with no sympathy

“You see if there’s one thing even the purist of fuckers and the mugglest of muggleborns can agree on is what a piece of shit looks like and you, Mr Asswipe, are that…” you stab his chest exactly like the girl did last week “…piece…” again “…of…” and again “…shit” 

The boy looked mortified and down right terrified, clearly hoping that situation was hypothetical but judging by your dementor and satified smirk, his reputation really would be going down the toilet tomorrow 

Your smile dropped to a glare, ready to seal your final threat when you glanced briefly to the side, doubling back as you see Remus and your face softens immediately. He looked somewhere between shocked and impressed, but above all relieved, gifting you a funny looking yet grateful smile

You give him a quick one back before returning to the boy in front, face hardening to a menacing look once more “If you ever bully anyone again I will end you, but if you or your little friend dare come near my guy again, so much as breathe the wrong air around him I will do so much worse. So. much. worse” you say the last bit slower and lower, puting the fear of Salazar into the boy, who’s name we care not about "No one messes with my guy"

You point at him, trying not to laugh at fear on his face nor him literally shaking in his so last season boots

“Understood?” he nods quickly “Sorry princess, couldn’t hear you”

“U-understood”

“Good” he doesn’t move “You can leave now” and he does, quickly, like a penquin with his arse on fire, meanwhile the crowd claps

You give them a smile, seeing a couple professors pretending like they saw nothing in the corner of your eye, both wearing smirks. 

Your main focus went to Remus, walking right up to him but you’re cut off by his friends

“Teach us” James gets down on knees as does Sirius both bowing their heads like you were a god

“If moony says no to marriage I’m here darling” Sirius adds earning a smack in the back of his head by Remus 

“She’s my girl” his words and voice so soft yet so firm

“Sorry Siri” you shrug, throwing him a wink before taking your boyfriends hand and leading him away, leaving James and Sirius chucking while Peter gives you a rather adorable wave goodbye

There aren’t many words spoken on the way to his dorm, only the password to the portrait and a ‘you first’, both said by Remus in a whisper

“Are there actually people coming forward tomorrow?” He wonders, closing the door behind you

You giggle “Yup” you pop the p “He’s never gonna bother you or anyone again”

“How-” he’s cut off by you taking his hands and leading him towards the bed

“You remember last week at our study session?” You ask, dropping your hand from his and beginning to undo his tie

He nods “you heard them?” he asks, heart rate picking up at both the conversation and your soft movements 

You slide off his tie, pads of your fingers pressing tenderly into his shirt as you push off his cardigan “I did” you admit, placing his tie and cardigan on a nearby chair

“Why didn’t you mention it?” He’s whispering now, breathless at the simple movements done with so much care 

You begin unbuttoning his shirt, placing a sweet kiss on the new skin exposed with each one undone 

“You didn’t want me to know” you say simply between kisses “So I plotted how to destroyed them”

He chuckles at that 

“You succeeded there Bunny” he lets out a smile, a weight lifted for the first time in a long while

You continue to kiss down his chest to his stomach and Remus’ eyes flutter with each one

You untuck his shirt “You think I went a little far?” you meet his eyes, you felt no sympathy or guilt for what you did but you needed to know he felt it just

“Best thing I’ve ever seen” he wasn’t lying, seeing his girl humiliate his bullies was a little hot, he had no idea how much of a spitfire you could be when you wanted to

You smile, leaning in to kiss his nose “I thoroughly enjoyed it” your fingers run up his chest, gently playing with his dusting of hair as you do before you push off his shirt and place it with his other clothing

Remus takes over when you fingers move to your own tie “let me” he kisses your temple, nudging his nose deeper into your hair afterwards as he can’t express his gratitude through words

He takes off your emerald tie, placing it neatly with his own. He kisses your nose, adoring the scrunch and giggle while his hands find the hem of your jumper. Your hands go up without instruction, this dance had been done multiple times before, yet neither of you grew bored of it

His fingers find your buttons, copying your own movements and kissing as he goes. His fingers tickle your skin as he untucks it, and he catches it when you let it fall from your shoulders. 

“Pretty bunny” he compliments, now sitting up on his knees and kissing just below your belly button

“Pretty wolf” you return, seeing the inner conflict in his eyes at it

You encourage him to stand up and he takes your extended hands which help him to his feet. You then unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers, pushing them down just a little and letting them fall to his ankles before taking his hands again, needlessly but sweetly helping him step out of them

Left in his boxers Remus’ fingers hook around the band of your skirt, gently pulling it over your hips before allowing it to fall to the floor. He then moves you towards the bed, tugging your tights down to your thighs

“Sit down bunny” he gently asks, chuckling as you do sit but let your body fall back onto the bed, lifting your legs for him

He glides the tights off, placing them with your skirt while you sit up

“Is my night shirt still here?” you sit up, already unclasping your bra

He nods, grinning to himself as he goes to his dresser and catches a glimpse of you as he does. 

Grabbing the shirt he turns back to find you have already gotten under the covers, sitting with your knees bent, arms lazily wrapped around them with a thin sheet covering yourself, back on full display for him

“Come here big guy” you tap the bed next to you

His face light up, cheeks raising as he climbs in next to you “Here Bunny” he holds out the shirt only for you to gently push his hand back

His eyebrows knit for all of two seconds before the raise, face flustering as the covers drop and you turn around, leg lifting up and over as you straddle him

You take the shirt from his now loose hand, while his eyes flick from your chest to your face but mostly to your chest until the shirt slides over them

“You’re killing me” he tells you, hands sliding up your bare thighs slowly 

“I know” you say, pressing your lips together as you smile

“Cruel temptress” his hands find their way under your shirt, resting on your hips, thumbs caressing where your band of your underwear meets your bare thigh, tucking themselves into the crevice 

You bite your lip, eyes trailing down his chest to the pudge of his stomach, loving the squish from his seated position 

“Maybe…or perhaps you’re just so beautiful I can’t help myself” you say, causing his already dusted cheeks to kiss his eyelashes 

“You really think so?” He asks, like he has too many times before but you still treat it like the first time

Cupping his cheeks you whisper “I know so” yet this time you have more to add “you aren’t pathetic nor are you worthless. You have more in that heart of yours than they could have in a hundred lifetimes. You are more than what you turn into once a month and the scars you have from them” you kiss the old wound on his nose “They are beautiful, they aren’t a reminder of a monster they’re a reminder of the brave…brave man in front of me” you peck his lips as you speak, unable to resist “You’re not a monster or a freak. You’re Remus, the man as pretty as the thing you’re named after”

His grip on your hips tightens slightly, bringing you that little bit closer as he leans his forehead on yours for a few seconds before pulling back, eyes a little glassy

“I adore you” is all he says, no denial of his beauty, no argument that he was indeed a monster, no, none of that this time

You smile “I adore me too” you quip, yelping a little as he nips your sides “Meany” you giggle before one hand drifts up and pulls you in for a kiss

Sadly, you pull away early, much to his, and your, disappointment but you can’t let it go unsaid

“I love you”

He didn’t need the confirmation, everything you just said, did and were doing for him confirmed your love. 

Still, hearing those words completed him

“Say it again” 

“I love you” you repeat, chewing on your lip as his hand moves back to your hips to pull you impossibly closer

“One more” he whispers, leaning in, lips brushing

“I love you Remus lupin” your lips tickle his, both smiling before your lips meet again

Your hand finds his chest, palms flat against it, while his move up and down your waist. Lips moving in sync while your bodies try to move closer, merge as one. His tongue sliding out and over your lips, diving in when you grant permission

“Hey you’ll never…oh hello”

You and Remus jump at the noise, lips disconnecting with a small trail of saliva as you turn your head to see James and Sirius at the door, the former with Peter asleep in his arms as a rat and the latter with food from the kitchens 

Remus’ hand lowered your shirt the moment the door clicked open, hands resting on your bum to ensure it was covered. While you wipe your now plumb lips with a shy smile on your face

Sirius was smiling while James raised an eyebrow “You two doing it right now or is this still the lead up?” He wonders motioning 

You giggle, tucking your head into the crook of Remus’ neck while he answers “Out” he points 

Sirius chuckles, turning to James “Told ya he’d get turned on by…”

“Pads” Remus scolds, cheeks heating up so fast you can feel it creeping up his neck

“What?” Sirius shrugs while James pushes him out of the room mouthing ‘sorry’ although that was mostly for you when you peak out at them

The moment the door shuts again you and Remus start laughing, especially at the muffled “be safe” from Sirius 

“So” Remus starts once the laughter dies down

“So” you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, hands finding his and playing with them

“What do you want to do?” He asks, although he’s pretty sure he knows the answer

“You know what” you grin at him

He lets out a chuckle “Come on then” you both wiggle down on the bed until his head meets the pillow

You smile to yourself, shifting your weight to one side and lowering yourself to lay beside him. Remus reaches down and grabs the covers, pulling them up until your shoulder, as your head moves to lay in the crook of his shoulder

“I love you rem” you kiss the side of his chest, leg and hand moving around him

“Love you too bunny” he kisses your hair, arms wrapping securely around you “sweet dreams”

“Sweet dreams” you murmur, somehow already falling asleep

Remus just smiles down at you, not one hour ago you had the entire school afraid and in shock, while now it was like none of that ever happened and you were his sleepy bunny again…and he was your guy, your wolf…

Your moon

Thank you for reading 💛 (a/n: hope someone got the doctor who reference in there)

[yellow-berrys]

sweet weeping soul | remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: your friends aren't really your friends, and remus lupin helps you realise that. a (hopefully realistic) tale of toxic friendship and how one escapes from it, into healthy relationships, both platonic and romantic. angst -> fluff

aka five times you cry in front of remus and one time he cries in front of you.

warnings: toxic platonic relationships, crying, sadness, envy, insecurity

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Remus Lupin makes you feel different, not yourself, per se. Around him, you become soft and reserved. It’s rare you have a conversation anyway— for you never really talk to him, or spend heaps of time around him. Lily is friends with him and you’re friends with Lily, so by extension he is your good friend too. 

He is prettier than you and so kind, always with a cuddly quarter zip on or a fuzzy sweater. Sometimes he looks at you like he might kiss you, but you’ve seen him with other people and he looks at them the same, dark lashes nearly touching. 

Remus has been told that he’s soft, all his life. There’s a steadiness gleaming from his kind honey-brown eyes, and a certain gentlemanly way to his neat strands of light brown hair. There’s gentle written all over him, and he always has a sweater on in the colder seasons. He always looks quiet, and he always is quiet, preferring to leave the talking to Sirius or James. Remus is everything consistent and everything mellow. A little mystery is woven into the way he does everything too. It makes him elusive, more interesting. 

Mostly, he begs to differ. If you really get to know him, he swears like a sailor and is scarred like one too. His humour is snarky and sometimes crude. But he guesses that other people might be right, because he forgives too easily and loves too hard. 

Especially as you’re alone at breakfast, sitting at your place down the table and playing with your food. You look a bit distraught, he thinks. Where’s Lily? And everyone else? You clatter down your fork because everything looks unappetising. Even the delicacies the house-elves prepare so painstakingly look dull and dreadful. 

