#professor lupin reader insert

[lixzey]

professor, professor

September 1, 1993

Your heels clicked against the stone floor as you walked inside the Defense classroom late at night. Your eyes scanned the room as you reminisced about the days you spent inside the classroom as a student.

Professor Dumbledore had hired you at the last minute as an assistant for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. At first, you were skeptical—why would the defense against the dark arts professor need an assistant? All the defense professors you had when you were a student never had assistants, so this was a first. The headmaster didn’t elaborate much; all you knew was that it was needed. 

You agreed, of course, since you terribly needed the extra income. The job you had barely paid for rent and utilities, let alone food. You had been living in the muggle world since that fateful Halloween night in 1981. You spent the last twelve years blending in with muggles, though it isn't much of a problem since you were a half-blood, but you lost everything you had ever known. You lost your family in the most tragic way possible; they weren’t related to you by blood, but they were family—the only family you’ve ever known.

August 31, 1993

You sat in the living room of your one bedroom flat with a tin of biscuits in your lap that you bought along with a few groceries with the last of the money you had, hoping it would ease your hunger and last a few more days until you could get another job. 

For the last twelve years, you’ve been in and out of jobs—not one lasting more than a year. You had been a waitress, a bartender, a street sweeper, and a cashier at a grocery store and café; hell, you even tried to become a stripper out of desperation. 

You sighed deeply, rubbing your temples. You were thirty-three yet you still haven’t figured out your life. It wasn’t supposed to be like this; it never was. Voldemort took everything, leaving you miserable and alone. 

While you were reading and eating the biscuits you had just opened, you suddenly heard a knock on the door. Your brows furrowed in confusion. You weren’t expecting anybody—you haven’t expected anyone for the last twelve years. You took a deep breath, placing your book and the tin of biscuits down on the coffee table in front of you before getting up to open the door. When you opened the door, your eyes widened. Albus Dumbledore was on your doorstep. 

“P-Professor Dumbledore?” 

“Good evening, Miss L/N.” Dumbedore’s blue eyes twinkling. “May I come in?” 

You nodded, dumbfounded, stepping aside to let your old professor inside. The Headmaster made his way to your living room, sitting comfortably on your worn-out couch. 

“This is an unexpected surprise, Professor. Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked as you grabbed a chair from under the coffee table. “I don’t usually have visitors, but I have tea; if you’d like, I can start the kettle.”

“There’s no need, Y/n,” Dumbledore answered with a smile that almost looked like pity. “I won’t be staying too long, my dear.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Then why are you here, Professor? How did you even find me?” You asked, confused as to why he was here; it certainly wasn’t a visit to his old student.

“I hear you’re looking for a job.” Dumbledore said thoughtfully. 

“How’d you know that? I haven’t stepped inside the Wizarding World in almost thirteen years.”

“I have my ways, Miss L/N.”

You rolled your eyes at your old professor. “Yes, I’m looking for a job. Hell, I’d take any job.” 

“How would you like a job at Hogwarts?”

Your heart skipped a beat at his offer. A job at Hogwarts? The place you once called home. It seemed too good to be true. “What kind of job?” You asked, still skeptical about the offer.

“I need an assistant for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor,” Dumbledore explained. “I believe you are well-suited for the position as you are one of the brightest students in your year. The pay isn't quite as much as I'd like to offer, though,” Dumbledore continued. “But there is room and board, of course, and full meals and such.”

It was as if the air had been sucked out of your lungs. A real job, a consistent job. A job at Hogwarts, the place that had been a second home to you for the important years of your life. The place where you met your friends and formed bonds that were stronger than any other.

“I'll take it.” You said without hesitation.

“I thought you might,” Dumbledore's eyes twinkled with satisfaction and moved to stand. “I'll see you tomorrow at the start of term, Miss L/N.” 

“Thank you, Professor.” 

“You’re welcome, my dear girl.” Dumbledore smiled. “Oh, I nearly forgot. Have you read the Daily Prophet recently?”

You shook your head, your brows furrowing. “I haven’t looked at anything from the Wizarding World since James and Lily died.” 

“I suggest you take time to invest in a copy of the Daily Prophet, Miss L/n.” Dumbledore smiled again, though his eyes were telling otherwise. Before you could utter another word, he apparated out of your flat with a loud pop. 

You hadn’t gotten a chance to get a copy that night since the next day was the start of term and you were already in a hurry to pack your trunk. You still have no idea what your old professor was implying, though you didn’t let it bother you too much. 

As you continued to look around the classroom, memories of your Hogwarts days came flooding back. 

The way you and your friends—James, Sirius, Peter, and Remus—would always sit together in every class Always plotting pranks for the Slytherins—mainly Severus Snape and other unsuspecting students. 

There was Lily, who always told you not to encourage the boys, but she also had a mischievous side you loved. 

Then there were Mary and Marlene, who loved to chatter and talk, always sharing all the gossip with you and Lily. 

And finally, though he was a part of the Marauders with you, Remus. You loved him more than words could ever describe. You and Remus had dated at the start of your fifth year. He was the calm to your storm, the voice of reason when you and James were off planning another ridiculous prank. Remus was kind and caring, always making sure that you were okay and safe. He was your best friend, your confidant, and the love of your life. There was something about Remus that made your heart flutter every time he smiled, or how his eyes sparkled when he talked about something he was passionate about. You were drawn to his intelligence, his kindness, and his unwavering loyalty. 

They were your family, the family built on love.

You felt a pang in your chest at the thought of Remus. It had been years since you had last seen him—years since he pushed you away after James, Lily, and Peter's deaths and Sirius’ betrayal. You couldn’t blame him, but you were hurting too at that time. It wasn’t fair that he broke your heart because he couldn’t take the pain of losing your friends. You have resented him for breaking your heart ever since. 

You sighed, brushing the painful memories aside. Maybe this was the fresh start you'd been waiting for. A chance to leave your past behind and embrace the future. With a new job at Hogwarts, life was looking up.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realise that someone had entered the room until you heard a deep, familiar voice behind you. “Who are you? What are you doing in this classroom?” 

You quickly whipped your head around to see the person you weren't expecting to see in a long while—Remus Lupin was standing in the doorway, looking confused and shocked at the sight of you. The two of you locked eyes for what felt like an eternity, silence painfully enveloping the two of you. 

“Y/n,” Remus finally managed to say. “H-How have you been?”

All the pain and hurt came flooding back with a vengeance. You felt your heart loudly thumping in your chest as anger coursed through your veins. “Cut the crap, Remus,” you spat. “What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

Remus’ eyes widened, clearly not expecting hostility from you. “I-I’m the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” You scoffed, your eyes narrowing at him. 

“I wish I wasn’t.” Remus shrugged. 

“Oh hell no, I am not working with you.” 

Remus raised a brow. “What do you mean?” 

Before you could reply, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall entered the classroom.

“Ah, I see you two have been reacquainted," Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling. 

��You didn’t tell me he was going to be the new professor,” You snapped, glaring at Dumbledore. “I would have refused the job if I had known.” 

“I understand your reluctance, Miss L/N,” Dumbledore said calmly. “But I assure you, Professor Lupin will be an asset to Hogwarts. You will be assisting Professor Lupin in his classes. I believe the two of you working together will be beneficial for both of you.”

Remus scowled. “What do I need an assistant for? I’m perfectly capable of teaching; thank you very much.” 

“I assume you're aware of Professor Lupin's condition, Miss L/N?” Dumbledore asked, making Remus scoff.

“Yes, but I-”

“That settles it, you would be substituting for Professor Lupin once a month, until he is healed and deemed fit to work by Madam Pomfrey.”

“With all due respect, sir, I can’t work with him,” you protested, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring at Remus. “I don’t care how dire the situation is; I refuse to be around him.” 

“Now, now, Miss L/N,” Professor McGonagall chimed in. “You two will have to learn to work together. You both are highly capable, having been the top students when the two of you graduated. The students will benefit from your expertise in defense against the dark arts,” Professor McGonagall gave you and Remus a soft smile. “You both will need to set aside your differences and work together for the sake of the students and the school. It’s time to put the past behind and focus on the present.”

You clenched your jaw, feeling a mix of anger, resentment, and frustration. The last thing you wanted was to work with Remus after everything that had happened between the two of you. But seeing the determined and hopeful looks on the faces of Dumbledore and McGonagall, you knew you had no choice.

You let out a heavy sigh, turning to Remus with a stern look. “Fine, I’ll do it. But I better get a raise.”

Dumbledore chuckled. “Of course, Miss L/N.” 

Remus nodded, his expression unreadable. “I understand. I’ll do my best to make this work.”

Dumbledore nodded at Remus. “I have faith in both of you. I trust that you will be able to put your personal feelings aside and work together for the betterment of Hogwarts and the students.” 

You rolled your eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you. The past was haunting you at every turn, and you hated it. But you had no choice; you terribly needed this job, and you weren’t going to let it go just because of him. 

“One more thing, Miss L/N, Mister Lupin,” Dumbledore started, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “The two of you will be sharing living quarters for the whole semester.”

“What?” You and Remus both said in unison, disbelief written all over your faces. 

“Consider it team bonding,” Dumbledore said with an amused smile. “I’m sure the two of you will find a way to make it work.” 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, feeling dread settling in the pit of your stomach. Sharing living quarters with Remus—a man who had broken your heart and pushed you away after everything that had happened—was not something you were looking forward to.

You gritted your teeth, forcing a smile as you nodded. You didn't have a choice but to go along with it, despite the knots of discomfort and resentment that twisted in your stomach. It seemed that working at Hogwarts was going to be even more complicated than you had initially thought.

“At least tell me we have separate rooms.” 

“Of course, Miss L/N,” Dumbledore nodded. “You will each have your own separate rooms, fear not.”  You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, feeling a bit of relief at the mention of separate rooms. At least you wouldn't have to spend the whole semester sharing a room with Remus, a thought that made your skin crawl.  

“Well then, we shall leave you two to make the necessary arrangements,” Dumbledore said, giving you and Remus a reassuring smile before leaving the room with Professor McGonagall.  

You and Remus stood in awkward silence for a moment, both of you avoiding eye contact. The tension between the two of you was palpable, and it was suffocating. You sighed and finally turned to Remus with a cold stare. “Don't get too comfortable, Lupin,” you warned. “This doesn't mean we're suddenly best friends again.”

Remus flinched when you called him by his last name, but nonetheless he nodded, understanding your apprehension. “I don't expect us to be best friends again, Y/n,” he said quietly. “But for the sake of the students and the school, we could at least try to get along.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, still not convinced. “We'll see,” you replied with a dismissive tone. 

Remus met your cold gaze with a resigned expression. “I understand,” he replied evenly. “I don't expect us to be friends again. I don't expect us to be anything other than colleagues.”

You scoffed, feeling the weight of your past grudges and hurts. “Colleagues. That's all we'll ever be.”

Remus nodded. “I know.”

The two of you stood there in uncomfortable silence, knowing that once again, your lives had become even more complicated. You both needed this job and living at Hogwarts, and you wouldn't let your personal differences get in the way of it, no matter how difficult it might be. 

But one thing’s for certain: it was going to be an interesting year at Hogwarts.

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[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hiiii could you write a Remus Lupin (as an adult) with x reader who is a student at Hogwarts? Like a teacher x student one maybe? Like Remus knows that that is wrong but he can’t resist her even if he really tries to. Write smut or fluff both is good :)

Thanks in advance 💐

Stolen Glances || Remus Lupin x student!reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • my other remus x reader oneshot ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: oneshot where remus finds himself drawn to you against his better judgement even though you are one of his students

word count: 3.1k

warnings: age gap but it’s legal

a/n: tysm for this request lovely!! i hope this is what you wanted! also, for legal purposes the reader is in year seven and eighteen years old but you can imagine it however you want. also i made the reader a ravenclaw. enjoy!! 🎀🍓💌

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     You walked down the spiraling staircase that lead from your dorm to the Ravenclaw common room, a series of hallways, and eventually the majestic great hall at Hogwarts. 

You wrapped your cloak around yourself tighter in the chilly September temperatures. Even though you were within the walls of the castle, you still felt the cold in the air and rubbed your arms to stay warm. 

     You finally came to the great hall, stopping for a second to look around. Even though you’d been going to school here for six years you still found it a breathtaking sight. You kept walking and found a spot at the Ravenclaw table next to Penelope Clearwater, your best friend of four years. You sat down, piling food onto your plate quickly and shoving it into your mouth even quicker. 

     “Woah, slow down (Y/n)!” Penelope said.

     “Good morning to you too,” you teased, “I’m in a hurry. I’ve got Defense Against the Dark Arts in ten minutes.”

     You had probably taken too many classes for your own good this year. But you wanted to take as many subjects as you possibly could in your last year at Hogwarts. And you wanted to start this year off by not being late to your first class. 

     “So do I,” Penelope took a bite of a biscuit, “Third floor right? I’ll walk with you.”

     You finished your breakfasts and gathered your books, heading towards the staircase that would take you to the third floor. 

     “So who do you think we’re gonna have this year?” you asked your friend. Every year since your 5th year when Professor Quirrell had been killed in a fight with Harry Potter after he began aiding He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, you’d had had a different Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You shuddered, thinking of the dark wizard. 

     “I don’t know, but I hope whoever it is actually teaches us something instead of the other way around,” she said. You laughed, knowing she was referring to Professor Lockhart, your last DADA teacher. 

     You turned a corner, passing a few other students with early classes making their way down the hallway. 

     You walked into the classroom and found a man with his back to you, his head bent over a book on his desk. His robes looked well worn, and his brown hair looked as if he’d been running his fingers through it. Upon hearing you and your friend walk into the classroom, he turned around noticing you and Penelope and giving you a warm smile. 

     “Good morning…,” he paused waiting for you to tell him your names.

     “I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and this is Penelope Clearwater,” you answered.

     “Well Miss (Y/l/n) and Miss Clearwater, I’m Professor Lupin. I’m afraid you’re a bit early, but please take a seat anywhere you like.”

     You smiled back at him as you went to sit in one of the chairs closest to you. Penelope sat down next to you and began flipping through one of the textbooks she held. You watched Professor Lupin as he went about what you assumed was finishing preparing his classroom. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t had a good nights rest in some time but there was something about the way he carried himself that seemed to hint at a subtle energy. Intrigued, you continued to watch him. He mumbled a few spells, rearranging what you hoped weren’t crates holding some sort of magical creatures. 

     “(Y/n)? Did you hear me,” Penelope broke you out of your thoughts. 

     “Oh, sorry, got distracted. What did you say?” 

     She rolled her eyes, smiling, “I just asked what you thought of the Professor but I think I have my answer.”

     You blushed despite yourself, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

     “Nothing,” she said cryptically. 

     You wanted to press her further but plenty of other students had started to filter in and take their seats and Professor Lupin now stood in front of the class, waiting.

     “Good morning everyone,” he said, “as most of you know, I am going to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.”

     He started pacing and continued. “I hope all of you will take this class as an opportunity to not only learn how to defend yourselves but to grow as witches and wizards. I want you to look inside yourselves. Most of all, I hope you come out of this class today with more questions than answers. I can see the potential in all of you as I look around this class and ask that you always apply yourselves to your full potential so you can become the best versions of yourselves.” He looked at the class with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. 

     You listened aptly and could have almost sworn he was looking right at you as he finished his speech, his eyes burning holes into your forehead. You looked down quickly, smiling to yourself. 

     “Now if there are no questions, I invite all of you to turn your books to page 10 and let us begin.

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     “I’m telling you, you like him,” Penelope said as she fought to walk faster to keep up with your pace as you tried to get to your next class and away from this conversation.

     “Penny, he’s a professor and you’re delusional.”

      She pulled at the strap of her bag as you guys walked. “I see the way you look at him.”

     You stopped abruptly, “Since when did focusing in class because I want to get good marks become fancying the teacher?” Besides, there was something about Professor Lupin that you just liked, even though you were only a few months or so into the school year. And not only because he was, you thought, attractive with his bright smile and kind eyes. He was intelligent and wise but also patient and you could tell he really cared for his students. Not that those students necessarily included you…

    “I see the way he looks at you too,” your friend wiggled her eyebrows. 

     “Ok, that’s it! No more romance novels for you,” you began walking again. You quickly added, “And besides he doesn’t really like me, remember?.”

    “I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Penelope matched your pace, “Why wouldn’t he? You make perfect marks and answer all his questions in class.” 

     It was true. You had kind of become known for being a teachers pet in most of your classes—much to the amusement and teasing of your best friend and the appreciation of your professors. Especially Lupin. Until recently, he had beamed every time you answered one of his questions or volunteered to demonstrate a spell. However, lately you got the feeling he didn’t like you all that much. Or at least was indifferent to you. You weren’t sure why, and couldn’t be certain, but you thought you didn’t imagine that he avoided looking in your direction. You tried to tell yourself it didn’t bother you, but it did. You cared about his approval, wether you wanted to admit it or not. 

     “Drop it, Penny, ok?” She didn’t look like she would drop it anytime soon. 

     “‘Oh, Professor Lupin, what spell would you recommend using here? What is the counter-curse to this charm? Why don’t you love me? Why haven’t you asked me to marry you yet?” She mocked, giggling.

     “I heard that,” you snapped, not looking back. 

     You walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts together and found all of the desks pushed to the side and a group of students crowded in the center of the room with Professor Lupin standing next to a large wardrobe at the front. Turns out your pause in the hallway has made you a bit late, so you and Penelope snuck in right as class was starting. 

     “Alright students: Boggarts,” Professor Lupin said, not noticing as you two entered the classroom late, “who can tell me what they are?” 

     “They’re shapeshifting creatures, known for turning into the worst fear of whoever comes upon them,” you answered instinctually.

     “Show off,” Penelope mumbled, teasing you. You elbowed her in the rib. 

     “Very good, excellent!” Lupin beamed, looking around the grouping of students trying to find where the voice came from. Upon seeing who had answered him, he looked down and cleared his throat, continuing. You bit your cheek and looked at Penelope, as if to say: See? She furrowed her brow. 

     “Boggarts can only take the shape of a fear. They have no form of their own and therefore cannot hurt you. Now, I’m going to open this cabinet and I want a volunteer to step forward—don’t worry, you’ll all get a chance to participate—and at my command use the spell ‘Riddikulus’. Are you ready?”

     The first student, a nervous-looking boy with red hair, stepped forward. 

