#older!remus lupin

[sunflowerabyss]

Hi!! Omg i just discovered your stories and i LOVE them!! There's not enough fics about older remus, i love that you write for him🙌🏼 so i have a request: Could you write something with Older remus and younger reader who is Severus's little sister? (Like maybe Tonks age). Where they met at the Order but him and Sirius don't trust her at first because she dresses in all black (very typical witchy aesthetic, just like Severus) and has a serious resting face so she doesn't look very friendly... but then he realizes she's actually shy and sweet and bubbly.

Idk, that's the general idea i have, you'll have to see how to make them end up together🤭 Btw, if you don't like the idea don't worry! Just ignore it😁

Dances in the Dark

Pairings: Older!Remus Lupin x Fem!Younger!Reader

A/N: Awww, first off, thank you for your kind words! I love older Remus and feel like he doesn't get the recognition he deserves. I hope I lived up to your expectations, it was a fun write!

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 25), Fluff

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As Severus Snape's younger sister, you were a study in contrasts. At twenty-five, your age belied the depth of experience etched onto your features. Growing up in the shadow of your elder brother's reputation had forged you into a resilient and independent witch. The Snape bloodline ran thick with a unique blend of brilliance and tenacity, traits that manifested in both Severus and yourself.

Your magical abilities exceeded those of many your age, a fact that had earned you a place within the Order of the Phoenix. The decision to allow you to join the ranks was met with skepticism, especially from Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

It was this very similarity that triggered distrust among some Order members. Remus and Sirius, in particular, eyed you warily, wary of potential deception or hidden agendas.

The first time Remus Lupin laid eyes on you, he couldn't help but draw parallels between your demeanor and that of your older brother. Dressed in all black, your attire mirrored Severus's signature aesthetic, and your serious resting face painted you in the same guarded hues. You exuded an aura of stern determination, an exterior that echoed the standoffish nature associated with the Snape name.

Sirius Black, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist making a snarky comment. As they stood in the corridor outside the meeting room, Sirius leaned in, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Did you notice, Remus? Little Miss Snape over there is like a mini Snivellus. Same brooding aesthetic, same unimpressed face. Bet she's got a cauldron of bat spleens hidden in that black dress of hers."

Remus shot Sirius a disapproving glance, his eyes narrowing. "Sirius, she's here to help. Let's not jump to conclusions quite yet."

Sirius chuckled, undeterred by Remus's disapproval. "Right you are, Moony. But a Snape is a Snape, and you know how much I trust them."

Remus sighed, realizing that getting Sirius to see past his biases would be a battle of its own. Truth is though, Remus isn't sure if he can trust you either. Sure, Severus helped him brew Wolfsbane, but that was under Dumbledore's order. Remus still wouldn't trust him as far as he can throw him.

As the meeting progressed, Remus couldn't help but keep a watchful eye on you. The air thickened with tension, and the wariness in the room mirrored the doubt that clung to you.

He observed from a distance, noting the way you isolated yourself, much like Severus. Yet, amidst the stoicism, there were subtle moments that caught his attention--a fleeting smile, a quiet chuckle at a fellow member's joke. These small glimpses contradicted the Snape facade, hinting at a more complex persona beneath the surface.

After the meeting concluded, Remus decided to approach, determined to unravel the mystery behind your Severus-esque facade.

"Severus's sister, right?" Remus inquired, his voice a blend of curiosity and caution. You met his gaze, and the intensity in your eyes surprised him. It was a gaze that held secrets, a silent challenge.

"Yes. Y/N," you replied, your tone measured.

"It's good to have you here with the Order."

"It's good to be with the Order."

Remus nodded, though uncertainty lingered. Over the following weeks, he observed you from a distance, noticing your tendency to retreat into the shadows, engrossed in books and spellwork.

Remus eventually found himself enchanted by the subtle charms of you. As you immersed yourself in the world of books, Remus couldn't help but notice the endearing quirks that made you all the more captivating. The gentle kick of your feet, an unconscious expression of joy, as you delved into the pages of a captivating novel added a playful touch to your serious demeanor. During spellwork, your movements were a graceful dance of magic, revealing a finesse and dedication that spoke volumes about your skill. In moments of solitude, Remus caught the soft chuckle you tried to stifle at the humor within the pages of a book or the unexpected outcome of a spell. The quiet library echoed with the delighted squeal that escaped your lips when you ventured into the realm of romance novels, a momentary lapse into unabashed joy. Your serious exterior slowly cracked, revealing a shy and sweet nature that few took the time to uncover.

Every night at Grimmauld Place was draped in an uneasy stillness, and the weight of the impending war pressed heavily on your shoulders. Unable to find sleep, you found refuge in the dimly lit library, the soft glow of candles flickering in tandem with the music streaming quietly through an old record player. Your fingers traced the edges of an old book as lyrics danced in your ears, a desperate attempt to find tranquility in the chaos.

Remus, too, roamed the halls restlessly, unable to succumb to the embrace of sleep. The subtle melody of muggle music drew him toward the library, and as he entered, he discovered you immersed in the world of both literature and music. The sight was enchanting--you, surrounded by the soft glow, lost in the rhythm of the night.

A gentle clearing of his throat alerted you to Remus's presence. Startled, you turned around, a sheepish smile playing on your lips. "Sorry if I woke you up," you apologized, the sincerity in your voice echoing in the quiet room.

Remus shook his head, a small smile forming. "No need to apologize. I was already awake. Mind if I join you?"

A nod of agreement passed between you, and Remus took a seat across from you. The awkward tension that had lingered in the air seemed to dissipate as he asked, "What keeps you up at this hour?"

You sighed, your eyes reflecting the weariness that clung to your soul. "Just trying to find some peace amidst the chaos, I guess."

Remus understood, a shared sentiment etched on his features. "I feel the same. The world outside these walls is anything but quiet."

The conversation flowed naturally as you both discussed the music, finding common ground in the tunes that resonated with you. The library transformed into a haven where the war seemed distant, if only for a moment. As one song faded into another, a daring thought crossed your mind.

"Would you like to dance?" you asked, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Remus blinked in surprise, his expression softening. "Dance? Here?"

A mischievous grin tugged at your lips as you stood, offering your hand. "Why not? Sometimes, we need a little escape, don't we?"

Remus hesitated for a moment before accepting your hand, rising to his feet. The room became a canvas for an impromptu dance, the soft music wrapping around you like a protective cloak. In the quiet elegance of the moment, you spoke words that had lingered unspoken.

"I know my presence brings uncertainty, given Severus's reputation," you confessed, eyes searching Remus's for understanding.

He nodded, his movements mirroring yours in the dance. "It did, at first."

The admission hung in the air, but instead of casting a shadow, it became a bridge between you. Remus continued, "But I've come to see the person behind the name, the one who finds comfort in the quiet of the night, just like me."

In the midst of the war's cacophony, you and Remus found a moment of respite, a connection forged in the gentle sway of a library dance. As the mellow notes of the music enveloped the dimly lit library, you found yourself in a moment of quiet intimacy with Remus. The dance had woven a delicate connection between you, as Remus' arms encircled you, holding you close.

Feeling a surge of courage, you rested your head against Remus's chest, finding solace in the rhythmic cadence of his heartbeat. It thudded beneath your ear, a rapid tempo that betrayed a subtle undercurrent of nerves. The music continued, its gentle melody seemingly synchronized with the quickened beats of Remus's heart. Remus tightened his embrace.

The library, with its flickering candles and ancient tomes, became a sanctuary where the chaos of war retreated, leaving only two hearts finding each other.

Unbeknownst to you both, Sirius stood in the shadows, a silent observer of the scene unfolding before him. His eyes, typically sharp and filled with mischief, softened as he witnessed the unspoken bond between Remus and Severus Snape's sister. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a rare moment of warmth and understanding. As he quietly retreated back to his room, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. Severus is gonna be so mad.

#remus lupin #remus x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #older!remus lupin #older!remus lupin x reader #older!remus lupin x you #older!remus lupin x y/n #sirius black #severus snape

[blackdog-ss]

Rip remus lupin, you would have loved being a 64 year old grumpy man that wore the ugliest sweaters and peeled oranges perfectly.

#remus lupin #marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #happy birthday #remuslupinoldmanera #HE DIED SO YOUNG #older daddy #1960s #david bowie #harry potter #im dying

[ginevrapng]

imagine spending months flirting with remus and he reciprocates but there is a slight age gap, not big enough for you to even think about or other people to think about but he overthinks it and worries he's too old for you, that you're 'wasting your youth' and you should be 'spending time with people your own age'. obviously you think it's rubbish but the thing about remus is he can be hypocritical, he says all this stuff but flirts with you anyway, it's very confusing.

one day he just snaps at you, you've been spending the night at 12 grimmauld place and everyone else has gone to bed, it's just you two and you flirt a bit, no more than usual and that's what shocks you so much at his outburst. "I'm not your boyfriend," he says coldly, in a tone that you've never heard him use directed at you before.

a shiver runs down your spine and you feel like all the warmth leave your body, you hated the way he just talked to you, dismissed you like that. after a moments silence you reply to him quietly, "i never thought you were."

"i never said it was your mistake," he mumbles back softer than before. he gets up from his chair and leaves the room without saying another word.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader angst #THIS IS ANGSTY OH MY GOD. I NEVER THOUGHT I'D WRITE ANGST #marauders x reader #marauders angst #marauders x reader angst #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #older remus lupin x reader #♡ mine / writing #♡ remus #remus lupin angst #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #hp x reader angst #harry potter x reader angst #remus lupin fic #this is kind of a quote from doctor who btw <3 why not combine two british staples that i adore

[slytherweasley]

Crushing (dbf!wolfstar x reader)

Warnings: age gap (legal), kissing, nipple play, mentions scars, oral (f&m giving/receiving), penetration, fingering, unprotected sex, female reader

Summary: James Potter’s oldest child comes back to England to help her brother with the war. Y/n stays at Grimmauld place with her late father’s best friends but she can’t get over her feelings for them.