Remus notices your self-deprecating expression as a Slytherin girl passes by you and waves. She looks at you inquisitively and you respond with a small smile that is the furthest thing from genuine. She leaves with an arm hooked into her boyfriend’s, both looking worried for you. As she passes where Remus and the other Marauders are sitting, Remus can hear tid-bits of dialogue. 

“Poor thing,” she says.

Remus decides you’re definitely not okay when even Sirius hums, “L/n isn’t looking too well today.” 

You’re talking to Professor McGonagall now, a more amused smile on your face as you joke with her. But when she leaves you return to looking downtrodden and when you push your plate forward and start to get up from your seat, your eyes look empty. It’s when you hurry past him that he decides that he should go after you. 

Fast taps against the tiles of the hallways alarm you. You turn and there’s Remus, long legs gaining mileage on you. He reaches you and you step to the side to let him go past. You’re confused when he stops before you. His eyes flicker down to yours and they’re filled with concern. 

“Hey,” he breathes. 

“Hi,” you smile politely and it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Remus hates it. 

“I’m sorry if this comes off weird or creepy, but I couldn’t help but notice that you don’t look very happy,” he says quietly. 

You laugh. Again, it doesn’t sound right. It sounds forced and stuffy, “It’s not weird and I’m fine.” 

“Where are your friends?” he asks, gently. 

You shrug. It’s heavy enough that Remus can tell that you care a lot. 

“They’re all gone?”

“I heard them early in the morning,” you say, nodding slowly. 

“Are you okay then?” 

No. You had heard all the girls in the dorm giggling as they got ready at six in the morning, tippy-toeing around your bed. When you peeked an eye open, feigning slumber, Lily was wearing one of her date night dresses, a pretty sun-dress that was only used for picnics. Trixie from Hufflepuff was there, and so was Olive. You squeezed your eyes shut and when they were all gone you noticed the picnic basket was missing. Dread pooled in your stomach and you tried in all your might to believe that they went for a date or were going to come back up to invite you. You thudded down the stairs and asked a first year sitting by the portrait about them. 

“They were talking about a big group date,” she swung her legs, “Something about a park.”

You had smiled, “Thanks.”

You look at Remus, “Yeah.” But your voice breaks embarrassingly midway and your tired, disappointed mood starts to wear through. It’s impossible to put up a front in front of Remus, who’s gazing at you in such a fret. But he’s Lily’s friend and Lily surely had her reasons to not invite you. After all, you have your problems. It makes sense that it’s probably your fault and Remus deserves not to know. 

Remus tries to gauge the problem out of you- wheedle it and make it clear that he does care. Somewhere in your half-hearted smiles he’s developed a crush on you because he thinks your attempts to make him less worried are so sweet. 

But you simply shake your head every time he wants to know what’s wrong and ignore that he’s very close and very handsome. 

You set off to your dormitory, but realise that you don’t really want to be there. Remus can tell from the conflicted look in your face. 

“I’ll sit with you in the common room and you can please, please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”

He says it so earnestly that you nod, “Okay.” 

“I woke up this morning and they were all getting ready for something, with the hair curler and dresses. That means going out, usually. And Lily was wearing her picnic dress, the one with little flowers on it. I heard them giggling as they all went out and I thought maybe they’ll come back for me. But when I sat up there wasn’t anyone in their beds and the picnic basket was gone. I didn’t know what had happened so I went downstairs to ask this first-year and she said they were going on a group trip, plus James.

“I feel so left out,” your bottom lip wobbles, “Because if this was a one time thing, I wouldn’t feel so bad, but they do this all the time. And I’m tired of constantly trying to join them when they haven’t even invited me in the first place. Every time they hang out they never think of me. I mean, they invited Trixie and Olive, and I wish I could say I’m closer to them than Trixie and Olive but I don’t think that’s true anymore. Every time. I’m sick of trying to take the initiative to make plans, and if I don’t they never think about me. 

“In the holidays, they all went out to see this movie, and I get it, they all live near each other but they invited Hannah from Slytherin and not a word to me,” Remus’ heart pangs a little bit hearing your trembling tone, “It was only when I wrote to them asking if they wanted to see it with me that Lily said she had already seen it and so had Mary and Dorcas and everyone else. Okay, I accepted it, I did, and said we could go to the art gallery but no one replied.

“I tie my shoelaces and they never wait for me, but when they tie their shoelaces suddenly I have to be there, no matter what. And I can’t ever hang out with two of them because the others feel ostracised, even though they always leave me out. Lily gives me strange looks when I chat to Dorcas for more than 3 minutes straight. Once we were talking about volunteering for a charity and she looked back at me as if I was neglecting her, accusatorily. I wasn’t going to volunteer with Dorcas anyway, she lives in the Highlands. But then she can go and wrap gifts with Mary at the mall and not invite me,” your voice wavers. 

“I know it’s small, but it hurts so much. The worst thing is that I’m the problem here. There has to be a reason why they never invite me and I don’t know what it is. I try to be a perfect friend and I always wait for them when they pack their bags at Potions even if everyone else is leaving. I don’t get it and it’s bothering me,” you cry out, eyes watering. 

Remus wants to cry too seeing you cry, “Oh, darling.”

“I don’t understand what is wrong with me,” you despair, “I might not be the prettiest thing in the world, but I try,” voice cracking. 

He needs to have a word with Lily, he thinks. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you, gorgeous,” he murmurs, “Don’t blame yourself.”

“But there is. They’re really nice people, why can’t I see it?” 

“Maybe they’re not nice people,” he offers. 

“Don’t say that,” you whisper, “Lily’s dating James. Mary’s dating Peter. Dorcas is in your bookclub.”

“Well, love, they’re not very nice to you. And no she’s not, far from it actually, no he’s not, they split, and no, she left.”

“Guess I need a life update then.”

“Why don’t you talk to them about it?”

You murmur, “I hate confrontation and why would they change just because I told them to? I’m scared, Rem.”

“I get it, beautiful. You can sit with me and Peter and James and Sirius and Marlene and Queenie and Jolene at lunchtimes and whenever you want.”

He’s so good, he doesn’t ask any questions or push you. Your teary eyes gaze up at him in wonder and admiration and no one’s ever looked at him like you do now. Here he goes again, loving too hard. 

“Really? I wouldn’t be intruding?”

“Never, lovely.”

You surge and hug him, which catches him by surprise but he melts into it. It’s the nicest hug he’s been given, ever. He doesn’t get many as a guy, and usually they’re half-hearted and rough, but yours is grateful and warm. He’s all red and flustered after it but he doesn’t think you notice and you don’t. 

“We’re about to head to Hogsmeade, you wanna join us?” 

You think about it, “After I get these tears off my face.” You hurry up the stairs before he can say a word. 

“Nice going, Moons,” Sirius barges in from wherever he was hiding in the first place, hair slightly dishevelled, “You got some chocolate? I didn’t finish breakfast trying to stealthily tail you both up the stairs.”

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“He is just so delicious,” Mary sighs. You laugh, “Who, Peter?”

“Oh not Peter. Remus Lupin.”

You smile. Delicious. 

“Pfft, Peter. I only dated him to get closer to Remus.”

Your smile turns into something that’s unsettled, but she’s too busy ‘ooh’ing and ‘ahh’ing over his “washboard abs” to see you, even though he’s got an ungodly amount of layers on. 

“Speaking of, I think I have a crush on him!” she squeals and you smile again, kind of creeped out by her behaviour. You’re sure you’re just too sensitive about these things, “Will you introduce me?”

“Sure,” you lead her to where Remus is reading the paper. He looks up and he doesn’t give anything away. He's a mystery when he’s not too busy being soft. In reality, he can feel his heart start to speed up and his cheeks warm. 

“Hey, he’s blushing,” Mary whispers. Although it’s loud, Remus can hear it and feels self-conscious. 

You whisper back, “Shhh, I’m sure he’s not. Hi Remus.”

Remus nods at you, “Morning.”

“Oh he says morning, what a cutie,” Mary giggles and you giggle too, though Remus hears the strain your voice is in. 

“Remus, meet Mary Macdonald. She’s my friend. Mary, meet Remus.”

Hm. Remus thinks, remembering to be polite. He should give her the benefit of the doubt. He extends a hand, “Hello Mary.” 

You watch their interaction, spiking a little bit of disappointment in you. Is it at Mary paying more attention to Remus than you (and rightly so, you think. If you were that pretty you’d have people clawing at your feet too.) or because Remus might like Mary?

You miss how Mary looks at Remus hungrily. He swallows, uncomfortable, looking towards you and grimacing. You nod, a minute dip of your head, and carefully pry Mary away from him. 

“C’mon Mary, you promised to drop me off at my class.”

She studies her nails, “Actually, I need to go to the bathroom. You think you’d be okay with going alone?”

It’s not really a question, and your face falls. You walk alone. Remus has just witnessed Mary lying, because instead of turning three halls down to the left and turning to the right one hall down, she begins to flirt with him. It sours his opinion of her. 

“You free this Saturday?”

He shakes his head, “Nope.”

“Next Saturday?”

“Nah.” 

She sighs, “Handsome, let’s not play hard to get.”

He shrugs, “I’m not.”

“Why won’t you?”

Remus isn’t brutal enough to tell her the real truth, which is that he hasn’t heard good things about her. So he says, “I’m not interested and you dated my friend and broke his heart,” which is pretty accurate in itself. 

“Enigmatic.” 

He sighs, returning to his paper. 

A few hours later, you’re confronted with an awful truth as Remus sits peacefully opposite you reading a book. He’s in pure bliss as his eyes skim the page and his fingertips brush the edges of the paper. His hair flops in front of his eyes and you resist the urge to touch it. There’s a little smile on his lips. 

You like Remus a lot, and you can’t, because Mary likes him. It feels forbidden, and you can’t imagine how Mary would react. Friends didn’t like other friends’ crushes, they stayed a comfortable distance away from them. Rule 2 in the book. And Mary brings it up at night. 

“Say, Y/n, would you mind not being so close to Remus?”

You’re finishing up a Transfiguration essay and look at her, caught off guard.

“I’m not actually that close with him,” you laugh, “At least not romantically.”

She narrows her eyes, “Yeah, I know that. As if he would ever be romantic.” with you, she means. 

You’re silent, ignoring her dig at you. This is a critical part of how to be a good friend. You don’t want to ruin Mary’s ventures with Remus but you really like him, both platonically and romantically. 

“Could you back off? I know you both are friends and whatever but I need this.”

You chew on your lip. It’s a shame, because you did like him and Peter and Sirius and James and Marlene and Jolene and Queenie. You still want to be friends with him. But Mary has a jealous streak and you’ve seen the girls who she’s left torn and beaten. 

“I don’t think I’ll ruin your chances, Mary.”

“Neither do I,” she says harshly.

You’re struck by her sudden tone. It’s curt, snappy and it’s loud. It hurts. You immediately find the tears swarm in your eyes. So you startle, “I forgot, I need to go find Marlene to get some advice on the essay.”

“Since when have you known Marlene Mckinnon?”

You leave, tears flowing as you furiously wipe them away. Remus is downstairs with Sirius, and Sirius is begging for chocolate for some reason. You catch his eye. He immediately calls to you, but you pretend to not hear. You can’t hang out with him anymore. You hurry down to the Prefect bathroom. It’s always empty there. 