     Lupin took a few steps backwards, hand ready to open the cabinet. “Now, relax, hold your wand like so…and remember, the only thing you have to fear is fear itself.”

     He pulled it open with a flourish and within seconds a large scorpion took form. The boy let out a yell and jumped backwards but Lupin stayed calm, telling him what to do. Eventually, he was able to gain control of himself and the scorpion briefly donned a cowboy-hat before it was gone. The class applauded and the boy held his chin a little higher than he had before.

     In turn, all of your classmates had a go with the Boggart, which turned into a variety of fears from snakes to clowns to a stalk of celery, and when it finally came time for you to step forwards you weren’t feeling particularly terrified. 

     “Ready?” Lupin asked. When you nodded, he let the cabinet open and you almost stopped breathing entirely.

     There, in front of you, was who could only have been He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself, grinning wickedly. You felt your legs turn to lead and watched as he reached out a bony finger towards you. You, of course, had never actually seen him, but you had no doubt that’s who stood in front of you. Rooted in place you felt like the world was spinning. You heard the other students’ distorted screams, as if they were coming from very far way and the last thing you remembered was Professor Lupin’s concerned face as he rushed towards you before everything went dark… 

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     Light. The first thing you saw was a bright light as you squinted your eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening. You shut your eyes again. The last thing you remembered was being in class, the screaming of your classmates, and Vol—

     You shot up, your memory returning. You looked around you. You were sitting on a couch and appeared to be in a small sitting area decorated in browns and greens. Your head pounded but you felt wide awake. Suddenly, a voice startled you from behind. 

     “Miss (Y/l/n), good you’re awake.” You looked around you and saw Professor Lupin standing in the doorway behind you holding a steaming cup of tea. 

     Embarrassment flooded through you. You attempted a smile. Lupin walked over to you, handing you the cup of tea and offering you a piece of chocolate. 

     “Take this,” he said gently, “It’ll help.”

     You took them gratefully. Lupin sat down next to you. 

     “How are you feeling?” He asked, “Does anything hurt?”

     “Just my pride,” you smiled ruefully. Professor Lupin smiled back at you, the first time he’d really smiled at you in months. You wondered what had brought on the change but figured it was probably just because you’d passed out in his class and he felt bad for you. 

     “There’s no shame in being afraid, (Y/n),” he assured you. “If I’d known your Boggart would take the form of Vol—You-Know-Who, I promise I wouldn’t have made you face it.” 

     You appreciated his attempts to make you feel better, but you doubted anyone had ever fainted in his class before. You didn’t even know why, really. You-Know-Who was gone, or at least that’s what everyone was saying. There were…rumors though. But still. 

     “How long was I…out for?” You asked.

     “Not long,” he answered, “I know your friends will be glad to see you awake, though.” He made to get up.

     “Wait,” you stopped him, “where am I exactly?”

     He sat back down. “Oh, right, I—I brought you to my chambers. It was the first place I could think for you to lie down.”

     “Well, you have lovely taste,” you gestured around the apartment, admiring the decor. Professor Lupin laughed. “I’d say it’s nice in here if I wasn’t here on the grounds that I fainted in front of the whole class like a total loser.” 

     Lupin smiled, “Like I said, there is no shame in fear. And you’re not a loser. You’re one of the brightest students of your year and any Professor would be lucky to have the honor to teach you.”

     You were touched. You weren’t sure that  Lupin had uttered this many words to you in a month, much less so complimentary. 

     “Thank you,” you told him. 

     He looked at you warmly, and then as if suddenly catching himself, he looked at the clock on the far wall and said curtly, “Well, I really should be getting back to class and you need rest, stay as long as you like.”

     You didn’t know what had brought on this sudden change in the professor’s mood but it frustrated you. You were grateful to him for helping you but suddenly just as you felt like he saw you as a person again, he dismissed you. Maybe on any other day you would have just let him leave, but now, lying on Remus Lupin’s couch and having already made a fool of yourself, you surprised yourself by saying, “Why do you hate me?”

     Lupin stopped in his tracks, turning around, “(Y/n), what?”

     Now that you had said it, you couldn’t stop saying things. “It’s just, I’m a good student. And I always participate in class and you can’t even look at me! And then you’re kind to me one second and the next you just act like I don’t exist. I just—what did I do to you?” You realized your head was hurting again and you leaned back on the couch cousin. 

     Lupin looked like he was fighting with himself and then he ran a hand through his hair and sat down beside you. “Miss (Y/l/n), i don’t hate you I can promise you that.” 

     When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “I think your a phenomenal student—person. Your bright and kind and wise beyond your years—” he breaks off, “and it isn’t that I don’t like you. I—the problem is, I like you too much.”

     What? You didn’t understand him. He sensed your confusion and tried again.

     “I never in my wildest dreams imagined saying this to you,” he looks down, “but here we are. You deserve the truth. I like you, Miss (Y/l/n). A lot. And the reason I find it hard to look at you is because I cannot deny my attraction to you and I know how wrong it is but I can’t—gosh I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I can’t resist you and it’s painful to look at you when I know I can never do anything about it.” 

     You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Of all the things you’d expected him to say…. You found yourself blushing. You tried to form words but couldn’t, your head still spinning. Lupin stood up.

     “Now I think it’s best if I leave,” he moved towards the door. 

     “Wait,” you found yourself saying. You walked closer to him, close enough so you could see the faint scars on his face and smell his scent of vanilla and cinnamon. You looked into his eyes and saw the struggle there. You didn’t know if it was the lighting or adrenaline or maybe it was still the effects of what had happened this afternoon but you leaned in and suddenly you were kissing him. 

     He pulled away, “(Y/n), we can’t—” but you pulled him in again. This time he didn’t fight it, kissing you back softly at first, hesitant, but then more passionately and you could feel the months he’d spent  waiting to do this but telling himself it would never happen. He moved a hand to your hair, the other on the small of your back. 

     He pulled away again. “(Y/n), we don’t have to do this. There are plenty of guys your age who’d be lucky to have you and I don’t want to tie you down with a—” 

     “I want you,” you interrupted, kissing him again. 

     Neither of you heard as the door opened and—

     “(Y/n),” a voice said, “someone said you were in here and—” the voice stopped abruptly. 

     You and Lupin pulled apart, gasping as you turned around and stared at Penelope. Her mouth was open and she was looking between the two of you in utter disbelief.

     “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were ok but it seems you are,” she mumbled, a small smile forming on her lips. 

     “Miss Clearwater,” Professor Lupin started but you interrupted him. 

     “It was my fault Penny, I kissed him.”

     “Now, Miss (Y/l/n),” Lupin began but this time 

     Penelope interrupted both of you, now smiling big, “I don’t care who’s fault it is, I’m just glad it finally happened.” You stared at her, amused.

     “Hey, I’m the one who said you were in love with him after months of you obsessing over him and—”

     “That’s a gross exaggeration.” Your cheeks flamed and Lupin smiled down at you. “And Penny—”

     “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me!” She beamed, putting a finger to her lips. “I’ll be outside.” She walked towards the door, looking at you wickedly. 

      “I’ll be out in a minute,” you called to her. And then you and Professor Lupin were alone again. 

     “Sorry about…that,” you said.

     “Don’t be,” he put his hands in his cloak pockets, “I didn’t know you were obsessed with me.”

     “Ok, I’m going to kill her!” You stomped your foot but you were smiling. 

     Lupin looked at you seriously now, and lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, “Still think I hate you?”

     “Maybe a little less,” you teased. You clasped his hand and he interlocked his fingers with yours. 

     “You’re beautiful, (Y/n). You know that? You’re one of the most special people I  know.”

     You leaned up and kissed him gently. “I’m so glad this happened,” you whispered. 

     “Me too,” he said.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ thank you @merthosus for the request, i hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoyed this!! i love writing for lupin so much also this whole thing was written while listening to taylor swift so do with that what you will 🎀have a lovely day/night <3

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In The Woods Somewhere

Chapter XXXVII

Summery: In her 6th year, reader meets the charming Professor Lupin and their friendship begins. Reader is 16-17 at the beginning (nothing nsfw until reader is of age.) and for the story’s sake, Lupin stays as the DADA Professor into the Goblet of Fire.

Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Warnings: none I don’t think

Author’s note: this chapter is dedicated to my friend @dogmatic255 Congratulations on finishing your exams!!

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There was a harsh rush of air that invaded y/n’s nostrils; she did her best to keep the bile rising in her throat down, but it was nearly as losing battle until finally, those rolling hills she craved warped around her. The young witch landed almost as quickly as she had disapparated from London into the Scottish countryside. She almost felt tears in her eyes when she was greeted with the The familiar surroundings of Hogsmeade. She was dizzy and her stomachs felt as if it had been turned inside out and her head was on backwards, but somehow it faded away when she saw that sleepy little town.

Of course she was used to apparating short distances, but travelling across the United Kingdom took its toll on even the most experienced witches and wizards. Y/n sished she could have strolled through the streets at a leisurely pace, and perhaps even buy some gifts for those she missed, but the weight on her shoulders was a constant reminder of the target on her back.

You’re here for a reason, and that reason only.

She slipped her hand into her bag and pulled out the photograph of her Great great grandfather; his young, smirking face stared back at her, saying those words she desperately wished she knew.

With the reminder in the forefront of her mind, y/n pulled her cloak tighter, and began to walk towards the large iron gate that separated Hogwarts from Hogsmeade.

As she trudged along, y/n pulled the large hood of her cloak up and over her head to hide her face. She was glad that the town was quiet, and figured she had the light rain that began to fall to thank for it. After a few more minutes, the metal bars that stood open to Hogwarts grounds stared back at her just feet away. Y/n could feel a buzz around her as she stood there; she recalled the Order speaking about a shield placed around the school grounds, and every entrance.

Nerves suddenly began to take over when the young witch wondered if she could even get through.

Was this all a mistake?

What if I set off a defence protocol.

Her mind raced as she stood there, but her need to understand those journals that seemed to burn a hole in her life outweighed her anxiety. Y/n took a deep breath, and stepped through the open gate; a strange shock went through her as she did. It felt like when you walk through one of the ghosts of Hogwarts- tingly and a little uncomfortable, but she got through.

She checked herself over to make sure she wasn’t marked in some way, and once she was satisfied, y/n took a long, deep breath. The fresh air made her lightheaded after months of being in that old house with not so much as a cracked open window.

Y/n tightened her grip on her bag’s strap across her front and began the long walk up the hill. Her boots slipped a little here and there on the stone path, but when she created over the hill, y/n was met with a sight that made her chest ache.

Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Then, as she stared at the castle that had been more of a home than her house, a wicked idea made her smile. It was a terrible idea, and probably quite dangerous, but y/n was already disapparating before her brain could bring her to her senses.

When she landed, there was a cold, stone floor under her boots. The distinct aroma of dried plants, fermentation and damp filled her nose; y/n felt her shoulders relax further when she saw that the office she landed in was empty. The amount of comfort she felt from that room alone could have only been compared to a hug from Remus; there was only one other person who could bring her so much peace.

Y/n found that she could hear noise from the other side of the door, but chose to ignore it for the time being. She knew nothing would happen so long as she stayed put. The young witch removed her cloak and looked over the dark wood desk that sat in front of the window. It was almost the exact same as the last time she had seen it, complete with the bundle of Icelandic Unicorn horns- the ribbon still on.

As if on cue, a sharp, commanding voice filled the room beyond the office door, and purely out of habit, she froze.

“Silence!”

Y/n stifled a laugh as the chatter from outside the door went quiet as the grace in an instant. The young witch relaxed into the large chair behind the desk, letting the smell of the man outside the door lull her into a sense of safety. She listened to him teach the second period of the day, and almost forgot that she was not supposed to be there.

After an hour, y/n heard the dull sound of the bell followed by the tired shuffle of students leaving the classroom. Once the door shut and silence settled into the stone walls, she was finally graced with the sound of those measured footsteps she knew so well.

The door to the office opened, and the smile on her face when she saw that unimpressed man threatened to break her in half. Severus Snape had his not in a journal when he walked in, but after just one and a half steps, he froze. Without looking up, he snapped the book shut and drew his wand from his sleeve in a instant. However, as soon as his eyes landed on the young witch in his chair, his grip on his wand faltered.

Y/n threw her hands up in defence and grinned when she saw the shock on his stoic face.

“Surprise!” She said, feeling the weight on her shoulders lift.

Severus stood there for a moment, then slowly returned his wand to his sleeve, and regained his composure.

“And to what do I owe this appearance of yours, Miss l/n?” He asked, continuing his journey to his desk as if his mind was not alight with questions and a million thoughts.

Y/n stood up and walked to the other side of the desk to let him retrieve what he needed. She thought for a moment, thinking of a way to put her predicament. With Severus, she knew the best way was the truth; straight forward and to the point.

“I’m here for help actually…” she murmured, turning back to look at the potions master. He paused again as he shuffled a few pages of parchment, and lifted his head enough to peer at her from under his brows.

She had his attention.

Y/n took a deep breath, and continued, “Do you recall those journals from my mother?” She said.

“I do.” He drawled slowly.

The young witch nodded and traced her finger along the edge of the desk, “Inside there was a photo of my Great Great Grandfather. He was a Slytherin, and competed in the Triwizard Tournament in 1792. My mother had pages dedicated to him in one of the diaries…it was so strange- i barely know anything about him and my parents never really spoke about him, yet my mother took the time to write about him.” It felt strange to say the words aloud- like she was only confirming the surreal matter of it all, “I want to know more about him…I think there might be something about him that helps me to understand more about…what my parents have done.” Her words tumbled out of her, and her chest felt tight.

Severus regarded her for a moment before nodding his head twice.

“Name?” He asked, placing the papers in his hand down, uninterested.

It took the young witch a moment to understand what he meant, but then when realization hit her, she sighed, and fidgeted with her fingers for a moment, “That is the one catch of all this, sir. I don’t actually know his name,” it all sounded so silly now, but she was set on not leaving that castle without trying, “I think I’ll have enough information on him to find his record though. He was sixteen in the photo which was taken in 1792, and he was a Slytherin…I- I think that should be enough.” Y/n knew her voice was wavering.

She was nervous.

Severus returned his gaze to her, and studied her for a moment before rounding the desk to stand a could feet from her.

“Hold out your hand.” He said simply.

Y/n’s brows pinched in confusion, but she had learned long ago to not question him too much. Just as he had asked, she held out her hand, and in an instant she saw why he had asked her.

Severus gently took her hand in his, and inspected it before murmuring,“Your hands never used to tremor, dear one.” His voice was so soft that she almost didn’t hear it, but his recognition was was enough to make her eyes sting. Y/n looked down at her shaking hand, and tried to remain calm.

Having him worry about her was the last thing she wanted, so she settled for a simple response, “Well I just apparated from London…it’s a long journey.” She said as uninterested as she could, though she was panicking inside.

Severus slowly rose his black eyes to hers, and stared for a moment.

“Don’t lie to me.” He said dangerously.

Caught.

Y/n thought for a moment, but then as if the wizard was controlling her, her walls crumbled. Tears welled in her eyes and fell before she could wipe them away.

“I have been in hiding for two months from the most powerful dark wizard alive, Severus.” She gasped, shaking her head, “I spend most of my days in my room listening to old records and trying to think of ways I can serve the wizarding community from a derelict house in London. I fear for the people I love and for those I don’t even know. I live in fear, and I can’t even do anything about it.” A sob broke from her, but she stayed as strong as she could.

Severus watched the one thing he held dear break in front of his eyes. She was always so strong, and seeing her weeping and afraid made his guarded heart ache. His harsh brow softened, and he rubbed a brief soothing circle on her knuckles.

“Stay as long as you need.” He murmured. “My chambers are yours if you require it.” His words were careful, but y/n knew he meant them explicitly.

The young witch nodded and sucked in a long breath to calm herself.

“Thank you Severus.” She whispered. They stood there for a moment longer before Severus released her, and returned to retrieving the papers he needed. Y/n watched him absentmindedly, finally feeling a little safer with his consent to remain in Hogwarts. She knew it was no golden invitation, but if he gave her his permission, it was as good as.

“I feel I must caution you,” the potions master said suddenly. Y/n blinked and returned from her little daze to listen. He continued, “ The newest addition to staff is…watchful.” Severus’s tone as akin to a hiss, and while most would say it was normal, y/n could tell he disliked who he was speaking of greatly.

“Oh?” She asked softly, “Are you talking about the new Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor?”

“The very same.” He ground out, “It seems that the Ministry of Magic is looking to infect every institution it can…” he said almost absentmindedly.

Y/n processed his words, feeling her blood run cold, “He-“

“She.” Severus corrected her.

She blinked. “Pardon?”

“The Professor in question resembles a fuchsia-coated toad. I doubt you will miss her wobbling down the corridors.” The potions master murmured into the quiet air.

For a moment, she through she saw the sides of Severus’s eyes crinkle, as if he was going to laugh. Y/n bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at the vivid picture he had painted. However, the moment was cut short when the telltale sound of more students shuffling into class began to fill the silence, followed by a chair falling over. Severus closed his eyes in irritation and strode to the door, flicked his wand to slam it open; a hush fell over the classroom before the door was slammed shut again.

“Detention.” Came his voice through the door.

Y/n grinned to herself. She had missed him.

The young witch took another breath to steady herself, grasped her cloak and apparated out of the dungeons. Her feet landed firmly in a silent corridor, and she thanked herself for waiting until class was in session; making a scene was the last thing she wanted. Y/n took a quick look around to get her bearings then began the walk to the library. When she passed by the staircase that led to the kitchens, she made a mental note to visit the elves later.

On her way, she only had to duck behind a handful of pillars and empty corridors to hide from the odd student who was late for class. Then finally, the large doors to the library looked at the end of the hall. Y/n quickened her steps, and admittedly let down some of her guard when the prospect of finding out about herself came closer. Just as she was a few feet from the doorway, a sickly sweet cough came from her right. The young witch snapped her head to the sound, and her eyes widened at the sight that greeted her.

“Excuse me miss? Class has already started…you are not a student!” Came a a shrill voice from the small woman clad in nothing but pink. Y/n had nothing against the colour, but seeing it is such overuse on such a woman made her stomach churn. The woman, who y/n assumed was this new DADA professor, was staring at her menacingy with a small, condescending grin.

Severus was right…she is a toad wrapped in pink.

Think y/n think.

