#remus lupin x f! reader

[fourmoony]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫

f!reader x Personal Trainer!James

summary: reader has a massive crush on PT!James

cw: working out, weight training, pointed out muscle definition

"You've got three more, for sure." James urges you on, looking far too relaxed for your liking where he stands above you, his arms crossed over his chest and his stupidly big muscles bulging against his thermal long sleeve.

Your abdominal muscles feel like they're ripping apart. If you weren't concerned about the ten kilogram kettlebell falling from where it's raised above your head and cracking your skull open, you'd consider throwing it at James' stupidly amused face. You raise your legs, put them back down and James counts, "Two more."

It takes every bit of energy, every morsel of motivation to finish the final set of leg raises, and you allow the kettlebell to tumble out of your grasp and to the left with a loud exhale of pain. You've been attending Personal Training with James long enough to not be embarrassed about the groan that follows, or the way you curl up into a ball. It's nearing the end of your hourly session, and James laughs at your dramatics. "You're not gonna catch your breath with your lungs constricted like that." He chides, and his hands comes into view.

You grumble, hating that you know he's right. Your muscles squeeze uncomfortably as he helps you up, despite you allowing him to take most of your weight. You've seen him workout, before, you know he pulls double your body weight with ease. He smiles wide when you're standing, gives you a little tug until you're stumbling closer to him. He smells like the gym, a little bit of woodsy cologne.

Your cheeks heat and you release his hand with a quiet, "Thanks." It's not like you're blind, James is beautiful. He's ripped and he's tanned, and his hair is stupidly soft. But it doesn't help that he's cheeky and funny, or that he's such a nice guy you always feel guilty for the profanities you spew at him on shoulder and back day. James picks up your abandoned kettlebell with ease and sets it on the bench you've claimed in the small studio gym.

"You good to hit legs for a couple before we finish?" James asks, and you know you don't have much of a choice because he's already turned and is walking towards the barbell weights in the corner.

You hum, reaching for your bottle of water, "Sure."

James lifts two twenty kilogram plates and walks them over to where you're standing. You try not to look at the way his muscles pop with the weights in each hand and James pretends not to notice you growing flustered. He sets them down next to each other and does the same again. By the time he's done, you've caught your breath.

"Elevated Sumo Squats," He gives you a knowing grin. He's fully aware how much you hate these, and he's unapologetic about it. "You know the drill, foot on each set of plates, squat until the kettlebell touches the floor."

You nod, "'Kay."

James holds out a hand as you step onto the weight plates, careful they don't slip out from under you and then hands you the kettlebell. "Try for ten. If you get to ten, we'll go for twelve."

You huff, a smile playing at your lips, "Just say try for twelve, James."

"Okay," James grins, "Go for twelve."

With a petulant eye roll, you start. The first set is never the problem, and James knows this. He watches you closely, an eye on your form at all times. You try not to think about the fact half of his job is staring at your ass, and you definitely try not to wonder if he likes what he sees. Sleeping with your Personal Trainer would be wildly inappropriate. You know James takes his job seriously, but it's hard not to imagine such things when he's standing over you muttering affirmations and praise. It's even harder when he reaches forwards, his fingertips grazing the top of your ass cheek, his voice low as he murmurs, "Keep your head up, back straight. You'll feel it more here."

You nod, mouth dry. "Like this?"

James nods at your corrected form. "That's ten, try two more."

The weight thuds against the ground when you're done and James helps you off of the plates. "How'd that feel?" He asks, fingers gentle as they grasp your wrist, turning it until he can read your heart rate from your smart watch.

"Like I'm gonna be waddling, tomorrow."

James huffs a laugh through his nose, "Well your heart rate is in zone four."

"Gross, so unfit." You snatch your wrist back.

He shakes his head, hands you your water, "Means you're working hard, pushing yourself. And pushing yourself gets results."

You answer with a shrug, swallow the water. James takes it back, nods his head to the plates. "Go again, this time, hold a half squat on the way back up for a couple seconds."

"That's hateful. You're being hateful."

"You got it." James encourages.

James' eyes your form carefully, nods subtly to show he's happy with it. "Working tonight?" He asks.

He has an incredible talent for making conversation at the worst times but you indulge him nonetheless, always willing to talk to him outside of what muscles you're working, and how to correct your form. "Nah. A rare day off."

"Lucky."

You smile, "Yeah, I feel so lucky right now."

James laughs. He laughs like a summer breeze. His eyes light up and his lips twitch. For a guy who looks like he could drop absolutely anyone who came near him, he's incredibly soft-hearted. It always stuns you, how kind and bright he actually is.

"You have clients til' late?" You ask, even though it feels like your lungs might explode.