You sit down by the bath, pacing out your breaths. Soon you calm down, and when you have the energy to look around you, you see Remus leaning against the door. There’s a crease between his brow. 

“Rem, I can’t be near you much anymore,” you blink at him, “This won’t be a surprise to you but Mary really likes you. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable, or think I’m trying to steal you from her.”

Remus’ frown only deepens, as you refuse to meet his eyes. He hooks his fingers under your chin and lifts your head up. 

“Aren’t you?” he grins. He thinks if he’s going to want you he might as well want you right. 

You bring your hands to his and you gently take them away, patting his hand, “Don’t. Even if I’m friends with you, it’s too friendly for Mary.”

“Honey, you don’t need to do what Mary says.”

“It’s not what Mary says. It’s Rule 2 in the book.”

He laughs, “Rule 2 in the book. And what’s Rule 1?”

“Never leave your girls hanging for boys. I feel like I’ve betrayed her.”

“Well, you can always hang with the others, right?”

You nod, “We’ll see. I’ll see you around?”

His eyes are filled with something unreadable and mysterious. He wants to be with you, so badly, he wants imploringly to show you what you mean to him. But he nods, he understands, and pecks you on the cheek. “Remus!” you admonish. He’s smirking away, the last you see of him is the imprints of a shy smile, latent and alluring. 

You smile, feeling bitter as you tell Mary, “I’ll leave Lupin alone, Mary.”

She flickers her eyes up at you, “I didn’t think you weren’t going to.” She looks bored, and you feel nothing but disappointment. 

+3

“Wait up, Lily!” You call. You wish you didn’t need to, but you guess that you’re forgettable. 

She stops, a little disgruntled. 

“What’s got you so excited for today?” You ask her, slinging your bag over your shoulder. 

“Well, certainly not Potter going to ask me out and me to reject him. He hasn’t in a while, so that’s been a relief.”

You laugh, “Are you missing it?”

“Never.”

“Don’t you think rejecting him that harshly is a little sad?” 

It’s true. He’s nothing but nice in his advances. All he does is give her flowers, most of the time he doesn’t say anything but frown when Lily pushes the flowers roughly back into his grasp, and leaves disappointedly. He’s been doing this for only a little while, and he looks less and less infatuated with Lily each time. Once she turned to you smugly, and you raised your eyebrows.

“Must be nice having no guys pestering you for attention,” she had told you. 

You had cheerfully agreed with her, but inside you were heartbroken. 

Lily enters the hall, an expectant look on her face. Instead of James waiting by the big door, he’s eating, no flowers or chocolates in sight. Remus turns and gives you the tiniest smile. You give him a sympathetic one. 

“Huh. No flowers.”

You stay quiet. If you say something, it’ll come out berating or pathetic to Lily. Maybe if she didn’t always brutally dismiss him or flame him to no ends, he might continue, but isn’t this what she wanted?

You talk to Queenie, who pouts, “Can’t tell you, sorry Y/n.”

You’ve seen James with Regulus, the latter denying his love though not like Lily had. It’s accepted and Regulus returns the affections, though in his own cold way. James looks happy whenever he’s with Regulus. 

Lily calls to James, “Potter, I didn’t see you water the plants today.”

James shrugs, “Okay, Evans. They’re watered. I got someone to do it. Someone much more competent than me.”

At that he winks at Regulus, who goes red and smiles tenderly. Sirius rolls his eyes, whispering to James, “Oi, eyes off my brother or you won’t have eyes at all tomorrow.”

Lily’s curt all day long, and snippy. You don’t dare to say a word to her and tippy toe endlessly after she scowls at you for asking if she wants some hot chocolate. 

At the end of the day when you’ve come back with accompanying Dorcas to the Potions storeroom and three of the girls come surging, whisking Lily away but never offering you with the same warmth. At the end, you quietly slip away from the group. You have this harrowing feeling you don’t actually belong with them. No one notices and you press your lips together. 

“Girl’s night!!” Dorcas yells. 

There’s only a little more to go till you graduate and you’re officially able to leave the dormitory. Maybe they aren’t so good for you. You just wish you could be included more, cherished. What if I don’t deserve to be cherished? The question swirls in your mind, distressing you. When you bump into Marlene near the quidditch field, trucking down from practice, she sets down her broomstick and takes off her gloves. 

“Don’t see you here often, darl,” she sits next to you, “You’re in the firing zone of Sirius’ wild bludgers, by the way.”

Sirius is hovering above, hitting bludgers fiercely. One zooms past your shoulder, only because Marlene nudges her broomstick to the bludger. You barely flinch. 

“Hey. Are you okay?”

You look at her, “Yeah, I’m good. Just wanted to get some fresh air.”

“At 8 in the night? Where are your friends?” 

You feel so vulnerable right now. “I’m- I’m with you. You’re my friend.”

“I know. Okay,” Marlene thinks for a second, “Where are your dorm mates?”

You sob, “They’re having a girl’s night.”

“Without you?”

“I…” To be truthful, you don’t know where you are with your friends. It makes you even more emotional. You feel tears well up in your eyes. Marlene makes a strained noise and you see she’s crying too. 

“Oh, don’t make me cry too,” she sobs, “I can’t handle emotions.”

Sirius notices, and nearly gets taken over by a bludger. “Moony,” he shouts, “We’ve got a problem.”

“We’ve or you’ve?” Remus asks dryly from the sidelines. 

“You’ve. Not I’ve but you’ve,” Sirius points to where both you and Marlene are sobbing together. 

“I’m only one man, there are two of them,” Remus looks at Sirius meaningfully. 

“Fine.”

“Which one do you want?”

“Marlene.”

Sirius flies over to Marlene, mounting his broomstick.

“Marlene, you good?” He crouches down on the grass. 

She glares at him, tearily, “Do I look okay to you, Black?”

“Right, well, why are you sad?” Sirius has the tact of a three year old although Marlene’s too busy crying to care. 

Marlene points at you, “She’s sad, so I’m sad.”

Sirius hops up, and pats the incoming Remus on the back. “They’re all yours, Buster.”

Remus sits down next to you, “You know, there’s a cloud over there that looks like James.”

It really doesn’t, it’s night and you can’t see much. But it makes you huff a laugh out. Remus relaxes. Marlene stops crying. 

“It’s pitch black, idiot,” she grins. 

He smiles boyishly. 

“Marlene?” you peek up at her, still halfway to dry eyes. 

“Mm?”

“Can I stay at your dorm for the night? I don’t really feel like going back to mine.”

“Sure. Okay, I need a shower. I can’t be hugging you all stinky and sweaty.”

“You smell great,” you smile at her.

“Thanks.”

“No problemo.”

You turn to Remus, “Shuffle over some ten centimetres please. For Mary.”

“Mary’s having a girl’s night without you, sweet thing, does she really matter?” Remus moves nonetheless. 

“Yeah,” you hiccup, “I want to be a good friend.”

He doesn’t question you and leaves it at that. 

Marlene comes out, drying her hair with a towel.

“Are we good to go?”

“Yeah!”

“C’mon.”

You look back, “Bye Remus!”

He’s smiling so softly your heart thuds. It’s the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. You wonder what he’s thinking about. 

He’s thinking about you. Sweet weeping soul.

+4

The scene’s set. It’s a sweeping plain overlooking the rest of Hogwarts, symbolic and gradual. This is where you’ll graduate. It’s bitter, but you’re mostly ready to move on from school. Of course, you’ll miss days spent with fellow students and the teachers, and the school grounds where you spent so much time laughing and loving, but you think you’re okay with going solo. You haven’t worked out where you’ll be staying, there’s still ten weeks left in the school year where seventh years hang around aimlessly and try to soak up as much of Hogwarts as they can. But you know if you don’t find a place to stay, you can always bunk with your parents. 

You already find yourself shedding tears, as you go up to give a speech. After the procession, McGonagall calls you over. 

“Oh darling,” she cries, mascara muddied from her watery eyes, “I’ll miss you so much. Thank you for being such a good student. Have you got a place to stay? A job? I’ll always be open to giving you the Transfiguration professor role so I can focus on being Deputy Headmaster.”

You laugh, “Professor-”

“Please, we’re both adults now. Minerva, or Minnie, or Mins, or Nerve.”

“Nerve?!”

“Sirius Black does have some calling me that.”

Both of you let out watery chuckles. 

“Minnie, thank you so much for being my Professor,” you wipe the corner of your eye, “Oh I have to do this eleven more times. You know, I’ve learnt so much from you and you’re just a dear. I can’t believe I’m leaving this place, forever. Not yet, and yes, I applied for a position in the Ministry.”

“Don’t forget Hogwarts. Please visit, weekly.”

“I will, and I won’t forget about that Transfiguration job.”

“Please, remember it, you always had a competence for most things you did. Even Magical Music, which I remember you saying you hated, despised, loathed, and were terrible at, but Professor Quavers thought you were a very capable student.”

“Minnie,” you weep into her shoulder, hugging her, “Please remember me.”

“I couldn’t ever forget you,” she leans to whisper, “You are one of my favourite students.” 

It makes you cry even harder. In the end, you take a picture with her and exchange emails, phone lines, addresses. She hands you an envelope, which later you learn encloses automatic recommendation letters and some gift cards. 

This is done eleven times more, teachers bestowing you with gifts and promises of communication. By the end, your hands are full and you put the things in your bag by your chair, going to join Lily, Dorcas, Mary, Alice in taking photos. Mary’s voice shouts, “I still like Remus Lupin!” 

“Cheers to the new apartment!” Dorcas’ father says, “What beautiful girls.”

You freeze. They had an apartment planned and ready? Maybe you’re ready to leave your friends. You turn away, crying more when you see Queenie. 

She beckons you over, “Come take photos with us.” 

You smile. Everyone huddles close. Remus is beside you, all wily and eyes sparkling with tears. “You alright, darling?”

“I’ll miss you, Rem. You know I haven’t really gotten to talk to you much, but you’ve been nothing but wonderful to me.”

“Ask her!” Jolene hisses. 

“Right, so, I, we, the guys and the girls, are going to rent apartments with each other. Do you want to join us?”

You’re starstruck. You start crying in his arms, and he looks very concerned. 

“I’m sorry, I just can’t keep them in. Of course I want to join you, you guys are amazing.”

“Sweetness…” he wipes your eyes with a handkerchief he has yet to use. 

“Remus, Mary, remember? She still likes you. I know you’re only doing this as friends and she does too, but she doesn’t like people hanging around…” you meet his eyes. 

He looks at you again in that unreadable way and you don’t know what to do. Sirius is quietly taking pictures of you two with his expensive camera. He likes the way Remus looks at you and the way you don’t seem to know what it means. Fine photography. Would make an excellent engagement gift. I'm so smart. He flips the camera. And so handsome.

"Get a load of you," James scoffs.

+5

You haven’t watched Mean Girls yet. Queenie finds that astounding, and so everyone must attend the movie marathon she holds. You hang your coat up on the rack, stepping out of your shoes and sighing.

“How was work?” Marlene asks. 