The young witch swallowed and kept a laugh at bay. She tried to remain as calm as possible, “Hello. I apologize, I was looking-“

But before y/n could fib, the woman held her hand up to silence her. Y/n had seen and dealt with a fair about of rude witches and wizards alike over her life, but she had to admit that this woman was a different breed. “Enough. Come with me, please.” She quipped to y/n.

Y/n considered disapparating, but if she was honest, the woman scared her. Something in her patronizing superiority complex made y/n wonder if there was more to her then just the role of ‘professor’. So after a moment of contemplation, she decided to follow the fuchsia toad-woman. The professor made a small sound of satisfaction, and turned on her heel to lead y/n away from the one place she needed to be. Slowly, the young witch began to recognize the route they were taking, and while she felt a spark of hope, she also felt her stomach plummet into a pit of dread. It was not the Dumbledore’s office, nor to the DADA room.

They arrived outside a large wooden door, and the stout woman knocked daintily. They waited a moment before y/n heard the clicks of heels, and she mentally prepared herself for whatever was about to happen. But when the door swung open, her face almost broke into a smile at the sight of who greeted them. Someone she had missed more than she had realized.

Professor Minerva Mcgonagall.

Y/n had to commend the woman in question when she barely reacted to her being there. Mcgonagall simply looked between the shorter woman, and the young witch with a terse expression.

“Professor Umbridge, may I help you?” She asked in an irritated tone; y/n only saw her eyes stay on her a second longer than normal, and y/n knew then that she was shocked.

“Professor Mcgonagall, I do apologise for interrupting your…riveting lesson.” Professor Umbridge relief sweetly, “But I found this individual wandering the halls. She was about to infiltrate the library when I caught her. I brought her to you before seeking out the…illusive headmaster.”

Illusive?

Y/n could see the gears work away in the older witch’s brain as she thought of a solution. Then a faux look of realisation landed on her wrinkled features as she took a step out the door.

“Oh yes of course- You are miss l/n, are you not?” Mcgonagall asked, hoping y/n understand her plan. Y/n was not certain she understood her idea, but she played along.

“Yes. I am.” She answered with a slight edge as if she was being inconvenienced.

Professor Mcgonagall nodded sharply.

“Wonderful, thank you Professor Umbridge. I will take things from here.” She made to usher y/n into her class, but it seemed Umbridge was no wear near satisfied.

“Forgive me Minerva, but I think I ought to be let in on this arrangement, don’t you?” Her tone never seemed to change, and y/n began to find that it was giving her a headache.

Y/n looked at Minerva with wide eyes that Umbridge couldn’t see.

Busted.

But the Scottish woman was not so easily rattled. “Miss l/n is our new…Potions assistant, Dolores.”

Y/n swore she stopped breathing.

New what? That’s the best you could do??

Umbridge tilted her head and blinked a couple times before saying, “New potions…why was I not made aware of this? As Hogwarts High Inquisitor, I am to be made aware of all staff members. She was not at the start of year feast either.” She clearly wasn’t buying it, or perhaps she couldn’t stand the idea that she might not know everything.

Y/n felt a bead of sweat fall down her spine.

But Mcgonagall continued as if there was nothing amiss, “I believe there were some scheduling issues, were there not?” She turned to y/n who nodded along, “Headmaster will be more insightful.” Y/n had to stifle a laugh at the sound of condescension dripping from the Professor’s words.

Umbridge’s eye twitched, “Wonderful. Shall we go consult with him?”

This woman is quick.

Mcgonagall was about to skirt around the option, “Oh I don’t think-“

“Oh I do.” Umbridge said menacingly, cutting her off before she could even begin.

The Transfiguration Professor narrowed her eyes slightly, “Very well. Though this cannot take long as class is currently in session.” Minerva turned back into the room and called out, “A single chair out of line when I return and it will be detention for each of you.”

With that, the two professors walked y/n briskly to the stone stairs that lead to the Headmaster’s office. Mcgonagall stole the occasional look at y/n as if to ask “What is gods name are you doing here?” But aside from that, she made sure nothing seemed amiss.

As they ascended the stairs, Y/n felt her gut twist. This had been her only chance to find out more about his strange man she was related to, and she might have just ruined it all.

Mcgonagall cast her one more look out of the corner of her eye, and y/n have her one back. Umbridge knocked on the door, and after barely waiting for an “Enter.” the stout witch pushed the door open and almost threw y/n inside before stepping in after her.

“Headmaster,” Umbridge began sweetly, “We do apologise for this intrusion, but-“

“Ahh. Miss l/n. Good to see you.” Dumbledore said without a care that he had interrupted.

It took y/n only a moment to register that he was greeting her. She had been bracing for a reprimand or shock, but his old face looks pleasant and calm. The young witch swallowed, and unfroze herself; she took a step forward to shake his frail hand, “Thank you sir.”

“I trust you had a safe journey?” He asked, casual as ever.

Y/n nodded, “I did-“

“Headmaster,” Professor Umbridge began again, this time with a little more irritation in her tone, “I found this girl in the castle illegally. Now unless you know-“

“Dolores, I do apologise but you are mistaken. Miss l/n is welcome here at Hogwarts.” He said, unfazed by the pink woman.

“So you know why she is here?” The woman pushed.

Dumbledore chuckled.

“I certainly hope I do. As headmaster, it is my duty to monitor all comings and goings inside Hogwarts.” He said knowingly.

“Then do tell why she is here.” Professor Umbridge almost behaved like a lawyer trying to catch the defendant in a lie.

There was a breath of silence, and out of the corner of her eye, y/n was certain she saw Mcgonagall mouth ‘Legilimens’.

The headmaster blinked and tilted his head slightly as he regarded y/n. “Miss l/n is the newest addition to Hogwarts staff, aside from yourself, and will be assisting our esteemed potions master Professor Snape this year.”

Y/n breathed a sigh of relief, and almost felt dizzy.

This only seemed to make the pink-clad woman more irate. It was like she wanted a fight. “I see. Well then I can assume that she will be officially announced as such by the evening feast tonight. Otherwise I will be forced to…investigate.”

Y/n once again began to see uneasy about this woman.

Something tells me you already will investigate.

Dumbledore nodded, “Of course. Though I must insist that she has a day to settle before she is announced. After all her first day was interrupted.” He chided. Umbridge managed a tight smile as he continued, “Thank you for your diligence, Professor Umbridge, Professor Mcgonagall and I will take things from here.” Dumbledore finished calmly.

Umbridge huffed out a displeased sigh, “Very well. Good day headmaster. Professor Mcgonagall.” With that the awful woman left in a flourish of pink.

Y/n watched her shut the door, and waited for the head and deputy headmaster to chide her. When she turned back to them, her words already began to tumble out as her nerves were no longer disguised.

“Professor Dumbledore…Thank you, sir.” She murmured, “Professor, I-“

However, she was cut off halfway through her sentence when a pair of arms pulled her into a tight embrace; y/n couldn’t help but return it with equal fervour.

“It’s good to see you Professor Mcgonagall-“

The woman tsked her, “Call me Minerva, for Merlin’s sake dear girl. Let me look at you…” Minerva pulled away and inspected her, “Is that dog Sirius Black starving you? Godirc, you’re half the size you were last time I saw you. Oh but look at how long your hair has gotten, Albus look at her!” Minerva swallowed a lump in her throat, and patted the girl on the shoulder.

Dumbledore nodded.

“Yes I see her Minerva…you’re looking well y/n. I hear you’re keeping the Order in line.” Albus said a little mischievously. Y/n forced a smile, though half of it was genuine. She was thankful for his help, but he still didn’t sit well with her.

“I’m alright, thank you.” Y/n said, claspu g her hands together, “Living for months on end in an old house isnt how I had planned on celebrating my graduation, but I think I’ve memorised a few books and several vinyls.” She cracked a small smile, “…but I cannot thank you both enough for covering my arse there.” She looked at both of the professors, with nothing but gratitude.

“Yes well…” Mcgonagall quipped, trying to keep her emotions under lock, “ We must ask though, why are you here, my dear?”

Y/n thought for a moment, trying to find the easiest way to tell them about everything that has happened, but she settled on the simplest answer. “It is a very long story, but essentially I’m searching for information on an old relative of mine…he was a competitor in the last Trieizard Tournament, and I barely know anything about him. I only think he might have some answers because my mother wrote pages about him in a diary of hers…it’s not much but it’s all I have right now.” Y/n said, looking back and forth between the vexed Professors.

Dumbledore nodded along, thinking.

“The library and our records are at your disposal miss l/n, but I must tell you to be weary of your time here. That woman,” he gestured to the door where zu bridge had left through, “ …has many eyes and ears here. Best to wander at night.” He added with a wink.

“Thank you.” Y/n murmured. Her heart was beating erratically- it had been the entire ordeal. Her palms were sweating too.

As if she could read y/n’s mind, Minerva addressed the elephant in the room.

“Now what are we going to do about her position Albus?” Minerva asked, “We cannot just throw her in the oath of that dog and expect that she can just become a teacher.” She said incredulously.

The young witch interjected with a shaky breath, “Actually professor, if you recall I taught alongside Professor Lupin all of my seventh year- I do have experience. In addition to that I received an Outstanding on my Potion’s O.W.L. …I think I might actually be able to carry though.”

Neither of the professors looked fully convinced. They knew what reality she lived in, and the risk she was taking just to play into this lie.

Y/n sighed and ran a hand up and down her arm as she continued, “If I had come here without incident, I would have just found the information I could find then leave a return back to that old house; I would continue to sit in my room and fear that at any moment Death Eaters will break through the protective spells and kill everyone there. At least with me being here I’ll be helping with something. Besides, Hogwarts had been my home and it is probably the second safest place for me right now.”

Y/n could have sworn she saw a dusting of tears in the Professor Mcgonagall’s eyes, but it was gone in a flash.

Minerva heaved a sigh and looked at the young witch pointedly, “Then I suppose we ought to get you settled. Do what you need…and if anyone bothers you you send them right to me. Understood?” She said with a dangerous edge. Y/n briefly wondered if she had ever disciplined someone unprofessionally.

She nodded to the professor, “Understood. Oh, but Professor Dumbledore, what about Se- Professor Snape?” She asked, turning to the man.

“I’ll have a word with him this evening. Not to worry.” He replied absently, “I look forward to seeing you roaming these halls again, y/n. It wasn’t the same without you.”

Y/n looked at the headmaster a little longer, and noticed a tired edge to his eyes that wasn’t there months ago. She knew what the Ministry was saying about him; calling him unhinged and mental. She supposed that even Albus Dumbledore was not immune to ridicule.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you.” Y/n said simply. She was indeed grateful to both of their help, but she still kept the man at arms length. Minerva place an arm around her shoulders and guided her from the office, and down the stairs.

The professor released y/n’s shoulders, turned to her and murmured, “Now…I will return to my class that has surly torn apart my classroom, but afterwards I will come and find you. If I were you I would stick to the library for the time being…” she added.

Y/n nodded with a small smile before she began to walk away. After several feet in the direction of the library, she was stopped again.

“And l/n!” Mcgonagall called to her.

The young witch turned around to face her.

“Don’t be afraid to bite back.” The professor’s eyes looked exhausted in that moment, and y/n could already feel a fire rise in her. Whatever was happening at Hogwarts, she was not going to leave without driving the vermin out.

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Useless. It’s all useless.

There were books on enchanted dust mites and how to tell one gillyweed from the other, but no student records. Y/n spent hours that stretched well into the evening pouring over shelves upon shelves of books, but to no avail. She went to try the restricted section, but the overly watchful eyes of the librarian, Madame Pince, made her sweat too much to get any closer to the chained books.

Y/n hung her head in her hands, and screamed internally. She figured that once she was know throughout the school as being a staff member, she would be able to venture into the section, but until then, she was stuck sitting at a desk having a crisis.

“There you are!”

Y/n snapped her head up to the voice, and relaxed when she saw Professor Mcgonagall striding up to her.

“Goodness you had me looking under skirts to find you.” Mcgonagall said, “Any luck?”

The young witch sighed dejectedly, “Not yet. There’s no records at all…”

Mcgonagall thought for a moment, “Oh well we might have had them moved. I’ll stick a bug in Filch’s ear to take a look. Now! You, with me.” The witch nodded to the door and began to walk, not waiting for y/n to ask anything. Y/n grabbed her bag and caught up with the woman. There was I my a handful of students in the halls again, but this time y/n figured it must be nearly dinner time.

“I believe I found you somewhere to stay during your time here. Though I must tell you that it is in the dungeons…I thought it most inconspicuous.” Mcgonagall said as they hurried to the spiral stairs leading to the lower level.

Y/n nodded, “That works fine. I’ll be closer to- to the classroom.”

Closer to Severus.

They stood there for a moment before y/n whispered a soft “Thank you.”

Then Minerva spoke, and y/n paused.

“He is fond of you, l/n.” She told her.

Y/n looked up in surprise, “Sorry?”

“Severus.” The elder witch said simply, not even batting an eye.

“What makes you say that?” Y/n asked. She knew the cold man was warmer towards her than most, but hearing it from another person made it sound as shocking as it was.

“He went to every Order meeting this summer.” Minerva said it as if it was an obvious answer, but y/n still just stared at her. The older woman sighed and looked around as if she was about to tell y/n a horrible secret; while not horrible, it was a secret. “The man didn’t need to go to every meeting- he only needed to report to Albus himself. He went to those meetings to see you dear girl.” She murmured sincerely.

Y/n opened and closed her mouth, but in the end she remained silent. Stunned.

“Did he…I mean does he ever-…” The young witch tried to form the right question.

“Speak of you?” Minerva helped.

Y/n nodded.

“Not at all. He avoids the subject at all costs because of how soft it makes him,” Minerva told her a little mischievously, “I have known that man for twenty-four years, l/n. There is only one other person he treated as such, and she has since passed.”

Y/n nodded in understanding. She knew how close her and Severus were- he was practically a son to her. What she told y/n was not to be taken lightly, just as Severus was not.

“I appreciate you telling me.” She thought for a moment, “You know he is important to me as well, don’t you?”

Minerva watched her for a moment, then nodded once.

“I do. Now off you go- make a right and walk until you reach the pillars. It’ll be the first door on the left. I suggest tomorrow you find something to wear for your new roll…I may have a few things from my younger days…find me if you need anything.” She said firmly.

Y/n nodded again, sucking in a breath.

“I will. Thank you…I suppose I am to make my first entrance tomorrow night?” The young witch asked tentatively.

“Yes.” She mused, “Albus will announce you and wipe that smile off the toad’s face. Do try to keep your head up. Hogwarts is not as kind as it once was…”

Neither one of them said anything else, and y/n took what the professor had told her seriously. Things were different. Wrong. Everything was wrong. Even the ghosts were skittish. Mcgonagall’s words still rang in her ears as she apparated to the bottom of the stairs and followed the instructions Minerva had told her. Sure enough, there was a door on her left; y/n pushed it open and was greated with a small, but surprisingly comfortable room. It looked as if it hadn’t been used in many years, and it reminded her of Severus’s quarters.

Simple, dark, and a fire already roaring.

The ornate window on the far wall was cracked open, making the room smell like a fresh autumn night. Y/n placed her bag down, and stretched her arms over her head to ease the muscles in her back that had become knotted. Her stomach growled, and the fact that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning became more and more evident. The young witch pulled her bag open, and carefully retrieved the pouch of food she had packed. It wasn’t anything amazing, but it was food.

As she chewed a piece of bread thoughtfully, and gazed at the green flames in the hearth, her mind began to wander. She needed to tell Remus about what had happened, and she needed to know more about exactly what was happening at Hogwarts.

Y/n slipped into the extra clothes she had brought, and was just about to settle into the couch when a knock on the door startled her. In an instant, her nerves her alight, and she debated disapparating, but her pride wouldn’t let her. If there was a threat on the other side of the door, she would face them head on, not running.

Her mind raced as she drew her wand and took careful steps to the door, trying to think of who might be there to see her at such a late hour. Her hand hovered above the handle, and she sucked in a breath to prepare herself, and wrenched the door open. However, all that greeted her was empty air. Then, a small throat being cleared alerted her to look down.

A smile broke out across her face.

“Dobby! Winky! How are you two?” Y/n asked, bending down to the house elve’s eye level. They were certainly a sight for sore eyes, especially Dobby.

“Miss l/n, we heard whispers of your return but we didn’t want to believe it!” They rushed to her and held her in an tight embrace.

“Look at how pretty you are!” Winky said excitedly, pulling back to see the young witch.

Y/n laughed lightly and looked at both of her old friends. “It’s so nice to see you both. How is everyone else?” Y/n asked as they released her.

“Tis the same as always…Miss Granger has been working to help us…we have lunch breaks now.” Dobby said happily.

“That’s wonderful…I hope even better things happen. Come in.” Y/n said, ushering them inside and shut the door.

“Thank you miss l/n.” Dobby and Winky sat on the couch, and y/n sat on the comfortable rug I front of them; this way they were eye level. The male elf looked around just like Minerva had, and continued, “I’m afraid you’ve returned to Hogwarts during a bad time miss…” Dobby whispered, “These are dark times.”

Y/n felt her stomach twist as she was told yet again how terrible the castle had become. She nodde, and spoke, hoping she might learn more from them,“I’ve heard that, Dobby…can you tell me why?” Y/n asked as calmly as she could, regardless of the fear she felt.

Dobby and Winky looked at one another solemnly before he whispered,“It’s that…woman. The pink one. She’s-“ he looked around again, paranoid.

“Go on my friend.” Y/n encouraged him.

He sighed and shook his head.

“She’s j w students you see…many times I’ve seen the poor things weeping in the halls, grasping their hands.” His little voice broke, and y/n felt her fear disappear, only to be replaced with a brewing fury.

“She what?” Y/n asked dangerously.

“Carves their skin somehow miss…” Winky hung her head.

“Does Dumbledore know?” The young witch asked after a moment.

“Not sure miss l/n…no one talks about it out of fear. Fear that she might do something worse.” Winky said gravely.

Y/n didn’t know what to say, so she nodded.

“Thank you for telling me…” she murmured.

“Now what are you doing here, Miss l/n?” Dobby asked, trying to change the horrid topic.

Y/n blinked and grinned to herself. “It’s a long story, and I might actually need your help.” She said secretively.

“Yes Miss l/n, anything at all!” Dobby piped up.

Y/n felt a little hope begin to warm her stomach; if there was anyone who could move through the castle to find something hidden without getting caught, it was a house elf.

