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moonlight and mending | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: since it's your seventh year at hogwarts, you have to choose a path for a future job, and you chose to be a healer and help madam pomfrey. you just didn't know remus lupin was a regular patient.

obs: this is going to be a series. here's part two of this story.

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The hospital wing was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the tall windows. You were already up, sleeves rolled to your elbows as you organized a tray of healing potions. You had been helping Madam Pomfrey for a while now, and despite the occasional sleepless night, you loved every second of it.

This was where you belonged.

Every student at Hogwarts had to choose their paths on future jobs by the seventh year. Some would go with the professors to learn a specific path, like aurors or politics and others would go with Hagrid (if they had interest in magical creatures). It was fun.

You would not spend all your days at the hospital wing, since there were other students helping around Madam Pomfrey. But sometimes you would ignore this fact and just stay around for more hours than needed.

You had just finished restocking the dittany when Madam Pomfrey entered, her expression tight with concern.

“Another patient?” you asked, reaching for a clean cloth and a basin of warm water.

She nodded, already moving toward one of the empty beds. “Yes, and he’s in rough shape. A regular of mine, unfortunately.”

Before you could ask what she meant, the doors swung open, and Madam Pomfrey levitated a limp figure onto the bed.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Remus Lupin.

He looked terrible—his school robes were torn, his face pale and slick with sweat. Bruises and scratches covered his arms, and there was a deep gash along his collarbone, seeping blood onto the sheets. His hair was messier than usual, strands sticking to his forehead.

You had seen Remus around, always in the company of his friends, always with a soft smile and warm eyes. He was quieter than the other Marauders, more reserved. But this—this was a side of him you had never seen before.

“Will he be alright?” you asked, stepping closer.

Madam Pomfrey sighed. “He always is.”

She glanced at you, her sharp eyes softening slightly. “I’ll leave you to clean his wounds. Be gentle with him.”

You nodded, rolling up your sleeves further as she walked away.

Gently, you dipped the cloth into the warm water and pressed it against a cut on his cheek, dabbing away the dried blood. He stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“Remus?” you said gently. “Can you hear me?”

He let out a breathy sound before his amber eyes fluttered open. They were hazy with exhaustion, unfocused at first, but as he blinked, they found yours.

“You’re awake,” you said with a small smile, hoping to reassure him.

His brows furrowed slightly. “Where…?”

“The hospital wing,” you answered, still carefully cleaning the wound on his cheek. “Madam Pomfrey brought you in.”

His eyes flickered with something unreadable before he huffed a weak chuckle. “Must be bad if I don’t even remember getting here.”

“You look like you got into a fight with a troll,” you teased lightly.

He smiled faintly. “Did I win?”

“Hard to say. The troll might be in better condition.”

That earned a soft laugh from him, though it ended in a wince.

“Stay still,” you scolded gently. “I need to clean these properly, and that won’t happen if you keep moving.”

“Alright,” he muttered with a small smile, but he did as you said.

You continued working in silence, carefully dabbing at the scratches along his arms. His body tensed slightly under your touch, but he didn’t complain.

Then, your gaze landed on the wound on his chest—a nasty gash running diagonally across his ribs, partially covered by his torn shirt. You hesitated before clearing your throat.

“Um… I need to get to the wound on your chest,” you said, a little hesitant. “Can you…?”

His tired eyes widened slightly as he realized what you meant. “Oh. Right.”

There was an awkward pause before he weakly reached for the buttons of his shirt, his fingers trembling slightly.

You quickly stopped him, your hands gently brushing his. “Here, let me.”

He stiffened under your touch but didn’t protest as you carefully undid the buttons of his bloodstained shirt. As you pushed the fabric aside, your breath hitched.

His torso was littered with scars, old and new, crisscrossing his skin like a map of past battles. The fresh wound along his ribs was deep, still oozing.

You swallowed hard, trying to push aside the questions burning in your mind. What had done this to him?

Instead of asking, you dipped the cloth in the warm water again and gently pressed it to the wound.

He hissed through his teeth.

“Sorry,” you murmured. “I know it stings.”

“It’s alright,” he said through gritted teeth. “You’re gentler than Pomfrey, at least.”

You smiled softly. “She believes in tough love.”

“That’s one way to put it,” he muttered, his voice slightly strained.

Wanting to distract him, you asked, “So, what do you usually do when you’re not getting yourself nearly killed?”

His lips twitched. “Read, mostly.”

You knew that the best way to distract the patients was by talking to them, about anything, so they could think about something else besides the pain.

“I could’ve guessed that,” you said with a small laugh. “Any favorites?”

He relaxed slightly at the question. “I like Defense Against the Dark Arts. And anything to do with magical creatures.”

“Magical creatures, huh?” You carefully applied the healing salve to his wound. “You don’t seem like the type to go wrestling with a dragon.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “No, definitely not. But I like learning about them.”

You smiled, tying off the last bandage. “Well, you’re all patched up. Try not to move too much.”

Remus let out a long breath, his eyelids growing heavy. “You’re… really kind,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “Get some rest, Remus.”

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before they finally closed.

And as you sat beside him, watching over him as he slept, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to Remus Lupin—something hidden beneath the scars and the quiet smiles.

You just didn’t know what it was yet.

The morning was long.

You didn't have any classes this morning, despite still being Tuesday.

You figured it was best to stay by his side.

At least, until lunch, because after that you would have some charms classes.

You sat beside Remus, watching over him as the hours crept by, the hospital wing bathed in sunlight and quiet. His breathing was shallow, his forehead damp with sweat. A fever had settled in not long after he had fallen asleep, and you had spent the past few hours placing cool cloths on his forehead, ensuring he didn’t overheat.

Madam Pomfrey had come in once to check on him, nodded approvingly at your dedication, and left you to it.

You didn’t mind.

There was something about watching over him—something that made you feel… protective. Maybe it was the way he had looked at you before drifting off, like he wasn’t used to someone being this kind to him.

Or maybe it was just that he seemed to carry too much weight for someone so young.

You sighed, dipping the cloth in cool water again and pressing it lightly to his forehead. He shifted slightly in his sleep, brow furrowing, but he didn’t wake.

A soft murmur left his lips—too quiet for you to catch.

You leaned closer. “Remus?”

He didn’t respond, just turned his head slightly, a faint crease between his brows. His fingers twitched where they rested by his side.

“Nightmare?” you whispered, watching his expression.

You wanted to reach for his hand, to soothe him, but you hesitated. Instead, you gently ran your fingers through his damp hair, hoping the touch might calm whatever dream he was trapped in.

Slowly, his features relaxed again.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

And so, you sat there, watching over him, making sure he didn’t shift too much in his sleep or try to tear off the bandages in unconscious discomfort.

You kept taking care of the other students there, it was almost lunch time when your eyes glanced toward Remus—only to find his amber eyes already on you.

You came closer, staying by his side on the bed. “You’re awake.”

His lips curled slightly. “Yeah, unfortunately” His voice was rough with sleep.

You gave him a small smile. “How do you feel?”

He hesitated, as if he was actually assessing himself. “Like I got into a fight with a brick wall and lost.”

You smiled. “Well, you look better than some hours ago”

His brows lifted slightly. “Was I that bad?”

You gave him a look. “You had a fever, you were shifting in your sleep, and I had to stop you from undoing your own bandages twice.”

His eyes widened slightly. “I… did that?”

You nodded. “You don’t remember?”

“Not at all.” He looked both embarrassed and surprised. His gaze flickered toward the bowl of water and the pile of damp cloths beside it. “You stayed all morning?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off. “It’s part of the job.”

He studied you for a moment before shaking his head. “No. Madam Pomfrey would’ve done it if it was just ‘part of the job.’ You chose to stay.”

You hesitated. “…I didn’t want you to be alone.”

His breath hitched slightly. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just looked at you as if trying to figure out how to respond.

Then, softly, “Thank you.”

Your heart warmed. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“I do,” he said, holding your gaze. “No one’s ever… done that for me before.”

The weight of his words settled between you.

You frowned slightly. “What about James? Sirius?”

“They’re great,” he said immediately, but then he hesitated. “…They don’t see this part of me. I don’t let them.”

Something in his voice made your chest tighten.

Carefully, you reached out, brushing your fingers over the bandage on his arm. “You don’t have to hide when you’re hurt, especially not from me or what else i won't know how to help.”

His breath caught, and for a long moment, he just stared at you, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

Finally, he smiled—small, but real. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You returned the smile. “Good. Now, do you think you can eat something, or do I need to force-feed you porridge?”

He chuckled. “I’ll eat. If only to avoid that fate.”

You grinned. “I’ll go get you something.”

As you walked away, you could still feel his gaze on you.

Remus was still staring at the doorway where you had disappeared when you returned, carrying a breakfast tray in both hands.

“Alright, hospital food isn’t exactly a feast, but it’s warm, and you need it,” you said as you placed the tray on his bedside table.

Remus sat up a little, wincing as he adjusted his position. He looked down at the tray—porridge, toast, and a steaming cup of tea.

You noticed his hesitation and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re picky.”

He smirked faintly. “No, just… hospital food isn’t usually something to look forward to.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just try a little bit, alright?”