"Thats eight," James tells you, "No. Just one after you."

You nod, "Early finish. Work harder, Jamie."

James unfolds his arms to point at you, tsking before he orders, "I was gonna have you stop at ten. Go for twelve, now."

It goes on like that through your final set, steady conversation that barely leaves the area of general small talk. You help James put the weights away, even when he tells you not to bother, even though you can only lift one where he lifts two. He checks your watch again, is happy with how hard you've pushed yourself.

"Are we taking progress pictures, this week?" You ask, scooping up your water bottle and car keys.

James shakes his head, "Next week, but I wanna show you something."

He guides you to the mirror against the weight wall where he stands behind you. It's hard to ignore the way he towers over you, almost swallowing you whole, and the inappropriate thoughts that spring to mind, the things you could do in the mirror, the things you'd love to see him do. You swallow. James lifts his hand, his fingertips grazing your shoulder, "You see how your shoulder is more rounded, now, instead of flat?"

You nod, scared to speak.

"That's muscle. It's the same here," His fingertips blaze a burning trail down your arm, "Your biceps, your abs," They skim over your waist, dip around your back, "Your glutes, your thighs, calves," He removes his hand, fingers flexing at his sides as though he's physically straining not to touch you. "All the muscle is growing. You're getting along so well you don't need progress pictures to notice it anymore."

Your face feels like it's on fire, your body leaning back into him until you feel the heat of his body, your shoulder brushing his arm. "So you're worth the money, then?" You ask, voice hoarse.

James smirks, his eyes lighten a little, "Oh, for sure."

Your eyes meet in the mirror, his head tilts a little downwards into a nod. "Same time next week?" He asks.

"That works." It comes out in a breath, your eyes unable to leave his.

You're not sure what normal behaviour is from a PT, but this doesn't seem like it. The thought of him acting like this with other clients makes your tummy twist uncomfortably, and you come to the startling realisation that you may be well and truly fucked. There's a reason you look forward to going to the gym, even though it takes all of your energy, there's a reason you save your nicest gym sets for the days you attend training. There's a reason you find yourself purposefully having the wrong form, if just to feel James' touch. It's wildly inappropriate, you know that. But you can't stop it or change it.

James nods, "Okay, well. You did great today. You should be chuffed."

He's so genuine, so nice, so fucking handsome. His brows hook in the middle at your hesitation, the way you force a smile onto your lips as you step away, turn to face him. "Thanks, James."

"Give me a message if you need anything, but if not, I'll see you next week." His eyes flick to the metal door, which creaks open and his next client comes through.

You hate the way you feel relief at the man who waves at James, the fact it's not some beautiful, toned woman. It makes you feel childish.

"Cool. Bye, James."

He waves, letting you start to walk away before he approaches his next client. The door swings shut behind you after a small smile to the man waiting, the cool air dousing you with a cold, startling reality. Your relationship with James doesn't extend past the gym, past a professional setting where you're paying James to train you. He'll never see past that.

And if James is inside the gym getting shit from his best friend about flirting with his cute client, about being so stupidly infatuated that he's come into work on his day off just because it suited you best, well, that's no ones business but his.

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[aprilthearcher]

me and you... were meant to be.

[remus lupin x f!reader] [platonic james potter x f!reader]

slytherin!reader (because i myself am one). use of (y/n) (though i tried my best to not overuse it)

angst, but happy ending. remus' insecurities get in the way of your fresh relationship. 3k words.

i haven't written for remus for a long, long time so i tried to do my best because i love him to pieces and recently i've been experiencing a remus lupin era so... here it is. also, that spell she uses to protect her home... i've no idea if it exists, i just liked it.

english is not my first language, so there could be some mistakes. pictures are not mine.

thank you for reading!

i wrote this while listening to "Don't Delete the Kisses" by Wolf Alice and "What if I Love You" by Gatlin.

“What if you and I… What if we were never meant to be?”

“What are you saying, Remus?”

“I'm saying that I don't think we… I don't think it’s good for us to keep seeing each other.”

“But, but why? We are so good right now, we… I’m trying here, Remus, but I don't get it. Why would you do this?”

“I've just told you, we are not meant for each other. You… you des…” He stopped mid sentence. “I don't see you like that anymore, I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise.”

