#sneaky remus

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Inhale

@wolfstarmicrofic June 21, word count 410

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It didn’t take long for there to be a battle between Remus, Sirius, James and Peter on the backs of inflatable animals. Sirius had picked a flamingo and Remus had a seal. 

“Charge!” Sirius shouted, and they all violently kicked at the water, awkwardly propelling them towards each other. Sirius’s flamingo bounced off the side of Peter’s unicorn. Somehow, Sirius’s barrage knocked Peter off-centre and his unicorn flipped over, taking Peter with it into the cool water. 

Remus had taken his eyes off James while he watched Peter roll. That had been a mistake.

“Hi,” James whispered loudly beside him and shoved him into the water. 

He broke back through the surface quickly but managed to inhale a mouthful of water as he rose. He coughed and spluttered, trying to clear his lungs. An idea popped into his head. He ducked beneath the gentle waves and disappeared from view. He could hear the frantic shouting of Sirius’s voice as he swam beneath James’s hippo. 

Silently he rose from the depths and, as he’d expected, everyone was looking at the spot he’d last been. 

“Surprise, dickhead!” He cried as he launched himself out of the water, tipping the hippo over and dumping James in the water. 

“Victory!” Sirius cheered. “Nice one, Remus!” He blew an exaggerated kiss at Remus and Remus took a bow the best he could in the water. 

They’d been the first in the water, and they were the last to leave. They’d been relaxing, floating in a circle around each other until Ms Hooch called over to them.

“Five more minutes and my shift is over, so you’ll have to get out, boys,” They swam over to the dock and hauled themselves out. 

"Let’s go get changed and head over for dinner,” James suggested, as he helped Peter out of the water. They all nodded, feeling the chill from being in the water for so long. They hurried back to the cabin as quickly as they could. Remus grabbed James’s t-shirt from the end of the dock as they walked by, realising yet again that his scars were on show and apart from Snape, no one had said a thing. Sirius took his hand and squeezed it as if he knew what was going through his mind.

"You're beautiful," He murmured into his ear. Maybe he could read Remus's mind. Remus blushed, no one had ever called any part of him beautiful, well apart from his mum. 

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[wo1fst4r]

The Gryffindor common room was alive with chaos as Sirius, Remus, and Peter huddled on the couch, theorizing about Regulus’ sneaky link. Sirius couldn’t sit still, Peter was suspiciously invested, and Remus already looked like he regretted being part of the conversation.

“So,” Remus began, pinching the bridge of his nose, “we know Regulus has been sneaking out more than usual, and he’s definitely seeing someone.”

“And I know it’s a Gryffindor,” Peter chimed in. “I saw him leaving the common room last week, looking all smug and suspicious.”

Sirius groaned dramatically, flopping onto the armrest. “Disgusting. My brother, with a Gryffindor? It’s betrayal!”

“You’re a Gryffindor,” Remus pointed out.

“Exactly! Betrayal!”

Then Peter, who had been doing Peter things (digging through the couch for no reason), pulled out a clue. “Wait, what’s this?” He held up a bright red jumper, his eyes widening.

“Is that… Regulus’ sneaky link’s jumper?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“It has to be!” Peter gasped. “I saw him wearing it the other day!”

Sirius snatched it out of Peter’s hands, inspecting it closely. “Hang on… this looks familiar.”

Remus groaned. “Don’t—”

“THIS IS MY JUMPER!” Sirius declared proudly.

“Sirius, it’s not yours.” Peter said flatly.

“It could be.” Sirius argued. “Maybe I left it in the house, and Regulus gave it to his gross Gryffindor fling as a trophy. Ugh.”

Remus didn’t even bother responding.

Moments later, the portrait hole swung open and James strolled in, hair windswept. He froze when he saw the jumper.

“Oh, thank Merlin!” James exclaimed, snatching it from Sirius’ hands. “I’ve been looking for this everywhere!”

Silence.

Sirius, Peter, and Remus all stared, realization dawning in unison.

Sirius shot to his feet, pointing accusingly. “IT’S YOU. YOU’RE THE SNEAKY LINK!”

James blinked, confused. “What are you—”

“Regulus is hooking up with you?” Peter blurted out.

“Wait, REGULUS?!” James spluttered, the jumper still in his hands. His face slowly drained of color. “Oh… shit.”

*Sirius collapsed into hysterics*

James, telling Regulus later that night:

James scribbled a note in his messy handwriting and passed it to Regulus discreetly: “So… your brother knows. This is awkward.”