“I need to find the record of a student that attended Hogwarts, and was sixteen in 1792. He competed in the Triwizard Tournament…he was a Slytherin. Think you know where the records are?” She asked, leaning forward.

The two elves looked at one another, then looked back at her, “It might take time, but we’ll find them, miss. Leave it to us.” They assured her.

“Thank you…” y/n breathed.

Dobby hopped off the couch, and helped Winky off too.

“We must be going miss l/n, but we will return soon. Be careful.” With that, the elves scurried away and out the door before y/n could even say goodbye.

Y/n stared after them, and sighed. She stood from her place on the floor, and as she was about to warm her hands by the fire when there was another knock at the door. Y/n walked to it and expected to see the two elves again, but instead, there was a plate of warm food and a cup of tea levitating right there in front of the door.

Y/n grasped the plate apprehensively , but when she looked at the glass that belt the cup of tea, she already knew who had left it. It was the same ornate cup that she had first been seen summoned. The design itself was just as distinct as its creator, just with the added warmth of tea.

Severus.



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So High School

pairing: James Potter x fem!reader warnings/tags: none except some teeth rotting fluff, possibly inaccurate Quidditch team (I didn't know everyone's positions), allusions to suggestive content?, no use of Y/n summary: just James being an absolutely amazing boyfriend totally not self-insert what- a/n: and thus begins the saga of me taking Taylor Swift songs and turning them into stories about fictional characters. Don't even act like you're surprised, you shouldn't be by now <3 Also, I've been wanting to write for James but couldn't get it right, so a little thank you to Miss Taylor for making this possible wc: 0.8k

"And another goal made by Gryffindor chaser James Potter!" Remus shouts into the microphone while he reacts to the latest Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. "That is three in a row for Gryffindor. Sorry, Ravenclaw, it seems like you'll have no chance of winning today, better forfeit already-"

He is cut off by Professor McGonagall taking the mic out of his hands, "Don't get forget to stay objective, Mr. Lupin," She says, just loud enough for the microphone to pick it up, but the crowd is too busy cheering to hear it.

James does a victory lap on his broom, flying close to the crowd. When he comes close to your section, he sends a quick wink in your direction. You lightly chuckle and roll your eyes when a couple of first years nearly faint from being so close to their unrequited hallway crush.

Not that you can entirely blame them, seeing as you yourself still can't shake the giddy feeling of butterflies whenever James wraps his arms around you. Sure, you'd been dating for about half a year, but somehow he still managed to make your heart skip a beat.

Not long after, the match is over when Marlene manages to catch the Snitch. Louds cheers erupt once more from the spectators on the stands, and soon enough, they're running onto the field to greet the victors.

You're pulled along in the flood of people, practically carried towards the field until the crowd parts for the Gryffindor team. You smile as you lock eyes with James, who practically storms right at you before trapping you in a bear hug, slightly lifting you off the crowd.

"That was amazing!" You say as you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. "You did so great out there."

"Only because my lucky charm was in the stands," James replies, burying his face in your neck as he grins, "Couldn't have done it without you cheering me on." You chuckle, knowing arguing against him would be pointless even though you know he's a great player whether you're there or not.

The celebrations continued in the Gryffindor common room, the firewhiskey flowing while people cheered, laughed and talked to each other. Throughout the entire night, James held you practically glued to his hip: always an arm around your shoulders or waist, kissing the top of your head or your cheek.

"-And then Mary fired that Bludger at the Ravenclaw Seeker, and I ducked down for the Quaffle, and then-" James rants about the game, completely caught up in his story.

"Remember to breathe, James. We don't need you passing out," Remus says, making everyone laugh and James shake his head.

"Oh please, as if I could breathe when this one here takes my breath away the entire time," James quips, "Not that I mind, though. I'd gladly pass out if it meant you sitting next to me in the hospital wing."

"James!" You exclaim.

"What? It's true," He responds shamelessly as he shrugs, making the others shake their heads and chuckle.

As if you weren't already glued to his side, James pulls you even closer to him, making you laugh when his breath tickles the nape of your neck.

"Oh come on, can you two act even more like high school sweethearts? We're getting cavities from looking at you " Sirius groans, to which you only raise an eyebrow and reply with, "That's rich coming from the guy who had his tongue down his boyfriend's throat less than a minute ago."

"I don't see the relevance of you pointing that out, but alright," Sirius replies with mock-ignorance as he sits close to Remus, who nuzzles his face in Sirius's nape and softly smiles.

As the night progressed, the firewhiskey started to take over your systems, making you a bit more bold and unfiltered.

"You know, sometimes I still don't understand how we got together," You say, slightly slurring your words as you look at James.

"Oh god, here we go again," Sirius sighed, turning to Remus, "James is going to confess his undying love for her again."

"Hey, I can't help it that this perfect angel walked into my life, you have Remus to blame for that," James shrugged as he kisses your cheek for the millionth time that night.

You and Remus had been friends ever since first year, finding companionship in your shared love for literature and classic history. James swears he fell for you when you were rambling about the works of some ancient philosopher, claiming that you could light up an entire city with the energy you put into it.

"Well, I don't know about perfect angel, but thank you anyway," You say, resting your head on James's shoulder as you whisper in his ear. "I love you, James."

"I love you too, love."

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I have a Sebastian Sallow request for you!!! Reader and Sebastian are the top two duelers at Hogwarts, and they’re each others enemies. They always bicker and try to one up each other. Everyone is sure they hate each other. But then comes the last championship day of duels, and in the duel before she’s supposed to fight Sebastian, she gets really hurt and Sebastian panics and rushes her to the hospital wing. They realize they actually like each other and perhaps some love confessions??

You're a real one for this - aka one of my favorite writers 💕 I changed up the request a little to make it more angsty—I still hope you like it 🥹 Also - hey guys! I am new in the Hogwarts Legacy writing community, but I've been known for my James Potter and Remus Lupin fics - along with some other fan favorites.

Warnings: *Not Proofread*, Canon violence (blood, injury, fighting), insecurities, slight dark!seb in this, mentions of gameplay (slight spoiler warning), fem!reader, she/her pronouns, "MC' insert, heavy angst in the beginning and a bittersweet ending (can be left up to interpretation) This is like a complete alternative of what happened in the game. Be warned *insert evil smile*.

Word Count: 2343

Darkness.

That's all she saw in that moment. She could hear her own heartbeat, the blood rushing through her veins, her own slow, shaky, weak breaths as the pain of breathing soon subsided into numbness.

Where did it all go wrong?

The image of his eyes nearly black as the night sky, and that haunting smirk on his face that she grew so fond over.

Fond. Now that was one way to describe. No - she didn't hate him, but he hated her. Her feelings were quite the opposite, that soon behind each bicker and snicker grew a warmth in her chest - a fire that she learned to contain within herself, it would've only been a matter of time till she burnt herself.

Was it love?

It felt like life threw her warnings left, right, and center - that love only causes pain. She didn't think the pain would be so bad to the point where it led to her death. Though, as she slowly accepted the darkness behind her eyelids, she thought... maybe death wouldn't be so bad if it meant escaping the reality of heartbreak. Until she was drawn back out again.

Where did it all go so wrong?

They've been together through so much. He was the only person - besides Professor Fig - who she thought listened to her.

Oh how he listened to her...

"Let me see if I've got this straight. You have Ranrok and Rookwood after you because of something you found at Gringotts - where you ended up via a portkey. You can see traces of ancient magic that you think Ranrok is trying to harness. And now you've been witnessing memories left by 'keepers'? Oh! And this house belonged to a Hogwarts professor - who was one of these 'non-quidditch' keepers - hundreds of years ago." He shifted on his feet. "If I didn't know you - " His smile, it could send her over a million times. " - I'd think you were pulling my leg."

In that moment she couldn't believe her ears - had there really been someone in her life that truly listened to her?

"You're not listening to me!"

"Why would I listen to someone so ignorant?"

She cursed at herself, hearing the slight crack in her voice, and from her vision becoming blurry with tears. "Maybe your uncle was right... you don't know when to stop."

"Oh, I do know when to stop."

It felt like it only got worse after that. He was always disagreeing and trying to start arguments with her. Not thinking before acting. Who once always listened to her soon became a brick wall. Maybe she should've voiced her worries, maybe then she would've been able to salvage the already broken pieces of their friendship.

But, she didn't.

Instead, she chose to turn her back on him and walk away. She chose to avoid him - to ignore him. The number of letters that he sent increased every day when she simply tucked them away without reading them. Her stomach twisted and turned doing so - but it was better than the outcome that most-likely would've happened if she chose to stay.

And when the year ended, winning the battle against Ranrok, losing Professor Fig, she had the slightest sliver of hope that he would've spoken to her - grieved for her - oddly enough, she wanted him to yell at her for being stupid enough to go into such a war without his help. But, he didn't - and she felt foolish for thinking he would.

Would they ever speak again?

"MC, Mister Sallow - up onto the dueling platform," Professor Hecat instructed.

She swore she heard him grumble something under his breath. She noticed how Sebastian's physique changed over the summer after their fifth year. He became taller, his voice got deeper, his eyes became darker, and his skin got paler. Merlin, he looked sickly.

She glanced at him, cautiously before stepping up onto the platform.

She lost. He laughed. How cruel.

"She thinks just because she won a battle against Ranrok, she's the best dueler at the school."

It spread like wildfire.

Lucan was all over it. It seemed as though the two best duelers competing against each other was his way of keeping students engaged in his little 'unsanctioned' club.

It became much bigger than that.

Darkness.

"MC?" she heard a voice call out. "MC?! Wake up!"

"What have you done?"

Time slipped away from her. Seventh year came around, and no progress was made between her and the boy she desired in a way that was almost like a lucid dream. He was right there, she could touch him, feel him if she wanted to - but she knew, if she gave in - she'd wake up.

She didn't want to wake up.

Her own body didn't listen and her eyes cracked open. It was too bright to truly process her surroundings and the pain came back as if she was hit by a train. Her head hurt and it became hard to breathe again.

Why couldn't she breathe?!

Sobs escaped her when she felt something sticky on her hands. She looked down and saw blood soaking through her dueling clothes. She started to hyperventilate.

Hands came to grasp her face and she was met with brown eyes. Not the dark - nearly black - she found herself getting used to. No. Brown. Brown like honey, golden like the sun, melted chocolate she wanted to drown - merlin they were beautiful. Such eyes didn't deserve to hold tears nor look so broken, they deserved to be crinkled by smiling and closed by laughing too hard.

"S-Sebastian?" she called out in a rasp.

He shushed her and ran a hand down her head to soothe her wild, untamed hair. His eyes then widened when he pulled his hand away abruptly to glance down at his fingertips. That's when tears began to fall down his rosy, freckled cheeks. "It'll be okay, we're getting you help, okay?"

She couldn't quite understand him, like she was underwater. She felt dizzy and her eyes were getting heavy again.

"No - no - no, don't close your eyes." He patted her face. "Please, don't close your eyes. I need you to stay awake... help is on their way," he paused. "Stay awake from me."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "Why would I do anything for you anymore?" she whispered.

His face contorted into one that expressed such hurt. "Wh - what?"

"After everything... why do you even care? You hate me."

His eyes widen. "H - Hate you? I never said - "

"Don't lie to me..." she cried. "You - you did this, didn't you?" She grew angry. "And to think I would've given you the world if you had just listened to me!" She struggled to raise her voice causing her to violently cough. "To think I loved you..." Her head rolled and he instinctively readjusted to keep her head steady.

"MC? MC?!" He shook her as he cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry - you're right - it's all my fault - "

"Step aside! Let us through!" Professor Sharp shouted over all the students panicked filled voices.

Professor Weasley, and Professor Hecat followed him.

Sebastian held onto her tight and attempted to wake her up once more. He pressed his fingers to her wrist, but couldn't find anything. Panic struck him like lightning, he leaned down to press his ear to her chest. Her heartbeat barely there. He watched as her skin was losing its color and he suddenly felt sick.

What had he done?

A couple days had passed and MC had not woken up, yet. But, she was alive... surrounded by gifts and 'get well soon' cards. Sebastian hadn't left her side and practically begged the professors to induce a punishment after she had woken. In this moment, he felt the need to be by her side.

The guilt was eating at him alive, already have gotten a lectured from the professors, Ominis, Natty, Poppy, Imelda - Hell, even Lucan was scolding him, adding the point that his club is ruined because of his actions. He couldn't stop thinking about what she said before she knocked out.

She loved him...

That thought sent butterflies throughout his whole body. And Merlin, he wishes she'd wake so he could say it back a million times over between apologies. Loved... Did she still love him? That dawned on him. He gripped her hand tightly in his as the fear crept in - this could be the last chance he has to ever act of feelings rather than insecurities.

When did it all go so wrong? he wondered.

"I love you too," he whispered to her in the dark infirmary. "I've loved you since you beat me in that duel to be honest." He chuckled, dryly. "My new charge." He smiled fondly over the memory. "That day we fought that troll, I must admit I was a little jealous. I wanted to prove to you that I could be your... 'knight in shining armor' as awful as that sounds..." He frowned. "But, you didn't need me. You never needed me." He shook his head. "You are stronger than you know." Tears began to flood his eyes. "I'm sorry I hurt you - I hurt you more times than I can count and - " He swallowed. "It will haunt me everyday pass death. Every time I close my eyes, it's a replay of what I did, a neverending nightmare where I see my reflection of who I've truly become. To the point i can't sleep or eat." He weeped. "Everyone was right. I don't know when to stop. And because of that I lose everyone around me... Maybe my uncle was right about me. Maybe I should just leave and never return." He raised her hand and gently kissed her knuckles. "As much as I'd miss Ominis, and Anne, and you - I'd probably be for the best... I'm just a disaster waiting to happen."

MC began to stir on the bed, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "I did need you, you know," she whispered. "I needed you when it came to Ranrok, and when I lost Professor Fig - you were the only person I truly wanted to be there with me, but you weren't. And part of that is my fault... for so long - I just wanted you, it didn't matter what you had done, but I knew if I went to you my love for you would only grow and I knew that wasn't in the cards for us. You wanted so badly to save Anne, I knew I couldn't fit in there and it would've been selfish fo me to."

"I would've preferred you to be selfish rather than you shut me out."

"I never did such a thing! I tried talking to you but you'd never listen to me."

"Because i was angry - I was angry at where my life had become and who I was becoming and I knew if I opened my mouth I'd ruin everything between us."

"There was nothing between us!"

"I wanted there to be!"

"Well, I guess it didn't matter because look where we are now!"

He pulled his hand away to drag it over his face, using both hands to rub at his eyes. "What went so wrong between us?" he questioned, defeated.

They sat there in silence. It wasn't uncomfortable - but tensions were high. Thoughts coursing through both of their minds at a frantic, overwhelming pace.

MC closed her eyes to try and steady herself mentally. She sighed, "Sebastian I - "

"I want us to start over again, from the very beginning."

She looked rather surprised to hear him blurt out such a thought. "And what? Forget everything that's we've been through together?"

"No, but... we can at least try to move on." He sounded so hopeful. "At least give me a chance."

She laid back in her bed and observed him in silence. The way his eyes were practically pleading her to say yes, to give him relief of what she could tell had been weighing him down for the last two years.

"We'll get it right this time, I promise," he begged and reached out to grab her hand again. His dark circles became more prominent as they were glazed with tears. The moonlight seeping through the windows made him look like a crestfallen angel. "Please."

Her heart squeezed at the sound and sight. With hesitation she spoke, "My name is MC, I started in Hogwarts as a fifth year and crazily enough I can see traces of ancient magic and am known as the 'Hero of Hogwarts' because I defeated Ranrok and ultimately ended the Goblin War."

His smile left her breathless. Weak, yet so powerful. His shoulders lowered drastically with a shaky exhale. "That is a lot to take in... but I wouldn't mind listening to you talk for hours on hand if that's what if takes for you to tell me everything I missed."

"Quite the commitment you're willing to make..." she paused. "And your name is?"

He smiled a little wider. "Sebastian Sallow - and as a note - I am known for committing to something till the end. I don't easily give up."

She returned the smile. "Good to know."

"And to add onto that - I'd wait for you as long as the Earth spins until you are ready to accept me once again as who I once was."

She gave him a rather mocked look of suspicion. "You won't go changing on me, will you?"

He shook his head, hastily. "Never, this - what you see right here - this is what you're getting, nothing else."

She was crying along with him at this moment - but more in relief that she didn't have to carry the burden of her true feelings any long. And she knew - deep down - it would take time, step-by-step opening herself up to him as he would to her. But, she'll consider it yet another quest that she couldn't wait to finish, knowing it'll lead to the next part of their lives together. So, with a soft grin -

"How can I refuse?"

The end.

Should I make a part two - almost like an epilogue?

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Remus Lupin x OC reader

Chapter 1 - Reparo

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Summary: Harry and his friends meet an unlikely duo on their way to Hogwarts. The new DADA professors, personally recruited by Albus Dumbledore himself, have their calm and nostalgic journey spoiled by terrifying creatures that search The Express for who was once their dearest friend.

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notes: here goes the first chapter! I’ve been nurturing this story in my mind for a long, long time and I finally decided to put it into words. It’s my first shot at a quasi-reader insert, so bear with me, please. I also hope this will appease older Harry Potter/Marauders fans that maybe feel like there are not enough adult-centered stories! Hope you’ll like this one, whatever the outcome may be!

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“Who do you think that is?”

A young nasal voice echoed through a small cabin of the Hogwarts Express. The boy nodded towards a large figure curled up in the furthest corner, fully concealed under a ragged tweed robe.

“Professor R.J. Lupin. And Professor H. Lynx, but she’s probably running errands somewhere around the train.”

This time a girl’s voice, clear and confident.

“How is it that you know everything?” the boy hissed, annoyed. The girl just let out a loud sigh.

“There are names on the suitcases, Ronald.”

A small, fluffy animal that rested next to the stranger’s lap slowly opened her eyes, looking around at the new faces that joined the cabin. Her matted fur was curly in some places, the colour almost unidentifiable, except for the silver clumps that peppered her head. And she had a strange vertical scar across the left side of her face. Quite unusual for an ordinary cat.

A pair of big, nearly phosphorescent irises fell on Harry Potter’s green ones and pinned him to the leather seat when he sat down next to her and her…owner? He immediately regretted even thinking of that word because it seemed to irritate her. As if she could read his mind.