“That question makes me feel so old,” you huff, cracking your joints, “It was so-so. Marcus tried to harass Heron into getting Jerome out of the project that he and Heather are working on.”

“Oh really. That mother-”

“Evening!” Sirius barges into the apartment, wearing his suit, “Did you know, Marcus was-”

“Harassing Heron into getting Jerome out of the project that he and Heather are working on,” you finish, “How does the public relations sector know that?”

“We do have excellent public relations.”

“Where’s James?”

“He’s picking up Regulus.”

“Awh,” you coo. 

“I wish James had a sibling so I could date them too,” Sirius grouches. 

“Don’t be like that, Pads,” Peter strides to the fridge, kissing Jolene on the cheek and grabbing a can of kombucha, “They’re so good together.”

“Good my a-”

“Language!” Marlene calls. 

Someone knocks on the door. You open it and Remus is standing, stretching. A little strip of skin shows as his shirt lifts. His top button is undone and he looks tired. But he still looks at you the same, red on his cheeks and red lips turning up. I can’t be loving him like this, you think, it’s overwhelming.  

“Hey,” you open the door.

He smiles at you, “Doing well, honey?” He doesn’t say much at all, but when he does it’s always followed by a “beautiful” or “pretty” or “doll”. 

A chorus of greetings come from around the television. He nods, turning back to you, “I gave exams back today. Talked my quota full.”

Beaming at him, you hand him a bowl of popcorn, “We’re fine with it. You speak as much as you want.”

He smiles at you again. He’s doing a lot of that. But then again, he’s always like this when he’s tired. At a bar, he’ll be tilting his head, smiling at you through fatigued eyes, begging James to go home. When he’s up grading papers, he’ll be smiling at you, the same melting eyes and lashes nearly touching. And you always say, “How much of your soul did you trade to the devil for those lashes?” 

He never gets it, and he says, “Comes with the beard I need to shave off every morning.”  

You’re snapped back by a slamming of the door as James comes in with Regulus. 

He’s right– he doesn’t talk much, just sitting back on the sofa, observing and listening. He watches you most of the time, and he sees when you’re about to cry. Your breathing gets unsteady and eyes start finding anything else to look at. You tremble as you reach for popcorn, and excuse yourself multiple times, and you manage to stop crying mostly. None of your friends notice much, too busy yelling at the screen, but he does. 

You start bawling when Regina’s influence over the rest of the girls vanishes, and Remus immediately turns to you, leading you across the hall. 

“I’m so sorry,” you ramble, “Why is it that I’m always crying when I see you?”

Remus doesn’t mind– he likes that you feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable around him. 

“It’s just that– that movie reminded me so much of my old friends and it’s all too overwhelming thinking about them. I mean, they haven’t called, I don’t know where they live and I’m so grateful but also I feel so bad about it.”

“Hey, it’s okay. They didn’t deserve you.”

“I know, but the movie hit so close to home, Rem. I’m so glad to have you.”

Remus pretends that by ‘you’, you mean him, knowing it means the whole group of them. 

You sob quietly, bundling his shirt into your hands. He lets you, and he’s quiet about it. You’re a sweet weeping soul, rendered that by your ex-friends. But he wants you so much.

+1 

“Good news,” you announce, going into Remus’ apartment to recite to him what you had just read in your weekly mail, “McGonagall got a dog, his name is Hubert and he’s a border collie. Also, Mary has a boyfriend.”

You had had to write to Mary to tell her you were moving across the corridor from Remus. She hadn’t replied. None of your friends had bothered to ask where you would stay. You had decided those friendships were over. Still, you kept a friendly distance from Remus. You had only known she’s gotten a boyfriend when the boy himself wrote to you asking you for your blessing. You had written back, telling him that you and Mary were no longer friends, but nonetheless that you wished them well. It was a sign that you were truly over it. 

You’re searching through his apartment, when you hear quiet sniffles coming from his room. You knock, then enter. Your heart aches as you see Remus leaning against the wall, crying. 

“Rem…”

“Go away,” he mutters, muffled. 

“Remus.”

“Oh.” he doesn’t lift his head to look at you. You sit next to him on the floor. 

“What happened?”

“I like this girl.”

You try to fight your own disappointment back, and smile, though it’s warped.

“Yeah?”

“There’s no way in hell she likes me back. I mean I’ve done everything to show her I do. I’ve called her pet names, tried to be charming, hell, I’ve even flirted.”

The disappointment is winning. 

“And I get it, because I’m all gnarly. But it hurts.” 

He continues, “And she’s…perfect. Like, really beautiful. She’s kind, so charming, so empathetic and she has the prettiest smile.”

You pretend you’re glad for him. You’re really not. You want to leave, maybe he’ll stop talking about her. But you still listen, because you do care. As much as it hurts you to know he likes another girl, it also hurts you to know he’s sad. Lovely, caring Remus, with his shyness and comfortable silences. 

“She’s really everything to me, and I don’t think I’m much to her.”

“Don’t say things like that, Remus,” you begin, “You’re a great guy, and any girl would be lucky to have you, especially her.” The words don’t sit quite right, they feel sour on your tongue. 

“I’m not good enough for her.”

The words crush you, and you frown. 

“Hey!” you snap, “Remus John Lupin, you are so good, and so kind. I can’t bear to hear you badmouth yourself like this. You are not gnarly. I think you're charming. Love yourself for me, Remus, please.” 

He looks at you, eyes swarming with that emotion. 

“Thank you, darling.”

–

Remus catches you by surprise when he’s standing by your desk.

“What are you doing here, Remus?”

“Good evening, fine sir! How are you doing? I’m well, thank you!”

“No, seriously,” you cross your arms, “This is the intelligence department. How did you get in here?”

“Let’s just say, your boss is a 60 year old woman, and I sure know my way around them from playing bingo with my grandmother and her friends every Saturday.”

“Glad to see you’re feeling better.” And he looks better too, creases gone from under his eyes, which are now blinking endearingly at you. He had told himself he would tell you, and that would be it. Queenie tells him that you do like him, but he can’t believe her. He’s tapping his foot nervously. 

“I am. When will you be off work?”

“I just have to send this email and I’ll be done.”

“Great!” He pulls out a book and starts reading. You finish your email, click send, shut off your computer and reorganise the files on your desk. You put on your coat, and put your bag on. 

“Ready to go, sweetheart?” he asks. 

"Yep.”

“Lovely, we’re going to take a stroll around the block. It’s a…thanks for the other day.”

You smile, “You’re more than welcome.” 

You pass by a flower shop. He stops, “Hey, I want to get a present for you know- her.”

You feel your heart pang, “Yeah, sure," and then follows the obligatory, "Need some help?”

“Obviously.” 

You step in and the bells jingle. A friendly shop attendant pokes her head from where she’s cutting roses. 

“Hi Remus,” she grins at him, wiggling her eyebrows and he blushes, “And you are?”

You smile, “I’m Y/n.”

“Petunia Evans.”

“Lily?”

“Yes. Are you his girlfriend?”

You laugh, you’re flattered that anyone would ever think you’re his girlfriend, “Oh, I’m not his girlfriend. We’re actually here to find Remus’ crush a present! I’m Y/n,” you shake her hand. 

“His crush, you say?”

“Yeah, his crush! By the way, I’ll tell you my favourite flower, can you psychoanalyse me?”

She giggles, “Okay!”

You whisper it in her ear and she starts a long tale of surprisingly accurate details of your life. 

“Damn, you’re good.” 

“Thanks. Remus, is there anything you’re looking for in particular? For this crush?” 

Remus blushes.

You go to inspect the flowers at the front to hopefully get cheered up by the bees and the butterflies that touch down on little sprigs of pollen. You won’t revert to the sweet weeping soul that they made you. Remus buys some flowers and sets them down on the counter. 

Petunia takes her dinner break and slips out of the building quietly. You’re admiring the little glass panes on the wall which let the right amount of light through, walking backwards and around the room. Remus is wondering when he should do it, turning uncertainly and walking towards you. You turn quickly too, “Remus, look at the ceil-”

You crash into him. He catches you, flowers in one hand, you in the other. You’re very close to him– he smells like a forest and chocolate. His eyes flicker to yours and there’s the expression again. 

“Sorry,” you smile, stepping away. He doesn’t let go of you, instead pulling you closer. You look up to him with wide eyes and he’s so red all of a sudden. He brings the flowers to cover his face. 

“These are for you,” he murmurs. 

“Awh, but you really didn’t need to,” you grin, bringing the flowers up to your nose, “I offer my services for free!” They are so nice, and he's so nice.

“Services?” 

“You know, helping you pick out the flowers and all.”

He sighs, “Darling, I don’t know how else to say this, but, I want you. I don’t have a crush, you’re my crush, I just never had the guts to say it. I want you by my side, all the time. It was hell on earth trying to stay away from you all these years because of Mary. I don’t know if you even like me, but I really, really like you, maybe even love you.”

You open your mouth, then shut it, eyes wide with sparkling, “I like you too.”

“Really? Because you don’t need to say it back just because you’re nice, I’m a lot of things but I don’t know if handsome or boyfriend material is one of them.”

“Rem, I adore you. You are so pretty and you always are comfortable when I’m crying and upset and raging.”

“Can we try this out then?”

“Of course we can. I’d do anything for you, Remus Lupin.”

“And I promise I’ll never make you a sweet weeping soul.” 

[remusslove]

Clingy!reader and soft!remus have my heart so let me get this little blurb of my chest because I love this scenario I just thought of. 💌

“Bunny you gotta look at your book not my face” Remus clarified with a playful smirk. “Cant help it remmy, your too pretty” you complimented, your eyes still hazed with fascination as you still stared lovingly at him.

“Thank you doll but you gotta study. now, what do you get when you mix wolfsbane and mushroom toxins together?” He asked you making your brows furrow in thought.

You shrugged making him chuckle. “Can we cuddle please remmy?” You asked him with the cutest look of love on your face. He sighed before nodding pulling you towards him. You instinctively wrapped you legs and arms around him as he laid down in bed with you on his chest.

You sighed in content before focusing on Remus’ heartbeat. He grabbed a book from the bed side table and began reading it out loud knowing how much you loved hearing his husky voice.

You sleepily traced the faded scars on his face and neck making him gaze at you for a minute to place a kiss on your forehead before continuing to read the book.

[cosmal]

Giggly high reader who smoked a bitttt to much ans remus has to take care of her

carpet burn

summary — you get giggly when you smoke pot. and sick.

content — remus lupin x fem!reader, high!reader, high!remus, weed consumption, mentions of throwing up

Remus is glad he'd gotten you to smoke at his house. You're being so loud, he knows you'll be embarrassed by it tomorrow.

He sits at the end of his three-seater, you sit on the other end with your back against the arm and your legs pushed out until your socked feet press into his thigh.

You curl your feet and laugh. You won't stop laughing. "Remus," you say, voice smothered by giggles, "you're so, so pretty. So pretty." It's like an absentminded thought. You focus so hard on getting the words out.

You've never told him that before. "God, you're gone," he says to himself, ignoring how light he feels. He suspects it's because of the joint he smoked himself. He hopes it's because of the joint, not the effect you have on him.