Regulus, reading it, completely unfazed: “And?”

James, pacing back and forth, chewing on his quill: “AND??? SIRIUS SCREAMED FOR TEN MINUTES.”

Regulus, casually flipping through a book: “Sounds like a you problem.”

[nikolai-alexi]

Sirius: you absolutely cannot date my brother, James! No! Absolutely not! Literally anyone else!

James: …what about your cousin?

Sirius: sure, fine, whatever, just not my brother!

James: *with a shit eating grin* hey regulus go on a date with me? your brother said it’s fine

Regulus: wow never thought we’d get Sirius’ blessing, how sweet

Sirius: JAMES!!!

James: what?! You said I could date your cousin!! I just neglected to mention that said cousin was ALSO your brother

[spiritstar477]

okay but what if james and sirius think that lily and remus are secretly dating so they make a plan to follow them on prefect rounds and they’re just chatting and shit the whole time but remus totally hears them following so he’s being extra friendly with lily (who’s all for hugging and holding hands with her bestie) and when they get back remus climbs into sirius’ bed like “did you learn what you’d hoped?” and sirius is all red and blushy and cute like “whaaaaaat?” and they kiss and touch bits or something idk i think it’d be cute

[isthoughts]

James Potter is an international treasure.

[fallingstarsburn]

remus john lupin <3

[spinderella-umbrella]

Initiative

289 words

For the Peter Pettigrew Project Collection

Rolling the Dice (dice dictated prompting): Muggle AU, ft. Remus, at the Police Station: Break up

TW: Sirius as an alcoholic

”Do you want me to come in?” Peter offers, fingers crossed behind his back for Remus to say no.

Eyes downcast and shoulders slumped, Remus shakes his head. “Not this time, Pete. This is between him and me.”

”Okay,” Peter agrees softly, sighing and leaning against the wall outside of the Police station as Remus goes inside.

He wonders how he’s going to do it. Is he going to go right up to the cell and say, “Sirius, this is the last straw, it’s over. I’m only here to remove myself from your emergency contacts.”

Maybe they’ll yell. Maybe Sirius will cry. Well now he regrets not going in.

The thing is, it’s kind of his fault Sirius is there. Sirius must know that, and seeing Peter there might make him think twice about not ratting him out for his part in all of this.

182 days sober, and absolutely ruining Peter’s fucking life.

Things had been good when Sirius was on the outs, and then he decided to go and fix his life. To make amends.

And then everything went back to the way it was. Remus smitten with the love of his life and no time for friends between work and his boyfriend. James and Sirius thick as thieves and Peter back at the bottom of the pecking order.

Peter had been on track for godfather of Harry, if Sirius hadn’t insisted on getting sober before he had been born.

Peter was fed up. And he didn’t feel guilty. Because Sirius had tasted the rum in his coke and looked at him and said nothing. And that was a week ago. He landed himself in this mess, and now Peter was going to get his life back.

[no-context-nonsense]

5:30am on a Saturday and the post is up? Unheard of.

[lunapwrites]

LTL Harry: I'm never speaking to Remus again, he can go fuck off to Antarctica for all I care, hope he drowns.

LTL Wolfstar:

For filth, you say?

[siriuslybea]

Remus: *walking back into the kitchen after going to the restroom and seeing that he's eating a slice of cake out of a frying pan* Sirius, baby boy, you can't have cake for breakfast.

S: *looks him dead in the eye as I take another bite* It's a pancake, perfectly valid breakfast.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(also adding to remus--

one of my fav things about ten reasons remus (actually...a lot of the versions i write of him lol) is he literally throws tantrums in public places and has no qualms about it.

our first intro to remus in ten reasons is him throwing a full wine glass on the ground in the middle of a party and then storming out with his middle finger in the air.

later on we see him fling his credit card at his ex; and even later we see him pick up a hammer and just wreck his door.

in No Matter the Wreckage, he's out here publicly pouting about sirius with another boy like "well he smells and he's short so there" and he simply doesn't care!!

postcard from paris he's out here BOLDFACE lying about having a plus one to a wedding, doing a bad job of it, and still sticking to his guns about it. "yeah I'm lying and i know you know I'm lying but i simply do not care and here i am"

its absolutely ridiculous and i love him for it.)

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - First Miscommunication

@wolfstarmicrofic January 27, word count 246

“Okay, Sirius, pass me the dung bombs,” Remus whispered. 