For a second it seemed like she narrowed her eyes at him and then looked around the room again, her gaze stopping at the large cluster of ginger fur in front of her. Hermione Granger clutched her pet, Crookshanks, a bit closer to her chest, worried that he might pounce at the strange cat. But when the greying feline softly meowed in his direction, he began purring and buried his squashed face into Hermione’s sweater, clearly content.

“I never thought I’d see a more bizarre excuse for a cat than yours, Hermione, but this one might be a solid contender.” Ron Weasley chuckled, his long freckled nose scrunched. His eyes widened, however, when the cat rested her sight on him, her bored glowing stare burning through his skull.

She elegantly stretched and tucked her tail between her paws, closing her eyes again. She snuggled closer to the stranger’s coat and the group of students jumped when he mindlessly stuck out his hand, petting her head in his sleep before disappearing even deeper into the heavy fabric with a soft snore.

“Do you think he’s really asleep? I have to tell you something.” Harry asked his friends, still uneasy about the cat’s presence.

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The cat was harshly awakened by a strange freezing sensation jolting through her from the tip of her tail. She opened her eyes and immediately jumped on all fours when she realized the lights were out. Two more children were in the cabin now and all of their faces twisted in horror as they were guessing what was going on. It took another jolt of fright before the feline fully came to her senses and realized what was happening. She turned her frizzy head to the sleeping man beside her.

Merlin’s beard. Sorry, Remus.

She dug her claws into the man’s thigh and he sprung up, instinctively reaching for the wand inside his robes. His hair was all tousled and messy from the uncomfortable nap he was indulging in a second ago. His scarred cheek had a rough, fuzzy pattern imprinted on it, from how he rested on his scratchy coat. He was just about to scold the animal when he felt the same wave of frigid dread rush through him. He realized that there were people around him, frightened and defenceless children. They were all chattering in panic, their words shaky and incoherent.

“Quiet!” he hissed, his voice still hoarse from sleep. He gracefully waved his long fingers and a heatless flame sphere appeared in his palm, illuminating his soft, tired features. He turned to the cat with a slightly disappointed expression and she tipped her head as if to apologize for the rude awakening.

She spat out a loud hiss when a large flowing shadow of robes opened the clunky cabin door. It slithered its skinless, slimy fingers around the doorframe and floated in. Its foul breath sounded more like a wheeze, like a razor scratching against a porcelain goblet. The cat hissed again, her ears folded in a perfectly horizontal line, and got ready to pounce, but Remus Lupin held up a finger to stop her. She hesitantly stayed put as he spoke to the creature in a calm and calculated voice, but it didn’t seem to comprehend - or didn’t want to. It moved even further inside and latched its gaze onto Harry, whose chest heaved as if there was an invisible black hole trying to suck him in.

The cat jumped up on the professor’s shoulder with a feral growl and he didn’t even bat an eye, only muttered an incantation, and suddenly, the whole cabin was filled with a bright sparkling glow that illuminated even the smallest cranny. The creature let out a guttural eerie gasp before floating out of sight and in a few moments, the lightbulbs in the room flickered alight again.

The cat looked around the room, now having a proper outlook from the ragged man’s shoulder. He didn’t seem too distraught, he even raised a finger to playfully scratch her chin. She reacted by biting him and throwing him a scowl - well, as much of a scowl as a cat could manage.

“Sorry, Mittens. That was for the claws,” he whispered to her and she scoffed, jumping down on the floor to see…

Harry.

He was passed out and unresponsive as his friends tried to wake him. Remus kneeled next to him and slapped his cheeks a few times. The cat, Mittens, spotted a small red-haired girl shaking in the corner, face puffy and full of tears. She took one last look at Harry before soundlessly walking up to the little one, tickling her cheek with her fluffy tail. She purred as loudly as she could when the child extended her shivering fingers to scratch the silver patch of fur on her head. It seemed to slightly calm the girl down and as Harry opened his eyes, both her and the animal let out a sigh of relief.

“Here, eat this. It’s just chocolate. You’ll feel better.” Remus spoke as he divided pieces of a chocolate bar that he fished out of the depths of his robe. He gave a chunk to each person in the cabin - Hermione, Ron, the tall chubby boy with protruding ears they called Neville, and the redhead girl, Ginny.

His voice was as velvety and sweet as the candy he was handing out.

He offered a triangle to the cat with a big smirk and Harry could swear he saw her roll her eyes. The boy reluctantly took a piece from the professor when he faced him, still unsure if it was safe to eat. The cat silently meowed in contentment, making the little redhead smile through all the sniffling.

“What was that…thing?” Harry asked, slowly sitting back up on the seat with Neville’s help.

“That was a Dementor, Harry. One of the Azkaban guards. They were searching for Sirius Black.” the professor calmly stated, his expression as blank as an empty sheet of parchment. Yet the cat could decipher the slightest strain in his voice when he mentioned the name. He then rose and cleared his throat, breaking off a small piece of the chocolate bar for himself. He put the rest of the package on the empty spot next to Harry and smiled at everyone.

“Now if you’ll excuse us. We’ve got to have a word with the driver,” he apologized with a curt nod and the cat gave the small girl one last nudge before setting off.

When he walked out of the door, he tutted at her, as most people would do to catch a cat’s attention. She stopped in her tracks, staring at his smug grin. Then she jumped up on his shoulder again and smacked his head with her clawed paw a few times. He stifled a giggle and faced the inside of the cabin once more, meeting all the confused and shaken faces.

“I truly didn’t poison the chocolate. Eat, you’ll feel better,” he repeated and took a bite of his piece before disappearing into the corridor.

The cat gave his face another smack and he laughed again, slowing down for a second when they finally walked past an empty cabin. The cat hopped down and sneaked inside. He looked around to see if anyone was outside, but it seemed like all passengers were still too terrified to walk out.

“You couldn’t just wake me up by tapping my hand, could you?” he muttered and stood there with folded arms, his lanky and towering figure leaning against the door that led to the next wagon. The cat didn’t walk back out, however. Instead, the door flew open and a woman’s head popped out. Instead of whiskers, she had a mop of wild hair on her head, pinned up into a messy chignon with a long wooden hairpin. Her locks were threaded with prematurely grey strands, the base colour as strange and uncertain as the feline’s fur.

She straightened the tweed vest under her jacket and brushed off a few spare cat hairs that rested on the shoulders of her shabby moss-green robe. The only thing that stayed the same were the eyes that seemed to glow when the light hit the right spot. And the single vertical scar running from her forehead to her cheek. Her pupils were still just thin slits, piercing Remus through and through, eyebrows knitted in an annoyed scowl.

“You could’ve spared me the chin scratches, idiot.” she spat the words at him, now in a human, female voice. Her pupils slowly got wider before finally rounding up to a normal shape. Remus snorted and opened the door for her, ruffling her hair as she walked past him.

“You know me, Mittens, I just couldn’t help myself. And you should trim your claws.” he simply stated as he followed her and handed her the rest of his chocolate. She threw it in her mouth and angrily chomped on it.

“And you should trim your tongue, preferably right at the base so I don’t have to listen to you. I’m not-“

“You’re not my pet, blah blah. We could’ve slept the whole way through if those things didn’t stick their fingers in a train full of children,” he muttered grumpily, trying to change the subject. After all, they just met him. A few seconds of silence passed between them, and only the confused muffled voices of the students echoed through the corridor as they walked by each cabin.

“Did you see his eyes?”

Hesperia’s voice cracked and she turned around at her old friend, sudden tears twinkling in her eyes. He gave her a melancholic smile.

“Did you see his nose? He’s like a textbook copy of Prongs. And the Longbottom boy! His ears are exactly like Frank’s.” he continued, his eyes lighting up when she enthusiastically nodded.

“I still can’t believe it.” her voice fell into a soft whisper and she looked ahead again when she stumbled over the peeling brown carpet on the ground.

“Merlin, did they ever glue this thing?” she cursed under her breath and swiftly reached to the inside of her robe, taking out a long, slender cherry wand.

“Reparo!” she muttered and the carpet straightened with a puff of dust, now perfectly adhered to the ground. She tucked her wand back somewhere into the layers of cloth and continued.

“Bloody hell, he looked like a beanpole, though. Not that James was ever a mountain of muscles, it’s just…I just hope the muggles weren’t starving him, that’s all. He lived under a staircase, for Godric’s sake.”

Remus hummed.

“Well, at least we know he’ll eat enough when we arrive at the feast.” he sighed, his upset stomach flipping at the thought of food. It was as if she could hear the wheels turning in his head because she turned around at him again, now with a concerned frown.

“Did you rest at all?”

“I tried. I slept like a log but…”

He fell silent.

“I know. It’s okay, the first night is always the worst, right? You’ll sleep better when we get there. I promise.” she gave him the softest of smiles and the terrible pit in his stomach melted.

She was like that. A few words and he felt weightless.

“I, for one, hope there will be pumpkin puffs. Merlin, I haven’t had a proper pastry in months. Excuse me, sorry, thank you.” she muttered repeatedly when they entered another wagon, now trying to navigate her steps between clusters of seventh-years that surrounded her from all sides. They finally came out of their cabins to find out what was happening. Both professors were being followed by all the eyes in the corridor.

It was uncommon for adults to travel by the Express. And they stuck out even more, as their robes certainly weren’t in the best shape. When they finally reached the driver’s cabin, Hesperia turned around and reached up to tame her friend’s hair as there were still strands sticking out all over since the moment he woke up. She couldn’t stop the patchy blush creeping up her cheeks when he answered to her touch with a warm smile, something she should’ve been used to after twenty years by his side.

“I knock, you speak,” she whispered and softly hit her knuckles against the mahogany door. Then she quickly sneaked around him and hid behind his back, giving him a light shove. He stumbled forward and chuckled.

“As if it was ever the other way around.”

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Break Past Fear | Remus Lupin

Warning: Talks about depression, Teacher/Student Relationship, nothing explicit

A/N: This is part two of a smaller imagine ‘Bring The Warmth In My Heart’ so make sure to check it out! There will be a part three because I’m hooked on this and I have a few more ideas.

PART ONE

"I'm alright."

You had said it again and again, like your very own prayer, hoping that chanting it time after time might make you believe it.

But he knew just as well as you did that it was far from the truth.

"I know you're not. But no one said you have to be."

Afternoon teas had become a regular thing between the two of you. Soft-spoken words over sweet, honeyed tea and plenty of biscuits - sometimes accompanied by the pleasant hum of Remus' muggle records.

Whatever the case, there always seemed to be those moments falling perfectly into place - perhaps a touch here and there but he never let it linger too long for Merlin knows where it would take you from there.

Your hands touched at times when reaching for the sugar or the ivory napkins that matched your tea set so perfectly, but he'd always pull away as if the contact scorched his skin.

It did in a way.

Touching you always burned with bittersweet pleasure and left him aching for more - as much as he would never admit it. Voices rang inside his head telling him to stop, save what's left of his sanity before he's in too deep into this abyss.

But never has a heart submitted to mere logic and his case was no exception.

He'd always come back to you, a chocolate in hand and a bashful smile gracing his scarred face. He'd come.

“Why so sorrowful? You’re young, you’re clever and you’ve got a whole future ahead of you. If anything, you should be the one celebrating life.”

“That’s the problem. I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to celebrate. I don’t know why I’m like this, I just can’t-“ new tears flooded your eyes and you blinked furiously to keep them from dropping.

“It’s alright, I understand. You don’t have to try and explain.”

“Do you really?”

Remus smiled at your innocent question and flattened the hair on your head with his palm.

“Of course I do. It’s a tough life; in and out of this school. But you should try and focus on the nice things – the ones that make me happy.”

“I don’t know what makes me happy anymore.”

“That’s fine too. We’ll just have to take it step by step. All you have to do is name one thing. One little thing that makes you happy, huh? I’m sure you can do that.”

Your eyes slid shut at his words and you nodded slowly, resting your weight back on the wall as you so desperately searched your mind for pretty much anything. Anything that brought joy to your veins and made your heart flutter with pleasure.

“Take your time, dear.”

His words were muffled when you were so lost in your thoughts, but still loud enough for you to hear them and you couldn’t deny the amount of solace they brought to your soul.

Releasing a deep breath, you turned back to him with eyes wide open and the smallest of smiles on your tear-stained face.

“A sunny day; not too hot nor too cold. Just warm enough to give me that bubbly feeling at the pit of my stomach.”

He nodded in understanding, smiling at the tone of longing in your voice and the child-like wonder that gleamed inside your eyes.

“What else?”

Another breath and your eyes closed again at their own accord.

“The beach. I’ve never been there but it sounds so beautiful.”

He laughed then –a breathy laugh- and you smiled at the wonderful sound that you had managed to cause.

“All it takes to make you happy is some sand and salt water?”

You hummed and shrugged your shoulders, “I’m not sure why but I just like the idea.”

In your mind, the beach was freedom.

 All you wanted to do and were always forbidden.

Places you wanted to go but never reached.

People you wished to love but never got to.       

The beach was a representation of everything you craved and he realized that.

“And do those things no longer make you happy?”

“I'm not sure what does anymore. Everything I do seems idle, pointless. I want to be outside and taste the sun but my feet can't take me there. My heart aches for my friends but I can no longer face them. I want to touch the grass but my fingers feel so nimble, I think it would just slip."

It became some sort of ritual – all of it. He’d find you hidden in your beloved astrology tower and join you with a smile and a fluttering heart or you’d visit him there instead; the latest cookies you made served in a sparkling silver tray that would be empty by the end of the day.

Every time he’d ask you the same thing; each time receiving a different answer and smiling to hear you open your heart to me like it was nothing.

‘What makes you happy?’

This one day you asked him the very same thing, snapping him out of his daze and making his hand drop from the beautiful teacup it was so slowly tracing.

“What about you?”

“What makes me happy?” he watched as you nodded and smiled while you brought the cup to your lips and took a slurp only to quickly set it back down when you felt the hot liquid burning your tongue and making you whimper in pain.

Remus laughed at the way your nose wrinkled – a habit of yours when you were annoyed or frustrated that he had quickly pinpointed along with a million other quirks he held so dear to his heart.

Still, he answered you.

“I like the smell of rain, I think. Especially so when I’m safe inside and close to a fire. That’s the proper way to spend a rainy day if you ask me.”

You smiled in acknowledgement and pulled your cardigan over the shoulders, sinking in to the cashmere fibers and letting them swallow you whole.

“I like rain too. It smells rather nice and it always leaves the gardens looking revived in a way, don’t you think?”

A frown formed on his dark brows but he couldn’t keep the smile tugging at his lips. Excitement in your voice was a rarity nowadays and he cherished it.

Some days were good. Remus would catch a glimpse of you in the gardens and simply follow you around from the shadows. 

He could always tell when your thoughts were nice for they shone out of your face like sunbeams and framed your head like the halo that you so deserved.

Sunlight suited you, he had decided. The way it bleached your hair and kissed your lovely skin. You belonged there - along with all other flowers - and happiness bloomed in his chest with your every smile.

On your good days, he almost forgot what your tear-streaked face looked like and what sadness your eyes had held the night before.

When you attended his class, ocean coloured eyes followed your every move, watching you like a hawk and marvelling at the immaculate beauty that joy brought to your face.

He told himself he was just checking - making sure you're doing well.

And you were. Or at least you seemed so.

Still, you went to him. On your good days when spring unleashed itself inside your heart and your poisonous thoughts disappeared, you still went to him.

Your steps were lighter then and so was your voice - he could see it radiate from head to toe. On your good days, he didn't ask the usual question.

He thought it was best not to press on the matter and instead you'd talk about anything and everything else. Music you liked and poetry favourites. 

Remus couldn't care less what the subject was as long as he heard the gentle humming of your voice as you spoke. You could very well be cursing him and he wouldn't tell, for he always lost himself in your every word.

Other times you just resigned in silence, but he was fine with that too.

The fire crinkled in the background and warmed the room impossibly on this tepid spring day, yet Remus always found it comforting to be drowning in warmth rather than the freezing atmosphere that his shed of a home would provide.

You both resigned in peaceful silence that evening - simply enjoying the taste of the peppermint tea and the softness of each other's breathing.

He studied your movements for a while. Your one hand was clutching the teacup close to your lips while the other seemed to trace random patterns on the hardcover book he'd just presented you with.

'The Old Man And The Sea'.

Never heard of it, for sure, but your faith was blind when it came to the professor's tastes. You'd read the entire Holy Bible should he suggest so.

The soft whistle of his kettle was enough to break that silence and soon he was appearing with a new batch of tea. Curiosity plagued your mind as to why he didn't simply use his magic for such mundane things but you thought it better not to ask.

Instead, you accepted his silent offer with a smile and allowed him to pour you more tea - barely missing the way your hands brushed as he did so. 

A rosy pink dusted Remus' scarred cheeks but you blamed it on the beverage instead, or perhaps his choice of sweater that was definitely too warm for this time of the year.

The professor sat uncomfortably, shifting and twisting in his chair like a frustrated child, but you were too lost in your thoughts to take notice.

Your head leaned back on the wine coloured leather of his armchair and he took this opportunity to stare. Take in the image of your hair that gathered behind your head like a makeshift pillow and the daze in your eyes as they stayed glued to the plain chandelier.

What they were searching for exactly, he could not tell. Perhaps you were admiring the dim light or perhaps your gaze simply fell there while your mind wandered into unknown lands like it did so often.

Whatever it was you were thinking, he was sure it was brilliant for such a beautiful mind could ever think of brilliant things - no matter how peculiar.

"Have you ever been to the muggle world, professor?"

There it is.

"More times than I can count. May I ask why?"

You hummed and fixed your position to look at him.

"Is it nice there?"

"I... Well, it depends on what place we're talking about. The muggle world is incredibly vast."

"What about the places you've been in?"

Remus smiled and placed his cup back on the small table between the two of you. 

"I can't say I've seen the most beautiful of places, but there are some that are very intriguing, yes."

You hummed again - this time mindlessly and it confused him so greatly not to be able to read your expression. 

"And the people?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are they nice? My father always says that muggles are hostile and unpredictable but Mother doesn't quite agree with him. She thinks it's wrong to label people as if they're all the same."

He smiled again, feeling the warmth spread in his heart at the sweetness of your being and the love that laced your voice when you mentioned your parents.

"Your mother is right. Not all muggles are hostile, just like not every wizard is innocent and righteous. We're all humans after all and humans have one great flaw; fear.”