With an amused chuckle, he picked up the spoon and took a tentative bite of the porridge. It wasn’t terrible, which was the best compliment he could give it.

As he ate, you had already moved on, fussing over the other students in the ward.

“Drink more water, Gabe, you’ll feel better faster.”

“Maggie, you’re supposed to rest, not reread your Transfiguration notes.”

“Barty, don’t poke at your stitches, I swear to Merlin—”

Remus found himself watching you, a faint smile playing on his lips.

You were different.

It wasn’t just that you were kind—you loved this. He could see it in the way you moved, the way you spoke to everyone, the way you cared. It was like second nature to you, tending to people, making sure they were comfortable.

And yet… you were also a normal student. That much was obvious.

It hit him suddenly—he’d seen you around before. Not just in passing, but in the places he liked best. The library, tucked away in the quietest corners, flipping through thick medical textbooks and advanced Potions guides. The Astronomy Tower, where the view was the clearest. The courtyard, always with a book in your hands.

You weren’t just here. You were everywhere.

How did you balance it all?

Remus was still lost in thought when a hand appeared in front of his face.

He blinked and looked up.

You were standing there, a familiar-looking chocolate bar in your hand.

“Madam Pomfrey sent this,” you said with a smile. “She said it would help you feel better.”

Something warm settled in his chest.

He took the chocolate from you, running his fingers over the wrapper before glancing up at you. “She actually let you give it to me instead of forcing it on me herself?”

“She’s busy,” you said, shrugging. “But I think she knows I’d make you eat it either way.”

Remus chuckled, unwrapping the chocolate and breaking off a piece. As soon as it melted on his tongue, he sighed.

“Better?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Much,” he admitted.

You smiled in satisfaction before sitting on the edge of his bed. “So… I have a question.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice like you were sharing a secret. “How do you do it?”

Remus blinked. “Do what?”

“Everything,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “I mean, you’re top of the class, always reading, and somehow, you still have time to get into whatever mischief your friends drag you into.”

Remus smirked. “I could ask you the same thing.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m serious.”

He considered you for a moment before shrugging. “I guess… I don’t really think about it. I just do what I need to do.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

There was a comfortable silence between you.

Then, Remus glanced down at the chocolate in his hand. “You know… I’ve never had someone take care of me like this before.”

You tilted your head, curious. “Not even your friends?”

He hesitated. “They try. But I don’t let them.”

“Why not?”

His fingers tightened slightly around the wrapper. “Because… I don’t want them to worry.”

You frowned. “That’s a terrible reason.”

He huffed a soft laugh. “Maybe.”

You would say something else, but some other patient called. You smiled before turning around and going around to help others.

Hours later, the hospital wing was quieter. Most of the students had left, and Remus, finally feeling somewhat human again, was sitting on the edge of his bed, stretching his sore limbs.

You stood in front of him, holding a neatly folded set of fresh Hogwarts robes.

“Well, you look better,” you observed. “Still a bit pale, though.”

“I’m always pale,” he said dryly, though he smirked.

“Fair point,” you said, handing him the uniform. “Come on, get changed. You can’t walk around looking like you just wrestled a hippogriff.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully. “Just change, Lupin.”

He chuckled but stood, wincing slightly as he moved. You turned around, giving him privacy as he carefully removed the old ripped uniform he was using from earlier, and pulled on his new uniform. His movements were slow, careful not to aggravate his still-healing injuries.

After a few moments, he let out a small sigh. “Alright. You can turn around.”

You turned, scanning him critically before nodding in approval. “Much better.”

“You sound like Madam Pomfrey,” he said, amused.

You gasped in mock horror. “Take that back!”

“Never.”

You huffed but smiled, grabbing your bag from the chair. You had already changed into your uniform earlier, ready to head to class. “Come on, I’ll walk with you.”

Remus blinked in surprise. “You don’t have to—”

“I know,” you said, giving him a pointed look. “But I want to.”

His lips parted slightly, but no argument came.

He liked your company.

So, instead of protesting, he simply nodded. “Alright then. Lead the way, healer”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname but walked beside him as you both left the hospital wing.

The corridors were bustling with students heading to their next classes. You and Remus walked side by side, keeping a comfortable pace.

“So,” you started, adjusting the strap of your bag, “what’s your favorite class?”

Remus hummed. “That’s an easy one—Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

You grinned. “I should’ve guessed. You do always get top marks in it.”

He shrugged. “It’s practical. Useful.”

“Okay, but what about for fun?” you asked, tilting your head. “Not just what’s useful—what do you enjoy?”

He hesitated, then said, “I like Charms.”

You brightened. “Me too! It’s so satisfying when you finally get a spell just right.”

“Exactly,” he said, nodding. “And you?”

“Besides Charms? I love Potions,” you said. “It’s precise, methodical… and it helps with Healing. I like that.”

Remus smiled. “That makes sense. You’re really good at it.”

You looked at him, surprised. “You noticed?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well… yeah. I mean, you’re always top of the class, and I have seen you brewing in the library before.”

You chuckled. “Guilty. I like experimenting.”

“What’s the best potion you’ve made?”

You thought for a moment. “Probably a modified Wiggenweld Potion. I adjusted it to work faster without causing side effects.”

Remus raised his eyebrows, impressed. “That’s incredible.”

You shrugged, but his praise made you warm inside.

“What about books?” you asked. “I know you’re a reader.”

He smirked. “What gave it away?”

You laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that I always see you in the library with your nose buried in a book?”

He chuckled. “Fair enough. I like anything about magical creatures, honestly.”

You nodded. “I can see that. You seem like the type to befriend a werewolf or something.”

Remus nearly tripped.

You didn’t notice, continuing, “I love medical books, obviously. But for fun? I like Muggle literature.”

He recovered quickly, forcing himself to focus. “Muggle literature?”

“Yeah,” you said, grinning. “There’s this Muggle author—Stephen King. Have you heard of him?”

Remus’s eyes lit up. “I have! The shining is brilliant.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’ve read it?”

He smirked. “I grew up in a half-Muggle household. My mum had loads of Muggle books.”

“Oh, I love that,” you said excitedly. “Okay, tell me—what do you think of Jack Torrance?”

Remus chuckled. “Misunderstood, the man was literally being controlled by evil spirits”

You gasped dramatically. “Correct answer. I knew I liked you, Lupin.”

Remus blinked, caught off guard, but you just laughed, nudging him playfully.

He laughed too, shaking his head. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this light.

Before he knew it, you had reached your classroom.

You stopped at the door, turning to face him. “Well, this is me.”

He nodded, suddenly wishing you had a further walk.

“Thanks for walking with me,” you said with a smile. “And take care of yourself, okay?”

Something about the way you said it made his chest tighten.

He nodded. “You too.”

With a final smile, you turned and disappeared into the classroom.

Remus stood there for a moment before shaking his head with a quiet chuckle.

Then, with thoughts of you still swirling in his mind, he dragged himself to his own class, already looking forward to the next time he saw you.

Getting closer.

The days passed, and somehow, without either of you truly realizing it, you and Remus had begun to gravitate toward each other.

It wasn’t a conscious decision—at least, that’s what Remus told himself.

At first, it was small things.

You’d see each other in the library, sitting a few tables apart, until one of you would move closer—always under the excuse of needing a book the other was using.

You’d pass each other in the halls, exchanging small smiles, sometimes stopping for a brief chat about classes, assignments, or whatever book you were reading that week.

Remus, always more reserved, didn’t say much in the beginning. He would listen as you talked, and surprisingly, he never got tired of hearing you speak. You had this way of filling the silence without overwhelming it.

And what fascinated him the most?

You never got bored of him.

Most people—besides his closest friends—didn’t have the patience for his quiet nature, for his habit of getting lost in thought, for the way he preferred books over crowds. But you never seemed to mind.

If anything, you enjoyed talking to him.

And Remus liked listening to you.

Slowly but surely, Remus began seeking you out.

If he saw you in the Great Hall, he’d wave you over. If you passed each other in the corridors, he’d slow his steps so you could walk together. If he spotted you alone in the common room, he’d sit beside you, pulling out a book without a word.

And you? You found yourself looking for him, too.

One evening, you sat at your usual table in the library, a thick Potions book open in front of you. You were muttering ingredients under your breath, trying to memorize an antidote recipe, when a familiar figure slid into the seat across from you.

“You talk to your books a lot,” Remus observed, setting his own book down.

You looked up, smirking. “And yet, you still sit with me. What does that say about you?”

He chuckled. “That I’m patient?”

“Or that you secretly enjoy my rambling.”

He shrugged, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe.”

You grinned, flipping a page. “What are you reading?”

“Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them,” he said, holding up the book.

You raised an eyebrow. “Planning on running off to become a Magizoologist?”

“Not quite,” he said, amused. “I just like creatures.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “If you could be any magical creature, what would you be?”

He hesitated for a second. “A werewolf.”

You blinked, surprised. “A werewolf?”

He nodded slowly, studying your face. “Yeah. They’re misunderstood. People assume they’re just mindless monsters, but… they’re not.”

You frowned slightly, considering his words. “You’re right. They don’t choose to be that way.”

Remus swallowed hard, watching you carefully. “You don’t think they’re evil?”