Your joint balances half-smoked in the ceramic dish that sits on his coffee table. It's your first time smoking, he hadn't expected much. But for the past twenty minutes, you've sat back on his sofa with droopy eyes and an almost permanent smile. He'd take a picture if he had the energy to find his camera. Or his phone, even.

You push the back of your hand into your mouth and sigh, tipping your head back until it dangles over the arm of the seat. He worries for you, how dizzy you feel and how you're only making it worse.

"Y/N, lovely, sit up for me, yeah?" He reaches out and finds your waist. He squeezes it and hopes it doesn't tickle and only encourages you to sit up.

What he was hoping wouldn't happen, does. You burst out into a bigger fit of giggles and sit up, curling in on yourself until you trap his hand between your stomach and thigh. Remus feels like he's on fire. Being this close and how touchy the both of you have become.

You crawl up on your knees and use his arm for support, sandwiching yourself between the couch cushions at his side. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sigh. "Since when did pot make people so laughy?"

Laughy. He thinks to himself with complete fondness. "It's different for everyone."

"It makes me happy," you tell him. "You seem worried. Why would you smoke so much if you get all grumpy."

Remus laughs this time. "I'm not grumpy, sweetheart. I'm just making sure you don't hurt yourself."

"Hurt myself?" you ask indignantly. Remus swears every single one of your emotions has been dialled up to ten. He's never seen you so outspoken.

"You've almost fallen off the couch twice, Y/N," he sighs, smiling when you huff in his ear. "You almost split your head open on the coffee table. You're a safety hazard."

You only nod, clearly defeated. He knows you know he's right, you've got the carpet burn on your palms to prove it.

"Remus," you say suddenly. "Remus."

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

Before Remus has time to even react, you're up in a blur of clothes and hair, speeding for his bathroom. You almost trip on his rug on the way.

He gets up to follow you, listening to you dry-heave into his toilet. He leans against the doorframe when you lift your head from the porcelain.

"You okay?" he asks. He's worried, but not as much as he should be, he'd been expecting it. Still, he feels awful.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and grimace. "I think I smoked too much."

"I think so, honey," he sighs, reaching his hand out between you. "C'mon, let's get some water into you and then you can have a nap."

"You'll nap with me?" you ask, taking his hand and letting him guide you to his kitchen.

"Yeah, of course." He smiles and thinks about you curled up against him in his bed.

"Cool," you say, waiting for him to fill your cup up. "Hey, do you have some pyjamas I could wear? These jeans are really uncomfortable. If not, that's okay. I'll just wear nothing."

Remus almost spills your water all over your shirt.

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remus tugs your head back with the firm grip on your hair, “what did you say?”

“harder,” you say, sunday dress squeezing your middle. “please, remmy, harder.”

he grunts and removes his hand from your clit, sliding it up your body before giving your exposed nipple a harsh twist. he pulls on your hair once more to have full access to your throat when he wraps his hand around it, squeezing it enough to make you feel dizzy.

“you want me to fuck you harder?” you nod vigorously and moan, the strained noise making his cock twitch inside you.

“mmm,” he hums, leaning in close to your ear, “precious little church girl worshipping me in front of the holy building? it’s blasphemous. you think you’ll be forgiven?”

you whine, lip wobbling at his words but you let your head fall forward with a wanton mewl when he intensely thrusts his cock into your tight cunt. “oh my god,” you stutter, “rem, th-thank you.”

“that’s right,” he grits his teeth, hissing when your cunt clenches his throbbing dick. “i’m your God now. you submit to me.”

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can we get shy! reader x remus where they’re just in their own little bubble and the other marauders and lily and the girls think it’s the cutest thing ever?

i love you and your writing!! <33

thank you!! ♡ shy!fem!reader | 0.6k words

Remus has always been steady. His voice is warm and measured, his every movement thought through. 

You'd love to be that way. You're not and you never have been but sometimes, with Remus, you get close. He's pulled your thighs over his lap and you've forgotten to feel bashful about it, though there's a heat from being so close to him spreading over your entire body. 

You're smiling. Really smiling. 

"It's disgusting," Sirius says where he sits a little ways away with the rest of your friends. 

"I think it's nice," James says. "She never smiles like that." 

"She smiles like that all the time," Lily argues 

"Only with Remus. When they get like that," Sirius says, pretending to gag. 

Remus has inclined his head to yours, his hand clasped lightly around your forearm for no reason at all. He's just said something to make you laugh, a peel of giggles foreign to the group despite having known you for years. You sound pleased though shy. It's obvious what he's saying, his lips curled up, sweet nothings that have you closing your eyes and dropping your head into his shoulder.

Remus raises a big hand to your back and claps it gently.  

"That's, like, illegal right?" Sirius asks.

"It's a bit much, Pads, but I don't think it's prosecutable." James says, wrinkling his nose as Remus ducks down to whisper something in your ear. "Might be soon, though."

"Keep your hands to yourself, Moony!" Sirius shouts. 

Remus pulls his hand from where it had been perfectly chaste on your thigh and throws the bird in the general direction of your friends. 

"It's PDA to the extreme." 

"Technically, it's not public," Lily says. 

"Might as well be. It's my house," James grumbles. "Why are they always gross in my house?"

"Do you think they know we can hear them?" Remus whispers to you.

You pull your head off of his shoulder. You're embarrassed about being so lovey-dovey in the middle of a party, really, it's not like you, but Remus has this way about him that you're hopeless for. He's a warm flame. You melt anytime he gets close enough, and right now you're more than close. 

Worse than his proximity is the clear, undeniable affection and esteem that he holds you in. He's adoring in more than touch. The way he talks to you, as if every word is something to be treasured - ugh. You feel sick with it. 

"I think it's fucking adorable," Mary chimes in. 

Sirius scowls at her. "You think everything's adorable." 

"It's cute," Marlene agrees reluctantly. 

"McKinnon!" 

"What? Look at them! And Lily's right, when do you get to see Y/N smiling like that? Only when they're together being gross. I say leave them to it." 

"It's nice," Emmmaline says. 

You tilt your head back and whisper something to Remus, looking unsure of yourself. 

He bursts into laughter, loud and urgent, his hand gripping your thigh in a tight grip. "Dove," he says, almost chiding. 

"What?" you ask, though his laughter has swiftly infected you and left you breathless, gasping for air through thick rounds of giggling. 

"Ugh," Sirius says, looking over his shoulder at your laughing with a scowl. When he turns back, everybody is smiling. "Oh, get a hold of yourselves, I beg." 

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Cuddling with young lupin and reading books ❤❤

sleepy snuggles ; remus lupin

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

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

reader's pronouns: they/them

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"i found 'em!" james screamed.

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

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

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

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Library Scandals

Remus Lupin x Established Relationship Fem!Reader

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Word Count:5k+

Synopsis: Remus and Y/N are in a secret yet very committed relationship. Pent up jealousy and sexual frustration leads them to the library part curfew.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Oral (M and F receiving), throat fucking, PIV penetration, unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, jealousy, mentions of toxic family, “getting caught”, language.

AN: Briefly edited

Remus peers at the marauders map in front of him tracing your every move as you make your way through the castle. His eyes linger over your footsteps and your name which read “Y/N Grey.” His heart skips a beat the deeper you move through the grounds, watching as you swiftly avoid Filch and any other teachers that happen to be on night watch. 

It was getting rather late of course and Remus knew those teachers would be retiring to their beds quite soon. Which is why he was rather surprised to see you on the move so early. He watches as your footsteps pause for a moment outside the library before entering the facility.

Remus smirks to himself knowing exactly what you were doing. You were once again off to the restricted section to continue to read about wandless magic and transformations. Remus never liked to leave you alone on these scandalous adventures, which is why he finds himself quickly muttering “mischief managed” as he slips out of his own dormitory. 

Remus, unlike you, is smart enough to wait for all professors to go to bed before heading to the library to join you. The moonlight lighting up his path so he didn’t need to use his wand. His journey is quick and he soon finds himself in front of the large doors to the library that you both so desperately love. 

Remus quietly creaks the door open, quickly slipping inside and shutting it behind him. He scrambles hurriedly over to the restricted section where he finds you hunched over a book, nothing but a lantern and the moonlight to light the area around you. 

“I suspected you’d be on your way,” your soft voice breaks the silence as a smirk plays upon your lips. Remus lets out a soft laugh as he admires the way the soft yellow glow of the candle lights up your face in the dark room. 

“I couldn’t let you have all the fun now could I?” Remus replies coyly. A smirk playing on his lips as well. He stands there a moment more to admire you before making his way toward your hunched figure. He places a soft kiss atop your head relishing in this moment alone with you. He knows you aren’t supposed to be together, and you know it as well. It just seems to somehow, and for some reason, worry you less that the two of you are dating. 

You come from a strong pure blood line of Grey’s, and your family holds quite high expectations of you. Especially when it comes to your marital status. Your parents usher you to keep your eyes open for a good pure blood boy whose family comes from good money like yours. As a first year, you were quick to make this promise. You hadn’t thought much of such things. But as a 7th year, things have definitely changed. 

You’ve fancied Remus Lupin since second year and the two of you had secretly made things official fourth year. The fact either of you have been able to keep it hush hush for this long is beyond Remus, but not you. 

You know exactly why things have kept so quiet. Part of it has to do with the constant lies that you feed your family about how you are “changing” Sirius Black from a blood trader to a restored pure blood lover. You made a promise to your mother and father that you fancy him and by the end of 7th year you’d have a proposal. 

Now, you had planned to end this facade ages ago, but Remus convinced you this was the only way your parents wouldn’t disown you. You know that a family bond is important to Remus, given his own family troubles, so you agreed to continue the lies. The issue is how absolutely and utterly jealous Remus is becoming. Even now sitting in the library you can tell he is on edge about something again. 

“Sirius was hitting on you again,” Remus huffs taking a seat on the table you’re working at. 

“Oh?” You question innocently, as if you hadn’t noticed. 

Remus lets out a small groan of annoyance as he begins to pick at his nails. “Darling, he was fawning over you at lunch,” Remus whines. His brown eyes are big and pleading. Asking, no begging, for you to stop Sirius’s antics. 

“Well my dear,” you chuckle lightly, “perhaps if you finally told the boys we were together Sirius would stop.” 

Remus stares at you silently for a moment before finally speaking up. “Y/N, you know how mouthy the boys are… it will get out and to your parents and…”

“Rem,” you softly cut in. “I think you forget this is our last year. It’s going to come out eventually. Why does it matter if it’s now rather than then?” You try to keep your voice as soft and soothing as possible, you know Remus is an anxious person and this conversation in particular always upsets him. It really did surprise you how insistent he was that you keep your relationship under complete wraps until after graduation. Many would suspect cheating, but you know the other reality of why he requests this. Remus fears the way your fellow housemates will treat you.

Remus has already witnessed the relentless attacks on Sirius for being a blood traitor despite not even being placed in Slytherin. He couldn’t bare to imagine the way you would be treated for being a blood traitor being that Slytherin is your house. 

Though it didn’t particularly worry or bother you, you refuse to put any more stress on your darling boyfriend. So you allow for things to stay quiet. Between family ties and bullying, you know this was what ultimately makes Remus happy. Even if his whining about Sirius Black drives you crazy. 