"How is fear a flaw? It's supposed to be there to protect us. If it weren't for our fears, we'd do dangerous things and put our lives at risk all the time."

"You're right, fear is important. But not when you allow it to guide your life. Humans, muggle or not, have always been suppressed by fear and led to inexplicable behaviours. Hate, discrimination, prejudice - they're all results of our fear if you really think about it. We seek safety for us and our loved ones so badly that we start to believe that everything else is nothing but a danger to be eliminated."

Remus stopped there, closing his mouth as if to keep the rest inside for Merlin knows where this would take him should he speak another word. These were delicate matters for sure and even if he trusted your kind intentions, he still greatly feared to give away his problem.

Not to his poor, innocent student. Not to you.

He only watched as you shifted position again, this time resting your head on your hands as you leaned towards him in what he could only translate as pure interest in all he was saying.

"What about you, professor? Are you not afraid?"

"Of course I am. Everyone is, dear. It can be something material or a mere possibility but whatever the case, there's always something to be afraid of and it differs from person to person. Here; just name one thing that comes to mind when I say the word 'fear'. What do you fear the most?"

Silence fell with the last of his words and he simply looked at you waiting. Your face contorted in a grimace as if you were in deep thought and he admired the way your brain seemed to lose contact with the rest of your body when you thought and acted all on its own.

And then you found it. What you feared most because it seemed your head was always attacking your heart and all you could do was wish for it to be over.

"My mind."

Then there were the bad days. The bad days when your heart broke more with each step and you could barely leave your bed despite your friends' desperate efforts to motivate you otherwise.

On your bad days, he knew.

Every thought was a battle and every breath was a war that he wished to fight by your side, but he did not know how. 

He watched you take deep breaths before you spoke because tears had pooled in your eyes and you had lost all control of your body like a mere marionette in the hands of your poisonous mind.

He had felt pain before, thousands of times, whether it be physical pain ragging through his weary body after a full moon, or emotional one through all the heartbreak he had suffered through the years.

But never this kind of pain. 

He'd never felt the pain of a withering soul and for that, he was thankful, yet at the same time angry given that someone like you had to feel it instead.

Those were the days when he came to you first. He'd hunt you down the entire school if he had to, but he'd always come.

He'd find you hidden in an empty classroom and join you with a bowed head as if he curtsied to the greatness that was you. 

His nimble hands would take hold of the book resting open in your lap - most times one he'd given you himself - and throw it on the hardwood floor instead before taking his place next to your trembling body.

On those days, he wasn't your professor anymore. He was another wounded soul trying to pull you from your misery and back into the colourful world where you belonged - his world.

He let his touches linger more and his body rest closer because he hoped that maybe all you needed was to sit in silence while you listened to the muffled chatter from outside and the sound of his soft breathing.

He hoped that maybe you could lay on the floor and quell your thoughts while sitting in the quiet, or maybe, just maybe, he could hold you.

Perhaps that'd take some of your pain away and work like a salve over your soul when his words could never be of consolation.

He truly hoped that it would, yet he couldn't find it in his heart to show that bravery. And thus his hands only ever reached your arms and he could barely gather the courage to do so much as to tuck your hair back and wipe your eyes that he had come to cherish like jewels.

That was until you were the one to break past that fear and your delicate arms that shook with such fervour came to wrap around his middle like he was your lifeline, which he was.

That night he was a victim of fear himself but you had broken right past it, right past the things that were holding him back.

You had broken right past it and nestled yourself in his arms with your face buried in that lovely cashmere sweater and his lips on your head.

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Requests: by anon Could you please write professor Lupin x reader where the reader is depressed and his student at Hogwarts and he helps her with her depression and then they fall in love with each other?

@isidoraxbello WHAT I NEED MORE OMG WHY ARE U LIKE THIS 

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AHHH if u could do a Remus x reader one where he is super animalistic/goes into a rut when it’s close to the full moon I will DIE of happiness

Hello beautiful!! Thank you for your request, I hope you like what I did with it <3 xx 

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader. Rough sex, d/s, dirty talk, pet names and name calling.

Remus shoves you into his room roughly, turning to lock the door before he focuses his attention on you once more. He’s eyeing you hungrily, with a dark intensity you’d never quite seen from him before.

“Strip.” He commands, voice leaving no room for argument. You rush to comply, taking off your shirt and pulling down your skirt, stepping out of it. You look back up at Remus. He only raises a brow. “Completely.” He growls. Heat rushes to your face, but you reach around to unhook your bra despite your embarrassment. You let it fall off your shoulders and land at your feet. Then you pull down your panties as you had your skirt, stepping out of them.

Remus stalks towards you like a predator would his prey, eyes scanning the expanse of your exposed body. You shiver under his intense gaze.

“Look at you, darling. So pretty. All for me, hm?” His voice is low and possessive, causing another shiver to roll through you.

“Yes, Remus, all for you.” You respond softly, cheeks heating up more as he looks you over. He continues towards you, and soon close enough that you’re sure he can hear the rapid thumping of your heart. He leans down so his lips are next to your ear.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” He murmurs, breath ghosting over your neck. You shake your head, trembling with anticipation. His hand comes up to grip your jaw tightly, turning your head to face him. His hungry eyes bore into yours.

“I’m going to ravage you, my little bunny.” He growls. You’re given no time to react as he releases your face, his hands going to your waist. He lifts you up easily, slinging you over his shoulder, and you release a surprised yelp at the manhandling. He turns his head to bite your hip as he carries you over to the bed, eliciting a gasp from you.

He tosses you down onto the bed, eyes glued to your bouncing tits as you land on your back. Then he’s quickly back on you, kissing your lips with a desperate ferver more intense than you’d ever known from him. He separates from you for only briefly to pull his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the floor beside the bed. As soon as it’s off his lips are on yours again, and his hands come up to your breasts. You moan into his mouth at the feeling of his large hands roughly kneading the flesh.

He pulls away slightly, giving you the opportunity to gasp out a quiet “please, Remus.” He growls at your neediness, and you feel a hand leave your breast to work open the fly of his pants. You bring your hands up to his chest, running them over the warm expanse of lean muscle and scarred skin.

Suddenly you feel the blunt head of a cock against your entrance, Remus beginning to run it teasingly through your slick folds. You release a breathy whine, looking up from his chest with wide, pleading eyes.

“Such a good girl, all wet and ready for my cock. Do you want it, bunny? Want me to fuck your little cunt?” His voice is rough and slightly teasing as he looks down at you. You nod eagerly.

“Yes, Remus, please fuck me.” Hearing you beg tears a guttural sound from Remus’s throat, and he slams into you in one hard thrust. You cry out, hands grasping at the muscle of his pecks as his large cock stretches you.

His movements are slow and deep, his face tight with the effort not to pound into you. Despite his display thus far, you can tell Remus is still holding back, worried about hurting you. You decide to take matters into your own hands.

You bring your hands down to his waist and pull him closer to you, rocking your hips against his at a quick pace. “Fucking fuck me, Remus! I’m not made of glass!” You snap. You instantly notice how your words set his eyes ablaze, his resolve shattering. He growls.

“You asked for it, bunny.” He grabs your wrists, collecting them in one hand and slamming them down on the bed above your head. He holds them there in a bruising grip as his hips speed up, jackhammering in and out of you. You moan at the rough treatment, writhing beneath him. His free hand returns to squeeze your tit.

“Is this hard enough for you, slut?” You moan at his words, pussy tightening around his length. He growls. “You like that? You like when I call you slut?” You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head, pleasure coursing through you at both the physical and mental stimulation.

“Such a dirty bunny.” He breathes out, intently watching your blissed-out expression. You let out a loud moan, feeling yourself climb towards your first orgasm.

“Remus, I-” your warning is cut of by a gasp as Remus hits your g-spot particularly hard.

“I know, bunny, I feel ya’ squeezin’ me. Come.” He commands. You raise your hips, wrists pulling against his hold as you twist and moan. You’re quickly sent over the edge, hips stuttering up to meet his as he pounds you through your release.

You’re still panting, trying to recover, when Remus speeds up to a truly animalistic pace. You keen, arms tugging futilely in his grip. “Remus-”

“Shh” his low growl interrupts your pleading whine. “You can come again, I know you can.” He continues his brutal pace, balls slapping against your ass as he buries himself deep inside you with each thrust. Your wide eyes meet his, and he grins. “You said you wanted me to fuck you, little bunny, and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” He raises an eyebrow, almost daring you to argue. You throw your head back with a groan of defeat.

He keeps it up for what must be nearly twenty minutes, cock driving in and out of you rapidly, pace barely faltering. He reduces you to a moaning, sweaty mess below him, squirming fervidly in his tight hold. Eventually, though, you notice his hips begin to stutter and his breath hitch, sure signs that his stamina is wearing thin. Your suspicions are confirmed when you feel his hand leave your breast, snaking down to thumb circles over your clit.

You cry out at the extra stimulation, hips bucking. Remus leans down, sucking hickies just below your ear. You feel yourself barreling towards your second release. You know Remus is right there with you, his warm breath rapid against your skin.

“I’m gonna come.” he grits out in a strained whisper. “Come with me.” You moan, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Remus lets out a guttural growl as your cunt spasms around him. He clamps his teeth on your shoulder in a harsh bite as he drives his cock deep into you one more time. You feel the warmth of his cum release inside you, your pussy still pulsing as your orgasm slowly fades.

“Such a good girl.” Remus murmurs, voice breathless. He releases his hold on your wrists, bringing his hand down to pet soothingly through your messy head of hair. You move your hands, pressing your palms against his chest, his firm body grounding your foggy post-coital mind.

He slips out of you and you wince slightly, your cunt swollen and swore. He cups your jaw, worried eyes meeting yours.

“I’m sorry, was I too rough?” He asks, concern lacing his tone. You shake your head, giving him a blissful smile.

“Not at all. That was fantastic.” You breathe out, still feeling floaty. Remus smiles adoringly down at you, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. 

“Mm, such a dirty little bunny.” 

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no goodbyes | remus lupin

Ship: Remus Lupin x Reader Summary: Leaving Hogwarts and his position as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was hard enough, but leaving you was another thing all together Word Count: 1.7k+ Warnings: Self deprecation, a shitty world, and a surprisingly light amount of angst Author’s Note: Gender not specified/gender neutral. This turned out cuter than I expected tbh... This is for the wonderful wednesday writing challenge that @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape​ organise! The prompt is linked here because spoilers!

There was something bittersweet about returning home for Remus Lupin.

His family home was small and cramped, but soft and warm, filled with reminders of those who were no longer there. Family, friends, it seemed nothing truly lasted in his life, and that only felt more true as he returned now, before the end of term, before he had intended.

Another job lost to his condition.

Somehow the sting of it didn't cut as deep anymore, but then he'd been dealing with the same prejudice for over twenty-five years now, perhaps he was just getting used to it, he thought with a somewhat amused scoff.

He could understand the letters that had swarmed the school the morning the truth had been revealed, he could understand the fear the student's parents had at the thought of him teaching their children. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

And yet, that wasn't anywhere near the most painful part of leaving.

Harry had been disappointed, hell, he looked near heartbroken to see his favourite professor was packing up after all they had gone through in the past few days. And he understood the pain, he really did. The boy had no connection to his parents, and just as he had found two, both were stripped from him.

He would have to try and stay in contact with him, just as soon as he was able to track down Sirius, that is.

Sirius...

The man he had believed capable of betrayal for so many years.

The man he had once called brother, and now- what was he now? Could they go back to the friendship they once had after so much distrust? He could only hope so.

Perhaps there was some good to come from this year after all.

But the moment that thought filled his mind, another face filled his mind.

He had never expected to meet a kindred spirit when he took on the job. He had been determined to keep somewhat to himself, to do his job and make no waves. He hadn't expected you.

The laughter and joy, the late nights that had started out with marking homework together and soon dissolved into simply enjoying one another's company. There was an ease with you that he could not remember ever feeling before.

Even when there was no time, there was still something.

It had started so simply. A book was lent, a note slipped into it. Thoughts shared on a scrap of paper as it was returned.

It soon turned into a pattern.

Books were found with the purpose of being for the other, as you each excitedly awaited the day they would find it back to their gifter's desk, with a simple note which would hint at a long conversation that would come whenever they found the chance.

It was such a soft and gentle thing, and it was yours. 

And then there was the moment, only hours earlier, when you had walked into his office, with his book in hand. Your smile refused to meet your eyes, eyes that seemed to hint at a torrent of emotions that were pulled back. There was so much to say, so much he wished he could say, but how could he?

The truth was out, and it didn't matter that you had been there at his side regardless of the fact you had known from the moment he started working by your side. It didn't matter that you had been there the day after every moon, chocolate and pain potions in your bag as you simply sat with him, reading to him when he wanted company, or working silently at his desk when he needed to rest.

It wasn't just about your beliefs now.

Even if, by some miracle, you felt the same way he did, the world would never allow it. You would receive all the hell and prejudice that he needed to protect you from. His love could never be enough to make up for a world of hate. Could it?

He had held back, trying to appear as though his heart wasn't breaking as he realised this was the end.

There would be no more soft conversations or raucous laughter, no more working together as you each complained about the illegible handwriting of student's work.

This would be the last time you entered his office, as this would be the last time it would be his office. 

And the book in your hands, his book, would be the last one passed between you.

There was a sadness in your gaze as you looked him up and down, taking in each new mark with the same concern you showed every month, and it stole any words from his mind. How could he find something to say when someone as wonderful as you stood before him?

Your mouth had barely opened before a noise startled you both from behind. His classroom room was pushed open in a hurry, and he glanced down at the open map before him to confirm his suspicions. Harry was not about to let him leave that easily either.

Another broken smile filled your features as you turned away from the doorway to face him once more, and then you were walking forwards.

He felt as though he had been hit with the strongest of stunning spells as he simply watched, unable to convince his legs to move, or his arms to wrap you up and hold you against him as he longed to do. No, he simply watched silently as you placed the book down on his desk with a tenderness that seemed to cut through him.

And when your eyes met his, there was so much there, so much hidden in silence, that he never got a chance to explore.

Harry was at the door, and you were retreating already.

He wanted to follow, trapped in your aura, desperate to never leave you. But Harry needed this too, and as you turned to give him a single nod, he did his best to reconcile that this was the only goodbye he would get from the one he loved in secret.

Funny how he hadn't thought to look at the book after that. 

It had gone into his bag almost automatically as he spoke with the desperate boy, but even his subconscious had him holding it carefully, as if somehow he could retain your touch through the book itself.

Now, as he stood with bags in hand in the small cottage of his childhood, it was as though nothing were more important than finding that book and clinging to it.

Clothing and nick nacks were pushed aside as he searched the bag for the precious item, and he sighed with relief as the feel of familiar worn leather touched his skin.

A book on herbology, of all things. 

He hadn't even realised he had it before you had found it upon his shelves, and raised it with a tilted head, silently asking if you could borrow it.

Herbology was never a strength of his, and it turned out you were similarly lacking in talent in that department, yet you had taken it with a smile, soft and gentle. A smile that had him realising he would do anything to ensure that smile existed all the more often.

Now, the odd book seemed to be more important than any other, even if it still made little sense to him.

He couldn't help but treasure it as he ran a hand over the cover, staring at it in wonder.

Had you enjoyed it? Had you found it just as confusing as he had?

Now he would never get the chance to discuss it with you, your meetings abruptly ending with the sudden termination of his position.

He couldn't help but wonder, had you left a note in this book? Perhaps something small, a jest about the author's name fitting the topic suspiciously well.

It was with a certain trepidation that he opened the front cover.

What if there was nothing to be found? What if you had decided that after everything that had happened, you didn't even want to do this? What if that was why you had not said goodbye?

No. He was placed in Gryffindor for a reason, and opening a book was not going to be the thing that stopped him in his tracks.

The cover fell open, and he held his breath as he took in the small post-it note that sat right there, with your familiar script staring back at him.

It was a short note, shorter than most, but even the sight of that had him smiling to himself.

If you want to know my thoughts, you're going to have to meet me at The Leaky Cauldron for lunch the day after school lets out.

I'll understand if you don't want to

x

The huff of laughter that escaped him almost surprised him. But then, he should have known better than to doubt you. You had made it clear from the start that his condition wasn't something that would ever scare you off, going so far as to threaten him with a hex should he ever imply it again.

He should have known better, should have had faith in you.

Perhaps losing his job wasn't the end of everything, perhaps this was just another chapter in his life, and you would remain a steady character, if he would be lucky enough to keep you as a friend.

The note would be treasured, he knew that even now as he unstuck it from the front page, careful not to crease the proof of your unyielding loyalty.

But as he lifted it he noticed something else.

Light shone through the thin paper from the warmth of the fireplace, hinting at more dark ink on the other side.

There, in a slightly more shaky handwriting, but one that was undeniably still yours, held another message.

P.S. I never told you, but I was falling in love.

For the first time in a long time, Remus Lupin felt excited for the school holidays. The end of term could not come fast enough. After all, he had to discuss some notes shared in a book.

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Imagine: finding out your new professor is, alike you, a werewolf

Fandom: Harry Potter

Tags/themes: comfort, professor Remus Lupin, student/teacher platonic relationship

Your heart’s beating as if it wants to jump out of your chest when the class comes to an end. You wish you could postpone the conversation, but first full moon of this school year happens next week. All of the teachers know about your condition and how it might lead to you to skipping classes for a day or two.

There’s only one person that should know but still doesn’t – Remus Lupin, your new DADA professor. And now you have to tell him. You know he’s friendly towards all the students, but talking to him about your possible absences (together with thinking about what causes them) stresses you out nonetheless.

You wait for all other students to leave the room. Soon everyone is gone; the only people to stay are you and the teacher sitting behind the desk and scribbling something on the piece of parchment. You approach him, saying:

‘I’m sorry, professor?’

He raises his head and smiles at you.

‘Yes, Y/N?’

It feels nice to know he already remembers your name. Slightly encouraged, you explain:

‘I wish I didn’t have to say that, but I will probably not come to your classes next week.’

You can’t help but expect being scolded or something. Instead Lupin just smiles at you again and responds:

‘Don’t worry about that, Y/N, you will be excused. Full moon can be tough, I know.’

You thank him and turn around, ready to leave. It takes you a second to realise what he implied. When you look back at him, he’s not smiling anymore, but he’s giving you a look – you can sense it – full of emphaty.

‘How did you know it’s about full moon, professor?’