“What dung bombs? You have the dung bombs,” Sirius whispered back. Remus turned to look at him, his eyes bugging out a bit. 

“What do you mean, what dung bombs? You were meant to bring them!” He hissed. The sound of footsteps coming towards them made them fall silent.

“You said you were bringing them!” Sirius whispered louder than before. 

“No, you were supposed to bring them. I literally told you, hey Sirius, don’t forget the dung bombs for the prank,”

“No, you said don’t forget the dung bomb prank,”

“I definitely did not say that.”

“Well, someone is wrong!” They were fully standing now, nose to nose as they argued. 

“It’s you, Sirius! You are wrong. Ask James or Peter or any of the girls. They all heard me tell you to not forget the dung bombs!”

“Ahh…” 

“Well, well, well, we’re in a lot of trouble, aren’t we?” Filch cackled with glee. Remus and Sirius, their noses still pressed together, looked out of the corner of their eyes at Filch. Well, that could have gone better. “Come with me, boys,” They both winced, resigning themselves to at least a week of detention for being out of bed after curfew and the very loud discussion about dung bombs. 

“Next time I’m bringing James,” Remus hissed under his breath. Sirius shoved him. Remus shoved him back, and they elbowed each other all the way to McGonagall’s quarters. 

[nb-motherfuck]

no one knew the marauders were animagi because all of them could keep secrets very well if needed

[kquil]

REMUS LUPIN | TEMPER

sum. : remus is usually a grump, as dismal as a cloudy day and you're his sunshine, whether he accepts it or not -- he denies it vehemently until his sensitive nerves make him lash out the day of a full moon

length : 2.2k

tags. : grumpy remus ; sunshine reader ; opposites attract ; angst with a happy ending ; remus is a meanie ; reader is stubborn ; a little ooc remus lupin ; fluff ; angst

navi. | more remus lupin

Remus thinks you’re strange. He didn’t know of you until you made yourself known to him, wearing the brightest smile he had ever seen on a person. It was like the sun breaking through a stubborn wall of clouds on an otherwise dismal day. He wasn’t usually the extroverted type, especially with Sirius, James and Peter as his best mates so he was surprised that someone like him managed to catch your eye.  

He was perfectly fine with being a silent presence in his close group of friends, appreciating them for their companionship despite knowing of his ‘furry little problem’. He hardly interacted with others outside his small group and preferred it that way. So when you suddenly appeared before him, he didn’t know what to do with you. 

You had a horrible preference for appearing whenever he was reading in the library – something he enjoyed for academic and recreational purposes. James, Sirius and Peter never understood his fondness for reading so left him alone whenever he simply wanted to read. He was more than comfortable with having only himself for company until you started sitting with him. That was how you first got to know each other or, rather, how you made him your ‘friend’ but not by choice. 

“What are you reading there?” your chirpy voice cuts through the silence that first day. Hoping you weren’t talking to him, Remus ignored you and, instead, brought his book closer to shield his face. “Hello?~” you sang softly after a beat of silence and he could hear the smile in your words. Finally, Remus looks up but only spares you a brief once-over. He was being rude, yes, but so were you for interrupting his reading. Remus also couldn’t stand seeing your bright and sunny gaze for longer than he’d be willing to stare directly at the sun. He’s half convinced he’d burn himself if he looked at you too long.

“Frankenstein,” he answers quietly, hoping you’d leave soon enough… but that was wishful thinking on his part. 

“Oh! A muggle book? That’s pretty cool.” there’s a pause after Remus gives an acknowledging grunt but nothing more. Please go away!  He remembers pleading to himself as he tried to find where he last left off – you were too distracting, “May I sit with you?” Remus goes to give you a judging look but you’re already sitting in the seat across from him when he looks up. He glares at your happy disposition, unaffected by his obvious disapproval, much to his irritation. His annoyance flares sharply as he emits a low growl from deep within his chest but there’s no response from you. You’re as immovable as a mountain. He has no choice but to accept his fate and does his best to ignore you in favour of reading. 

However, in doing so, he had deeply underestimated how determined you were to disturb his peace. 

From his periphery, he sees you pausing in your own reading to stare blatantly at him from across the table. Your first few attempts were, somewhat, sneaky but, over time, you eventually gave in to an obnoxious stare. Remus felt like he couldn’t turn a single page without you eyeing his long fingers. Your eyes peek out from over your book and Remus has to fight himself to keep from getting lost in your curious, twinkling eyes. 