You hadn’t seen any of your family or father’s friends since you were a child. After your parents died you were separated from your brother and sent to a kind family in France who were willing to hide you until you were of age.

Last year you became of age and this year you decided to move back to help your brother who you hadn’t seen in years but you never stopped contacting him. Over the past few weeks you’d met so many people who had been desperate to meet you. You immediately had a lot of involvement in the order since you were the closest thing to a parent to your younger brother.

You’d met Sirius Black and Remus Lupin for the first time, you’d heard so much about them, seen many pictures and yet you’d never expected to meet two more handsome men in your life. Their charm makes you blush every time.

“You look just like your parents, I can’t believe I didn’t instantly recognise you” Remus says his hand brushing your cheek. When you first met the two men they were confused by your presence, Molly Weasley explained you are James and Lily’s daughter. “You’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, at first we were just stunned by your beauty” Sirius says making your cheeks turn red. Sirius was kind enough to let you stay with him and Remus at Grimmauld place instead of cooped up at the Weasley’s burrow.

Your room is across from Remus and Sirius’ room each time you walk past it, you have the urge to knock on the door and crawl into bed with them. You know you would never considering you just met them and it’s probably wrong for you to want to get into bed with your dead father’s best friends.

But the more you get to know them the more you long for them. They treat you like a princess, you don’t have to lift a finger, something as simple as taking your plate to the sink is too much. Not to mention the pet names that make your heart pound and pussy wet. They are very affectionate with you, there were many instances where things have gotten so touchy you had to stop yourself from leaning in to kiss them.

After dinner the two men meet you in the living room with a bottle of expensive alcohol.

“I just want to thank you for letting me stay in your home, everyone has been so welcoming and I really enjoy spending time with you two” “it is no trouble darling” Sirius’ lips brush against your cheek and then he presses a kiss to it. “Oh god” you sigh “something wrong, baby?” Remus asks rubbing your thigh when noticing your change in expression. “When you guys touch me it’s hard not to kiss you” “then don’t try to resist” Remus says his face getting closer to yours but you go in for the kiss.

As you’re kissing Remus, Sirius’ hands are on your waist and kissing your neck, Remus pulls you onto his lap. You pull away to kiss Sirius, his hands move to your hair pulling it the way you like it. You feel Remus’ erection growing underneath you “Let’s go to our room, it will be much comfier” Remus picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist.

Remus gently places you on the bed and the two men help you undress you down to your underwear. You so desperately want to see them naked. You kneel on the bed and help Remus out of his shirt, you notice the scars you find them very attractive but make an effort to only glance at them once since you’d heard he’s quite insecure about his transformation.

Meanwhile, Sirius is already shirtless and kissing you again. Both men now had painful erections, you found it kind of hot that you’d only snogged and they were so aroused, you weren’t one to judge you were wet the moment you laid eyes on them.

You pull away briefly and Remus plays with the straps on your bra letting them fall and unclasps your bra letting your breasts fall. “Oh darling, look at those perky things” Sirius wastes no time in taking one into his mouth, Remus follows suit placing kisses on your boob and flicking your nipples with his tongue.

Sirius kisses down your stomach while Remus pays close attention to your sensitive nipples, he begins nibbling on them making you groan and throw your head back. At the same time, Sirius pulls your underwear down and spreads your legs letting out a groan at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Prettier than I imagined” Sirius says running a finger through your folds making you whimper, he puts his finger to his mouth sucking on it “God, you taste so good.”

Sirius’ head moves between your legs kissing up your thighs and taking the time to suck on your upper thighs causing you to squirm. Suddenly, he dives into your pussy making you let out a loud moan, his tongue works your clit and finger slides inside you.

Remus kisses your lips again before standing beside the bed and undoing his pants, you help him with his underwear pulling it down to reveal his big aching cock. “Fucking hell” you groan and take him into your mouth, you found it hard to take him all the way as you kept choking. Sirius takes a breath and watches you choking on Remus’ cock.

“Just wait until he’s inside you, darling you’re going to be so full” Sirius says.

You taste the precum on your tongue the taste fuelling you to take him as far as you can without gagging until you choke. “Feels amazing darling, keep going.”

Sirius has multiple fingers deep inside you bringing you close to your orgasm. “That’s it Princess, squeeze around my fingers, let it go” you take your mouth off Remus’ dick letting yourself ride your orgasm.

Remus flips you around while you’re still recovering. Remus takes you from the back slowly sliding inside you “Fuck” he lets out a long groan “so fuckin’ wet” he mutters and begins pounding into you. Sirius tugs his pants and underwear down pumping himself at the sight of the both of you.

“Siri, lemme suck your cock” you say breathless, Sirius guides his cock to your mouth. Each moan vibrates through Sirius’ sensitive cock “oh princess, I’m going to cum if you keep going.”

Remus rubs your clit with his free hand and you get closer, “Fuck I’m close” Remus says as you find yourself squeezing around his cock. Remus finishes inside you and you almost collapse after finishing so hard. Remus holds you up and Sirius pulls out of your mouth. “Did so well my darling girl” Remus says.

Sirius sits in the middle of the bed stroking his cock. You and Remus make your way over to him and suck him off together. “Fuck” Sirius groans as you and Remus lick from base to tip and suck on his tip. You kiss down his cock and take his balls into your mouth while Remus takes him in his mouth.

“So close” Sirius throws his head back moaning until Remus pulls out “Cum on her tongue” he says and Sirius kneels in front of you stroking his cock until he eventually finishes and you swallow his cum.

You were so incredibly tired, you lay beside the two boys in their bed as they take care of you, cleaning you up. “Oh Darling, look at you” Remus kisses your forehead “It’s okay, go to sleep, honey” Sirius rubs your back and shoulders placing lots of kisses to your skin as you drift off to sleep.

#harry potter #hp imagine #smut #wolfstar x you #wolfstar x y/n #wolfstar angst #wolfstar x reader #wolfstar #wolfstar smut #older wolfstar x reader #wolfstar x reader smut #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar x female reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fic #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader x sirius black #remus lupin smut #sirius black smut #sirius black x remus lupin #sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader x remus lupin #wolfstar imagine #wolfstar oneshot #older!​sirius black x reader #older!remus lupin x reader #dbf!wolfstar x reader #dbf!wolfstar

[justagirlwholikesadam]

His Sweet Girl

Summary: You're Professor Remus Lupin's sweet girl.

Warning: NSFW, Anal, kissing, older man and younger woman. everyone is of age.

A/N: Happy Xmas! -L

Word Count: 1.1k

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You’re his special girl. His good girl, his only girl, he tells you as he kisses you. It’s been a few hours since he had seen you and he couldn't get enough. 

Remus couldn't get enough and so did Moony. 

He was practically salivating at the sight of you below him. His heart fluttered when you looked up at him in this position. You're naked and sitting on his chair. He had conjured the wooden chair to grow bigger so you can lean back and lift your legs, holding them as best you can close to your chest. 

You look up at him with puppy dog eyes, he can see your eyes were watery after you had tried to swallow his cock whole. His cock was too big for you but you always managed to get every part of him just like a good slut.

He wants to be naked too but he can’t. Both of you are in his classroom and even though he had cast a locking spell on the door. He still fears that someone will come inside and witness the sight of you and him. It’s so taboo but he can't stop. You are his, plain and simple. Moony has dug his fangs of lust into you and so has Remus. 

It was only one more month before your graduation so you decided to tell him that you wanted to do something so he can remember you when you leave. He had taken you, you were bent over his desk. He had growled as you thrusted back trying to keep up his pace. He nibbles and kisses your neck, feeling the scar of his bite mark on you.  

He comes inside of you and leans down to catch your waiting lips. You moan as you taste the milk chocolate on his tongue, a sweet you had gifted him before fucking him. He pulls away and leans his sweaty forehead against yours, enjoying the dopamine running through his system. He lets out a whine when you clench around him. You smiled when you felt he was still hard. 

“Professor, please fuck my ass.” Remus pulls away and looks down at you with excitement in his eyes. Both of you had spoken about this before, the act has never been done but Remus would stick a finger or his thumb in your tight hole when he’s fucking you or eating you out.

When Remus was taking his sweet time to answer. You spoke again, “Moony, please fuck my ass.” 

His childhood nickname came out of your mouth and that was all he needed. You knew about Moony and you had welcomed him, completely. With no judgment and with no fear only with love and compassion. 

Now, with your legs pressed to your chest, your cunt is on full display. He can see his white creamy and thick cum slowly dripping out of your hole, he grabs his cock and uses his cum to rub your asshole. He notices your face, you're biting your bottom lip as you look at what he is doing

“My pretty girl.” He says before kissing you quickly on the lips. “If it gets too much. You tell me.” 

You nod at him, he looks down at you with hooded eyes, his lips are parted as he breathes heavy. His chest is rising up and down, you reach out for his tie that was under his dark brown cardigan. You pulled him towards your face. 

He kissed you softly, enjoying your lips on him. You moan in his mouth when you feel the head of his cock against your ass. 

“Fuck!” You cry out, pulling away from the kiss as you look down to see himself thrusting inside your ass. 

“Remus.” You hissed as he pulled back a bit. He feels his ears ringing when he thrust in again. Your ass is so tight, he grabs the arm handles from the chair. The wood groans under his grip as he tries to control himself. 