You shook your head. “Of course not. I think… I think most of them are probably just scared. And lonely.”

Something in Remus’s chest ached. He had never heard anyone say that before.

“You’re… different,” he said softly.

You gave him a curious look. “Different how?”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You just… are.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “That’s a very vague answer, Lupin.”

He chuckled. “It’s the best you’re getting.”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I’ll figure it out eventually.”

“I’m sure you will.”

You eyed him suspiciously but let it go. “Well, I’d be a phoenix.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“They heal people,” you said simply. “And they always come back.”

He stared at you for a moment, something unreadable in his expression. Then, quietly, “That suits you.”

You blinked, caught off guard by the softness in his voice.

For a brief second, neither of you spoke.

Then, he cleared his throat, turning his attention back to his book. “You were mumbling potion ingredients earlier. Studying for something?”

You exhaled, shaking off the strange warmth in your chest. “Yes. Madam Pomfrey’s quizzing me tomorrow, and I cannot mix up the bezoar antidotes again.”

Remus smirked. “Do you want me to test you?”

Your eyes lit up. “Would you?”

He nodded, and for the next hour, he quizzed you, throwing in the occasional joke just to make you laugh.

The Marauders.

Of course, being friends with Remus meant that you were friends with the Marauders now.

One evening, you sat cross-legged on the Gryffindor common room floor, surrounded by parchment and books. Remus sat beside you, his own notes scattered around. Across from you, James Potter and Sirius Black were sprawled on the couch, watching you both with lazy amusement. Peter Pettigrew sat on the armrest, nibbling on a biscuit.

“So, let me get this straight,” James said, stretching his arms behind his head. “You spend your free time—voluntarily, I might add—working in the hospital wing?”

You looked up from your parchment, raising an eyebrow. “Yes.”

“And you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

James exchanged a look with Sirius, who smirked. “Merlin’s beard, Moony, you’ve found your twin.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Because enjoying something that requires effort is such a crime?”

“No, but we just assumed no one else was as much of a workaholic as you,” Sirius teased.

You snorted. “I love what I do, thank you very much.”

Peter perked up. “Does that mean you’re good at Potions?”

“She’s brilliant,” Remus answered before you could, flipping a page in his book.

Sirius grinned. “Oh, that’s good to know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Why?”

James leaned forward, an eager look in his eyes. “Because we need a potioneer for our next prank.”

You stared at him. “You want me to help you prank people?”

“Yes,” Sirius said smoothly, “because you’re cool.”

Remus made a sound like he was choking on his own breath. “Cool?”

James ignored him. “Think about it. You brew us something—nothing harmful, just a little mischief—and we execute it.”

You tilted your head, considering. “Would this be used on everyone or just specific people?”

“Filch,” Peter answered immediately. “And Snivellus.”

You hummed. “No harm, no permanent damage?”

James put a hand over his heart. “On my honor.”

You smirked. “I could make an odorless dye potion that only reacts to moonlight.”

Sirius gasped in delight. “That’s genius.”

“Imagine Snape walking around, thinking nothing’s wrong, and then—BAM—his face turns green under the full moon,” James cackled.

You smiled sweetly. “You’ll owe me chocolate.”

Sirius clapped his hands together. “Deal.”

Remus sighed, looking at you with an exasperated but amused expression. “You do realize you’re enabling them?”

“Oh, I know,” you said innocently. “But it’s fun.”

James grinned. “She’s one of us now, Moony.”

Remus looked at you, then at them, then sighed again, rubbing his temple. “Merlin help us all.”

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maevaniila · 5 months ago

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Size difference ayooo 😩✨ he a big boy🗿✨✨

Also huggies cause never enough hugs🔥

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evanswifeily · 8 months ago

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I swear if someone will say that Evan Peters is just a man i don’t know what I’ll do to them yet BUT HE IS A GOD‼️

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theycallmeinterstellar · 8 months ago

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herstoryheaven · 8 months ago

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Descendants Harry Hook x Reader: Hooked On Pan

Request: Hear me out... Harry Hook with the daughter of Peter Pan and Wendy Darling? Maybe she's helping out with everything in the third movie and they meet there. He finds out who her parents are and enemies to lovers shenanigans ensue. Also reader is an absolute menace to society because there's no way she got raised by Peter Pan and isn't.

Reader: Female

Word count: 3349

Average reading time: 12 min 10 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

Ben and Mal had both agreed to bring more kids from the Isle of the Lost to Auradon, hoping to bridge the gap between the two worlds. They believed that by giving more kids from the Isle a chance to experience the opportunities in Auradon, they could create understanding and unity. Y/n Pan, always up for an adventure, was right in the middle of it. Her role was simple, distracting Uma’s crew or more specifically Harry Hook.

Y/n found Harry by the docks, where the salty sea breeze rustled through the sails of Uma’s ship. Harry was leaning against a post, his hook glinting in the light as he lazily flipped it between his fingers. His ocean blue eyes were distant, lost in thoughts that were quickly interrupted by Y/n's arrival.

"Hey there, Hook." she called out, her voice laced with playful mischief. She sauntered towards him, each step measured, as if she were a cat stalking its prey.

Harry's eyes narrowed as she approached, his guard instantly up. "What do ye want, lass?" he asked, his tone playful but laced with suspicion.

Y/n grinned, her eyes sparkling with a mix of challenge and amusement. "Just thought I'd see what the infamous Harry Hook was up to. You know, keep you company," she said, her voice dripping with flirtation.

Harry's suspicion deepened, his grip tightening around the handle of his hook. "Company, huh? More like a distraction," he shot back, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper, Holding his hook to her chin. "What is Mal up to now?"

Y/n shrugged nonchalantly, her posture relaxed despite the tension radiating from Harry. She tilted her head, her expression one of feigned innocence. "Wouldn't you like to know?" she teased, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Harry's jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to her, his eyes boring into hers. "Aye, I would," he said, his voice a dangerous growl. "And ye'd best start talking, or else—"

"Or else what?" Y/n interrupted, her tone light and mocking. "You'll wave that hook of yours around? Come on, Harry, you're not scaring anyone."

Harry's eyes flashed with anger, but he took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm. He knew better than to let someone provoke him. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he muttered.

Y/n laughed, a musical sound that seemed to echo around the docks. "I know I am." she replied confidently, her eyes locking onto his. "But seriously, Harry, why the hostility? Can't a girl just want to chat without underlying motives?"

"Not when that girl is from Auradon and her friends are here too." Harry retorted, his curiosity piqued despite himself.

Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You really are paranoid, aren't you? Maybe I just wanted to see if the stories about you were true."

Harry raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "And what stories might those be?" he asked, leaning in closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/n leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing his ear as she whispered, "That you're the most dangerous pirate on the Isle." her eyes danced with mischief. She pulled back slightly, letting her gaze travel slowly over him before meeting his eyes again. "But all I see is a boy who's all bark and no bite."

Harry's eyes flared with anger, but before he could respond, a commotion from further up the Isle caught his attention. He glanced over Y/n's shoulder, his expression darkening. Y/n took the opportunity to slip out of his grasp and follow his gaze, seeing Mal, Evie, Jay, and Carlos helping four new Isle kids into the limousine.

"Looks like your distraction worked," Harry muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

Y/n turned back to him, her smile playful and triumphant. "Looks like it did," she grinned, her eyes sparkling with teasing challenge. "Better luck next time, Hook." She threw him a wink before sauntering away, leaving him staring after her. As she rejoined the others, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of victory. The mission was a success, and they had managed to bring more kids from the Isle to Auradon.

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Over the next few days as Y/n sneaked often on the Isle, their encounters became more frequent. It seemed like every time Harry turned around, Y/n was there, always with a witty remark ready and a mischievous glint in her eyes. Harry found himself increasingly intrigued by Y/n. She was different from anyone he had ever met, fearless, spirited, and maddeningly hard to pin down. He would catch glimpses of her around the Isle, always just out of reach, slipping away before he could get too close.

One afternoon, Harry was on the docks again, lost in thought, when he heard the now familiar sound of Y/n’s laughter. He turned to see her balancing on the edge of a barrel, arms outstretched, grinning as if she didn’t have a care in the world. He couldn’t help but be drawn to her carelessness and the effortless way she seemed to navigate the chaotic world of the Isle.

Their eyes met, and she hopped down, walking over with that same teasing smile. "Missed me, Hook?" she asked, her tone light and flirtatious.

"Not in the slightest," he retorted, though the smirk on his face betrayed his words.

"Sure," she said with a wink, then jumped away before he could reply.

Each encounter left Harry more captivated, his curiosity about her growing. She was a mystery he wanted to solve, a challenge he was determined to meet. But everything changed when he discovered her true identity.

It happened one evening when he overheard a conversation between Y/n and a few little kids from the Isle. Harry was lurking in the shadows, trying to get a sense of what Mal and her friends might be planning next. He froze when he heard Y/n mention her father.

"My father always told me—"

"Wait," one of the kids interrupted. "Your father is Peter Pan?"

Harry's blood ran cold. Peter Pan. The name that haunted his nightmares, the source of his family's suffering. He stepped out of the shadows, his face contorted with rage. "You!" he spat, eyes blazing with anger. "You're Pan's brat!"