“What do you want?” he snaps agitated and suppressing the horrible urge to grind his teeth menacingly at you. A disguised effort to resist your infuriating charms. Someone this annoyingly persistent shouldn’t be so adorable. 

“Sorry, I umm…. I just wanted to know what your Frankenstein book was about…”

You were polite and sweet with the decency to appear, somewhat, ashamed of your behaviour —it was very cute— but that only seemed to rile Remus up even more, “Read it yourself.” he snaps again and continues reading. 

He doesn’t feel bad for snapping at you, which is why he avoids your gaze entirely. In his efforts, he manages to make more progress with reading and doesn’t realise how much time has gone by until the ache in his neck makes him look up and see you asleep atop the table. Rolling his eyes, Remus packs his things and leaves you to return to Gryffindor Tower — he’s not a babysitter so he shouldn’t feel guilty and he shouldn’t look back. But he does alert the librarian about your presence so that she gets you up instead. 

Remus doesn’t see you until a few days later when you happen upon him in the library and disturb his peace once again. When he looks up this time, however, his eyes manage to linger on your smile before you direct his attention to a copy of Frankenstein in your hand. It makes him raise a brown in silent question. 

“I got the book to read as you suggested,” you ramble on more than is necessary. At least your voice isn’t super annoying, it’s actually quite nice to listen to, “I haven’t read much yet but it’s really good so far. It’s not like anything I’ve ever read before. You have a really good taste in books,” by this point, Remus has already buried his attention back into the pages of his current book and tries to zone you out with only minimal success, “May I sit with you?” that question immediately catches his attention and he almost snaps his neck in half, looking up to firmly reject your attempts. 

“No–!” but he was too late as you were already sitting down and smiling innocently from your seat across the table. He frowns deeply and sighs loudly, making his annoyance obvious but you’re unbothered and already have your book open. His eyes narrow, perplexed at how someone can act so brazenly. He notices the stray hair that falls out of place, the slight crookedness of your collar, the focus in your eyes, the softness of your skin and the gentle curve of your face… You’re so annoying! “What edition do you have?” he suddenly asks, his voice rough and disinterested as if he couldn’t care less whether you answered him or not. He wasn’t interested at all; he just needed to desperately put an end to his earlier train of thought. Hopefully, your response would irk him again and he could return to being rightfully irritated by you. 

“Oh um…” you flick to the very first page of the book, “I have the 1818 edition, why?” you’re smiling sweetly and he scoffs, turning his head away. His ears had become a bright pink beneath his hair. 

“No reason…” The two of you return to reading your individual books while Remus hopes you don’t register the subconscious hum of approval he let out. He’s only happy you’re reading the original, unrevised version. 

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The two of you have become an unusual pair that is often seen around Hogwarts. Many have criticised you for always trailing behind the tall Gryffindor, and despite his cold, impartial disposition towards you, Remus is the first to put an end to such ‘annoying’ talk. 

“Stop talking about things you hardly know anything about,” he would often use his tall height to glare down at those same, clueless people, demeaning them further. And, although that should have been the end of it, many persisted to the point where James, Sirius, and Peter also stepped in when neither of you were around to defend your unusual pairing. 

“Thank you, Remus,” you would chirp at him but receive no response in return. It was odd that, despite his cold shoulder, you persisted. Always wanting to be his friend, always smiling so easily, always greeting him with a friendly tone. It didn’t make sense to him. 

Deep down, Remus wants to keep you. He thinks you are adorable; you are a shining light to a monster like him, and he knows he doesn’t deserve it. Whenever you stand particularly close to him, he savours the warmth you radiate. And whenever you talk, no matter if it is nonsense, he always listens, even if he pretends to ignore you by doing something else entirely. He keeps you at a distance but also wants you close at the same time – he was confusing even himself! 

He was grateful for your consistency, however. Grateful until the week of the full moon. 

You are consistent, and that was something Remus always appreciated about you. But it has become Remus’ main point of irritation for the past few days. Everywhere he looked, you were there, smiling brightly as always, but his sensitive nerves have grown intolerant of you; as soon as he sees you approach, he turns away and hurriedly escapes your company. It scares him to feel so genuinely irritated by you that he doesn’t dare lash out. In the beginning of his friendship with the Marauders, he had lashed out at them too, but their determination for a close bond kept them together. He knows how persistent you can be, but losing you is a thought that makes his blood run cold and leaves an awful taste in his mouth, worse than any potion. 