“You’re so beautiful like this.” You look up and see him staring at you. His eyes are dark and you can see the moonlight from the window of his classroom light up his handsome scared face. 

“You’re beautiful, my Moony.” Your voice is soft and he groans as you clench your ass around his cock. 

Remus curses as he leans down to kiss you. He takes advantage of it and begins to thrust into you. The chair creaked as he quickened his pace. He drowns your moans in his mouth. He pulls away when he notices you began to go cross eyes, he feels your hand moving and he looks down to see you rubbing your clit as he fucks your ass. 

“Oh, love.” He moans at the sight. There’s a smile on your face as you roll your eyes with the pleasure taking over you. 

He sees your fingers going in and out of your pussy, using his cum to rub your clit. Remus feels he's about to cum, his balls are tightening up. Sweat is dripping down his back, the cardigan he wore is making him sweat more. 

His pants, the crotch area is completely soaked with your juices. You are absolutely wet by his cock in your ass. Your tits are bouncing from the harsh thrusts. 

He moans your name and you notice him biting his bottom lip, his brows are knitted together. His hair that was once brushed back is now flopping in front of his face. Remus wants to make you cum first. 

“Keep rubbing that clit.” He tells you and you obey, quickly rubbing on your throbbing clit. 

Remus removes one hand from the arm rest and grabs your throat. You squeal in the excitement as your eyes grow wide. He gives your neck a gentle squeeze as he grunts. 

“Rem-re- I’m going to cum.” You cry out as you stop touching yourself and grab a hold on his arm. Your cunt is clenching around nothing when you hear him growl. 

“Cum in my ass. Please. Please.” Remus moans when he feels you tremble when you cum. A high pitched moan filled the classroom as he pushed his cock to the hilt of your ass. You feel the cold metal of the buckle of his belt hit your clit and your mouth dropped open.

Remus groans as he fills your ass with his cum. You breathe heavily when he releases his hold from your neck. Your eyes are shut as you enjoy this feeling. The feeling of being fucked by your sweet werewolf professor.

He calls your name softly making you open your eyes and look up. He winces when he pulls out of you, he curses under his breath when he sees your hole gaping. 

“My sweet girl.” He says as he leans down to kiss you again. Softly, he slips your tongue in your mouth as you cup his face. You rubbed your thumbs over the scars on his cheek as you kissed him. 

Remus pulls away to breathe. He pushes the hair from your sweaty face.  He smiles bright as he stares at you. 

#harry potter fandom #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #older man younger woman #remus lupin is hot #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n

[wolfstargazer]

When Sirius cannot sleep, which is more often than he would like, Remus says nothing, takes Sirius' hand in his, and places it upon his chest so he can feel Remus' heart beating there.

#mauraders #wolfstar #remus lupin #the marauders #remus x sirius #marauders era #sirius black #dead gay wizards #wolfstargazer headcanon #wolfstar headcanon #twenty years of little thoughts and quirks #older wolfstar #the images that whir around my head that i cannot shake

[swiftiereg]

My little Brother just called me and to tell that he watched Prisoner of Azkaban for the very first time and he ships Wolfstar. My job as an older sister is done.

#im so proud #marauders #wolfstar #prisoner of azkaban #sirius black #remus lupin #harry potter #older sister #james potter #peter pettigrew #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban

[sunflowerxthoughts]

ummm, Remus Lupin being a girl's girl and indulging in all kinds of gossip w the reader and advising her wrt friends and stuff maybe? maybe he's a lil older to her too if that's okay

It’s not weird to find Remus Lupin in a girl’s night. He’d found it was a very healthy enviroment and the facemasks made him feel better. Plus, he got to see you in your natural habitat.

“Lils, you should really tell him babe. Right Remmy?” You say, putting some oil in his hands and nails.

“Listen, in all of the years I’ve known James, I have never seen as smitten as he is with you.”

“Yeah but-“

“No no, remember when Frank and Alice first got together?”

“My god what a mess that was” Marlene comments sipping on her tea.

“Yeah well Pads didn’t mean to- well that’s not the point. I vivdly remember James asking Frank all about how to impress a girl. So just tell him you want a future with him. If he doesn’t implode, he’ll run to get you a ring.”

“When are you getting me a ring, old man?”

“Control the missus, Rem!” Dorcas laughs and they all join.

If you only knew, he already had it.

#remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x reader #older!remus lupin x reader

[sliebman10]

Lover

Sirius climbed into Remus’s lap, wearing the boxers with the lurid red hearts on them that they’d bought for each other as a joke. He somehow still managed to make them look sexy. Not that Remus was biased or anything after all this time. 

Remus watched him as he settled on top of Remus like a blanket and grinned up at him mischievously. He shifted, spreading his legs a little and moving his head to the side, opening himself to whatever Sirius had in mind.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, lover,” Sirius whispered in his ear, biting him as he did so. 

Remus drew his breath in sharply and put the book he was reading on the bedside table, laying his reading glasses on top of it.

“Lover?” he said, raising his eyebrow as he ran his hand through Sirius’s amazingly still thick hair. 

“What would you prefer, Moonshadow? Partner? Husband? Boy toy?” Sirius purred, punctuating each question with a kiss.

“All of the above…though I think I’m too old for ‘boy toy.’”

“Haha, never,” Sirius said, pressing himself against Remus and wrapping his arms around him. 

“Boy toy it is, then,” Remus said with a laugh as he purposely tangled their legs together, and returned Sirius’s hungry kisses.

Word count: 207

@wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar microfic #older wolfstar

[mymiraclealigner]

If you didn't know me like you do | Professor!Remus Lupin x reader

summary: Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break

tw: smut (+18), thigh riding, implicit legal age gap.

word count: 2,845

Grimmauld Place held a warm light at Christmas time. Everyone from the Order was gathered between the tall, wallpapered, rotted walls of the ancient house, filling it with tender laughs and chatter while exchanging presents and hot mulled wine.

This year, Y/n’s parents decided to spend the cold months of December and January in a tropical wonder, leaving her in the care of the famous Weasley family. They were lifelong friends of her parents and, even though she was a bit older than the twins and didn’t really spend time with them —besides at parties—, she got along with the ginger clan.

That's how the witch found herself beating Harry and Ron in exploding snap, pranking the old thief Mundungus with the twins, and having long and fun sleepovers with Ginny and Hermione some nights of the Christmas break. Professors were also around, and some were more approachable than others: Severus left pretty clear he didn’t want to be bothered, but Minerva was open to answering questions about the holiday assignments, and Hagrid had no problem advancing the topics he would teach after the break either.

There was also Remus, but he was something more than an academic figure. He was not only there willing to give Y/n book recommendations and suggest grammatical corrections in her final-year essays. He was also there lifting her spirit with bad jokes after Order reunions, asking her if she wanted more butterbeer with his eyes at the dinner table, and listening to her ramble about her dreams and aspirations late at night with a cold cup of tea in one of his hands —the other, barely grazing her pinky.

Remus and Y/n had created an inexplicable bond between them that had formed based on similar interests and sexual tension disguised as genuine concern for each other.

Each one had their problems: Remus was still affected by his deployment in Hogwarts, the transformations were tougher each month, and living again with his best friend was not as fun as he remembered: Sirius came back with a lot of tattoos, resentment towards Remus for believing the lies and an underlying sentiment of guilt for what happened to the Potters. Y/n was dealing with the stress of facing the OWLs and the working life, a brewing war that blinded her vision for the future and threatened her hopes of a normal life, and the imminent feeling of abandonment that her absent parents put in her chest.

They managed to find comfort in each other and they casually started spending more time together very quietly, very subtly. No one read Y/n's expressions like Remus, and no one felt Remus' words as Y/n did; so they started to have conversations in secluded places of the creaking house, where not even the portraits could listen.

Of course, those conversations were filled with listening ears and understanding nods, but also with thirsty lips and fidgety hands. It might have been difficult for the others to spot the magnetic chemistry between them, but it was crystal clear for anyone who would stop to analyze the shine in their eyes when they hung into each other's words.

The young witch had never felt a stronger knot create in her lower belly every time Remus brushed her hip to pass to the other side of the hall, or a hotter blush grow in her cheeks when he rolled up the sleeves of his dressing shirt to reveal strong scarred arms.

He was also down bad, even if he tried to hide it. He had managed to perfect the crossing legs method to hide his erection from his ex-student, and sometimes he couldn't correct the direction of his eyes, which always diverted to the curviness of her hips or the brown spot on her neck.

She secretly found his admiration for her body hilarious; even if he didn't make it obvious, she could see the delicate way he contemplated her moving arms and hair, and her moving lips the most. She loved to be appreciated with that devotion, she had never felt that before.

One cold night, after what Y/n perceived was a stressful Order meeting, they sat on the comfortable, almost broken sofa in front of the library's fireplace. The flames exuded a warmth that made the witch remove her woolen sweater and Remus was finding it hard not to succumb to his desire to caress her tanned collarbone.

The bitter green tea and thoughtful state of mind sparked a pessimist conversation that included Nietzsche quotations and laments about the world and the terrible situation witches and wizards of England were in with the shadow of the Dark Lord stalking the safety of people.

That obscure life beyond the comforting room seemed pointless to go through for a second. So many horrors and injustices were occurring around her in that moment, and Y/n's awareness immersed her imagination in despicable hypotheticals that involved her tortured body, and Remus' body too, who was sitting a few meters away from her.

"Sometimes I wish we weren't real," she sighed and propped her head on the back of the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I wish we didn't exist, that we weren't known. That we weren't even born."

"I understand why you wouldn't want yourself to exist, I have had that feeling myself before, believe me. My question is more why you want to drag me with you to non-existence?"