Now, on top of a bus that would drop her off a couple of blocks from her flat, she couldn’t recall a single moment in their short relationship that could’ve propelled something like this. They were good, really good. After dancing around each other for so long during their Hogwarts years, they had finally admitted their feelings one summer afternoon while looking at the sun go down and the moon rise up. Four months later, he was ending it. Salazar, could he have been high? She knew sometimes the boys would smoke those muggle herbs Marlene would bring them, overcharging them of course, but he had never said something so… heartbreaking under their influence. No, he couldn’t have been high, he would become even touchier when he’d smoke some, ignoring his friend’s presence and delighting in the passionate, even primal, effect they’d produce; the lightheaded feeling that allowed him to relax and run his fingers through her arms, her hands, her neck and jaw…

She pressed the palm of her hands against her eyes when they started to water for the fifth time that evening after leaving Dorcas’ apartment complex. Was he so desperate to get rid of her that he couldn’t even wait to do it at home? What would her great-grandmother think of her if she saw her like this? “Crying over a half-blood, a HALF-BREED, you are nothing but a blood traitor. You’ve tainted our legacy, you and your good-for-nothing parents, you are no more worthy than those mudbloods you hang round, affiliating yourself with muggles, living a life surrounded by them." Why did she keep caring about what she would think? She had never shared her views on blood purity and how any wizard or witch that wasn’t part of the Sacred Families would be undeserving of its magic. She hated people like her grandmother. She hated that the old hag had tried to drill these thoughts into her head since a very young age. She was glad she had died and she was glad her parents were nothing like their parents, so why was she remembering her now? Perhaps it was the fear of losing her entire friend group that made her sick mind resort to conjuring the old witch’s voice in her head.

She truly hoped for her great grandmother to be rolling in her grave at the sight of one of her descendants crying over a werewolf and the possibility of losing her entire friend group made up of blood traitors, half-bloods, and muggleborns. 

She knew they weren’t like that, that they wouldn’t isolate her for something like this. Merlin, they didn’t even know, at least until tonight, of their relationship! Though she was sure it wouldn’t take long for them to figure it out after how she had left in such an abrupt manner, without saying goodbye and barely making it to the door without the tears falling down her cheeks. She had left the task of explaining everything to Remus. 

“Lady, this is the last stop!” The bus driver called out from the front of the vehicle.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck Remus Lupin for breaking her heart, for making her cry and making her miss her bus stop. Fuck him for making her feel so in love she left her guard down, fuck him for assuring her that he could trust him. 

Although she had planned to take the muggle bus to get her mind off things and not get home immediately — for she was sure her lonely flat would make her feel worse, for she was sure there was one of Remus’ sweater idle placed on the back of an armchair she was hoping to return tonight after he’d accompanied her home —, she had not anticipated missing her stop and having to walk ten or so blocks home. It was not that she felt unsafe wandering through London this late, but she just felt emotionally exhausted.

She almost jogged all the way home, not wanting to encounter any trouble on her way home for she was not in the right state of mind for fighting anyone, muggle or not. Though, perhaps, the rush of adrenaline that would come from a brawl would bring her back to life, a little at least. 

She’d taken two steps into the hallway when she saw the light coming from her flat. Stopping on her tracks, she got her wand out of her leather holster strapped in her left shoulder and approached her door. Good thing she had opted to climb the stairs instead of apparating inside; if she were to be ambushed, she wouldn’t have had any time to prepare. 

With the whisper of an incantation the door opened slowly. For a moment, she forgot about Remus and the only thing on her mind was to find out who was inside her home. Her mind was reeling with ideas. Death eaters. 

Death eaters. Death eaters. Death eaters.

But how? She had secured the place with some, if not all, of the best protective spells. Dorcas had helped her set them up. The locks were unbreachable, as well as the magical barriers protecting the walls from all sides, there were only two people that could apparate inside, her and…

“Prongs?”

She had chosen James as the only other person to be able to apparate inside her home. The spell was infallible and it had taken them several months of hard work, but it was worth it since not even someone who had induced the polyjuice potion, impersonating James, could get in. 

She saw him pacing round her living room, his fingers twirling his wand in the air, a trick she had seen muggle musicians do when playing the drums. He stopped once he saw her, quickly coming to wrap one arm around her frame while the other pushed the door closed. The hiss of the invisible sigils increased for a second.

“I thought something had happened to you on the way home, you took so long. Why did you take so long? I was worried sick.”

“Merlin, James, the baby is making you act just like your mother.”

“Shut up, I was genuinely worried. Was about to go searching for you.”

“I took the bus but missed my stop, so I had to walk.”

He nodded, relaxing a bit now that he saw his best friend was okay. Physically, at least. Her emotions were still all over the place, her heart had calmed down and decided to break again after realising there were no intruders in her home. 

“What happened back then, dove? With Remus? You, you just run away.”

“I think you know what happened, James.” She said, while hanging her coat in the rack and taking out her boots. She knew he knew, he wouldn’t have left Dorcas’ flat without an explanation from Remus after seeing her so distressed.