Y/n turned to face him, crossing her arms, unfazed by his outburst. "That's right, Hook. Got a problem with that?"

He sneered, the name 'Pan' dripping with venom. "Of course I do. Your father is the reason my family suffered."

Y/n's playful demeanor faltered for a moment, her eyes softening. "I'm not my father, Harry." she said quietly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

Harry took a step closer, his anger warring with the confusing feelings he had developed over the past few days. "Doesn't matter." he growled. "You're still a Pan."

Y/n held his gaze, her expression resolute. "And you're still a Hook. But that doesn’t mean we have to be enemies."

Harry's sneer faded slightly as he considered her words. There was something about the way she looked at him, something that made him want to believe her. But the wounds of the past were deep, and the name 'Pan' was a constant reminder of everything he had lost.

"Why should I trust you?" he asked, his voice a mix of anger and uncertainty.

"Because I'm not here to hurt you, Harry. I'm here to make things better." Y/n said, stepping closer, her eyes searching his. "I want to help bridge the gap between our worlds. But I can't do it alone."

Harry hesitated, his heart and mind at war. He had spent so long hating everything connected to Peter Pan, but Y/n was different. She was offering him a chance to move past the hatred, to find a new path.

"Maybe," he said finally, his voice softer, almost hesitant. "Maybe we can try."

Y/n smiled, a genuine, warm smile that made Harry's heart skip a beat. "That's all I'm asking for, Harry. A chance."

But as she walked away, the words "Peter Pan" echoed in Harry's mind, reigniting the anger and bitterness he had held onto for so long. He watched her go, the conflict within him far from over. Trusting a Pan, even one as intriguing as Y/n, was no small feat for Harry Hook.

Harry clenched his fist around his hook, his eyes narrowing. "All Pans are the same." he muttered under his breath. No matter how charming or different Y/n seemed, she was still a Pan, and Harry knew better than to trust anyone with that name. His mind was made up, he would never let go of his hatred, and he would never trust Y/n Pan.

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Despite their initial dislike, Y/n and Harry were forced to work together when Audrey took Maleficent's wand, and chaos threatened to engulf Auradon. Mal had been spelled by Audrey, and they needed all hands on deck to help her and get Hades ember back on the isle.

The air was thick with tension as Y/n and Harry found themselves side by side in the bridge of the Isle to Auradon, their previous friction simmering just beneath the surface. Uma stood confidently, her gaze flickering between the two unlikely allies and Mal, who was pleading for the ember that could save Auradon.

"Well, and who is this?" Uma said with a mocking smile, her gaze landing on Harry and Y/n. "Seems like you’re in quite a tight spot."

"Cut the games, Uma," Mal snapped. "We need that ember to break a spell Audrey cast. People’s lives are at stake."

Uma’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she held up the ember, her grip protective. "And why should I just hand it over? What’s in it for me?"

Mal’s frustration was palpable. "We can negotiate, but not right now. The urgency of the situation—"

Uma interrupted with a smirk. "Oh, I’m sure it’s very urgent. But I need a guarantee. Every single villain kid who wants out gets a chance to leave the Isle."

"I can’t promise that," Mal said, shaking her head.

Uma’s face hardened, her eyes narrowing. "Then we’ve got a problem. How about a deal? If you can assure me of that, I’ll consider returning the ember."

Mal’s shoulders sagged in resignation. "Deal," she agreed through gritted teeth.

Uma’s grin widened. "Good but don’t think I’m going to just hand this over easily. If you think I’m going to trust you to fix everything on your own, think again. This is a job for pirates!"

Harry’s eyes were fixed on Uma with immense respect. He glanced at Y/n, a scowl still present on his face. "Looks like we’re working together." he muttered, his tone heavy with irritation.

Y/n shot him a sharp look, her patience wearing thin. "Let’s just get this done. We don’t have time for your grudges."

Harry snorted, not bothering to mask his contempt. "Yeah, sure. Just remember, this doesn’t mean I’m suddenly going to like you. I’m only here to follow my captain."

"Fine by me," Y/n retorted, her voice cold. "Just stay out of my way."

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As they arrived at the castle and night deepened, the castle’s hallways seemed to press in on them, their shadows flickering like restless spirits. Harry and Y/n, though still struggling with their complex feelings, moved together with a newfound sense of cooperation. Their earlier tension had softened, if only slightly, as they navigated the castle hallways in search of Ben.

The silence between them was accentuated by the occasional murmur from Uma and Mal, who were engaged in their own banter. Uma’s taunt broke the quiet. “I bet you lost some sleep thinking about me on the loose, huh?”

Mal raised an eyebrow, her response dripping with disinterest. “No. Dragons don’t really lose sleep. I was more curious about what fried octopus tastes like.”

Evie, ever the mediator, interjected with a hopeful tone. “Okay, why do we always have to focus on the negatives? Why not appreciate the adventure we’re on?”

Mal and Uma shared a look that seemed to say they’d heard this speech before. “We’re celebrating our differences,” Uma quipped, her smirk widening.

Harry, who had been lost in thought, suddenly became more alert as the doors closed behind them. “I believe we’re being challenged.”

Before anyone could question him, the echo of clanking metal interrupted their conversation. The sound grew louder, more insistent, until enchanted armor guards emerged from the shadows, their eyes glowing with dark magic. The armor moved with a jerky, unnatural precision, and the creak of metal against metal filled the air.

“Girls! We have a situation here!” Harry’s voice cut through the chaos.

Without hesitation, the group sprang into action. Y/n, ever light footed, darted towards one of the armored guards, her sword clashing against the enchanted steel. Harry, though visibly annoyed, couldn’t help but notice Y/n’s grace and determination. He found himself instinctively moving to her side, fending off a guard that had swung its sword towards her.

“Watch your back!” Harry shouted, his voice tinged with frustration, though beneath the irritation, there was an unmistakable edge of concern. “Do you ever stop getting into trouble?”

Y/n shot him a quick, appreciative glance, her movements fluid as she took down another guard. “Got it, Harry. I’ll try not to make you worry too much,” she said with a playful smirk, the gratitude in her eyes softening the edges of her teasing tone.

Despite his best efforts to remain distant, Harry’s protective instincts were clear. He parried blows with precision, making sure Y/n had a clear path to strike. The two fought side by side, their coordination improving with each passing second. Harry’s earlier reluctance was replaced with a focused intensity, his actions betraying his true feelings.

In the midst of the battle, Y/n turned to Harry with a teasing grin. “So, Harry, I’ve been meaning to ask, do you always scowl like that, or is it just when you’re around me?”

Harry’s stern demeanor faltered momentarily as he deflected a guard’s attack. A rare, genuine chuckle escaped him. “I suppose you bring out the best in me.”

Y/n’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to be anything less than your charming self.”

Harry’s smirk was short lived, quickly replaced by his familiar scowl. “Don’t get used to it. I’m still not going to be nice to you.”

Y/n’s grin widened as she ducked under a swinging sword, her playful energy undiminished. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With the enchanted guards finally defeated, the room fell into a brief, uneasy silence. The group came together, catching their breath and assessing the situation.

“Let’s move,” Mal said, her voice firm and urgent. “We still have to find Audrey and end this.”

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As the final battle raged outside Auradon prep, the chaos intensified with every passing moment. Mal and Audrey's confrontation crackled with magic, while Uma helped to turn the tide in their favor. Amidst the commotion, Harry and Y/n found themselves close together, their earlier hostility replaced with an unexpected closeness.

During the battle, an explosive burst of energy from Audrey’s attack sent shockwaves through the ground. Harry’s protective instincts kicked in, and he abruptly pulled Y/n behind him, shielding her from any possible danger.

“Stay behind me!” Harry said, his voice filled with authority and urgency as he faced where Mal and Audrey were still in a heated battle. His usual scowl was replaced with a fierce determination to keep Y/n safe.

Y/n, caught off guard, blinked up at him in surprise. “Harry, what—”

Before she could finish her question, Harry's hand tightened around hers, his grip firm and reassuring. “Just stay close, alright?” His tone was less harsh and more protective, revealing an underlying care he hadn’t shown before.

Y/n’s confusion turned into a playful smirk as she tilted her head. “You know, I thought you hated me. Now you’re acting like my personal bodyguard?”

Harry’s eyes met hers, and for a moment, the intensity of the battle seemed to fade. “I might have had my issues with you,” he admitted, his voice softer, “but I’ve got to admit, I’m not letting you get hurt.”

Y/n’s playful expression softened into one of genuine warmth. “I never knew you cared, Hook,” she teased lightly, her heart fluttering at his unexpected protectiveness.

Harry’s face twitched with a hesitant smile. “Don’t get used to it,” he said, though his eyes betrayed his true feelings. “But for now, just stay behind me.”

As the last echoes of battle faded and the castle grounds began to calm, Harry and Y/n stood close, their earlier friction now replaced with an undeniable connection. The night sky above them sparkled with stars, casting a calming glow over the school grounds.

Harry, with his usual confidence restored, looked at Y/n with a playful yet intense gaze. “You know, Pan, I’ve had quite a few realizations tonight,” he said, his voice smooth and flirtatious.