“No no,” Remus huffs back finally, making you tear your gaze from your book. “Your parents might cut you off financially, or…”

“Remmy, we don’t have to if it worries you okay? Perhaps instead you could simply mention to Sirius that you fancy me? He’ll stop then you know.” You try to offer a kind smile but you know deep down it isn’t doing much. 

Remus draws his lip between his teeth before shaking his head. His fluffy brown curls bouncing with the motion as he mutters “no,” a few times under his breath. “Sirius might not care, he might take it as a competition to get you first,” Remus points out as if it were obvious. 

“Get me first?” You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at his assertion. “Rem, last time I checked, now I could be wrong, but you actually got me first due to the fact we’re dating.” 

“But-Okay yes but if I tell him I fancy you then later he finds out we’re together, he might be mad at me!” Remus pleads. You roll your eyes finally turning your chair to face him completely. 

“Remus Lupin,” your voice was a little more stern than intended, but you sure as hell knew he was listening now. “I’m almost positive Sirius Black is currently, as in as if this year, on his way to shagging a good portion of our year. Having said that, I highly, and when I say highly I mean highly doubt that he will care that you are shagging me.” You finish with a small sigh. Your eyes lock with Remus’s and you could see a smile beginning to form on his face. “What?” You question with a small laugh. 

“Did you just accuse our best friend of shagging the whole year?” Remus chuckles. 

“No!” You squeal in defense. “I said on his way to a good portion of our grade!” 

Remus lets out another laugh before attempting to get serious again. “Well, you also said that I’m shagging your which is completely and utterly incorrect,” Remus mumbles lowly.

“Really Lupin? That’s what you got out of that? That Sirius is shagging girls and you’re still a virgin?” You let out an exasperated sigh at how absolutely impossible this boy is. 

“Hey! You’re a virgin too!” Remus gasps, pointing at you defensively. 

“Remus!” You cry with a small laugh. “Still not the point! My point is that he won’t care! If you want our friend to stop “hitting” on me, you’ve ought to say something.” 

Remus locks eyes with you again before letting out a small groan. “I get the point, but now all I can think about is how I’m still a bloody virgin!” 

Your eyes immediately flew shut as you burst out laughing at his comment. “Remus!” You wheeze while gripping your stomach. “We’re still virgins because my housemates would have a heart attack if you stepped foot into my dorm and your roommates don’t have a reason to leave, then stay gone long enough for us to do anything. Perhaps if you…”

“Well maybe we’ll just have to do it right here then.” Remus states matter-of-factly. Your eyes widened at his offer as you shake your head slowly. 

“We can’t just get naked in the restricted section,” you say slowly. 

“Says who?” Remus hums, glancing down at you. You look up again at his figure sitting on the desk before deciding to stand up. You shuffle your way between his legs and plant a soft kiss to his lips. 

“Says me, I say we can’t get na-“ and suddenly your voice was muffled by your pajama top being taken off your body.

“What was that about you not getting naked? I’m pretty sure you’re the one with your top off,” Remus teases as he admires your completely bare chest. You let out a huff, unable to form any words as you quickly wrap your arms around yourself as cold air surrounds you. 

“Remus it’s cold,” you whin eyeing your shirt. 

“Well if you move your arms I can use my hands to warm your tits,” Remus snickers earning him a light flick in the arm. 

“If you’re going to be an ass and offer to warm me up you might as well warm me up in the right way,” you growl in response. Remus raises an eyebrow at you, leaning back onto the books behind him. 

“Oh?” He questioned, intrigued by your sudden dominance in the situation. 

“Mhm. If you want to warm me up, use your whole body Remus Lupin. Go on. Fuck me.” You tempt. The smirk that once sat proudly on Remus’s face fell as he swallows thickly. It was only then that he realizes you were standing in front of him, hands on each side of his thighs, with you tits on full display. It was then that he realizes he’s never seen you naked before. 

“Scared?” You whisper. 

“Terrified.” Remus swallows. 

You step back and slowly slip off your pajama shorts followed by your panties. Remus watches your movements with hawk like precision, his eyes never once leaving your body. He was so focused on how gorgeous your body looked he didn’t even realize you had been standing there waiting for him to say something for almost two minutes. 

“Oh my,” Remus breaths. “You look, you look absolutely stunning. You truly are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” His eyes graze over your face, then your neck, and down your chest and stomach. He admires your hips and thighs, before slowly skimming down your bare legs. Remus felt like he was on fire. His whole body burns for you, in fact his pajama pants felt quite tight for you. 

“Your turn to strip for me lover boy,” you hum, pulling Remus out of his trance. He nods quickly, sliding off the table to discard his shirt and pants, along with any other garments. His eyes meet yours once again, he looks so nervous. 

Remus is in fact nervous, though the nervousness is overpowered by excitement. His body shivers as the cold air envelops his toned body. The moonlight shines on Remus pale skin perfectly, allowing you to see every scar left behind by the full moon. The atmosphere of the room was becoming tense due to you both standing there silent and naked. 

“Y/N,” Remus whispers, slowly moving towards you. “May I….” His hand reaches forward but he stops himself just before he can make contact with the soft skin of your waist. May I touch you?” His voice is soft and unsure, like a small child who doesn’t know if they’re about to get in trouble. 

But you smile at him, allowing Remus to relax under your loving gaze. “Of course you can touch me Remus, I love when you touch me.” You whisper in a hushed tone. Now you begin to move forward, stepping into his touch. 

Remus makes quick work of his hands, running them down your waist and then to your hips before sliding them to you back side so he can gently grip your ass. You let out as soft moan as his lips connect with yours, drinking up the feeling of his body pressing against you. “Rem…” you mumble softly, “Can I please you?” 

Your words seem to take Remus by surprise, since he pauses the kiss you were both sharing. His lips detach from yours so he can meet your gaze once again. “I-I would really like that, but only if you’re comfortable!” He quickly adds. 

“Remus Lupin,” you sigh, “I’d do anything for you I swear,” your voice is like honey as you drag your hands down his body while dropping to your knees in front of him. You watch as Remus’s cock twitches, tempting you to put it in your mouth. 

You decide to take it slow, first grabbing onto the base of his cock and jerking it forward. Remus let out a soft whine at your action, bucking his hips forward. His eyes begging for you to continue. You slowly begin to move your hand back and forth at a steady pace, enjoying the soft sounds that we’re tumbling from Remus’s lips. 

After a few more jerks you found yourself leaning in with your mouth open, ready to take his cock. 

You could hear his breath hitch as your lips made contact with his tip, sucking lightly on the sensitive head. You swirl your tongue around his tip, making sure to spread around the precum that was leaking from his aching cock. 

You slowly lower you head fully onto his base while Remus’s hands fly to your hair, tugging lightly as you choke on his length. Remus was thick in your mouth, making it easy to feel every vein and curve as your head bobs up and down. 

Remus feels hot from the pleasure, relishing in the much better feeling of your mouth rather than his hand. He loves the way you look while you suck him off. The way tears are forming in your eyes as you gag around his length. Your head continues to move up and down at a steady pace as you hallow your cheeks. Remus instinctively bucks his hips at the feeling, fucking into your throat. 

A small moan escapes your lips at the sensation, wanting Remus to do it again. You pull away for a moment, “do that again Rem, I like the feeling of you fucking my throat,” you hum as your lips wrap around his cock once again. 

Remus lets out a long moan, bucking his hips forward, wanting to fill your request. He begins to collect your hair in his hands, which allowed him to hold your head in place as he slowly picks up his thrusts. 

You could tell Remus was becoming close by the way his abs flex each time he went deeper down your throat. Along with the way he was pushing you all the way down on his cock and holding you there a moment before thrusting back out again. This pattern continues a few more times before Remus let out a ragged gasp while pushing your head all the way down on his cock. You could feel the heat of his cum shoot down your throat as Remus releases you from his tight grip. 

“Fuck, you did so well bunny.” Remus huffs, completely out of breath. He cups your cheek before sliding his hand under your chin to tilt your head upwards. You smile up at him while he smiles back at you. “Come on pretty girl, stand up for me. I want to bury my face in that beautiful cunt of yours to show you just how much I love you.”

A soft moan escapes your lips as you pick yourself up off the ground, leaning into Remus’s embrace to give him a small kiss. 

“Come on bunny, up on the table for me,” he says pulling you over to where he was previously sitting. He helps you up onto the desk before dropping to his knees in front of your glistening folds. Spreading your legs, Remus brings your thighs over his shoulders so they can rest there, leaving you to lean back on the books behind you. You let out a moan as you tug at Remus’s soft locks, wanting him to bury his face between your thighs. 

“What do you want bunny? Hmm? Use your words for me now,” Remus says with a chuckle. 

You let out a small whine before replying with a soft whimper “P-please Remus, I want you to touch me.”

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Remus hums with a smirk. His head slowly dipping between your slick coated thighs. His lips began pressing gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs as he travels upwards to your soaking cunt. With a small kiss to your folds, Remus slips his tongue in and gently licks your clit. Slowly lapping up all of your juices in the process. 

“Mm bunny, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Remus coos between licks. Your legs begin to tremble as Remus presses his face deeper into your heat so he can press his lips against your throbbing bundle of nerves. 

“Oh Merlin Remus, please don’t stop,” you cry as Remus continues to devour you. His tongue flicking your clit at a constant pace as your hips slowly move upwards to meet his mouth. Your hips begin to grind into him, wanting to feel as much friction as possible as Remus softly takes your clit between his lips. You could feel your high coming on, causing your body to convulse under his soft touch. “Oh fuck Remus, please just like that, I’m going to cum,” you plead causing Remus to smirk against you. He maintains his movement as your body begins to convulse above him, your thighs squeezing together as your orgasm spreads throughout your shaking body. 

Remus doesn’t stop until you’re whining that it’s too much. His lips only then pulling away from your sensitive cunt. 

“You did so good for me bunny,” Remus praises as he kisses you softly. You can taste your cum on his lips making you squirm underneath him at the arousing memory that happened just moments ago. 

His hot fingers make their way down your body and to your heat which is dripping from a mix of your orgasm and arousal for Remus. His fingers delicately trace patterns over your sensitive throbbing cunt before he slowly slips a finger into your entrance. You shiver at the sensation, quickly pressing your lips to Remus’s to hide your moan. Remus returns the kiss feverishly as his fingers pump in and out of you. You can feel as his fingers stretch you out, preparing you for his cock. 

You let out a few more whimpers before whispering “Remmy please fuck me,” against his swollen lips. Remus pulls your body to the edge of the table, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist while one hand rests around your waist. His other hand rests on your thigh. You can feel the wetness from Remus fingers smear across your thigh as his thumb traces a circular motion into your soft skin. Shuffling forward slightly, Remus enters you with ease, allowing himself to fully press into you. You throw your head back as a strangled moan erupts from your throat at the new sensation. Remus groans and curses as he begins to thrust his hips into yours. Embracing the feeling of your cunt as it squeezes his cock. Remus tries his best to keep a steady rhythm and pace going, but the sensation is overwhelming as he slides in and out of you. His hips snapping into yours repeatedly. 