Remus laughed a bit, he would always be surprised by her interesting thoughts. She had a way of seeing the world he couldn't grasp and that kept him on a fun, uneasy expectation.

Y/n was relieved to see that the werewolf had moved the conversation somewhere else, where she wouldn't have to think about the darkness of the world around them.

"Because I don't think there would be a you without me," Remus' eyebrows went up. "Don't give me that look! I-I expressed myself badly… forget it."

Y/n felt her face flush and her eyes water; the one time she decided to be philosophically flirty she messed it all up. She thought she should have just sewn her mouth shut.

"No, none of that. Try to express what you meant," Remus came dangerously close to her, increasing the heavy feeling that burnt the witch's skin.

The girl sat down straight touching his thigh with hers and, after a long sigh, she answered.

"I meant that you wouldn't be the person you are or have the thoughts you've had if you hadn't met me the way you do," Y/n was nervously picking at the skin around her thumb, avoiding Remus' stare.

"What do you think I'd be like?"

"Miserable," she joked. Remus chuckled. "I just think you wouldn't ask yourself certain things."

"Things like what?" Remus brought his shaking hand up to put behind her ear a piece of hair that had fallen in the side of her face.

Suddenly the temperature in the library went up, but it wasn't because the fire in front of them burned more intensely. The reality of an awful world truly disappeared from Y/n's thoughts completely; the warm spot in her chest was speaking louder than pain.

"Like…" the girl silenced herself for a second, and then took a big breath to mutter the bravest thing: "whether to kiss me and disobey every rational voice in your head, or bring more tea to calm yourself down and avoid that thought."

A maddening silence stilled everything in the room; the particles of dust, the creaking wood and Y/n’s breathing stopped in time.

Remus turned around to check that the silver tea set was still resting in the small, fancy desk next to the window; if he were to reach it, he would have to get up and break the intimate bubble the two of them had entered.

"Yeah, you are right, I do ask myself that a lot. The kettle is too far, though."

The nervous girl turned around slowly fearing the possibility of her understanding. Their minds were close in thought, and he had unconsciously moved close to the point where she could feel Remus' breath in her cheek, and see a sparkle in his eyes.

"So, no tea this time?"

"No, not tonight I think," he whispered with a serious expression.

Burying his scarred hand behind her ear and into her hair, he brought his nose to her. He ignored the screams of his reason telling him to get away, and teased her opened lips by rubbing noses; she thought that that is how it must feel to kiss a ghost.

The impatient little whine that fell from her mouth gave Remus the final push to press his lips onto hers. She started moving them slowly, trying to mask her desperation for him and all thoughts erased from the werewolf's mind. There was nothing more in the universe than the sweet taste of that girl's mouth. His tongue gracefully licked hers, producing a twitch of her hips and she imitated the movement of his mouth, just like he had demonstrated.

She was eager for more and Remus could smell it. It was driving him insane, but he wanted to leave up to her whether his hand was worthy of something more than the touch of her shiny hair. Just like she had just read his mind, she pulled herself closer to him, squeezing his arm to signal a need for physical contact. Remus placed his hand behind her shoulder, moving her body towards his direction; and without any warning or precaution, Y/n turned herself to him, sitting on one of his thighs.

She separated slightly from him. His hands were now holding her waist in place and they could feel each other's breath from how close they remained. A silent conversation of whether this was real or not started. Their eyes weren't discussing the actual actions, but the tangible desire behind them and the not-so-innocent intentions.

While trying to assimilate that they both wanted this, Y/n started to rub herself against his thigh, searching for a pleasure only he could give her, she was sure. Remus squeezed her sides, trying to avoid the inevitable, and hopeful that she would notice he was not worthy of such pleasure. He closed his eyes, repeating to himself that he should not be enjoying this, that this was just a dream.

"Look at me, please," Y/n said slightly out of breath, Remus' eyes remained shut. "Come on, don't you think I'm pretty?"

Of course he thought she was pretty, and smart, and fun, and so many other things. But this was wrong; it was wrong not only the fact that he doubled her age, but that she deserved someone more capable of giving her love and attention. He was emotionally unavailable to shower her with love, and he wasn't going to be the one breaking her heart.

"Remus, do you not want this?" her hips halted, and his eyes opened immediately, "because I understand if you just think I'm too immature and inexperienced, a-"

"Of course I want this" the words flew straight out of his heart skipping his reason, but he didn't regret what he said.

Y/n didn't waste more time and rushed to grab his face to feel his lips on hers. Remus tightened his grip on her hips and forced himself to forget anything outside the library. In that precise moment, there was only he and Y/n, and his mind shouldn't get distracted from anything else. Nothing was more important than her right then and there.

Now Remus' arms were the ones guiding the movement of her hips back and forth. She bunched the fabric that covered his shoulders in her hands, trying to hide the moans to express her pleasure; the seam in her jeans had found her spot perfectly and the rubbing against Remus' strong thigh was stimulating her just the right way. Sweat started to emanate from her frown and her eyebrows moved up involuntarily, her panting was creating in Remus a hot feeling in his chest and he wanted to feel her warm cunt closer to his leg.

"Take off the jeans," her hands flew instantly to the button on the front, and Remus helped her take one leg out of her jeans so she wouldn't completely fall off his lap.

Remus appreciated how her simple light gray underwear clad to her hips. He followed the sewn end of the fabric with his fingers, from where her legs met her hip, through the middle of her buttocks, until her center. She was wet and the gray of her panties evidenced it blatantly. The werewolf rubbed his fingers on the wet spot before the witch forced herself to sit right on top of the evident bulge in his pants.

The girl started moving slowly again trying to stroke his cock with her middle effectively. Remus stiffened as a reaction to the pleasure he was receiving and that he craved for a very long time before. He was rock hard underneath her, and she took that as an advantage to rock herself against him with more intensity, making it difficult for the two of them to stay quiet.

Remus trespassed the fabric of her underwear and firmly grabbed her bottoms to get some control. The now panting girl searched Remus' lips to comfort herself because there was something forming in her stomach and in her chest stronger than anything she had felt before.

Yes, of course Y/n had touched herself before, in Grimmauld Place it had been difficult to find alone time, but the shower was always a good place of peace where she could visualize her previous DADA professor turning her over a desk and taking a firm hold of her hips. However, she had never really had an orgasm, she usually stopped when it'd get too good because her hands would start shaking and her legs would get some funny, unbearable ticklish feeling.

Her core started getting wetter and wetter and Remus couldn't hide his grunts; he imagined being inside her and his cock twitched embarrassingly.

He lowered his kisses to her chin, then her jaw leaving a sweet purple mark close to her ear. He continued going down, taking more time in that precious mole on her neck, until reaching the swell of her chest. He removed a hand from her moving bottoms and brought it up, with the intention of lowering the hem of her v-neck top.

When Remus started kissing and licking her nipples, Y/n held to his head and cuddled herself against him moving more desperately on him.

She was also imagining having him inside of her, close to his skin, without clothes between their bodies. She wondered what his chest looked like; maybe it was as scarred as his face, or maybe it was full of tattoos like Sirius'. What she knew with certainty was that it was hairy since some hair always peeked from the top of his shirt, and that it was very strong from the way he held her to him.

The werewolf's hips rose softly, following the girl's hip movements with a mouthful of her breast. Both him and her weren't containing their sights of pleasure and were just as close to climax.

Y/n grabbed a handful of Remus's slicked back hair to announce she couldn't bear much more of the pleasure, and he responded by bringing one hand to her hair to pull her close to his face. The closeness permitted them to look into each other's mouths with tired pants and a feral urge to crash lips.

"R-Rem, I think I-I," the witch could barely mutter a word, the divine sensation in her center started crawling up her back and arms, making them weak and wobbly as her voice.

"I know, love. Me too. Be a good girl and cum for me," he whispered, swallowing a moan from how good she felt on top of him.

Just before her legs gave up, an electrocuting sensation tickled her neck and stiffened her whole body. The witch came letting out a surprised little scream with her head buried in his shoulder; she had definitely never felt something like that.

“Good girl, yeah, good girl,” he panted as she rode him through her orgasm.

Remus welcomed all the weight of her body in his chest and, unannounced, came in his dressing pants from the lazy movements the girl was making on him to elongate her climax. He joined her ecstasy with satisfied little grunts and a fist holding her hair. Both entered a hazy, dreamy state where nothing could be bad and words were too complicated to pronounce.

The girl raised her head to meet Remus' eyes. He, ignoring the small circle of drool that she had left on his upper sleeve, gave her a smile and held her by the neck to kiss her sweet lips, certainly not for the last time.

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Order's Tension

Pairings: Older!Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Plot:

Warnings: Small angst, fluff

A/N: I adore Tonks, I really do. BUT I needed to use her as the plot. Please forgive me!

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As you step through the door of 12 Grimmauld Place, the air crackles with a mixture of tension and camaraderie. The dimly lit hallway is filled with the hushed voices of fellow members of the Order of the Phoenix. Your heart pounds with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as you take in the faces of the brave witches and wizards gathered for a common cause.

Spotting familiar faces, you exchange nods and greetings with the others. The room is alive with the energy of reunion, and you're pleasantly surprised to find yourself embraced by old friends and allies. Among them is your former professor, Remus Lupin, who looks up from a conversation and locks eyes with you. A warm smile crosses his face, and you feel a sense of comfort.

Determined to catch up with Remus, you navigate through the crowd, making your way to him. As you approach, a voice interrupts your thoughts. "Remus, darling!" Turning, you find Tonks rushing towards him, a vivacious energy surrounding her. She wraps her arms around him, and you can't help but feel a pang of annoyance. It seems Tonks is as attention-seeking as ever.