Y/n, her heart fluttering at his tone, tilted her head with a teasing smile. “Oh really? And what exactly did you realize?”

Harry stepped closer, his gaze locked on hers. “I realized that despite your troublemaker ways and that pesky Pan name, there’s something about you that’s irresistible. And I’m not one to back down from what I want.”

Y/n’s smile widened, her eyes twinkling with both affection and challenge. “Is that so?”

Harry’s smirk grew. “Absolutely. Though, if it really bothers me, I could always change that name of yours to Hook instead of Pan. Seems fitting, don’t you think?”

Without missing a beat, Harry closed the distance between them, his confidence radiating. He cupped her face gently with one hand, his thumb brushing her cheek. “But for now, let’s focus on what really matters.”

Before Y/n could respond, Harry pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. The world around them seemed to blur as his lips moved against hers with a fervor that spoke of all the feelings he’d kept hidden. The kiss was filled with intensity and emotion, leaving no room for doubt about his feelings.

When they finally pulled apart, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, Harry’s eyes were filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. Y/n’s cheeks were flushed, and her smile was both shy and radiant.

As Y/n whispered, “I promise I’ll try to be less of a troublemaker.” Harry leaned in, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke in a low, teasing whisper.

“I don’t think so, darling. That’s exactly what I like about you.” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re never boring, and that makes you even more irresistible.”

Y/n’s laughter was soft and delighted, her hand still clasped in his. “I guess I’ll have to keep you on your toes then.”

Harry’s grin widened, his eyes dancing with mischief and affection. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Just as they were lost in their moment, Uma’s voice cut through the night air, filled with annoyance. “Seriously, you two? Major battle just finished and you’re over here making out? Can we have one minute without you two being all lovey-dovey?”

Harry and Y/n broke apart, their faces flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Harry chuckled, giving Y/n a playful wink before turning to Uma. “Well, Uma, can’t blame us for wanting to celebrate, can you?”

Uma rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide a small, amused smile. “Whatever. It’s great that you two don’t hate each other anymore, but we’ve got a lot to sort out. So let’s keep the PDA to a minimum, okay?”

Y/n laughed, her hand still in Harry’s as they joined the others. “Don’t worry, Uma. We’ll keep our celebration within reason.”

As they rejoined their friends, the air around them was filled with a sense of newfound joy and promise. The battles of the day were behind them, and the future ahead seemed full of potential, excitement, and undeniable chemistry. Harry and Y/n, now more connected than ever, faced the world with a renewed sense of purpose and affection.

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"O-oh..uhm..what a coincidence..?"

What if you met sol the same way you met Peter?

GUESS WHOS BACK?yes.me.Somehow I got though this artblock🫡I'll try to post again.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

pairing: peter pevensie x female! reader

requested: yes. summary: war times are complicated and feelings tent to get overwhelming. when jealousy hits peter, he doesn't know what to do, you don't know what to make of it, and you two end up... "confessing".

word count: 1,3k warnings: light swearing, battle themes, anxiousness

a/n: it was supposed to be a short blurb but i got excited.

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Hordes of narnians worked frantically on preparing weapons, armors and other supplies for the incoming battle against the telmarines. The sounds of metal hitting metal flooding the hollowed tunnels of Aslam’s How, giving Peter the eerie and anxious feeling he was growing unused to while in England, the one he always felt before a fight.

He had been looking for you, wanting to talk about battle plans, contingencies, numbers. Or just talk about anything at all. He needed to clear his mind, especially after what had just happened with Jadis and Caspian, after the failed battle at the telmarine’s castle and the growing tensions of a war.

Truth is, he didn’t know if he could do it. He didn’t think he could win it this time, not in the state their army was, shrunken and weakened. Not without Aslam.

He needed to find you, talk to you. He needed you to tell him it would all be alright and you’d win this battle no matter what, like his mother did to soothe him down. Like you once used to back in your first time in Narnia.

“Have you seen Lady Yn?” He interrupted a faun’s work to question about your whereabouts, not managing to find you anywhere.

“I believe I saw her with Prince Caspian, your majesty.” the faun replied after standing from a bow.

With Caspian. Yet again.

You’d seemed to spend an awful amount of time with him lately, something Peter hadn’t imagined would piss him off so greatly as it did. Every time he’d come looking for you, or every time he spotted you around, somehow, Caspian would be by your side. Sometimes sharing laughs, others with your arms interlaced. It drove him furious.

He didn’t understand why you had to be around him so much. He wasn’t hurt or in need of help, he wasn’t your friend like he was. What was it you two talked about so much? And why was it that it drove him so insane to just think about?

Asking for instructions on where he’d last seen the two of you, Peter lets the faun return to his work, not managing to hide his unsatisfied look before heading out in your direction. Torch in hand, he followed through the empty and darkened tunnels until he found you and the prince sitting by the Stone Table, deep in conversation, so much so that you didn’t notice his presence at all.

He stood there, watching you two chat. Caspian’s arms moved everywhere in front of him while he explained something that had your eyes glued on him, an amused smile creeping to show up on your face.

His blood boiled. His face reddened, and it’s muscles curved into a frown. Spinning on his heels, he returned to where he came from. It wasn’t until you heard his heavy footsteps walking back into the tunnels that you noticed him, the torch fire reflecting on the walls and disappearing along with him.

Excusing yourself, you screamed his name and rushed after him, not understanding what was going on at all. The quick glimpse you had of his face showed you a displeased frown, leaving you worried something might have happened while you and Caspian discussed battle plans.

“Peter, wait!” you screamed after him, almost begging him to stop and talk to you. “What happened?”

“What happened?” he suddenly stopped and turned on his heel to face you. “Nothing happened, Yn.”

His anger ridden voice only confused you more, your head bobbing to the side to stare at him in deep thought. “Then why are you upset?”

“I’m not upset,” he argued. “It’s just that we’re preparing for a battle and you’re just hanging out with Caspian and…”

“That’s what this is about then?” you cut him mid sentence. “Me spending time with Caspian?”

“It’s not about you spending time with Caspian.” Peter rolled his eyes.

“Then what is it?”

“It's not… I-it’s…” he failed to come up with an explanation, opening and closing his mouth several times. “I’m just worried for my family’s and your safety, thinking of countless plans on how to keep everyone safe while you two are just chatting away.”

“Outrageous!” you exclaimed. “Peter, if me and Caspian are spending any time together is with this fucking battle in mind because you’re so damn stuck in your own head that you won’t listen to anybody!”

“I fucking always listen to you.!” he stated in return, moving forward towards you but you didn’t even flinch..

“Yes, but what about Caspian? Your own brother? They all care about this too, they all want to bring the Narnians to safety, not risk their lives again.”

“You know it wasn’t my fault.” he defended himself, clearly getting what you were hinting on.

“I know!” it was your turn to approach him. “I know you never intended to lose them like that, I was there with you remember, I saw it in your eyes.”

You could've sworn you felt a single tear escaping from your eye, but you weren’t sure and either way, you weren’t too attentive to it to care. “But you’re too stuck in your own head, too worried if you can or not do it to listen to people that actually believe and want to help you. And what was it with the White Witch?! What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t.” he let out quietly, you barely managed to hear. The space between you a mere inconvenience now, as you both neared each other as words spilled out of your mouths.

“And if you think that I don’t care about your safety too, you’re so wrong because I worry about it day and night. I can barely sleep thinking about your safety and if we’re going to make it out alive, because I know how impulsive and stubborn you can be, Peter, and I can’t even fathom the thought of losing you to Miraz a-and…”

Cupping your face in his larger hands, Peter ended the last bit of space between you by pulling you forward into a kiss.

At first, you didn’t know how to react, how to respond to it, simply staying put and letting his lips touch yours, too surprised by an action you’d never expected from Peter. Your Peter, the stubborn and annoying Peter that made you lose your mind constantly with crazy battle plans and insufferable jokes, now making you lose it with his lips in yours.

His warm breath hitting your cheeks and the soft caress of his thumb on your skin melting you into his embrace, returning the kiss with careful and passionate movements. Your hands tugged on his shirt bringing him, if possible, even closer.

Growing needier, hotter, more desperate, you continue your kiss without breaking for air. His lips dancing above yours, your breathing getting shorter and your chest speeding away. You felt the tip of his tongue sliding inside your mouth, touching yours in a sensation you’d never once felt before, but that you now felt desperately hungry for.

And just when you were about to return the action, stumbling steps and rolling stones broke you apart from each other.

“I-I…” Caspian tried to muster, sliding his back against the painted walls of the tunnels, feet rushing away from you two. “... Just need, erm, to be somewhere.”

Peter had pulled you closer, hiding you in his chest like a protector of your virtue, and you laid your face in it, smelling his strong and woody scent emanating from his skin. His hand rested carefully on your waist now, as he watched Caspian disappear into the shadows over his own shoulder.

“He really admires you.” you called back his attention, wrapping your arms around his torso in a comfortable embrace. “You should listen to his ideas.”

“I know,” he simply replied. “I will.”

And like that you stood for a few more minutes. Wrapped around each other, lullying to the sound of each other’s breaths. A brief moment of quiet, peace and solitude in the chaos that was battle prep.