He was overtaken by the smell of your perfume that lingered from earlier that day, along with the smell of your hair wash. Remus could already feel himself getting close for the second time that night, enjoying the sensation of being so close to you. He loves the way you feel, not just the way you squeeze around him but the way you feel in his arms. He loves the way your lips feel on his, the way you sound when you moan for him. Remus knew for a fact he would never want anyone else, he knew this before tonight, but tonight… tonight was worth every rough patch and every moment of hiding your relationship from others. Tonight was everything Remus needed to know that you are his and his alone. 

You too felt this deep connection of never wanting Remus to let go of you. If it were possible you’d have him stay like this with you forever- fucking you dumb on the desk of the restricted section. His thrusts were soft yet ruthless, as he pounds into you over and over. You could hear the sound of his skin slapping against yours, the sound of him slipping in and out of your wet cunt. Over and over again Remus fucks into you, relentlessly. You could feel your body begin to shake as you press your chest into Remus’s. Loving the feeling of his body heat radiating off onto you. 

“I’m so close Rem, you’re going to make me cum again…oh oh, ugh you feel so good,” you cry, allowing tears to slip down your cheeks as a string of moan flows from your chest. 

“Cum for me bunny, cum on my cock,” Remus urges, kissing your lips gently a few times. His lips linger on yours for a moment as the feeling in your stomach finally burst causing a wave of pleasure to overtake your mind and body. You cry out Remus’s name into the kiss, trembling as he helps you ride out your high. 

Even in your hazy state you could feel Remus’s cock begin to twitch inside you, signaling that he was close. His moans echoing through the library as his hips jut into you even deeper. Drawing in and out with bruising force. Remus could feel himself getting closer as he desperately chases his high. Craving to release deep inside of you. 

His hips moved in a new rhythm, thrusting a few times before hitting deep within you and holding there for a moment before repeating his ruthless motion. You squirm under his touch as his grip tightens on your back. 

“Oh fuck,” Remus huffs out, “You feel so good bunny,” Remus continues to praise you. “I’m so close pretty girl.”

A small whimper escapes your lips at the pet names, loving the way Remus continues to praise you as he begins to reach his high. 

Within minutes Remus could feel himself beginning to release as his hips snap deep into yours, holding still to fill your cunt up as much as he could. The feeling of pleasure and relief was so overwhelming Remus practically collapses onto you as he comes down from his high. You wrap your arms around his sweaty body wanting to feel him as close as possible. 

A small sigh escapes your lips as you breathe in Remus’s scent. “I love you Remus,” you whisper in his ear softly while he moans in response.

“I love you more,” he whispers back after a moment of comfortable silence. You smile to yourself as you pull Remus even closer to your naked body, not allowing him to pull out of you quite yet. 

It wasn’t until after another beat of silence that Remus groans and begins to shuffle in your arms. “Let’s go get cleaned up baby, we can head to the perfect washrooms,” Remus coos softly in your ear as he slowly pulls out of you. 

You let out a throaty moan at the loss, desperately wanting to feel him back in you. But you also desperately wanted to go with him to clean up. Remus steps away from the desk and quickly slides on his pajamas before picking yours up. Your legs were weak so you stay put on the table allowing Remus to come help dress you. 

“Thank you Remmy,” you whisper as he pulls on your pajama shorts and helps you slip on your top. You can feel Remus’s cum drip down your legs but you know there isn’t much you can do until you’re both in the bathroom. 

And so you allow Remus to lead you out of the library and into the empty washroom just down the corridor. He turns and makes quick work on locking the door behind him using a charm. 

You feel yourself gravitate towards the large bath, turning the handles to allow the water to run while you empty some bubble bath solution into the tube as well. Remus eyes you lovingly, feeling eager to once again strip you, but this time be able to help you wash up. He begins to peel off his own cloths before approaching you to help you do the same. You moan under his touch, allowing for his hands to gently pull the fabric off your sensitive skin. His cool hands run over your bare hips and stomach while you step into the tub. Remus is quick to follow, taking a seat behind you.

You lay with your back pressing against Remus’s chest, simply enjoying the feeling of him. He is quick to lather his hands in body wash so he can run them up and down your body once again. His hands rub gently into your sore shoulders, hips, and thighs, making sure to lather you up well. He then begins to apply the body wash to himself, wanting to smell just like you. 

“We have to wash our hair baby,” you say as you begin scooping water up and over your head in order to drench your hair. Remus lets out a soft laugh as he aids you, wetting his hair as well in the process. 

“You look beautiful Y/N,” Remus gushes as he begins washing your hair from behind. His fingers gently massaging into your scalp, making sure to wash the sweat away. You hum at the feeling and thank him for the compliment. 

“I can wash your hair Rem,” you offer, allowing yourself to turn around in the large tub so you’re straddling him. You squeeze some of the shampoo into your hands and begin to lather it into his wet curly brown locks. You mimic his actions of massaging his scalp in hopes to make him feel as good as you felt. 

You hear him let out a sigh of pleasure at the feeling of your fingers working through his hair. He allows his hands to rest at your lower back just above you ass. You feel comfortable this way, relishing in the feeling of being pushed up against each other once again. You like being naked together, even without anything sexual going on. The feeling of simply feeling each other up was enough to give you a warm tingly feeling as you stayed in each other’s embraces. 

“I’m going to dip you backwards to get the soap out,” Remus teases suddenly. 

A smile breaks out on your face followed by a “don’t you dare Remus Lupin!” 

“Then let’s dive under love, this is basically a small swimming pool, we could swim around a bit.” Remus hits back with an evident smirk on his face. You laugh, pushing off of him in order to dunk under the water, resurfacing almost just as quickly. Remus let out a laugh following your lead in going under the water. 

You both splashed around for a bit, talking, laughing, and just overall enjoying one another’s presence. 

“It’s getting quite late,” you say after almost an hour of you and Remus’s swimming. 

“We can head up to bed if you’d like, you can stay in my bed?” Remus offers shyly. 

You looked at him surprised, “you-you would let me do that?” 

“Of course bunny,” Remus hums pressing a kiss to your warm lips, “I’m not ready to leave your side yet.” He says with full honesty. You nod quickly, excitement coursing through your body at the thought of sleeping with Remus. You want more than anything to fall asleep in his arms tonight and the fact that he was offering brought you immense joy. 

Remus helped you out of the tub as you both dry off with a quick drying spell, once again slipping on your cloths quickly. 

You hurry out the bathroom and down the corridor wanting to get to the Gryffindor common room as fast as possible. Once you arrive Remus says the code quickly, pulling you behind him and up to his room. 

You both sneak in as quietly as possible, making sure not to wake the other two boys. You were the first to make it to Remus’s bed, quickly ducking under the covers as he follows suit. 

“Goodnight bunny,” Remus whispers pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Goodnight Rem, I love you,” you whisper back. 

“I love you more” Remus coos, snuggling close to your warm body. 

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You and Remus wake up before the other three boys and head to the great hall for breakfast. Though the boys weren’t too far behind as they took their seats next to you at the table. 

“You guys were in the library last night?” Sirius asks looking between you and Remus. 

“Yeah we were,” Remus replies casually, trying to be not suspicious as possible. 

“How come?” James quips up. 

“Oh, I was reading some stuff in the restricted section. I was wondering about wandless magic and transformations. Remus promised he’d help me with my research.” You reply with a smile. Both boys nod and begin to dig into their food. 

As the tables begin to fill up with students Dumbledore stands up at his podium calling everyone’s attention. “It has come to my attention that two students were out last night past curfew. We are unaware who these students are, just that they could be heard in the library last night. This is a reminder to all of you that leaving your dormitories past curfew is strictly forbidden and punishable with a detention. On top of this, I also must have the awkward conversation that student’s are not to participate in sexual activities on school grounds, especially in the library or classrooms past curfew. Thank you.”

Dumbledore went to sit down as a hushed whisper came over the students wondering who was in the library last night having sex. 

“That’s funny,” James laughs, “weren’t you two in the library last night?” 

You and Remus quickly exchange a look as the gears in your three friends brains finally begin to turn. 

“Wait a damn minute-“ Sirius begins to stammer. 

“Did you…did you shag in the library?” Peter squeaks out. 

“Fuck.” Both you and Remus mutter as you quickly gather your things and make a beeline for the exit. 

You can both hear the snickers behind you as Sirius hyperventilates about how Remus Lupin shagged his girl. 

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[bruisedboys]

hiii! congrats on 2k!! could i ask for any character with “tell me where it hurts, honey”

i love how you write every character and each detail just makes me melt 😭

thank you so much angel! I went with remus I’m hyperfixated on him 🫶🏽 cw! reader has period cramps

fem!afab!reader 0.6k words

You’ve been plagued by period cramps almost all day. Remus thinks it’s totally horrible and completely unfair. He’s told you so about a hundred times.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he says for what feels like the millionth time. He’s sitting on the floor next to your couch-bed for the day. His back is against the couch, long legs bent in front of him, and he’s twisted his head so he can look at you properly.

You look back at him with a somewhat pained expression. Remus thinks it’s real until you pout dramatically and say, “You hate seeing me?”

Remus groans. “Dove,” he complains. It sounds like not funny.

You giggle and Remus thinks that hearing your awful joke was worth it if he gets to see you laugh like that. You giggle until suddenly you’re clutching your stomach, your laughter quickly morphing into a moan of pain.

“Ouch,” you complain, more of a groan than a word. “‘Nother cramp.”

This isn’t the first time this has happened today. You’ll be fine and then suddenly not, and Remus is sorry to admit he’s panicked every single time. He’d take all the pain for himself, if he could.

“Dove,” he says again, this time far more soft and kind, his tone all sympathy-heavy and sad. He gets up on his knees quick as a flash, swivelling so he’s facing you. “Tell me where it hurts, honey.”

You eyes are scrunched closed but you point to your abdomen, your lower stomach region that seems most problematic, in Remus’ opinion. Remus is kind and gentle as he pushes his hand under your shirt, pressing his palm firmly to your stomach.

“There?” He asks softly, on a blind search to ease your pain.

“A bit lower, Rem.”

Remus lowers his hand so his fingers push beneath the waistband of your shorts, the heel of his hand just shy of your belly button. “There?”

“Mhm, right there,” you hum, your lips barely moving.

Remus smiles, one, at your cute face and two, because he’s found the spot where you’re hurting the most. He presses the heel of his hand to your stomach, careful but firm at the same time. Normally you’d do this job, pressing your hands to your stomach as if you could claw out the pain. Remus likes to do it because he’s much gentler with it than you ever are. It’s got nothing to do with the fact that he gets to touch you, of course.

“Poor girl,” he murmurs, bringing his free hand up to grip your shoulder, his thumb dragging over your collarbone. “S’that any better, dove?”

You nod, though your eyes are still closed. Remus takes the opportunity to drag his hand over your midriff, a firm press of his palm over the expanse of your lower stomach, back and forth from hip to hip. He’s slow and gentle and watches your face in case you don’t like it. But when you let out a sigh of what he hopes is relief, he knows it was a good idea.

“Thank you, Remus,” you say, sounding both parts fond and tired.

Remus pushes his hand around to your hip and gives you a squeeze. “For what?”

You smile like you can’t help it and open your eyes just slightly to look down at him. “You know what,” you say, exasperated in your exhaustion.