Suppressing your feelings, you take a seat across from Remus, who sends you a sympathetic look. "It's been too long," he says, genuine warmth in his voice. You smile back, cherishing the opportunity to reconnect with someone who had a profound impact on your life.

The meeting begins, and you find yourself engrossed in discussions about the dark times ahead. Remus contributes valuable insights, and you're reminded of why you admired him as a teacher. However, as the hours drag on, impatience builds within you, and you can't help but squirm in your seat.

Finally, Sirius Black, the host of the gathering, decides to adjourn the meeting. "It's late, and we've got a big day tomorrow. You're all welcome to stay the night." The offer hangs in the air, and you notice a few members excusing themselves. However, you, Remus, Tonks, and the Weasley couple decide to stay.

With a genuine offer to help, you approach Molly Weasley, who's bustling around preparing beds for the night. As you and Molly set up the sleeping arrangements, you steal glances at Remus, who is engaged in conversation with Tonks. She's practically hanging on his every word, and you can't help but roll your eyes discreetly.

The contrast between your earnest conversation with Molly and the playful interaction between Tonks and Remus is palpable. As the night wears on, you can't shake the feeling that Tonks is deliberately monopolizing Remus's attention. Despite the annoyance simmering within you, you maintain a pleasant demeanor, determined not to let it ruin the camaraderie of the Order of the Phoenix.

While you and Molly set up the beds, it becomes evident that Molly, with her keen observational skills, has picked up on the undercurrents in the room. She glances over at you, a knowing twinkle in her eyes as she tucks a strand of graying hair behind her ear.

"Oh dear, I couldn't help but notice Remus and Tonks. She seems to fancy him quite a lot," she says, her tone filled with slight mischief.

You pause for a moment, surprised by Molly's perceptiveness. "Oh, yeah, I noticed that too. I wonder how that happened," you reply with a casual smile, attempting to downplay the situation.

Molly, however, isn't easily fooled. She continues arranging pillows, her eyes narrowing playfully. "I doubt for very long. Remus is a good man, and you've always had a soft spot for him, haven't you?"

Blushing slightly, you nod, realizing that Molly sees more than you thought. "Yes, well, it's been a while since we've seen each other. But, it's not like that. We're just friends."

Molly raises an eyebrow. "Just friends, hm? Are you sure there's nothing you're not saying?"

You sigh. "Okay, fine. Maybe I'm a little jealous. It just seems like she's always trying to get his attention. It's rather annoying, if you ask me," you huff, crossing your arms.

"Ah, jealousy is a tricky emotion, especially when feelings are involved. But, dear, let me assure you, Remus is quite interested in you," Molly says understandingly.

"Really?" you ask, surprised

Molly smiles. "Yes, really. I've seen the way he looks at you, the way he's been trying to seek your company. Give it some time, dear. Things have a way of falling into place."

You smile wide before it falls again. "It's just been years since I've seen him. I haven't seen him since I left Hogwarts. I mean, between you and me, I've always had a wee crush on him. But he was my teacher. It's kind of taboo and all."

Molly nods understandingly. "I get that, I do. But you're not his student anymore. You're a young woman and well, you can't help who you love. What's ten years anyway?"

"Thanks, Molly. I appreciate your wisdom," you reply, a small smile forming on your face.

"It's what mothers do, my dear. Now, why don't you go and enjoy your time with Remus?" Molly says, patting your hand.

Grateful for your talk with Molly, you take a deep breath, determined to enjoy the camaraderie of the evening and not let the complicated dynamics distract you from the greater purpose that brought everyone together in the first place.

With Molly's wise words echoing in your mind, you join the others in the common room. The atmosphere is lively, filled with laughter and snippets of conversation. You decide to focus on the shared camaraderie and the bonds forged in the face of a common enemy.

As the night progresses, you find yourself engaged in conversations with Sirius and Arthur. Remus joins in, occasionally stealing glances in your direction. Tonks, on the other hand, seems to be oblivious to anything other than her playful banter with Sirius and the others. You can't help but appreciate Molly's advice as you navigate the delicate social dynamics.

You finally find time to exchange polite small talk with Remus. Tonks, however, seems to be on a mission to keep Remus's attention solely on her. As you catch her giving you a sly smirk, you decide to gracefully excuse yourself, claiming fatigue from the long day. With a polite nod, you make your way to your room and begin to prepare for bed.

Alone in the quiet room, you take a moment to collect your thoughts. Determined to stay focused on the task at hand, you make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

In the dimly lit kitchen, you find Remus, who has seemingly taken a moment to escape the chatter as well. He offers you a small smile, and you reciprocate, grateful for the chance to have a quiet moment away from the prying eyes.

"I appreciate your insights during the meeting," you say, striking up a conversation. "It's comforting to know we have experienced minds like yours on our side."

Remus nods, his eyes reflecting a mix of weariness and determination. "We're all in this together. It's important to share our knowledge and support each other."

The conversation flows naturally, and you find solace in Remus's company. The weight of the looming battle is temporarily lifted as you discuss memories, experiences, and the shared purpose that binds everyone in the Order of the Phoenix.

As you return to your room, Remus follows suit, the soft glow of the dimly lit corridor casting shadows on his tired but kind face. The air is filled with an unspoken tension, and you decide to break it with a light-hearted comment.

"So, what's the story with you and Tonks?" you ask, feigning casual curiosity. "You two seem quite… close."

Remus lets out a sigh, his expression briefly clouded. "Tonks can be a handful, to say the least. She means well, but sometimes she doesn't quite grasp the subtleties of a situation."

You raise an eyebrow, detecting a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Is that so? What subtleties are we talking about, Professor Lupin?"

He chuckles, running a hand through his graying hair. "Let's just say she has a way of being, well, persistent."

You decide to playfully tease him. "Persistent? Or is it that she finds no one else in the room more interesting than our dear Remus Lupin?"

A sly smile graces his lips, and he turns to face you. "Well, I can't deny that there's something captivating about the company I find myself in tonight."

You blush at the unexpected compliment, but quickly recover, deciding to steer the conversation in a lighter direction. "Is that your way of saying I'm saving you from Tonks's overzealous company?"

Remus laughs, a warm sound that fills the room. "Let's just say you're a welcome reprieve."

Emboldened by his response, you decide to be more direct. "Well, I must say, Professor Lupin, I always did find you quite handsome and charming."

Remus's eyes widen in surprise, and a faint blush creeps across his cheeks. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he replies with a playful twinkle in his eye.

The exchange lingers for a moment, and you find yourself caught between embarrassment and amusement. Remus, however, seems to be enjoying the banter. "You've grown bolder over the years, haven't you?" he teases.

Attempting to brush off your embarrassment, you give a shy smile. "Perhaps. But only when faced with particularly charming professors."

Remus laughs again, the sound echoing through the room. "Well, in that case, I'm honored to be the subject of your boldness."

The moment lingers, and for a brief instant, the complexities of the world outside the room fade away. In the quiet of Grimmauld Place, surrounded by the past and the uncertainties of the future, you share a genuine, lighthearted connection with Remus Lupin, finding peace in the midst of the storm.

The playful banter between you and Remus reaches a sweet crescendo, and as the laughter subsides, a moment of quiet intimacy hangs in the air. Without a word, you find yourselves drawn closer, the shared understanding and unspoken connection sparking between you. In the soft glow of the room, you can feel the warmth of Remus's presence.

As if guided by an invisible force, your lips meet in a stolen, gentle kiss—a whisper that speaks volumes. The world outside the room disappears for that fleeting moment, leaving only the soft exchange of affection between two souls who have weathered their own storms.

Breaking away, you both share a tender gaze, emotions dancing in the quiet spaces between you. Remus, with a faint smile on his lips, breaks the silence. "Goodnight," he murmurs, his voice carrying a mixture of gratitude and something more profound.

"Goodnight, Remus," you reply, a softness in your voice that reflects the newfound connection.

He bids you one last lingering look before retreating to his own room, leaving you with a heart that beats a little faster and a mind that swirls with the enchantment of the stolen kiss. As you settle into your bed, the echoes of the evening wrap around you, and you drift into a peaceful slumber, a sense of contentment settling in your heart amid the complexities of the Order of the Phoenix.

The early morning light filters through the dusty curtains of Grimmauld Place, casting a soft glow on the worn furniture and the quiet stillness that envelops the house. You find yourself awake before the rest of the Order, the remnants of last night's stolen kiss lingering in the recesses of your thoughts.

As you quietly make your way to the kitchen, the familiar creaks of the old floorboards echo through the silent corridors. The kitchen, though dimly lit, feels warm and inviting. You decide to prepare a simple breakfast and tea for everyone, a small gesture to foster a sense of unity among the diverse members of the Order.

Lost in the comforting routine of preparing food, you're absorbed in the task when you hear a soft, sleepy voice behind you. "Early riser, are we?"

Startled, you turn around to find Remus Lupin standing in the doorway, his tousled hair and tired eyes giving him a charming, disheveled appearance. He offers you a half-smile, the warmth in his gaze telling of the shared connection from the night before.

"I hope you don't mind," you say, returning the smile. "I thought a bit of breakfast might lift everyone's spirits before the day ahead."

Remus steps into the kitchen, the scent of brewing tea and the promise of a new day filling the air. "It's a thoughtful gesture," he remarks, watching you with appreciation. "Mind if I join you?"

"Of course not," you reply, motioning to a chair. "I was just making some tea. Sit down, I'll bring you a cup."

As you prepare a cup of tea for Remus, you notice the book you were reading the night before resting on the table. It seems he's caught sight of it as well. "Interesting choice of reading material," he comments with a curious glint in his eyes.