A moment for you two, that Peter prayed with all his heart wouldn’t be the last.

#peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie fluff #peter pevensie angst #?#peter pevensie x yn #peter pevensei x you #narnia imagine #narnia x reader

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nobitchs-world · 8 months ago

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Me: I love horror movie slashers

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evermoreness · 1 month ago

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moonlight and mending pt.7 | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: you and remus are definitely a couple, just not officially yet.

obs: this is part seven of a series. here's part one and part eight

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James was the first to bring it up. Naturally.

“So, Moony," he started, plopping onto his bed dramatically, "are we just gonna pretend you didn’t finally kiss her, or…?"

Remus, who had been peacefully reading a book, sighed and closed it with a soft thud. "I was really hoping you’d all have better things to do than meddle in my love life."

Sirius grinned from his bed, arms folded behind his head. "Oh, Remus, darling, you vastly underestimate our commitment to making your life miserable."

Peter snickered, eyes wide with curiosity. "So, how was it?"

James leaned forward, elbows on his knees, a smug glint in his eyes. "Yeah, tell us, Moony. Did she completely sweep you off your feet?"

Remus rolled his eyes, but the slight redness in his ears betrayed him. "You lot are unbearable."

"You like us unbearable," Sirius said, smirking. "Now, spill. Who kissed who first?"

"Moony definitely got kissed first," James declared confidently. "He’s a coward."

"Hey," Remus protested, glaring at James.

Peter frowned. "But wait, if she kissed him first, does that really count as his first kiss? Maybe he still hasn’t technically had one."

"Merlin, Wormtail, what kind of logic is that?" Sirius laughed.

James waved them both off. "Alright, alright, so who kissed who?"

Remus exhaled heavily, rubbing his face. There was no escaping this.

"I kissed her first," he admitted.

A beat of silence. Then—

"OH, YOU DOG!" Sirius howled, practically rolling off his bed in excitement.

"That’s my boy!" James cheered, slapping his knee.

Peter’s mouth fell open. "Wait—you kissed her?!"

Remus sighed. "Yes, Wormtail, that’s generally how kissing works."

Sirius grinned. "I have never been prouder of you, Moony. What happened to all that self-doubt and hesitation?"

James wiggled his eyebrows. "Guess love makes a bold man out of you."

"Right, sure, love," Remus muttered, grabbing his book again, but there was no hiding the tiny, pleased smile tugging at his lips.

Sirius caught it immediately. "Oh, look at him! All smug and in love."

"I’m not—"

"Do you think about her before you sleep?" James interrupted.

"Do you see her and just start smiling for no reason?" Peter added.

"Do you miss her the second she’s not around?" Sirius smirked.

Remus groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I hate all of you."

Sirius clutched his chest dramatically. "Oh no, James, he’s deflecting! It must be true love!"

James pretended to wipe a tear. "Our little Moony’s all grown up."

"Merlin, just kill me now," Remus mumbled, throwing a pillow at Sirius’s face.

Sirius caught the pillow with ease, grinning like a madman. “Oh, Moony, you can’t escape this. You kissed her. The girl you’ve been pining over for ages.”

“I have not been pining,” Remus grumbled, reopening his book.

James scoffed. “Mate. You stare at her like she hung the bloody stars.”

Remus’ grip on the pages tightened. “I do not.”

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “You kinda do.”

“Definitely,” Sirius agreed. “It’s disgusting, really.” He sighed dramatically. “Our poor, lovesick Moony. All doe-eyed and smitten.”

James smirked. “I bet he’s still thinking about it.”

“I am not—” Remus started, but unfortunately, his traitorous brain chose that exact moment to betray him.

The way you had looked at him before he kissed you—soft and certain, as if you’d been waiting for it. The warmth of your hands in his hair, the way you sighed against his lips. The little, breathless laugh after, teasing but affectionate—

Merlin.

He was smiling.

James let out a gasp. “HE’S THINKING ABOUT IT!”

Sirius groaned. “Ugh, he definitely is. Look at that stupid grin.”

Peter tilted his head. “Kind of sweet, though.”

Remus snapped his book shut again, face burning. “That’s enough out of all of you.”

James waggled his eyebrows. “But Moony, you haven’t told us the best part yet.”

Remus sighed, rubbing his temples. “I swear, Prongs, if you—”

James ignored him completely. “Was there tongue?”

Sirius collapsed in laughter. Peter’s eyes widened.

Remus ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up a bit. "No, i refuse to answer this"

“Aw, come on, Moony, we’re just asking questions!” Sirius teased. “It’s not every day our favorite bookish werewolf finally mans up and kisses the girl.”

Remus groaned . “I regret everything.”

“You regret nothing,” James corrected. “Because you kissed her, and you liked it.”

Remus sighed, lifting his head to glare at them. “Are you quite done?”

Sirius smirked. “That depends. When are you kissing her again?”

James caught the way Remus hesitated. “Ohhh. You’re already thinking about it.”

Peter beamed. “That means you really like her!”

“I always liked her,” Remus muttered, running a hand through his hair. “That’s the problem.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Moony, that’s not a problem. That’s called having feelings. Normal people have them. You just happen to be terrible at handling yours.”

James clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll figure it out, mate. And when you do, you can count on us to be right here—”

“—Mocking you every step of the way,” Sirius finished with a grin.

Remus sighed. “Of course you will.”

And despite himself—despite the teasing, despite the embarrassment—he smiled.

Because, honestly?

He didn’t regret a thing.

Not a single thing.

Not ashamed.

The sun was shining lazily over the courtyard, the soft hum of students chatting filling the air. James, Sirius, Peter, Lily, and you were all sitting together on the grass, laughing over some ridiculous story Sirius was telling.

"And then," Sirius continued, eyes glinting mischievously, "James actually tried to flirt with McGonagall—"

"It was a dare!" James interrupted, looking indignant.

"You told her her animagus form was the most beautiful feline you’d ever seen," Peter wheezed, clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

Lily rolled her eyes but couldn’t help grinning. "Honestly, I can’t believe I’m dating you."

James turned to her with a dazzling smile. "Well, Evans, you had the chance to resist, and yet—" He gestured between them smugly. "Here we are."

"Tragic, really," Lily sighed dramatically, leaning against him.

Just then, a familiar figure approached you.

Remus.

He looked more relaxed than usual, a soft, sleepy expression on his face, as if he had just woken up from a nap. His light brown hair was slightly tousled from the wind, and there was something undeniably warm about him as he made his way toward you.

Without hesitation, he let his arm slip around your waist, pulling you closer. The action was so easy, so natural, that it didn’t even seem like something he had thought twice about.

It was progress.

You turned your head slightly and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to his lips. It was instinctive now—like second nature.

That was enough for the group to lose their minds.

"OH, COME ON!" James practically shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

"RIGHT IN FRONT OF US?!" Sirius added dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as if he were personally offended.

Peter was giggling like a child. "Did you see that? He just—he just walked in and—Merlin’s beard, Moony’s unstoppable!"

Lily, ever the voice of reason, simply smirked. "Well, it was adorable," she said matter-of-factly. "And you lot are just jealous."

"Jealous? Jealous?!" James scoffed, looking at Remus with exaggerated betrayal. "Moony, you used to be the quiet, nervous one! My reliable, awkward mate! And now—now you’re just kissing your girl like it’s the most casual thing in the world!"

Sirius nudged him, grinning. "Not so awkward anymore, huh?"

Remus, who had been unfazed until now, simply shrugged. "I don’t see the issue," he said, voice calm and composed, though the slight pink dusting his cheeks betrayed him.

James pointed aggressively. "THERE. THERE IT IS."

"What?"

"That confidence! Who are you? What have you done with my shy, self-deprecating friend?!"

You laughed, leaning slightly into Remus’s side. "You really didn’t expect me to have this effect on him?"

Sirius snorted. "Oh, no, we definitely expected it. We just didn’t think he’d embrace it so well."

Remus huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "You lot are insufferable."

"But you love us," Peter said with a grin.

Remus glanced at you, a small, private smile playing on his lips. Then, ever so casually, he kissed the side of your head.

The group erupted.

"OH, THAT’S IT! HE’S GONE! WE’VE LOST HIM!" James groaned, pretending to fall back onto the grass.

"I love this version of Moony," Sirius declared, clapping Remus on the shoulder. "Look at you. All affectionate and in love."

Lily nudged James. "We should take notes, really. They’re disgustingly adorable."

James raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, Evans, we’re the epitome of romance. Our dynamic is legendary."

She hummed. "Mm, sure, Potter. Keep telling yourself that."

Remus made a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh, looking absolutely mortified.

You, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying his suffering. "You could just let go of me if it’s so embarrassing," you teased.

Remus immediately shook his head. "No. I—I’m fine."

James and Sirius exchanged knowing looks.

You leaned in slightly, voice quieter now, just for him. "You’re getting used to it, aren’t you?"

Remus exhaled slowly, trying to will away the heat in his face. "I think so."

You smiled, letting your fingers brush lightly against his wrist. "Good."