“No, I don’t,” he says back lightly, giving your nose a tap with his free hand.

You roll your half-lidded eyes but the effect is ruined by your staggering smile. “Whatever,” you mumble.

Remus grins. “You want me to keep my hand here?” He asks, one part genuine and two parts smarmy.

You must miss the smarmy, because you close your eyes again and breathe out a, “Please.”

Remus decides he’ll keep his hand on your stomach for as long as you like.

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, soft domestic sex, p in v, bottom dom!Remus, manhandling, hockey!Remus, fem!reader, whipped Remus...

Sun rays stream into the bedroom and wake up Remus. A heavy breath left him. He opens his eyes, admitting his defeat, not being able to get back to sleep, and there … there she was. Hugging his side, her head buried in her pillow and wrapped in the sheets. Content and happily sleeping, she let a few quiet snores from her barely open mouth. He had everything right here. Wishing to stay in bed with her forever, he drew her closer to his body, losing himself in his thoughts as he watched his darling being comfortable in his arms.

It could be mere minutes or whole hours when she finally scrunched her eyes open. Looking around then up to his face and then again burying her face in his chest and groaning. He left butterfly kisses on her face as he held her face in his hands. She escaped his grip on her and ran to the bathroom.

As her silhouette disappeared from his vision. He admired her long legs and how his shirt, the one with his last name and his number for the hockey matches, fit her. The shirt only just reached past her bum. She is taking way too long there.

"Everything alright, love?" He said quietly, his voice still coloured with the heaviness that sleeping left to it.

"Yeah" was the only response he got.

As she exited the bathroom, their bathroom, and re-entered their room. She smiled at him and crawled on top of him, sitting lightly on his abdomen and resting her weight on her knees, even though she knew that he would be more than happy to carry all of her. Emotional baggage and literal weight.

As she let her back fall back to rest on his raised knees, one thing became prominent. Not that she would not have noticed earlier, but now she deemed the time right to tease him about his "morning wood".

"Well, well what do we have here?" She asked him, faking innocence.

"I think you, especially, would be familiar with it, since you know, it has given you such memories?" he answered, arching a brow and smirking cheekily back at her.

"It… hmm is that how we refer to Little Remus Jr.? And to what memories are you referring to exactly? I might need some refreshing" she fired back, not missing a beat . Leaning down towards him and kissing him sweetly on the lips.

He let her dominate the kiss and soon she would whine and beg him to do whatever he wanted to her. Patience was a quality he had mastered over the years. After she was done he answered " I assure you there is nothing little with me, specifically where you are referring. And if you oh so desperately need a repeat of the memories you have so conveniently lost." Whispering such sarcastic comments, though removing his pants and being completely naked underneath her as he slightly moved her, letting his length brush her clothed core.

Looking at him slyly, she lifted her hips, removed her underwear and then guided herself tight above his cock letting only his tip enter her. Letting herself slowly fall, filling herself to the hilt and slightly moving to get more comfortable as groans and moans escaped her open mouth and grunts left the boy. His hands flew to her hips holding her steady as she started rolling them and grinding.

Her hands found homage on his pecs, pushing there just enough so her body would lift and then drop back in place. One of his hands moved under her his shirt and captured one of her breasts, massaging it and twisting, pinching and rubbing its nipple. Watching, as her hips stuttered and lost their force, her face scrunching in more and more pleasure, her eyes from half-lidded, closing shut and her hands started closing into fists scratching his pecs.

"Re- Remus, oh yes" her body was turning now into a puddle which meant only one thing to him. Time to take control back. Holding her hips once again, tighter now than before, he started moving them up and down, bouncing her on his cock. Noises that betrayed the ecstasy they felt could be heard through the thin bedroom walls.

They were close now, both their orgasms within reach. But he needed more, so he lifted her and having the strength to keep her there he started fucking up to her. Her back arched as he hit that familiar and mind-blinding spot inside of her. Her breasts moved so fast, hidden beneath that great hockey shirt that branded her as his and only his, as he set a rough pace that made them both see stars.

"I'm close." she said in a strangled voice.

"I know. Scream for me, dove." These were the words that triggered her to hit her high and her body lay on top of him as he continued his movements finding his own, holding her close and turning them around. Driving his hips again flashed to hers to stay deep inside her, keeping there the mess they made and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Foreheads glued to each other's and noses brushing as they calmed and breathed heavily from their open mouths.

"I love you" he said as his eyes opened and stared back at her.

"I love you more."

"Impossible" he said with a finality in his voice, trying to get the message across. He was hers, body, soul and mind completely infuriated, obsessed and addicted to her presence. And she was his. His to love, to spoil and to hold.

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[lovableapocalypse]

these are the days

bassist!remus x fem!reader

wc- 1.3k

warnings- swearing, make out sesh, awkward moment???

a/n- love u guys and hope u like this lol. i wanted to expand more of their past so ill defo be writing more of that. but lmk what u all want to see <333

You and Remus have officially been together for a week. After your mutual pining reached an emotional breaking point and feelings were spilled after years of withholding, you both were now in complete bliss. You had yet to tell your friends, keeping this budding romance a secret for the time being. You both wanted to stay in this fresh, intense love for as long as you could. While you’re sure no one will be surprised by you two finally getting together, it was peaceful to keep it completely private and just yours to witness. 

You were currently watching the sun begin to peek through the curtains of Remus’ bedroom, your head rested comfortably on his bare chest. You were tracing your fingers delicately across his ribs, mesmerized by his steady rise and fall of breaths. You were completely and wholly in love. You had doubted his reciprocation of feelings for so long that this had seemed impossible to you. 

Remus stirred under you and inhaled deeply. His grasp on your waist tightened as he slowly opened his eyes. His other arm reached for you and held you close to his chest. He glanced down at you, eyes puffy from sleep.

“Hi,” he spoke softly. 

You continued tracing his heart as you replied, “Hi.” Your smile was genuine and you’re sure your cheeks will be hurting from how happy you’ve been the past few days. 

He continued to watch you and began to move his hand up and down your bare back as well. You watched each other in a content silence and the sun was now fully illuminating the room. You slowly moved up on the bed and traced your finger over his eyebrow. He leaned into your touch as you admired him. You glanced to his lips and back into his eyes and on cue he moved his face towards yours. 

Your lips met sensually. After your first night together you’d wanted to discover everything about him physically. You noticed freckles in hidden spots, scars in odd arrangements, and how his body reacted to yours. 

His hands moved to your waist to pull you even more into him and your hands moved to his face. You ran one through his bedhead and the other cupped his cheek. He pulled away breathily and whispered onto your lips, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

“Me either”, you breathed, “I can’t believe this is real sometimes.”

“Trust me, it is.” He laughed as he kissed you again and rolled the two of you over. Your legs parted around him and you touched his shoulders. Remus hummed into your mouth and gracefully traced his tongue over your bottom lip. You wrapped your arm around him pulling at his hair as you accepted his intrusion. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you kissed him back religiously. 

The moment was growing heated and all you could focus on was him. His hands were moving over your figure, squeezing and appreciating. You heard a noise and assumed you had knocked something onto the floor, until you heard a loud, “Oh fuck!”

You and Remus pulled away hastily, frightened at the interruption. Your heads snapped to the sound, and stood in the doorway with a horrified look on his face was one of your closest friends and Remus’ bandmate James. 

He opened and shut his mouth a few times before glancing between the two of you frantically. You were both panting and Remus was now trying his hardest to cover your exposed chest from view. 

“When- when did this happen?” James pointed between the both of you. 

Remus inhaled shakily and glanced at you before speaking. “Um. About a week ago.” He swallowed. 

James continued to look between your bodies in awe. “This is actually happening- you two. Right now.”

“Yes.” Remus replied dryly. 

Your face was burning in a flush, partially from your childhood friend catching you in a compromising position and partly for your secret being outed a bit dramatically. You hid your face in Remus’ arm that was by your head, avoiding James’ gaze. 

Just when you thought the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing you heard the front door slam and a familiar voice shout, “Moony! James and I have come to see if you’re al-” Sirius’ shocked silhouette now stood behind James in the doorway. 

“Fuck my life”, you whispered under your breath. 

Remus’ head dropped and he exhaled loudly. Sirius said nothing as he stared at the two of you. James was frantically looking from Sirius to you as if saying ‘I’m seeing this correctly right?’ 

Remus looked defeated as he pleaded with his best friends, “I’ve given you guys a spare key for emergencies, not to barge in whenever you like.”

“Mate, you randomly were ‘busy’ for a week without any notice- but I see clearly now why that is.” Sirius broke his silence. He scratched the back of his head and looked toward the hallway, “I’m honestly surprised it took you both this long.” He sighed and grabbed James’ arm pulling them out of the room. 

“Give us a minute, yeah?” Remus said.

The door shut and you covered your flaming face with your hands. “That is not how I saw that going at all”, your voice was muffled. Remus laughed and pulled your hands away from your face, “Fuck, me either.”

You both timidly pulled on sweats and tried to look presentable as you opened the bedroom door. James and Sirius were in the lounge talking in hushed whispers. You headed to the adjacent kitchen, “Tea?” You asked. 

“Uh yeah, please.” Remus said. 

He headed towards his mates who had expectant looks on their faces. He rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair as he sat down beside them. 

He was about to open his mouth when you came in with mugs for everyone. You shyly sat on the adjoining lounge chair and held your tea close to you. 

“Care to explain what we’ve just walked in on?” James said.

You and Remus share a look and he explains, “Last week we sort of realized we both had strong feelings for one another, and well everything just sorta happened. I don’t know.”

“You only realized a week ago you two are mad for each other? Dear God”, Sirius sighed. 

You blushed harder looking at your tea. “So what are you two? Dating? Fucking?” James asked with his hands. 

“Dating.” Remus answered. 

“You’re lucky Peter and Lily aren’t here. They bet on you two.” Sirius spoke. 

“They’ve bet on me and Remus?” You exclaim.

“Yeah, on how long it would take you two to stop moping about and get together. I think Lily’s won”, Sirius replied. 

“Yeah, she has.” James said. 

Remus was flustered too, rubbing a hand over his face and huffing a laugh. “Well, we wanted to sit down with you all or something and tell you. Didn’t plan for you two idiots to barge in.” 

“Why didn’t you knock or something?” You add. 

“We never knock. How were we supposed to know you’d have your tits out at 7 in the morning.” James explains. 

“Fuck off.” You didn’t think you could get any more red. 

“Right, it doesn’t matter”, Remus tries to diffuse, “we’re together now. That’s that. Is there something you two needed besides ruining our morning?”

“Well no.” Sirius says. He laughs and adds, “Can’t believe you’re actually together. Never thought I’d see the day.” James laughs along and you roll your eyes and stand. 

“Okay, well now that it’s out there I guess we can all meet for lunch or something and tell the others. That is if you haven’t already blabbed.”

“Didn’t have the chance in my state of shock.” James sighs. 

You all laugh and the intruders move to the front door. As they step out James turns around and sincerely says, “I am happy for you both, really.” You smile and Sirius nods in agreement. Remus squeezes your arm and adds, “Just fucking knock from now on, please.”