‘Oh, the head of your house might have mentioned something about it being a hard time for you. Besides, I’m a werewolf too.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, really. Since I was a child. I know it’s lonely sometimes, but we’ll get through it, right?’

‘Right...’

You know it’s probably a good moment to go, but you can’t move. You just stand there and stare at the ground. You feel the tears in your eyes.

Professor stands up and puts his hand on your arm reassuringly.

‘I assume you never knew anyone else who’s a werewolf.’

You nod your head, afraid to respond in a shaking voice. He lets out a short sigh and says:

‘I wish I could tell you it gets better. It doesn’t, not much. But I’m sure you have people in your life that will stay by your side despite you being a werewolf, even if they aren’t ones themselves, or you will find them soon. And that makes it a bit... less lonely. This time I will be with you, okay?’

‘Okay.’

‘Good. Now go and have some rest, I’m sure you need it.’

‘Thank you, professor.’

Lupin gives you one last smile and sits behind the desk again as you exit the classroom. You never really expected to meet another werewolf, let alone it being your new DADA professor, but the thought of not being completely alone this time and having found someone who actually relates to your experience is quite comforting.

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Promise

T.w: some might think Ben is being s stubborn jackass

Ben sat in his chair, well the chair he usually sat in when he was at the OOP HQ, and the only thing that survived the attack. He contemplated all that was going to happen that night, try and picture all of the ifs and buts, trying to see every outcome that could come of it. He still didn’t know what he would do, especially if Bellatrix showed her face, but he did know where he had to go. The plan was simple, get Harry and fly home as fast as possible. Death eaters made it complicated.

An attack is expected tonight, Ben and Harry were the main targets, but Harry was the bigger target. No one knew exactly but, it’s expected that Ben would be killed, and Harry captured. So, Ben sat and wondered what would happen, and what he would be saying goodbye to if this was his last night.

In an attempt to clear his mind, he pulled out his pocketknife and began carving on the block of Rosewood Ginny had gifted him. He wanted to make a small horse, inspired by Ginny’s Patronus.

“Are you ok?” he looked up from what he was doing and smiled at Hermione who just sat down next to him.

“I’m fine, just, thinking about today.” He didn’t look up he just kept carving. Feeling how the knife scraped away on the block of wood.

“Mm, sure, except that you only make that face when something bothers you so what’s wrong?” she placed her legs on top of Ben’s and crossed her arms waiting for him to respond.

“You know what the mission is tonight, you understand it fully.” He straightened a little, so he didn’t accidentally cut her.

“Yes, the question is do you understand it?” Hermione laughed thinking Ben was just joking around, trying to help her relax, as he always did.

“Yes, I do know, you understand, Harry is our main priority.” He said still not looking at her.

“Where are you going with this?” She removed her legs from him, sitting closer to him.

“No matter what happens to me, I need you to keep going, I want you to promise me you’ll keep going.” Her smile faded completely, understanding what he meant.

“Ben, you know I can’t do that, tonight is going to be dangerous, we need to have each other’s back.”

“I know the risks, please promise me, whatever happens you won’t look back, you’ll keep going and stay safe.” His voice cracked, and his hands stopped moving, but he still didn’t look at her, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Ben, you have to think this rati-“Ben dropped the knife and wood and looked at her, eyes wet and nose red from trying to hold his tears back.

“I’ve done my thinking, I know what I’m asking, no matter what happens to me, doesn’t even matter if I’m falling from the sky and you think you can save me, I don’t want you to come back for me!” He looked away from her.

Hermione sat there, not sure what to say or do. He stood up trying to walk out of the room, but she caught up to him before he did, she grabbed his hand and pulled him to her, spinning him around to face her.

“I will not promise I won’t do anything to help you, if there is a slight chance, I could keep you here with me for even a little longer, I will take it and I will fight for it, don’t ask me to let you die because I simply can’t do that.” He ran his thumb on his bracelet, the one she had gifted him all those years ago. The fact is Ben didn’t want to die, but he was prepared to do everything that is necessary to keep anyone else he cares for from dying.

“I know what I’m saying isn’t something you want to hear, but… I… please Hermione, I can’t lose you too.” He grabbed her other hand and looked into her eyes. That’s when she understood.

“Ok…” she whispered, as she placed her forehead on his chest, tears fell from her eyes, and she hugged him tighter than ever.

“But you have to promise me you will do everything in your power to stay alive.” He knew he couldn’t keep that promise but he accepted anyway, knowing she would be calmer if he did, when in reality he was getting ready if worst came to worst.

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I know it's not that long but the next one is pretty big so be sure to wait out for it!!

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Remus Lupin x Reader Smut- Full Moon Aftercare

Gif not mine :)

Waking up with the sheets cold beside you had become an occurrance you were used to every month since your secret relationship with your Dark Arts Professor had started. You use the term 'secret' loosely however as your dorm friends all knew what was going on and you were 99% sure all of the staff faculty were aware and just hiding it from the ministry but still, the idea of a forbidden relationship only made it that much more exciting. You'd fallen for him the second he walked through those classroom doors in his cardigan you now steal at every opportunity possible and finding out during you final year at Hogwarts that your feelings were reciprocated was one of the best days of your life. Being 18 your choice in boyfriend was technically legal but whilst you were still a student and on Hogwarts grounds you could never be truly 'official', else the ministry would take Remus' job in a heartbeat- of course it wasn't ideal but for now the both of you were happy to settle with stolen hidden kisses and sneaking to Lupin's dorm of an evening without getting caught out by some worms like Malfoy and his goons.

You rolled over to his side of the bed and laid your face into his pillow, breathing in the scent you missed the night before. Looking out the window you could see it was still the early hours of the morning and knew it wouldn't be long until a blanket clad man was going to walk through the door. Full moons were a tough time for the both of you- albeit Remus clearly suffered a lot more- with your boyfriend returning back from a hard night each time and you patching up any wounds that he obtained on his travels with a bar of his favourite chocolate resting on the bedside counter. This month's was no different as you got up and gathered the first aid kit Remus left at the top of his wardrobe and a pair of his comfiest pyjamas and waited on the end of the bed for him to come through the door.

Barely 10 minutes had passed and you heard the shuffling of your boyfriend's heavy footsteps coming down the hall; you stood to meet him at the door.

"Hey" You smiled sadly as Remus all but limped through the door. He gave you a weak smile in return and softly kissed your cheek before practically collapsing on the bed behind you. "Rough night?" You joked with a side smile as you sat beside him with his pyjamas in hand. You'd almost asked him once why he only hid a blanket out in the forest rather than a spare set of clothes but after seeing him struggle even wrapping the threaded material round his bare frame by himself you cut yourself off.

"Darling you have no idea." He winced as he attempted to sit up, fresh cuts and scrapes getting shifted with each movement. You smiled sympathetically at him as you helped him get into his pyjama bottoms (secret Lupin insight, underwear is a big no after a change, the waistband is far too tight around his aching bones) and passed him a square of the dark chocolate that he'd been eyeing up since he saw it on the counter. You noticed the large cut that was going down the underside of his arm and nodded your head towards it, grabbing the first aid kit.

"Okay I'm sorry, this is going to sting quite a bit at first but just remember it'll be worth it in the end; you'll feel a lot better." You apologised, as you used an alcohol soaked cotton pad to clean the wound before bandaging it up. A small, pain-filled laugh sounded beside you and you turned in confusion.

"Sorry.. I know you're trying to help and I love you for it. You just.. reminded me what I said on the first night you stayed here." He chuckled.

"Remus John Lupin amidst your pain from a bloody long night did you really just answer me with a 'that's what he said' line? You're such a child sometimes." You laughed.

"You know you love me for it Y/N."

"Of course I do Professor." You couldn't help it sometimes, honestly you couldn't. In your defence, after having him as a teacher for so long you just became accustomed to calling him professor when talking to him. Sometimes in private you did it on purpose, especially after seeing the reaction it got out of him when you did it accidentally during the first few weeks of your relationship- let's just say you're not allowed to use any such title in class with Remus anymore.. you'd trialled 'sir' for a while but apparently any such term towards him leaving your lips turns him back into a horny teenager. Apparently even in pain it had the same effect."Y/NNNN" He moaned softly, hanging his head down to try and avoid eye contact with you. You followed his gaze and noticed his half-hard bulge poking at the striped trousers.

"Remus I'm so sorry, it was an accident I swear." You apologised profusely. The two of you had learned very early on that Remus' transition come-down effects him sexually too. The two of you usually have to wait at least 3 days before being intimate with each other as the change causes Lupin to be incredibly sensitive and sometimes even in pain until he fully feels like himself again. It becomes difficult after the first day as his libido skyrockets after a full moon event, neither of you were quite sure why. Sometimes Remus would try to push himself too far but with the mixture of his aching body and the oversensitivity he deals with in his trousers the moment ends fairly quickly with a shout of pain. You'd vowed to make it up to him massively each month if he could hold out the three days because you were always worried that you would hurt him if you tried too soon- that's if he doesn't hurt himself first of course- and the promise was "definitely worth the wait" according to your partner.

"Shh it's okay. I just-ah need a minute." He winced again as he shifted his weight to lay against the headboard of the bed. You nodded and laid beside him, resting your head against his shoulder and lightly kissing the base of his jaw in apology. The silences were there but it wasn't awkward as you frequently tried to talk to him to take his mind off his growing erection (clearly his mind was doing the opposite). The minutes ticked by and nothing seemed to help. "I'm sorry Y/N, you're probably exhausted getting up this early to help me out. I won't be offended if you want to go back to your dorm to get a proper sleep, I'm afraid I wouldn't be such a good host wincing like a kicked puppy every time I take a deep breath. Besides, my uh- problem, shall we say, doesn't appear to be getting any better." He spoke, realising his half-hard erection had grown in the last few minutes rather than going away. The last few weeks you'd been spending a lot of your time studying for your final exams so the two of you didn't really have time to have sex as you were constantly busy. It annoyed you, of course it did, but Lupin understood completely knowing how much your studies meant to you. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't pleasure himself each time in the shower fantasising your previous sexual endeavours and now found his mind wandering back to the old memories as he felt his cock twitch.

"I'm not going anywhere unless you really want me to. It's technically my fault you're even more uncomfortable." You shifted from your position to face him a little more. " And don't you ever feel bad about me getting myself up early on these days to make sure you're okay. I'd drive myself mad if I just stayed in my dorm room knowing you'd come back here by yourself. I love you and I want to help you out as much as I can. I knew what I was signing up for in this relationship when it started and I'm not going to back out." You confessed. Remus gave you a soft smile in return and leaned himself to kiss the side of your head, words often failing him when you speak to him like this as he'll never understand how he got so lucky with such an understanding, loving person. He stifled a noise that sounded a mixture of pain and pleasure at the sensation of his trousers rubbing against him. "Can I at least try to help? Please?" You asked, moving to rest your hand on his upper inner thigh. "I'll go slow and if you tell me to stop, I'll stop." From the corner of your eye you could see Lupin stifling a laugh. "Another flashback?" You grinned. "That's not going to help this go anywhere." You teased, gesturing to the tent in his trousers.

"One of the best." He answered with a smile. He was in pain, there was no doubt about that, but he felt guilty accepting your offer, almost like he felt he was using you breaking your 3 day rule. You moved your hand to the waistband of his pyjama bottoms and looked at him for approval.

"It's probably going to hurt at first but just focus on me and I'll try to make this as easy as I can." You whispered. With a soft nod given as consent you softly put your hand in and wrapped your fingers around his throbbing cock, hearing a sharp intake of breath and a quiet wince from the man beside you. With your spare hand you turned his face towards yours, pressing your lips against his as your other hand slowly made a steady rhythm, causing the older man to eventually moan against your mouth. Your movements were slow. Careful. As you twisted your hand as it reached the head, pre-cum dripped down your knuckles as Remus slowly came undone below you.

"I love you Professor." You turned your head to whisper in his ear as you kissed and licked down his jaw and neck. Your voice did things to him that he would never be able to explain. It usually embarrasses you but knowing it was one of Remus' biggest turn ons you decided to treat him on this occasion, willing to do anything to make this easier for him. "I especially love how your big cock fits in my hand so perfectly, like you were made for me." You moaned breathlessly in his ear as you picked up the pace with your hand. You felt Lupin's big hand come round in attempt to lift your shirt but the pain in his arm stopped him. "Calm down Professor. As much as I'd love for you to fill me up right here and now we need to wait, then you can have me any way you want to remember? Use me as your own personal sex doll over and over until you pass out of exhaustion." You bit his earlobe.

"P-Promise?" He managed to breathe out, any pain he was feeling long gone by his new distraction as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"I'd want nothing else sir."

"Fuck Y/N." He swore, moving his head into your shoulder and biting the bit of flesh he could reach. You moaned in response and moved your other hand down towards the front of your own trousers, beginning to rub circles on your swollen clit that had been dying for your attention. "Oh you're such.. a naughty girl Y/N." He teased lowly seeing your actions. "MY naughty girl."His deep voiced words caught you off-guard as you squeezed tighter onto his member, flicking your thumb over the top of his sensitive head as you felt him come close to the edge.

You moaned deeply and pushed two fingers inside yourself, matching the pace of your other hand as you turned your head into Remus' and kissed him deeply.

"I'm almost there." Remus breathed between the kiss, fisting his hands into the bedsheet, angry he felt too weak to be able to touch you properly. "Come on darling, cum with me." He encouraged, fighting back his own orgasm as he watched your hand work steadily on yourself through your trousers. He didn't have to tell you twice. With a few more twists of your hands and pumps of your fingers the two of you came undone, moaning each other's names as you reached your high.

"Feeling.. better?" You teased breathlessly as you grabbed one of the spare cleaning cloths and wiped you both down.

"You could say that." He smirked, slowly letting himself sink down the bed until he was laying completely. You joined him and rested your head on his chest, careful to avoid any fresh bruises. His fingers lazily danced against your hip as you yawned beside him. "Thank you." He spoke sincerely, turning his head to kiss the top of your head.

"For accidentally turning you on and tossing you off when you really needed to sleep? You're welcome." You joked, nestling closer.

"No- well yes actually, for that too-" He laughed. "But more-so for being here every time I get back after a full moon like this. It's nice knowing I'm not coming home to an empty bed every time. You make it almost bearable. I really do love you Y/N, more than I could have ever imagined loving anybody."

"I'll always be here for you to get back to Remus, unfortunately for you you're now stuck with me. I love you too. Now let's go to sleep, you need your rest." Lupin opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, practically reading his mind. "I spoke to the other professors earlier this week and they've agreed that after seeing me practically hanging out my arse every day after a full moon that I could take the day off to be with you, providing I catch up with the work within a week." You spoke.

"You're truly an amazing woman Y/N, I believe I'd be lost without you."

"You haven't heard the best part yet. I even managed to convince Snape to agree to the deal, with the agreement that I would go to his classroom once a fortnight to make the potions with him that I miss and do a timed essay that the rest of the class don't have to do. I'm more than happy with that as it counts towards my potions studying but I didn't let him see that and let him believe it was some kind of small punishment."

"One on one time with Severus in his classroom eh?" Remus began. "Should I be concerned? That is how we started off after all." He joked. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Whilst Remus sounded as though he was kidding you could always see the underlying insecurities in his eyes, constantly worried you'd leave him for anyone that didn't have his 'condition', constantly thinking you deserved better- even if it was Snape...

"I'd never leave you for anyone Remus, especially never Snape."

"Oh? And why's that."

"He doesn't like chocolate. Immediate red flag." You grinned, slowly rubbing your fingers along the raised scars that patterned your boyfriend's chest. Another thing he was hugely insecure enough. The first few months you were dating you learned he was even trying to use make-up to hide the ones on his face but you managed to convince him that scars made any man sexier, but the ones on his chest and torso were the ones he hated most- hell, the first few times you had sex he kept his shirt on and then when you finally convinced him to take it off you'd have to be in the dark. But doing little things like now, tracing the map of pink and white lines across his body, memorising every inch of him made him feel better. He let out a small laugh and managed to roll over onto his side and take you under his good arm for a hug, appreciating the smell of your shampoo under his nose as he kissed your head. He really did strike it lucky with you and he loved you more than anything in this world but being here and treating him like you do, Remus finally found himself doing something he never thought he could again. He was starting to love himself.

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[slytherins1ut]

Let Me In - R. Lupin

Pairing - Remus Lupin x Reader (professor)

Warnings - none

Note - flash backs in italics, I have a soft spot for Lupin goodbye

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“Dear come on! We need to get you back to your dorm at Hogwarts.” Your fellow witch and friend Casandra mumbled as she moved hair out of your face. The room at Leaky Cauldron seemed to spin, your chest ached and burned as you sipped another fire whiskey.

“I’m fine.” You muttered out, finishing the rest of the whiskey.

“Obviously not! I know you’re very broken up about Remus but this is no way to deal with the pain! Go back to your dorm and rest!” Your other dearest friend for years Ophelia said. You knew deep down they were right. You stood up, almost falling flat on your face. Immediately your hands shot up, covering your face praying no one would see you in this state. Your fellow friends helped you back to Hogwarts and into your dorm.

“We will send you an owl in the morning to see how you’re feeling dear. If you need anything please let us know. Just get rest. Your eyes are sad and dull.” Ophelia spoke as she placed a bucket beside your bed. You nodded and with that the two were gone and you were left with only your thoughts and the aching in your chest. As you laid in the bed, you began to remember everything and anything about Remus Lupin.

“Oh I’m sorry! Please forgive me!” You sat on the ground a bit dazed from falling, the books you carried sprawled out over the hall of Hogwarts. You looked up to see an extremely handsome man with a scared face. He offered his hand and began to help pick up your books.

“I’m Remus Lupin. You must be our newest astronomy teacher. Care if I get your name?” He asked, returning the books to you. You couldn’t help but blush.

“I’m (y/n). It’s very nice to meet you Remus.” You shook his hand, it was almost like electricity shot through you when his hand hit yours.

As the thoughts consumed your head, you walked over to the mirror that hung in your dorm. Looking in it, you saw messy hair and bags under your eyes. You saw a dull expression, causing you to break down. You fell to your knees, tears spilling all over your hands as they attempted to wipe them away.

“Eat this, it will help.” You heard a voice behind you as you sat on the edge of the Astronomy tower. Teaching first years was a struggle and it had began to eat away at you. You looked up to see Remus Lupin holding out a piece of chocolate. You accepted and indulged in the sweet candy. He sat down beside you.