And despite the relentless teasing, despite his bright red face, despite the fact that he was very much not used to being this open with affection—Remus found himself not minding at all.

Because you were worth it.

Every single second of it.

Say it again.

The days passed, and something changed—something small but noticeable.

Remus was getting used to all of it. The way you would lean into his side, the way you’d lace your fingers together absentmindedly, the way you would press quick kisses to his cheek when he was deep in a book. At first, it had flustered him beyond words, but now? Now he just expected it.

And he had started to return it, in his own soft, hesitant way.

It was late afternoon, and you were tucked away in your usual spot beneath the large oak tree by the Black Lake. You had your legs stretched out over his lap, flipping through a book, while he absentmindedly ran his fingers over the fabric of your sleeve.

“Rem,” you called suddenly, looking up from your book.

“Mhm?”

“I have a very important question,” you said seriously, closing the book and resting it on your stomach.

Remus quirked an eyebrow, already amused. “Alright. Let’s hear it.”

You took a dramatic breath. “If you had to fight one of the Marauders in a duel, life or death, who would you pick?”

Remus snorted. “That’s your important question?”

“Yes, and you have to answer.”

He hummed, pretending to think it over. “Peter.”

You gasped. “Poor Peter!”

Remus just smirked. “He’d understand. It’s about survival, love.”

And just like that—your entire expression lit up.

It took him half a second to realize what had just come out of his mouth.

His eyes widened slightly.

Oh.

Oh, bloody hell.

He hadn’t meant to say it. It had just… slipped.

But before he could even begin to panic, you were already beaming at him, eyes shining with something soft and excited.

"What did you just call me?" You asked, your voice teasing but also way too happy.

Remus groaned, tilting his head back against the tree. "Nothing."

You poked his side. "Not nothing. Say it again."

"No."

You sat up straight, moving closer, your knees pressing against his thigh. “Remus.”

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, but he couldn’t stop the small smile forming at the corner of his lips. "I didn’t even mean to say it."

"But you did," you pointed out, eyes twinkling. "And I liked it."

That made him pause. He hesitated. “You... do?”

You nodded eagerly, practically radiating happiness. “Call me that again.”

Remus let out a breath, glancing away like he was debating it. But when he looked back at you—so earnest, so full of joy over something so simple—he found himself softening completely.

“Alright, love,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

And you immediately cupped his face and kissed him.

Remus froze for half a second before he melted into it, his hands finding their way to your waist instinctively. Your lips were warm, soft, and you kissed him with so much affection that it made his head spin.

When you finally pulled back, you were still grinning. “I’m keeping that one.”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you like me.”

His lips twitched. “Yeah. I suppose I do.”

You gave him another small, quick peck on his lips, squeezing his face. "Good. Because you’re stuck with me now, love."

And this time—this time, he was the one beaming.

“So,” you drawled, leaning into his side with a smug little smirk, “was that your grand confession, then? Calling me love in the middle of planning Peter’s hypothetical demise?”

Remus groaned, tipping his head back against the tree. “If I say yes, will you stop bringing it up?”

“Not a chance, love”

He sighed, rubbing his face, but there was no real frustration behind it. Just warmth—something that curled deep in his chest and refused to leave.

You tilted your head, watching him with that knowing glint in your eyes. “You know, if you wanted to confess properly, you could just say—”

Remus cut you off with a kiss, his fingers slipping into your hair as he pulled you closer. He could feel your surprised inhale against his lips, but you recovered quickly, smiling into the kiss as your hands curled into the front of his sweater.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, he huffed out a quiet laugh. “Happy now?”

You blinked up at him, dazed but delighted. “I mean… yeah. But now I think you just like kissing me.”

Remus smirked. “Maybe I do.”

Your grin was immediate. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone is getting bolder.”

He rolled his eyes, but you could feel the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly on your waist. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are. Kissing me. Calling me love.” you nudged his nose with yours, your voice teasing but soft. “Admit it, Rem. You’re completely smitten.”

Remus exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Merlin help me.”

“Oh, come on,” you pressed. “Say it. Say, ‘I, Remus Lupin, am completely—’”

Remus shut you up with another kiss. Longer this time, slower. Enough to wipe that teasing little smirk right off your face.

By the time he pulled away, you were breathless.

“Alright,” you mumbled, still a little dazed. “That’s a very unfair way to win an argument.”

Remus just grinned. “But effective.”

You huffed, trying and failing to look unimpressed. “I’m onto you, Remus”

“Good,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Wouldn’t want you missing anything.”

You sighed dramatically, settling back into his side. “You really like me.”

Remus chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah, love” he admitted quietly. “I really do.”

And maybe, just maybe, he was okay with that.

An unofficial couple.

Time passed, and it was obvious to everyone—even if neither of you had officially said anything—that you acted like a couple.

Remus had gotten used to your presence in his life, in his space, in his arms. It was natural now, the way you fit into him like you belonged there.

It was late one evening in the library. Most students had already cleared out, leaving only a few scattered at desks. You sat cross-legged on the floor, a book open on your lap, and Remus stretched out beside you, his head resting on your thigh.

You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair as you read, and he sighed softly, melting into your touch.

“You’re ridiculously comfortable,” Remus muttered, eyes closed.

You smirked. “You say that like you didn’t voluntarily make me your pillow.”

“Mhm,” he hummed sleepily. “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

You laughed, flipping a page. “You do realize that if James or Sirius saw you like this, you’d never hear the end of it?”

Remus cracked an eye open. “I’m aware, darling.”

“And yet, here you are.”

He reached up lazily, catching your free hand and intertwining your fingers. “What can I say? I like being comfortable.”

You squeezed his hand, grinning. “You like me.”

Remus groaned dramatically, covering his face with his arm. “And you like reminding me.”

“Because it’s cute,” you teased, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

His face went pink, but he didn’t move away. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Remus just grumbled something under his breath but didn’t let go of your hand.

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in warmth and quiet laughter.

As the library started to empty completely, a soft hush settled around you. You continued reading, your fingers still idly playing with Remus’s hair, and he let himself relax entirely, eyes shut, listening to the gentle cadence of your voice as you quietly narrated a passage.

“You know,” you murmured after a while, shifting slightly beneath him, “I’m starting to think you only keep me around for free head massages.”

Remus huffed a laugh, cracking an eye open to look up at you. “That’s absolutely not true.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

He smirked lazily. “You’re also very warm.”

You gasped in mock offense, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Unbelievable. I knew it.”

Still grinning, Remus caught your hand before you could pull away and laced your fingers together again. “Alright, alright. Maybe I also keep you around because you’re nice to look at.”

That made you pause. You blinked down at him, surprised, and Remus only realized what he’d said when he saw the teasing sparkle in your eyes.

“Oh?” you grinned. “So you do like looking at me?”

His face went bright red. “That’s not—”

“Oh, no, no,” you interrupted, clearly enjoying this. “Please, do go on. What exactly do you like looking at?”

Remus groaned, covering his face with his free hand. “Merlin, why do I even speak?”

You laughed, shifting to press a kiss to his cheek. “I like looking at you, too, you know.”

His breath hitched slightly, but he didn’t pull away.

The moment lingered, softer now, a quiet warmth settling between them.

Then, you glanced at the library clock. “We should probably go before Madam Pince throws us out.”

Remus sighed dramatically, still not making any effort to move. “But getting up requires effort.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was fondness in your smile. “Fine. You can stay there. But I’m leaving.”

You made a move to stand up, but Remus instinctively tightened his grip on your hand, stopping you.

“…Wait.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Yes?”

“…Five more minutes?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Remus Lupin, you are the clingiest person I’ve ever met.”

Remus groaned. “Don’t say it like that.”

“I’m not complaining, love”

“…You better not be.”

You just smiled, pressing another soft kiss to his forehead. “Fine. Five more minutes.”

And Remus, despite knowing the teasing he’d get from James and Sirius later, let himself stay.

The five minutes turned into ten. Then fifteen. Neither of you seemed in any rush to leave, wrapped up in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

Remus was now seated by your side, head on your shoulders, reading whatever was that you were reading.

Remus sighed contentedly, eyes still shut as you continued running your fingers through his hair. The feeling was addicting—soothing in a way he never realized he needed.

“You’re going to fall asleep on me,” you whispered, amused.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” he murmured, barely opening his eyes.

You hummed, considering. “Not at all.” your voice was softer now, almost thoughtful. “I like being close to you.”

Remus opened his eyes fully this time, tilting his head to look at you. Something in your expression made his heart stutter—you looked peaceful, content, but there was something else, something gentle and adoring in the way you gazed down at him.

His fingers curled slightly around yours. “I like being close to you too,” he admitted, voice quiet but certain.

A small, pleased smile tugged at your lips. “Good,” you whispered.

You leaned before he could think too much about it, pressing the softest kiss to the corner of his mouth. It was barely there, just a whisper of a touch, but it sent warmth flooding through him all the same.

Remus barely had time to react before you pressed another kiss, this time fully on his lips. Slow, lingering, infinitely tender.

His breath caught, his free hand coming to gently rest at your waist, as if grounding himself in the moment. You kissed him like you had all the time in the world—like he was something precious, something worth savoring.

And, Merlin help him, he wanted to stay in this moment forever.