You chuckle, handing him the cup of tea. "I find comfort in the worlds of literature. Helps keep things in perspective, you know?"

Remus takes a sip, his eyes never leaving yours. "I couldn't agree more. Sometimes, a good book is the best company."

As you settle into a comfortable silence, you share a moment of quiet companionship. The kitchen becomes a sanctuary, a haven of connection and understanding amid the chaos of the outside world. The aroma of breakfast fills the air, and you continue to chat, the morning light weaving a tapestry of shared moments between you.

As the rest of the Order begins to stir, drawn by the scent of food and the promise of a new day, you and Remus exchange a knowing look—a silent acknowledgment of the connection that has blossomed between you.

The morning at unfolds with an unspoken understanding between you and Remus. Whether it's sharing glances across the table, exchanging quiet words, or simply being present in each other's company, the connection deepens with every passing moment. The chemistry is undeniable, and it doesn't go unnoticed, particularly by Tonks.

As you and Remus engage in conversation, Tonks's annoyance becomes increasingly apparent. Her eyes shoot daggers in your direction, and a tension simmers beneath the surface. Unable to contain her frustration any longer, she approaches you when Remus steps away for a moment.

"Couldn't help but notice you and Remus getting cozy," Tonks says, her tone edged with a mixture of irritation and thinly veiled jealousy.

Taken aback, you respond cautiously, "We're just friends, Tonks. What's wrong with that?"

Tonks scoffs, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "Friends? Right. You may be fooling him, but you're not fooling me. I've known him for years, and I can tell when he's interested."

A surge of frustration and anger rises within you. "Tonks, you and I are both too old for your assumptions. We have more pressing matters at hand."

Tonks narrows her eyes, unconvinced. "Don't play innocent. I've seen the way he looks at you. And I won't let you take him away from me."

You feel your patience waning, and you respond with a firm tone, "Tonks, you can't claim ownership over someone's feelings. Remus is his own person, and he can decide who he wants to be around. It's not a competition."

Tonks, however, remains defiant. "Well, maybe it should be. I won't let you come between us."

Your frustration boils over, and you reply, "Tonks, I won't participate in some petty rivalry. If Remus has feelings for you, let him decide. But I won't apologize for forming a genuine connection with someone. It's not a crime."

Before Tonks can retort, Remus returns to the room, sensing the tension. He looks between the two of you, concern furrowing his brow. "Is everything alright?"

Tonks shoots you one last glare before forcing a smile. "Just a friendly chat. Right, Y/N?"

You nod, a forced smile mirroring hers. "Just a chat."

Remus senses the lingering tension in the room as Tonks departs, and his gaze shifts between you and the door she just walked through. His brow furrows, a hint of concern in his eyes, as he takes a step closer to you.

"Everything okay?" he asks, his voice soft and filled with genuine worry.

You offer a reassuring smile, attempting to downplay the confrontation with Tonks. "Just a minor disagreement, nothing to worry about."

Remus nods, but there's a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He's well aware of Tonks's feelings, having navigated the delicate balance of their friendship for quite some time. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that has blossomed between you.

"I hope it didn't ruin your morning," Remus says, attempting to shift the focus away from the uncomfortable encounter.

You shake your head. "Not at all. Let's not let it overshadow the time we've spent catching up."

Remus offers a small, appreciative smile. "I couldn't agree more."

As the day unfolds, you and Remus continue to share moments of intimacy. Tonks keeps her distance, seemingly resigned but still casting glances your way. Remus, however, appears unfazed by the situation, choosing instead to focus on the genuine connection he feels with you.

Later that afternoon, as the activities of the day wind down, Remus seeks you out in a quieter corner of Grimmauld Place. The air is heavy with the weight of unspoken words, and Remus, with a contemplative expression, finally addresses the underlying tension.

"I need you to know that I've always been aware of Tonks's feelings," he admits, his gaze steady. "But I've tried to make it clear that I don't reciprocate those feelings. It's just… complicated."

You nod, understanding the complexities of the situation. "I don't want to complicate things for you, Remus. If you need space or if you want to address things with Tonks, I'll understand."

He appreciates your understanding, but there's a sincerity in his eyes that surprises you. "The truth is, I've always valued our friendship. Tonks is a dear friend, but I can't deny the feelings I feel for you."

Your heart skips a beat at his honesty, and you take a moment to process his words. "Remus, I don't want to come between you and your friendships. But I appreciate your honesty."

Remus reaches out to gently touch your arm, a reassuring gesture. "I've spent too long denying myself the chance for genuine connection. I won't let fear dictate my choices anymore, especially not now."

A few weeks of stolen glances and sweet kisses go by and the morning unfolds in the cozy chaos of the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. The aroma of breakfast fills the air as you and Remus share a quiet moment, lost in each other's company. Remus's arms encircle you, creating a sense of warmth and security that transcends the tumultuous world outside.

As you lean against the counter, sipping tea, Remus places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his touch a silent affirmation of the connection you share. The early morning light spills through the windows, casting a soft glow on the intimate tableau.

Unbeknownst to you, Tonks enters the kitchen, her hair still a vibrant shade of bubblegum pink. However, the moment she lays eyes on you and Remus, her face contorts with a mix of anger and frustration. In an instant, her hair morphs into a fiery shade of red, a clear reflection of her emotions.

Remus, ever perceptive, glances over his shoulder, catching Tonks's eye. The tension in the room becomes palpable as she glares at the two of you, her expression a mix of jealousy and resentment.

You exchange a knowing look with Remus, and he lets out a sigh, as if anticipating the storm that's about to brew. Tonks, unable to contain her emotions, finally speaks up with an edge in her voice.

"Well, this is cozy," she remarks, her eyes flickering between you and Remus. "Am I interrupting something?"

Remus, unfazed, releases a soft chuckle. "Just enjoying a quiet morning, Tonks. Care to join us?"

Her response is a sharp huff as she crosses her arms, clearly dissatisfied with the casual dismissal. "Don't mind me. Enjoy your cozy morning."

As Tonks storms out of the kitchen, her hair remains a fiery red, reflecting the turmoil within. You exchange a glance with Remus, who gives you a wry smile, acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation.

"Jealousy doesn't suit her well," he whispers with a playful twinkle in his eye.

You stifle a giggle, appreciating the levity he brings to the moment. "She'll get over it eventually."

And with that, you and Remus continue your quiet morning, holding onto the stolen moments of intimacy that bring solace in the midst of the brewing storms—both internal and external. The complexities of love and connection within the Order of the Phoenix persist, but for now, you find comfort in each other's arms, dismissing the fleeting storm of Tonks's jealousy with a shared smile and a knowing glance.

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[bettercallwillow]

pairing: poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

summary: when you discover sirius hiding out in the shrieking shack, he and remus make sure you don’t say a word

warnings: dark!wolfstar, older!wolfstar, dub-con/cnc, smut, dom!remus, dom!sirius, rough sex, degrading, oral (m recieving), fingering, penetration, spitroasting

note: happy halloween! this is probably the darkest and filthiest thing i’ve written but i’ve been gone for a while so i might aswell come back with a bang. the ending is slightly rushed so i hope you don’t mind, enjoy!! (also if anybody’s confused about the plot, basically sirius actually did the crimes that he was accused of and remus is helping him while he’s on the run, so kinda deatheater!wolfstar)

Ever since you discovered the passageway that led from the whomping willow to the shrieking shack, you had been hiding out in the dilapidated building to escape the stress of your final exams. With some candlelight and a cozy blanket, it wasn’t half bad.

It had been a rather stressful day when you snook out to the tree, double potions with Snape was never fun. You had been looking forward to the peace and quiet, opting to bring a book with you to pass the time.

However, when you made it to the end of the passageway and pushed open the door, you were quite shocked when your eyes landed on two figures conversing in the middle of the room.

You didn’t recognise them at first. but when one of them lit a cigarette, the flame lit up their face and your eyes widened- it was Sirius Black. The escaped murderer.

A squeak left your mouth and his head turned to look at you, a smirk playing on his lips when he saw you, “Well, well,” he chuckled, “Look who just stumbled in, Moony,”

You were left in even more shock when the other figure turned to look at you, the scars running across his face making him immediately recognisable. It was Professor Lupin.

“What a pretty little plaything,” Remus spoke, snatching the cigarette from Sirius’ lips and taking a puff, “Why don’t you go fetch her, Pads? I want a closer look,”

You turned to leave, your heart pounding, but Sirius was too quick. His hand grabbed your wrist within seconds and he pulled you towards Lupin, his fingernails digging into your flesh slightly.

“Oh, yeah, I know this one,” Lupin looked you up and down, his pupils blown wide, “Smart little student, a slut too- always wearing her skirts short,”

“I can tell, I can practically see her ass,” Sirius landed a slap on your ass, making you yelp and tears form in your eyes.

“Please, let me go, I won’t tell anybody I saw you,” you whimpered, desperately trying to pull your arm from Sirius’ grasp.

The longer-haired man tutted, pulling you towards him so your back was pressed against his chest, “Now that won’t do, darling, we gotta make sure you don’t say a fucking word,”

“W-What are you gonna do to me?” you felt tears begin to fall down your cheeks and you were certain you were shaking now. You had always assumed Professor Lupin was nice, clearly it was an all act.

“I think we show you what happens when you walk around in those short fucking skirts,” Remus spat, standing up from his sitting position, “Think you can take two cocks, princess?”

“Please don’t,” you shook your head, grimacing when you felt Sirius’ hardening cock rub against your ass through his trousers.