True to your character, however, you manage to corner him after three days of avoidance, the day the full moon would finally appear in the night sky. It was only a matter of time, but why today of all days? 

“You have the worst timing…” Remus mutters to himself as you innocently tilt your head in question. Usually, as perceptive as he is, Remus would have answered your silent question by now, but he remains silent. The still pause stretches on between you, and Remus uses it as the perfect opportunity to turn away and begin walking off. However, you are adamant about not letting him leave and hug his arm to anchor him down — this is the closest the two of you have ever been. Although Remus never raised a hand at you, his violent flinch to escape your touch makes your heart stop. “Don’t. Touch. Me!” he growls lowly through clenched teeth, his expression making you freeze up. 

“I-I just…” Under his intimidating gaze, you deflate and confess honestly. “I missed you…I haven’t seen you in three days, and you’re my friend. I was really worried. Did I do something wrong?—” 

“If I walk away, then that means I don’t want you anywhere near me!” Remus glares coldly at you, his face crumpled into one that completely replaces his once gentle features. He is unrecognisable. “Leave me alone!” With that, he turns and leaves, a boulder in his stomach and a bitter taste in his mouth, with the still silence ringing in his ears. He needs to get a hold of himself; he can’t believe he lashed out at you like that. Hopefully, you will leave him alone from now on, at least until after he has recovered from his transformation. 

Remus was halfway down the hall when the silence was finally broken by a soft sniffle and a suppressed whimper. He stops completely in his tracks. He dreads turning around, frozen in place in his fear that he had made you cry. The soft footfalls that follow as you walk away prompt him to turn and rush to you, desperate to correct his mistake. 

“I’m sorry!” he shouts, his heart thundering in his chest as he runs to you. It isn’t until he sees your heartbroken expression and the tears falling from your eyes that he drops to his knees and hugs you around the waist, burying his face in your stomach as he repeats his apology over and over. It is overdramatic, in hindsight, but in the moment, he can’t think of any other way to keep you from completely turning away from him. His lycanthropy has taken so many things away from him, and now he is about to lose the one thing he would fall apart without. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean it. Please forgive me, love,” 

Never before had you heard such affection in Remus’ words than in that moment. You don’t know what compelled him to be so incredibly mean, but his softened, pleading eyes, as he looks up from where he presses his cheek against your torso, have your knees weakening. 

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Ever since that day, Remus was found to be always trailing after you, always touching you and eagerly leaning down to hear you better. He loves peering intimately into your beautiful eyes and getting to smell your sweet fragrance. He now insists that you sit in his lap every time you join him to read in the library together. Feeling you close and getting the chance to hold you in his arms is an addictive feeling that Remus will never tire of. 

“Let me carry that for you, love,” Remus’ soft whisper has you hypnotically handing over your books as heat rises up your neck, “I’ll make you to class, today,”

“You walk me to class every day, Rem,” you giggle and smile as he presses a kiss to your temple and nuzzles your crown affectionately. 

“What about it?” there isn’t a trace of malice in his voice, only warmth. 

“Nothing~” he doesn’t let you go easily. Before you begin walking to class, he holds your chin and tilts it up ever so slightly, guiding your lips to meet his own in a soft kiss. 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” his loving eyes and soft words make you melt. You’ve never had a more perfect morning.

“Good morning, Rem,” 

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a/n : this is dedicated to my darling friend @cheriiepies who's birthday is new years! i hope you enjoy this short imagine/oneshot, my lovely! i just hope i managed to include everything you wanted to me to include. and HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE! I hope you're surrounded by all the love and happiness you deserve on your special day!

[iamgonnagetyouback]

The second one is for Harry. I don’t have a plot for him tbh. Anything works…maybe something like James and lily are still alive and the reader is Sirius’ and Remus’ daughter (if you’re comfortable with that else she’s just Sirius’s daughter) and that her and Harry have feelings for each other but they make sure that their parents don’t know about this because they think they won’t approve but secretly Sirius and James have made a bet even before they were born that they’d end up dating.

Gonna sign off as - 👀

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀────۶ৎ bets

synopsis: you and harry have been sneaking around for months, convinced your parents would lose their minds if they found out. but when you finally confess, expecting chaos, sirius just sighs, james holds out his hand, and—wait… they bet on this?! content warnings: lots of fluff, harry and reader thinking they’re sneaky (they’re not), sirius mourning his lost galleons author's note: hey angel ♡ thank you so much for requesting!