When you finally pulled back, your forehead resting against his, he could still feel the ghost of your smile against his lips.

“I think I might be in trouble,” he whispered, voice dazed.

You let out a soft laugh, brushing your nose against his. “Why’s that?”

Remus swallowed, searching for words, but all he could focus on was the way you were looking at him. Like he was something worth holding onto.

“…Because I don’t think I’ll ever want to let go,” he admitted, voice barely above a breath.

You exhaled softly, your fingers gently tracing the back of his hand. “Then don’t,” she murmured simply.

And with that, you kissed him again, and Remus knew—without a doubt—he never would.

Tracing scars.

The common room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the fireplace. Most students had gone to bed, leaving just the two of you curled up together on the couch. You were tucked against his side, your fingers idly tracing circles on the back of his hand as he held it in his lap.

Remus sighed contentedly, watching the fire flicker, feeling utterly at peace. These moments with you—these quiet, comfortable spaces where he didn’t have to be anything but himself—meant more to him than he could ever put into words.

“You’re staring again,” you murmured, tilting your head up to look at him with a small smile.

Remus huffed a soft laugh, his fingers brushing gently through your hair. “Can you blame me?”

You rolled your eyes playfully but didn’t argue, instead shifting closer, resting your head against his shoulder.

Your fingers traced up his arm absentmindedly, skimming over the fabric of his sweater before moving to his jawline, where they brushed over the scar that ran across his face.

He stiffened slightly, always unprepared for the way you didn’t recoil. How you didn’t flinch or hesitate. How you touched his scars like they were just part of him—nothing to be ashamed of.

You had done this before, and each time, it left him torn between wanting to lean into your touch or run away.

Your thumb traced the scar slowly. “I love this one,” you murmured.

Remus swallowed. “You what?”

You smiled, shifting so you could look him properly in the eyes. “I love it. It makes you look… strong. And distinguished. And incredibly handsome.”

His face went bright red. “Merlin, you can’t just say things like that.”

You laughed, pressing your lips to the scar in question. “I just did.”

Remus sucked in a breath, heart doing ridiculous flips in his chest. “Dove…”

You beamed at the pet name, and Remus found himself smiling helplessly. It had started as something he’d said without thinking, but now, he couldn’t stop. It just fit you so well.

You kissed along the scar, trailing soft pecks down his jaw, your lips unbearably gentle. Remus melted under your touch, torn between letting you continue and pulling away before he completely lost himself.

His hand found its way into your hair, fingers weaving through the strands as he let out a breathy chuckle. “You really like doing that, don’t you?”

You hummed. “Mm-hmm. I like all of them.”

Remus swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t.”

You frowned slightly, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “Why not?”

“…Because they’re ugly.” His voice was quiet, but there was an undeniable sadness behind it.

Your expression softened, your hand coming up to cradle his cheek as you held his gaze. "Remus," you whispered, your voice full of warmth, of certainty. "They’re not ugly. Not to me."

His breath hitched, his grip on your tightening just slightly as he struggled to find the right words. He wasn’t used to this—to someone looking at him like he was worth something more than his scars, more than his condition.

You traced his jawline again, slower this time, like you were memorizing every inch of him. "They tell a story," you continued, your fingers brushing over the faded lines with reverence. "They tell your story. And I love every part of it. Every part of you."

Remus felt something in his chest tighten—something raw and fragile, something he wasn’t sure how to hold without breaking. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a shaky breath, before pressing his forehead to yours.

"You make it so bloody difficult to keep my head straight," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, nudging your nose against his. "Then stop trying so hard."

And then you kissed him. Slow and tender, like you had all the time in the world. Like you were trying to prove your words with every brush of your lips against his.

Remus melted instantly, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck as he kissed you back, his heart pounding so hard he was sure you could feel it. You shifted, pressing closer, your arms wrapping around him as if you never wanted to let go.

He let himself sink into it, let himself believe—just for a moment—that maybe, just maybe, he was allowed to have this. To have you.

When they finally pulled apart, you stayed close, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gazed up at him with so much love it made his chest ache.

"Do you believe me now?" You whispered.

Remus exhaled shakily, his thumb brushing over your cheek. He still wasn’t sure he deserved it, but looking at you now, at the sheer certainty in your eyes, he knew one thing for certain.

"I’m trying," he murmured.

You smiled, pressing one last lingering kiss to his lips. "Good. Because I’m not going anywhere."

And for the first time in a long, long while, Remus let himself believe that was true.

Returning favours.

The days passed, and Remus couldn’t help but notice how busy you had been lately. It wasn’t unusual for you to spend time in the hospital wing—you always loved helping Madam Pomfrey—but now, it was excessive. You would disappear for hours, only to reappear looking even more exhausted than before. When you weren’t in the hospital wing, you were in your dorm, completely absorbed in whatever you were working on, books scattered around you like a fortress.

And the strangest part? You weren’t telling him what you were up to.

Remus didn’t like to pry. He never pushed people to talk about things they weren’t ready to share. You hadn’t pushed him when you first found out about his condition, hadn’t demanded answers or treated him any differently. You had just stayed—and he would do the same for you.

Still, he couldn’t ignore the exhaustion in your eyes.

Remus had caught you dozing off during class more than once, your head resting on your folded arms. You had been asking him strange, specific questions lately, too.

“So… when you transform, do you still recognize people?”

Remus had blinked at you. “No. Not at all. Why?”

You had shrugged, writing something down in your notes. “Just curious.”

Another time:

“Do you think—hypothetically—a potion could help you keep your mind during the full moon?”

Remus had tilted his head. “Hypothetically?”

“Yeah.”

He had chuckled. “Hypothetically, maybe… but there’s never been a potion like that.”

You had hummed thoughtfully, scribbling more notes.

Remus wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were up to something. But if you wanted to tell him, you would.

You weren’t sleeping. You weren’t eating properly. You were so caught up in whatever you were doing that you were completely neglecting yourself.

It reminded him of how you took care of him after every full moon—staying up all night, watching over him, tending to his wounds. But now, you were the one who needed looking after.

And Remus wasn’t about to let you fall apart.

He found you in the common room late that evening, curled up in the corner of the couch, a book open on your lap. You were trying to study, but your head kept dipping forward, your eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again.

Remus sighed, sitting down beside you. “Dove.”

You hummed absentmindedly, not looking up. “Mm?”

“You’re exhausted.”

“I’m fine.”

Remus reached forward, gently shutting the book in your lap. “No, you’re not.”

You finally looked at him, your lips parting as if you were about to protest. But you saw the concern in his eyes—the way he was watching you so carefully, so gently—and you let out a small sigh instead. “I just have a lot to do.”

“You always have a lot to do,” Remus said softly. “But you can’t pour from an empty cup, love.”

You blinked at the pet name, a small smile tugging at your lips. “That’s a very poetic way of telling me I look like death.”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t look like death. But you do look like you’re about to pass out, and I’m not going to just sit here and watch it happen.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “I can’t rest yet, Remus. I still need to—”

“You need to sleep.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted, shifting closer. “Come here.”

You hesitated for a moment before Remus reached out, gently tugging you towards him. You let out a small huff, but you didn’t resist, letting yourself be pulled into his arms.

Remus adjusted you so that you were nestled against his chest, your legs draped over his lap. His hand came up to the back of your head, fingers weaving into your hair as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“There,” he murmured. “That’s better.”

You let out a small sigh, your body slowly relaxing against his. “…You’re being very affectionate today.”

Remus hummed. “You always take care of me, darling. Let me take care of you for once.”

You smiled softly, burying your face against his neck. “I like when you’re like this.”

“Like what?”

“Soft.”

Remus huffed a quiet laugh, resting his chin on top of your head. “I’m always soft with you.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “It’s nice.”

You sat in comfortable silence for a while, Remus rubbing small circles on your back. He could feel your breathing even out, your body sinking further into his hold.

“Dove?” he murmured after a while.

“Mhm?”

“You haven’t eaten much today either.”

You groaned. “Remus—”

“No arguing,” he cut in, a teasing lilt in his voice. “If you’re going to be this stubborn, I’ll just have to feed you myself.”

You snorted. “I’d love to see you try.”

Remus smirked. “Don’t tempt me.”

You lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your eyes soft but amused. “You really care, huh?”

Remus brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “Of course, I do.”

Something flickered in your eyes at that, and your leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Remus melted. He always did.

You let out a content sigh, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest. “Alright, alright. I’ll eat something. And I’ll sleep.”

Remus grinned. “Good girl.”

You swatted his arm playfully, but you were smiling.

And as Remus held you close, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing, he felt something settle inside of him—something warm, something safe.

Maybe he had spent so much of his life believing that he didn’t deserve this kind of tenderness. But with you in his arms, he was beginning to think that maybe… just maybe… he did.

—— 🌙 ——

A note from the author:

Hello lovelies!

They are finally being a disgustingly cute couple!

A little spoiler for the next chapter: It's gonna be Remus' turn to take care of her as much as she took care of him!

Did you notice that she is brewing a Wolfsbane potion? It is a very difficult one, and she's doing it all for him!

Hope you guys are liking it! Each of your comments makes me smile. 🤍

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