“Stupid thing, you should know by now that you don’t have a choice,” Sirius chuckled. Then suddenly, he pushed on your back, forcing you into a position where your ass was stuck out.

You grabbed onto Remus’ legs for support, leaving your face planted directly in front of his already hard buldge, “Good slut, already know what you need to do,” he stroked your hair, a whimper leaving your lips.

Lupin moved his hands down to his belt, working on unbuckling it as Sirius’ hands groped your ass. As much as you hated to admit, you were getting turned on. In any other situation, you wouldn’t have thought twice about sleeping with Lupin.

“The slut’s getting wet,” Sirius noted the growing patch forming on your panties, a blush settling on your cheeks when he pointed it out. He dragged a tattooed hand against your clothed cunt and you let out a gasp, your hips instinctively leaning towards the touch.

Your body was betraying you, craving more friction as your clit began to throb. By now, Remus had pulled down his trousers to mid-thigh, along with his boxers, leaving his leaking cock just inches away from your face, “Well? You just gonna stare or are you gonna do what dumb whores like you are made to do?” he scoffed.

Your mouth fell open and he hummed in approval, taking his cock by the base in one hand and placing the tip on your tongue. The taste of pre-cum soaked into your tastebuds and you moaned, surprising everyone in the room.

“Oh does the slut like the taste of m’cock?” Remus grinned, wrapping a hand in your hair and pushing a few more inches of his length into your mouth. At the same time, Sirius pushed your panties to the side and plunged two fingers into your dripping hole, forcing a loud moan from your lungs.

The vibrations ran down Remus and he groaned, pushing all of his cock into your throat so your nose was brushing against the hairs on his pubic bone. “Fuck, she’s tight,” Sirius chimed, curling his fingers upward and hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

“M’surprised, you should hear some of the- fuck- rumours about her,” Remus chuckled, pulling out so just the tip of his cock was in before pushing back in, making you swallow around him to avoid gagging.

Sirius set a harsh pace with his fingers as Remus started to fuck your face, the lycanthrope’s grip on your hair tight as he rutted into you. You were a moaning mess due to Sirius, the cock in your mouth making you drool down your chin.

“She’s already fucked dumb,” Remus observed your face, his brows furrowed and his lips upturned in a slight smirk, “God knows how she’s gonna- fuck- take your cock soon,”

“I better hurry up then,” the longer-haired man pulled out his fingers and you let out a whine, only to earn a harsh smack on your ass, “Fucking whore, take what I give you,”

Within moments, Sirius had rid himself of his trousers and boxers, his cock making a soft slapping noise as it sprung up and hit his lower abdomen, “Can’t fucking wait to be buried in this cunt,” he groaned, stroking his erection as his eyes settled on your throbbing hole.

You mewled, deciding that resisting him would cause more trouble, and arched your back further. A sound of satisfaction rolled of the man’s tongue and he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, eager to fill you to the brim.

As Remus pushed his length into your mouth, Sirius did the same with your cunt, forcing a loud moan from you. It burnt as first, you hadn’t expected the longer-haired man to be so fucking big, but as time passed the pain turned into pure pleasure.

It wasn’t long before Sirius set a brutal pace, hard and fast, his thrusts matching those of Remus. It was overwhelming, the feeling of two cocks using your body as if you were nothing but a mere sextoy.

“Just as I said, so fucking tight,” Sirius moaned, his hands grabbing onto your hips hard enough that his fingernails left crescent-shaped marks on your skin, “When you’re done with her mouth, Moony, you gotta try this cunt,”

“You read my mind,” Remus grinned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reached his high, “Fuck- m’gonna cum, fill your slutty throat with my seed,”

You were actually quite eager to taste him, all previous doubts thrown out of the window as the pleasure became too strong, so you did your best- suctioning your cheeks around his cock and trying your best to relax your throat.

Remus moaned loudly, pushing you down so his cock was lodged at the back of your throat as he came, ropes of seed shooting into your mouth. You moaned at the taste, immediately swallowing when the lycanthrope pulled out.

“Wow, you really a fucking whore, aren’t you?” Sirius chuckled, wrapping a hand in your hair and pulling you up so your back was pressed against his chest. With every snap of his hips, you felt like heaven, his cock managing to reach places inside you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Fuck, feels so good,” you mewled, pushing your hips back so you could feel him deeper.

“Yeah? You like it when Sirius wrecks your silly little guts?” Remus spoke, grabbing your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. You nodded, looking into his eyes with half-lidded ones, you mouth hung open in a constant moan.

“Words, slut,”

“Y-yeah,” you answered him, “I love it,”

Your body jolted as Sirius’ thrusts got harder, a familiar bubbling sensation settling in your lower abdomen, “M’close, please,”

“Wait for me, pup,” the animagus muttered in your ear, his grip on your waist getting tighter and he approached his own high. You nodded, screwing your eyes shut and biting your lip as you tried to your best to delay your orgasm.

“Good whore, doing what she’s told,” Remus praised you, stroking your cheek. You leant into his touch, moans and whimpers rolling off your tongue.

“Shit, gonna cum,” Sirius groaned, a hand reaching round to rub circles on your clit, “C’mon, pup, cum for me, soak my cock,”

You did as you were told, practically screaming in pleasure as you gushed around Sirius’ length, your cunt clenching tight, “Fuck!”

“Fucking hell, pup,” Sirius moaned, the feeling of your walls throbbing around his cock sent him over the edge and his hips stilled as he spilled inside you, filling you the brim with his cum.

A sigh left your mouth when he pulled out and you felt your knees wobble. If it wasn’t for both men holding you up, you would have fell to the floor, “Wow..”

“We’re not done yet, dove,” Remus chuckled, fisting at his already hard cock, “You gonna bend over nice and pretty for me and let me fill you up?”

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[siriuslysapphicmoony]

evanesco — word count: 699

@wolfstarmicrofic

Lately, Sirius has been spending a quite embarrassing amount of time staring at his most recent purchase. He takes the small black box he keeps hidden in his makeup bag and stares at it in admiration and excitement. He imagines what it’ll feel like to finally propose. What will Remus think about it? Will he like it? Will he wear it every day? Will he stare at it the way Sirius is staring at it now, imagining what it’ll look like on Remus’ finger?

Sirius has been so taken by fantasising about his boyfriend that he hasn’t noticed said boyfriend has come back earlier.

“What’re you doing, love?” Remus asks casually.

Sirius is startled. So fucking startled that, panicking, he murmurs an evanesco and makes the little box and the ring disappear.

“What did you just vanish?” Remus asks, this time with amusement in his voice.

“Nothing.” Sirius is shaking. He almost ruined everything.

“Should I be concerned?”

“No– No, I— It’s nothing.”

He's stumbling on his words. Great. Now Remus will think he has some dark, deep secret.

“Sirius,” Remus takes a step forward, clearly concerned. “Are you ashamed of something? What did you just hide? I wouldn’t judge you for whatever it is, you know that, right?”

“I— yeah, sure. It wasn’t that— it was just— can we not talk about it, please?”

Remus frowns. He looks suspicious and amused at the same time.

“Was it porn?” he asks then, raising an eyebrow. The little menace.

Sirius huffs out a relieved chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, it was porn.” He hopes he sounds convincing enough.

A bit passes.

“Do you— do you happen to still have your transfiguration notes on how to summon back something that's been vanished?”

It's been a while since Hogwarts, it's been about 15 years since he's learned that spell and it doesn't happen often that he needs to undo a vanishing spell. He's pretty sure it's never happened before.

“Sure,” Remus looks really amused. Like he's really enjoying himself. “I'll give them to you if you show me what you were looking at.”

Aaaand Sirius is panicking again.

“Why did you vanish it anyway? Didn’t think I would judge you for it, did you? Or thought I would be jealous?”

“Something like that,” Sirius mutters, not really convincingly.

“Sweetheart,” Remus murmurs and he steps forward, reaching for Sirius’ hand and softly brushing the back of it. “There's nothing you could do that I'd possibly be judgmental of. And porn magazines don't count as cheating. You can show them to me. It could be fun.”

Remus sounds really reassuring. He even winks and Sirius is utterly in love with him.

He nods. Hoping this mess will somehow work out.

A few minutes later

“Here's my notes,” Remus says.

“Thank you, babe.”

Remus looks at him expectantly.

“I— can I have a bit of privacy for it?”

“You're still ashamed of it? Sirius, you've never been ashamed of this stuff.”

Sirius sighs as he quickly scans the notes. A warm fondness in his heart as he looks at teenage Remus' handwriting.

He panicks when he reads that you can't let too much time pass if you want your object back exactly as it was.

“Listen, Moony, I'll explain later,” he says and basically flees and locks himself in their room.

He eventually does manage to get Remus' engagement ring back.

“You don't want to show me then?”

“Can you please let it go, Moony? I'll explain everything, I swear. I just can't right now.”

“You're acting weird.”

“Do you trust me?”

Remus sighs. “Of course I trust you.”

Sirius has to propose earlier than initially planned. He just has. He can't let the love of his life think he's hiding something from him. Well, he technically is hiding something. But still.

two days later

When Sirius finally proposes and Remus has said yes and the ring is on his finger and their eyes are wet with tears, Remus gasps as realisation hits him.

“Merlin’s pants. You had vanished my ring, hadn't you? The other night. It was the ring!”

Sirius smiles sheepishly and Remus kisses him and laughs into the kiss. “You're such a lovely idiot.”

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[nocturnal-world]

The push - Remus Lupin x female reader

The idea is...imagine Remus witnessing that your patronus has changed its form.

I'm missing older Remus stories, and I need to scroll way down to find them. Tumblr refreshes every so often and brings me to the first post. So I had enough and wrote a few things. Once again, maybe someone will like it...enjoy if you do <3. I plan on making a part two, and we'll see how that goes.