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The morning started off innocently enough. You and Harry decided, with great trepidation and a little bit of sweaty-palmed hand-holding, that it was time to come clean to your parents. You’d spent months sneaking around, dodging suspicious looks and sharing whispered secrets under that big oak tree in the Potter backyard. But enough was enough. Today was the day.

At breakfast, you sit on one side of the table, gripping Harry’s hand under it like a lifeline. Across from you, James is mid-story, waving his coffee cup wildly, nearly splashing Sirius, who’s cackling in support. Remus stands by the stove flipping pancakes, while Lily is engrossed in her tea. It’s almost too peaceful. Almost.

You exchange a look with Harry, both of you gulping in unison. Here goes nothing.

You clear your throat, trying to sound calm and confident but ending up squeaking, “We have something to tell you.”

Every head swivels toward you. Four pairs of eyes lock on, and it’s like they’ve turned into your jury.

Sirius’s brows lift, eyes flicking to your joined hands, a smirk already forming. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

James takes a leisurely sip of his coffee, not even trying to hide his amusement. “Go on then, let’s hear it.”

“Uh… well, Harry and I…” You glance at him, wide-eyed. “We’re together. Dating. You know, in a relationship.”

Silence. Deafening, horrible silence. You brace yourself for the absolute chaos about to ensue—a dramatic gasp from Sirius, a whole speech from Remus, something. But instead…

“Oh, finally,” Remus sighs, flipping another pancake like he’s completely unfazed.

“Pay up, Padfoot.” James holds out a hand to Sirius with a smirk that could only mean one thing: they knew.

“Are you—are you betting on us?” Harry sputters, his face turning beet red.

Sirius lets out a long, overly dramatic sigh as he fishes out a handful of Galleons and plunks them into James’s waiting hand. “Yep. And I had my money on last Christmas, but nooo, you two had to make it as painful and drawn-out as possible.”

James shrugs, looking positively delighted. “I told him you two would take forever. I mean, you’re related to Sirius, for Merlin’s sake.”

“Oh, come on!” you snap, indignant. “You didn’t even wait for us to tell you?”

Sirius leans forward, smirking like he’s the world’s wisest sage. “Kid, you were about as subtle as a hippogriff in a teashop. ‘Oh, dad, we’re just going out to ‘study.’’” He air-quotes aggressively. “Or, ‘Oh, daddy, it’s so peaceful under the oak tree.’”

“Do you know how many times I nearly hexed you?” Remus says, shaking his head, clearly unimpressed. “Once or twice would’ve been fine, but the ‘study dates’? Please.”

Harry’s face falls into his hands, groaning. “So you… knew? This entire time?”

James snorts, leaning back with the air of someone who has been utterly vindicated. “Son, I’ve known since you looked at her like she’d personally invented Quidditch.” He raises a smug eyebrow at Lily. “Which, by the way, was second year.”

Lily laughs softly. “Second year, James? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

“Oh, not at all,” James replies with a flirty expression. “I’d know that look anywhere—it’s exactly how I used to look at you.”

You and Harry exchange an exasperated look. “So… none of you are upset?” you ask, bewildered.

Remus grins, nudging you both toward the table. “Not at all. In fact, this is excellent news because now I can finally use your time together as leverage for chores.”

Lily laughs, patting your shoulder with a wink. “Honestly, we were all just waiting to see how long you’d last before one of you cracked.”

Sirius, meanwhile, is dramatically clutching his chest. “I was holding out for the Christmas confession! So many prime opportunities wasted! I could have retired on those winnings!”

“Oh, get over it,” James says with a slap on his back. “We all saw it coming from a kilometer away.”

And as you and Harry sit there, faces hot with embarrassment and disbelief, the rest of them toast to the “official family binding,” clinking glasses and laughing like this is the best entertainment they’ve had in years.

© iamgonnagetyouback ⋆.˚ please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[number1abbasupporter]

James: you two aren’t that sneaky you know

Lily: yeah, half the school knows you’re dating

Remus:

Remus: you two have no room to talk

Remus: it’s so obvious you’re dating Regulus, James

Sirius: WHAT?!

Lily: *giggling*

Remus: you and pandora aren’t any better either. trust i noticed Lily

Lily:

James:

Sirius:

Peter: he knows everything