“Teaching, it’s rough.” He said, looking up at the sky. It was a beautiful night, clear skies, you could see every star out.

“I just don’t understand. I have one student I feel is truly interested in what I say and that’s Granger. She’s that way in everyone’s class. Maybe I’m boring, not fit to teach.” He slowly reach his hand over to yours, embracing it in his.

“You are far from boring.” He whispered. “I find you intriguing. The day I come down to your class I was fascinated with every word you spoke. Made me wish I was a student in your class.” You grasped his hand, feeling as if someone had cared what you said for the first time in what seemed to be forever.

You finally had enough. You stood up, throwing on your robe to cover your whiskey soaked top and headed out the door. Looking down at your feet as you walked only seemed to make you stagger more as you were searching for Lupins room. Finally, you found it and turned the knob.

“You can’t be here tonight.” Lupin spoke softly, running his fingers lightly over your face. You shot him a puzzled look.

“Why not? We have no classes tomorrow.” He put his head down, looking out the window as the night fell.

“It’s a full moon. It would be a good night for you to be in the tower and get lessons ready for the upcoming week.” He sat down on his bed, obviously distressed. His hand trembled, his legs bouncing up and down.

“Remus.” You said softly, sitting down beside him. He darted up from his sitting position. He began pacing the room, hands on his head.

“You can’t. I can’t.” He breathed, almost as if he had began to have a panic attack. You stood up trying to grab his arm but he jerked away. Falling slowly to the floor, he began to let tears fall. “I’m a werewolf. That’s why you can’t be near me tonight. I can’t risk him coming for you.” You felt like a bus hit you, all this time and you never knew Lupins secret. Of course you felt it was strange he was never around on full moons, but you never considered this option.

“Remus, why have you never told me?” He laughed, quickly wiping the tears from his face.

“Why would I? You have been the only person to make me feel like I’m normal. My whole life I’ve felt as if I’m an outcast. I’m a freak!” He yelled, your heart sank to your stomach.

“I wo-“ He cut you off. Standing up, he walked to the door and opened it.

“Go on.” You had no reaction, a blank stare.

“Go on! Get out!” He yelled, even when he yelled he wasn’t being cruel. You walked out the door and had regretted it ever since.

You walked into the familiar room, the scent of meadows was present. He sat up, reading a book. As his eyes met yours he dropped it and stood up walking slowly to you.

“(Y/n). It’s very late, what are y-“ You cut him off with a firm kiss on his soft lips. He embraced you, kissing you back with force. When he finally pulled away, he spoke.

“Fire whiskey. Have you been drinking tonight?” You giggled, looking all around his room.

“Yes, yes I have Remus. Because of us. Because of you.” He felt his heart breaking, was this because he had told you his secret? Had it finally eaten at you to tell someone?

“I miss us. I miss you!” You screamed before falling onto your knees. He had somewhat of a reliever but still felt horrible over the pain you were in. He dropped to the floor hugging you with all his strength. You sobbed into his chest, only looking up when you felt a tear on your head.

“Remus. I don’t care what you are. I love you.” You whispered to him. He sighed, trying to keep more tears from spilling.

“It’s too dangerous. I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you.” He spoke, still hugging you.

“I would do anything for you Remus, you deserve love after all these years of hating yourself!” Remus began to think, you were correct. He had remembered all the nights he cried, begging whoever was listening to him if anyone to take his pain of being a wolf away. He had lost so much in his life, so many experiences, friends, lovers. All he had known was secrecy.

“Just let me love you, let me in.” You cried to him, he embraced your face in his hands and suddenly everything felt okay in his world.

“Okay.” He whispered, kissing you softly. “I’ll let you in.”

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[dragonologist-in-the-making]

Hi!! Could I request a RemusxReader fic where they're both teachers who are dating and just spending a really nice evening/afternoon/whatever you choose together? Thank you regardless and have a great day!

Title: Memories

 Pairing: Remus x reader

 A/N: Yesss I love this!! Thank you so much, I hope you like it! This also came out slightly sad, I’m really sorry I couldn’t help it (hopefully the happy stuff makes up for it?) Also, for anyone who has sent in a request I’m getting to them! I’m trying to post once a day at the moment but if the requests start piling up then I’ll up it to twice – either way your requests are coming soon!

 Wordcount: 1.3k

 Warnings: just a little sad, reminiscing of their time as students and missing their friends. But there’s happy and lovey stuff in their too, no fear!

 Requests are still open!

 It was September 1st, normally your least favourite day of the year. You loved your job, teaching at Hogwarts was always fulfilling and seeing the bright new faces every year as they began to discover the magical world really was something that you counted yourself lucky to be a part of. However, it normally meant leaving behind your husband, a Mr Remus Lupin, and although Dumbledore was extremely understanding in letting you leave over the nights of the full moon to look after him, having to say goodbye never got easier.

 This year, however, was different. After last year’s utterly incompetent Gilderoy Lockhart had lost his memory (you couldn’t help but feel grateful after having to put up with his antics for a whole year) and with it his position as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, your werewolf had been hired as the new professor, and you couldn’t wait to be able to see him every day.

As a returning teacher, you’d gone back to Hogwarts a couple of days early to get everything in order, and today was the day that Remus would be arriving, along with the rest of the students, on the Hogwarts Express (Dumbledore had had a private word with Remus and suggested that, given the recent escape of Sirius Black from Azkaban, having a professor on the train may not be a bad idea). The farewell you had shared a few days prior was much different to the ordinary as your house looked bare, the both of you having packed away many of your belongings.

 Looking at the time, you realised it was much later than you thought, quickly changing into your robes and heading down to the Great Hall where you took your place at the staff table just as the students started to file in. Not even five minutes later, a familiar face sat to your right, taking your hand under the table and giving it a tight squeeze.

 “How was the journey?” you whispered, having heard rumours as the flew around the hall, but hoping they were simply that.

 “Dementors.” He grimaced, neither of you facing the other and looking straight forward, having both decided that there was no need to make it obvious to the students that you were a couple. Not immediately, anyway. “Dumbledore’s furious. I was in a compartment with Harry and his friends, the ones you’ve told me about. He passed out – I think he’s okay now,” he reassured as he saw a look of panic overcome you. You’d taken a very protective role over Harry since he’d arrived at Hogwarts, and he often came to you for advice or an afternoon tea on your arrival – he loved hearing the stories you would tell him all about his parents. “McGonagall is with him, but he insisted for the rest of the journey that he felt fine. I’m sure he’s eaten enough chocolate to make him struggle through the welcome feast.” He chuckled. “But (y/n), I don’t think I believed it when you told me just how much he looks like James. It’s uncanny.” At these last words, his voice had quietened.

 You gave his hand another gentle squeeze, turning to look at him. “Acts like him too, Rem. I give it a week before you’re cursing his fathers name all over again.” You grinned, nodding towards the doors where he was walking in and taking a seat next to Ron and Hermione, the general babble of the students dying down as Dumbledore stood up to give his speech.

 …

 You knocked gently on the door to Remus’ room, opening it and slipping in when he answered. Although you spent most of your nights together, he had always insisted on still having his own room for the nights of the full moon, saying that he didn’t want to darken any memories of his bedroom, one of the only places he could relax, with his transformations. Knowing that last night had been a particularly rough moon, you as a kitten curled up against Remus for the night as the only form of comfort you could give, you had come back from a quick trip to Hogsmead with arms full of chocolate to get him through.

 Spreading out all the treats you had brought onto the bed before him, he moaned gratefully, already unwrapping a chocolate frog. “Merlin, (y/n), I love you.” His expression brightened significantly as your melodic laugh rang through the room.

 “Well luckily for you, Professor Lupin, I’m your wife.” You retorted, still not used to his new title, but loving it so much you used it at every opportunity you could. “How are you doing, sweetie?” You asked, stroking through his hair as you pressed a kiss to his cheek gently.

 “Bored of sitting in this bed. Come on, I have an idea.” He clambered out of the bed and dragged you from his room, heading through the corridors with a destination seemingly in mind. You kept a hold of his hand, still not wanting to showcase your relationship in front of the students, but knowing that your touch always made Remus feel much more calmer and grounded when he was recovering.

 After wandering through empty corridors and climbing many staircases, you arrived in the astronomy tower, a place you would frequent in your younger years. You laughed at the memories, conjuring up blankets and pillows for you both, you sitting down cross legged and soaking in the sun from the windows as Remus lead down with his head in your lap, your fingers absentmindedly stroking through his hair.

 “It’s hard being here and not thinking about them, don’t you find?” He spoke up after a while, speaking a thought that had been on both of your minds since the start of the year. “This is where so many of our memories happened, they’re constantly surrounding us.”

 “I know, Rem.” You sighed, sad to see him going through something which had bothered you a lot when you were first hired by Dumbledore. “Every room in this castle still has a lingering memory of them, of all of us. It doesn’t go away, you don’t stop forgetting after a while. But, you have new memories that you can think of in those rooms, too. A student coming to confide in you, a prank of Fred and George’s, a rare joke from Minnie.” You both laughed at the old nickname, and about how she had gone from teacher to colleague, a weird balance you were both still trying to navigate. “And there are memories of our time here that don’t involve them, too, you know? I like to focus on our memories, yes they might be tainted now but I’ve got you and I’ll forever be grateful for that. We met here. We fell in love here, we snuck away to this very tower.” You nudged him as his chuckle reverberated through his chest and you could feel his shoulders shaking.

 “I might not have been the best at Prefect duty.” He admitted, a blush covering his cheeks. He sat up, facing you and leaning in to give you a sweet kiss, lingering slightly longer than he maybe should have as he dwelled in the memories.

 After spending hours in the astronomy tower, the light began to fade and it was time to head to the Great Hall for dinner. You walked through the now much busier corridors, as everyone headed in the same direction as you, side by side, holding each other closely. You had somehow found even more comfort in your love for one another, if that was even possible, and as you walked together, just as you had always done, you didn’t care who saw or who knew.

 What you didn’t see was the warm smile Minerva McGonagall was wearing as you passed her office, having caught sight of the two of you, away in your own world as if no time had passed, as if you were still in your seventh year, entranced with each other in a way she rarely saw. She had lost a lot of your friends, and grieved for them too, but she was glad she had the two of you back in your home, where you belonged.

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[pinkandblueblurbs]

Hey love, could I get a request that you’re being a brat because you desperately want Remus to fuck you but he says only good girls get fucked not bratty ones so he fucks your tits instead while he slaps your face. Thanks

WOW. Everyone say thank you anon bc this is fucking HOT- 🥵🥵 I hope you like this blurb as much as I liked this request <3

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader. D/s, face slapping, tit-fucking, punishment, light choking. Kinda tried to leave it vague in terms of whether it’s Professor Lupin or Marauders era.

You let out an impatient whine, propping yourself up on your elbows where you lay on your lover’s bed. Remus has been sat at his desk reading over a paper for what you’re sure must’ve been years now. Hours at least. Well, probably a few minutes. Regardless, what he should be doing is paying attention to you, and he most certainly isn’t. Which is a problem. And you plan to let him know that.

“Remus” you whine again, sliding off the bed and making your way over to his side.

“I’m busy, love, just be patient.” He murmurs, eyes not leaving the words on the page before him. You huff, giving a childish stomp of your foot.

“But I came here to spend time with you.” You point out, opting for a light guilt-trip to get him on your side. Remus chuckles, finally looking over at you with amusement, causing you to scowl.

“I know why you came here, bunny, and just spending time with me is not how I’d describe it.” Your cheeks heat up slightly at the truth of his statement, but you maintain your displeased expression.

“Well then, if you know what I want, can we please get on with it?” You gripe, bringing your hands up to tug at the fabric of Remus’s sleeve lightly. To your chagrin, Remus turns back to the paper on his desk.

“Later.” He responds, picking up his quill.

“But Remus-“

“I said wait.” His tone is a low warning, and your hands pause, still gripping at the fabric of his shirt. When you don’t move he turns to look at you, eyebrow raised, daring you to challenge him. You weigh your options, tempted by the thought of a punishment as it would at least be something, but you know he wouldn’t let you cum. And you really, really want to cum tonight.

You release his sleeve, lowering your arms to your side as your face falls from one of annoyance to mild disappointment. Remus’s expression softens and he brings a hand up to your cheek, giving it an approving pat. “Good girl.” He turns his attention back to his work, and you trudge back over to his bed, flopping down on the mattress in defeat.

You try to be patient, you really do. Five minutes in, you grab a book from Remus’s bedside table and begin reading in an attempt to distract yourself from the dull ache of arousal between your legs. But when the source of said arousal is right in the room with you, when you’re constantly aware that what you want is so close, you find it nearly impossible to ignore. And after the longest fifteen minutes of your life, your patience runs out.

“Remus-“

“Don’t even try, bunny. Behave yourself, I’m almost done.” Your resolve to be patient is revived by his words, feeling hopeful that you can make it.

“How much longer?” You ask, careful to keep any trace of a whine or complaint out of your voice. Remus hums thoughtfully for a moment, as if calculating, before he answers.

“Only about twenty minutes. Just two pages to go.”

You cannot believe your ears. Only twenty minutes? Twenty minutes is longer than you’ve waited already! Instantly, your resolve is shattered. There’s no way you’ll make it twenty more minutes.

“Please Remus-”

“Shh. Later.” His voice is tight, making it clear that his patience is wearing just about as thin as your own. Good.

“I’ve been waiting ages-”

“I mean it, darling. Later. Now be quiet and let me work.”

“You can work after you fuck me.” You counter boldly.

Remus is quickly on his feet, turning to you with a hard glare.

“You are such a brat.” He growls out. You whimper softly, shifting nervously where you sit at the foot of the bed. However, upon glancing down, you notice the beginnings of a bulge forming in Remus’s trousers. Maybe you still have a shot.

“Please, Remus, I want you to fuck me so bad. Please.” You mewl, knowing the effect that your begging has on him. He approaches you slowly, still clearly furious.

“Only good girls get their pussies fucked, bunny. Only good girls get to cum.” He’s standing just before you now. He reaches out to hold your face roughly, grip squeezing your cheeks, forcing your lips to jut out. “Desperate brats get used.” You shudder at his words. Suddenly, his hand is in your hair, and you’re pulled to the floor, knees hitting the rug with a muffled thud. Remus sits where you just were, turning you to face him with his hold on your hair.

“Take off your shirt.” He orders, tone leaving no room for argument. You hastily comply, grabbing the hem of your oversized tee and pulling it off, tossing it aside. You’d forgone a bra, having figured it wouldn’t last on you long anyway. Remus growls as your tits are exposed to him.

“Look at you, so fucking pretty.” He reaches down, kneading the flesh of your breasts roughly. You keen, eyes closing, pushing your chest out to meet his touch. “If only you’d been a good girl, then I could give you a proper fuck.” You whine, opening your eyes to look up at him pleadingly.

“I’m sorry, Remus, please-“ you yelp as Remus gives your left nipple a hard pinch, cutting off your words.

“Too late for that, bunny. You won’t be getting what you want tonight.” You groan, both from frustration at Remus’s words and pleasure at the stimulation to your breasts. Then, his touch leaves you, and he brings his hands up to work open the fly of his pants. Your mouth waters as he pulls out his hard, thick length, eyeing it hungrily. He gives it a couple languid strokes as he gestures for you to come closer. “C’mere.”

You obey, scooching as close to the foot of the bed as you can and sitting up on your heels, Remus reaches out and grips your neck and you gasp softly, but he doesn’t apply much pressure. He just uses the hold to guide you forward so you’re leaning over his lap.

“Hold those pretty tits together, bunny.” He orders, still holding your neck just enough to keep you aware of his touch. You comply, bringing your hands up to the sides of your breasts and pushing them together, accentuating your cleavage. Remus grips his cock at its base and guides it up between your breasts, groaning softly. You gasp when the hand not holding your neck collides suddenly with your cheek, just enough to sting.

“Go on, fuck me with your tits.” Remus commands in a low voice. You obey, lifting up off your heels and sliding your breasts up along the length of his cock. Remus groans, watching intently as his cock moves through your cleavage.

“That’s right.” Another blow lands on your face, leading you to whine. “This is what naughty brats get. You don’t get fucked if you don’t behave, understand?” He taunts, patting roughly at your cheek, which is warm from the impact of his hand.

“Yes, Remus.” You breathe out, continuing to bounce your tits on his cock.

“That’s better. Maybe after a night without cumming you’ll learn how to be good for me.” You whine, shaking your head. “No? I s’pose not. You’ll always be a little brat, won’t you.”

“N-no, please let me cum tonight, Rem.” You plead, halting your movements to look up at him with wide eyes. A light smack sounds in the room as he brings his hand down on your other cheek.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” He growls out. You whimper, starting to bounce once more.

“Please, I’ll be good-“

“I told you, it’s too fucking late for that. I warned you, you had plenty of chances to behave.” His voice becomes more tight as the soft skin of your breasts caresses his length. “You chose to be a fucking brat.”

You let out a defeated mewl, focusing your attention on fucking Remus. His hips have started rising up, thrusting up slightly in time with your bouncing. You know he’s starting to get close when his breathing picks up and he lets out a soft curse.

“Keep going, bunny. Gonna cum on your pretty face and tits.” He grits out, voice strained. After another few thrusts he lets out a low, guttural groan. His hold on your neck keeps you in place and he grabs the base of his cock, aiming so his cum lands on the corner of your mouth and cheek, then your chin, the last couple ropes falling to your chest. You moan softly at the feeling of the warm liquid hitting your skin.

“That’s it, fuck.” Remus breathes out, panting. You release your tits, hands coming to rest on Remus’s thighs as he comes down from his release. Remus’s hand slides up your neck to grip your jaw, and he swipes two of his other fingers through the cum on your face. He brings them to your lips, which you part obediently, and he pushes them inside. You suck the salty fluid off his fingers.

“Good girl.” He praises, pulling his fingers from your mouth, bringing you up towards him with the grip on your jaw. You let him guide you into a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth lazily.

You pull away after a moment, eyes searching his hopefully. “If I was a good girl does that mean I get to cum?” Remus only chuckles.

“Nice try, bunny.”

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[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

hey just here to tell you that you did NOT have to end "tea and gobstones" like that. you tore my heart out. like wow.

hi my love!! hehe, im sorry! i just had an inkling to end it like that and i read it over and was like... damn imma really end it like that💀 im sorry about ur heart but i promise i’ll make it up to you!

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