There are no warnings, except a larger age gap (reader is 22, Remus is 38) .

Imagine Remus seeing that your patronus has changed its shape. You were surprised as well. Whatever has been going on between you two was never given a name other than friendship. A denial of feelings is what I would call it.

For Remus it was also a feeling of not being enough for you. Of being too old for you. What could he possibly give you, he thought. Living from one paycheck to another? Never knowing where you will live next month? Having to suffer all sorts of slurs and insults once people found out he was the creature you chose as your partner? You had a life in front of you. He would not let you waste it.

And yourself? Apparently you were both presuming how the other would react without even asking for the other's opinion. There was a different pattern of thought in your mind, Of course you would not allow him to settle for you. Remus could do better than that. What could you possibly offer him? See, you believed that all your conversations were on surface level (they were not). You thought that once he would try to get to know you on a deeper level...he would find nothing there (Sirius teased him over how enamoured he looked every time you spoke). You did not see much worth in yourself at all. Oh, yes you hid that well. But, if you saw no worth in yourself, how could you possibly believe anyone else would find any. Remus would have spent hours proving you wrong if he knew. Just as you would spend hours proving him wrong.

There was another problem. To be with him would require of you to open up. And that thought alone frightened you. Yes, you two might have spent hours talking about everything. Or nothing sometimes. So, it is strange that it suddenly became something to fear. But perhaps for many it is not strange at all. Anyhow. If you suffered with such thoughts, why would you put Remus through all of that as well? He deserved someone better for himself.

Strange how similar you both were in that regard.

Well, apparently denial of feelings is how it would be between the two. Without a push, nothing would happen except longing gazes, and too long embraces when one came back safe from a mission. Or throwing oneself in front of the other to defend them against a dozen of dementors. It was the strongest patronus you ever casted. A bear that tore down every dementor which tried to get to Remus. Some got to you. Not many. But at least, Remus was safe.

As for that push - Well it just so happened, there was no need for long waiting. It's strange how fate works yes? I wish Umbridge had nothing to do to contribute to this, but sadly she did in a way. After coming to Hogwarts, she did a marvelous job at teaching the students absolutely nothing. With Voldemort returning, the students were vulnerable if there was no one to teach them how to properly defend themselves. Harry, Ron and Hermione had a brilliant idea. Dumbledore's army. Not everyone believed the Ministry's lies. Soon there was quite a few students joining the initiative.

All in all they planned it quite well. But it was always good to get a second opinion. So, when Harry came to the Grimmauld place, it only felt right to ask the three residents of the house for assistance. Sirius was there constantly. He didn't need any convincing. Spending time with Harry, breaking some school rules, aiding in fighting Voldemort...and getting to call Umbridge a cunt as much as he liked. ...He would have done so regardless. But still.

Remus was there at the insistence of Sirius. The last few months have been difficult after his previous colleagues found out what he was. He defended himself when a hex came his way before he left that shop. See, even with witnessing that, he still thought of himself as a monster. After Sirius found out, he would have it no other way than Remus staying with him. And if the previous coworker somehow got too ill from eating one of Fred and George's experiments well...the twins left their things around constantly. It was an honest accident.

The girl? Well, she had a home of her own. Small place. Hidden. Cozy and simple. Sirius insisted here as well. She didn't know why exactly. And she couldn't be at Grimmauld all the time. But she did stop by as often as she could. After finding out about the hexing, it was more than other members of the Order. Good thing that Sirius handled it (it was an accident I swear), or she would have used something far more darker.

With Harry's arrival it was the four of them in the house. Planning which spells would be the most useful ones to teach. Considering they had cleaned the attic, it was as good a place as any to let Harry practice those spells with their supervision. That way he could get a better feeling on what should he pay attention to.

Spell by spell. Expelliarmus. Reducto. Stupefy. Expecto patronum. The push.

„I think that is a break for me. Anyone wants some tea?“ Sirius asked after an hour of dueling. James would be so proud of Harry. Remus was leaning back on one of the tables observing it all. Your dog was begging for food so you kept to the sidelines as well.

„I'm going back in three days. There is no time for breaks. I cannot let them down.“ Harry on the other hand was not backing down. He would not let anyone be unprepared. He would not let anyone lose a friend in front of their eyes. He needed to practice more.

„Harry, you will not be able to teach them anything if you fall unconscious from exhaustion.“

„Then I need to practice more, to endure as much as I can. The death eaters won't stop because I am tired. Voldemort will kill someone else while I am catching my breath!“

The others could only look at each other. One way or another, he would continue. With or without them. So it was decided, that while Sirius went to get tea, they'd practice something other than dueling. It was your time to step to the centre of the room. You agreed that you would cast the patronus. You would make random mistakes, which Harry would have to notice and correct properly. Remus would give him advice in case he missed something.

Considering she did well when casting a full bodied patronus, she didn't think there would be anything unexpected. First try, she moved her hand in a slightly different direction, which Harry noticed quickly. Second time, she didn't cast a powerful enough memory. Harry gave her some ideas. He would do well, they knew it. Third time, she decided to allow for some wisps to flow from the wand. Still not strong enough. Even here, Harry would give words of encouragement. She thought she saw Remus softly smiling in the corner of her eyes. She thought of that. The last time she saw him like that. It was after the Full Moon. Despite Wolfsbane, she found him pale in bed, wrapped up in blankets. With tea on his bedside table, she put a vinyl on. He mentioned he was fond of Cohen. He was a favourite of his mum's. A muggle store had that vinyl. She didn't have to think twice.

He mentioned that vinyl around six months ago.

If he had more strength in him, he'd get up and carry her with him to his bed in that moment. Nothing sexual. Just to hug her closer. To kiss her on the forehead. To nudge his nose to hers, until she gazed at him with that look. A look which left him thinking that it did not matter at all to her that he was a werewolf. Or 17 years older than her. Poor. Broken. At that moment he would know there was more to him. He'd nudge her nose once again until she blushed. Then he would press his lips to hers. And she would brush the hair away from his forehead. No, they would not let each other go. If only he had more strength. And courage.

She thought of him at that moment. At how she still managed to make him laugh to tears, even after that Full Moon. At how they both hummed to the songs. At what could be. The wisps got stronger this time. She saw the outlines of paws, only they were smaller this time. Strange. The whole bear seemed to be a bit smaller than it usually was. Remus's smile faltered, as he noticed what creature was forming in the room. The realisation was slowly dawning on her as well. It was not the bear she has come to expect, it was a wolf. She could lie to herself only so many times, but here was the proof. Right in front of him. A wolf making a circle around Harry. Coming to greet her dog. Harry was busy looking at the beautiful creature to notice two figures standing frozen in the room.

And sure, he hoped that it was him this wolf represented. She would not stop lying to herself, but she still hoped he understood now. What did each of them see though? He saw her carefree look fading. He saw her standing rigid in the centre. Was she ashamed? Angry? What if the wolf was not connected to him at all? He didn't want to meddle in her love life. If only to hide the jealousy of which he had no right to feel. What if there was someone with whom she felt as comfortable as she had with him the night that vinyl played. He had no right to wish it was him alone who would get to see her like that.

She saw him straightening up. She saw his smile fade. The clenched jaw. He was angry. A girl, barely out of Hogwarts fell in love with him. Just what he needed.

Sirius came up with tea. She was quick to apologize, saying all the practice made her a bit dizzy. Remus still stood next to the table. After a moment he excused himself as well. One could sense something went wrong.

„I suppose no one is in the mood for tea anymore. What happened here?“

„I'm not sure. The patronus appeared and right after they both left.“

A push needed to happen. However, that push can move events in any direction. Sirius had no idea what had transpired in that room. But he would do his best to find out.

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[wolfstargazer]

Jan 26 - Never - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 296

Sirius closed his eyes.

A thousand thoughts collided in his brain, a cacophony of considerations that demanded his attention. It had always been this way. He had been born electric. He wondered what would be left if it all burnt out.

"Black!" Moody's gruff voice, impatient and reproachful, brought him back to himself. "I don't make a habit of repeating myself, so if you weren't listening -"

"I'll tell him later," Remus interjected. A smile tugged at Remus' lips that Sirius saw he tried to hide. Remus addressed the rest of the Order that were gathered at the table, "We don't have a lot of time, so we should just press on."

Later, after they had all left, and they were sitting in the upstairs drawing room together, Sirius said, "Thank you."

Remus looked genuinely puzzled.

"For what?"

Sirius thought for a moment and shuffled closer to Remus on the sofa. He reached out and softly brushed Remus' hair back from his brow. The gesture took Remus by surprise, but he gave a curious smile.

"For seeing me."

Remus smile grew mischievous.

"You've always had the most amazing habit of making yourself completely unavoidable."

"Twelve years in Azakaban should have done the trick! Out of sight, out of mind!"

Sirius had been joking. But the joke had been too sharp. He had been too quick, and Sirius was perplexed to see something darken Remus' expression.

"Never," Remus' voice was solemn, but something about his face had softened. He held Sirius' gaze, and Sirius felt an unexpected shyness as Remus said, "Every day. Every night. There you were."

Remus reached out to take Sirius' hand. Sirius watched their fingers intertwine. So simple. So remarkable. Every time, just like the first.

"I could never shake you. I never would."

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[oxydiane]

so is anybody going to write the “harry starts dating cedric and when the latter meets sirius he gets the ‘i may not actually have committed the murders i was imprisoned for but do not be deluded for one second that i don’t know thirty-seven different ways to kill a man. i am harry’s godfather hello. he is my entire world’ talk” fanfic or am i just going to have to make it myself

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