James sighed. Even though her own feelings were messed up, she could still realise this was a difficult position for James, and the rest of them, to be in. (Y/N) and James had been friends since they were young, younger than now at least, knowing each other because their parents introduced them the summer before beginning their third year at Hogwarts. She was a Slytherin thus making it hard for the boy to trust her, even at that age, but one stern look from his mother Euphemia had the boy overcoming his prejudice against her in a heartbeat. It had been quite impossible to separate them since then, which meant introducing her to the rest of his friends. Sirius had been apprehensive, Peter quite terrified… Remus… Remus had been intrigued, you could say. All of his previous interactions with Slytherins hadn’t been pleasing, but this was the girl he had Transfiguration with, who would raise her hand faster than anyone and answer correctly, getting all the spells right on her first try. This was the girl he had glanced at maybe once — he definitely did more than glance — at the library, carrying way too many books for her on one hand while the other, holding her wand, pointed to the floating pile of heavier tomes behind her. 

Remus is also one of his best friends, the four of them are like brothers. She couldn’t deny she was quite surprised to see James here, attempting to comfort her instead of him.

He still had his arm around her shoulders when they started to walk towards the kitchen. If James intended to stay then she was in dire need of some tea to pass the bad taste the fight had left in her mouth. He would want to hear her side of the story. Turning to light up the room, she saw pints of red covering James’ knuckles. She disengaged from his hug, positioning her body in front of his then grabbed his hand, harshly. She heard him wince. His eyes scrunched and his lips closed in a thin line, she knew. He knew that she knew.

“Did any of his teeth fall out?” She pressed her fingers to his bloodied knuckles.

“No, but… Ow! Would you stop that?” He tried to release his hand from his grasp, she tightened her hold.

“I don’t need you defending me, James.”

“You’re my best friend, of course I’ll…”

“He’s your best friend too!” She yelled. Salazar, she was pathetic. Defending the boy who crushed her heart no more than two hours ago. “I don’t want you fighting my battles for me, James, especially when it’s against one of your friends.”

“I’m sorry, dove, you are like a sister to me. I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s not like he did anything wrong though. He… he is allowed to change his mind. I - I was the one to get too caught up. I shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have…”

“I didn’t punch him because he ‘changed his mind’, dove. I punched him because he was lying about that.”

“James…”

“No, no, listen. Listen to me.” He grabbed her face, wiping the new set of tears that had begun to cascade down her face. “I know Remus and I know that he loves you, that he’s loved you since you jinxed one of the fourth years after bad mouthing Peter, perhaps even before that. He’s not telling the truth and he’s pushing you away because he’s terrified of how much he loves you. That’s why I hit him, thought it’d make him realise he cannot lose you.”

“Salazar, you really are your mother.” James laughs at your comment, heart soaring with desperation at the new turn of events. He knew something more was going on with Remus and (Y/N) as of the last couple of months because James Potter was observant and this new bond didn’t look like the shy glances they’d throw from across the Hall during their Hogwarts’ years. These were slow, delicate touches; soft smiles and bodies that would look to be close to each other every chance they got. So he wanted nothing more than for his friends to be happy; although he should’ve seen Remus’ self-sabotaging tendencies coming because he knew all of his friends like the back of his hand, he didn’t. He blamed the uprising war for that. He blamed it for everything, from clouding Remus’ judgement more than ever to forcing him and Lily, and consequently the rest of the Order, to be constantly on the lookout for danger. None of them had had a good night’s sleep for months now. 

“You should still apologise, you’ve been friends for years and I…” 

Rapid, loud knocks against her front door interrupted (Y/N). She and James looked at each other, he had a hunch of who it might be but getting his wand at the ready didn’t hurt. (Y/N) had the same idea, she started to move towards the entrance with her arm up, wand always pointing at the door.

“Who is it?” The banging stopped.

“It’s … It’s me, Rem - Remus. I - I.” She could hear him shuffling outside, as if he were moving round the place, jumping from one foot to another; he probably was. “It's really me, I - I got you that black leather holster for your wand as a gift. You bought the rug on your bedroom floor in a flea market last month, you said it reminded you of the one you had back home. Your favourite colour is red and you hated yourself for it because James always joked how you should’ve been in…”

“Gryffindor.” By the time Remus had been at the end of his ranting, she had unlocked the door and opened it all the way, hitting the rag on the way. 

“Yeah, but green always looked better on you.” Remus looked at her face, he could see the trail of black makeup going from her eyes to her chin. She must’ve felt his stare because in a swift movement she got rid of the marks, or at least she tried to. It smudged a bit more than he knew she would’ve preferred. 

“You’ve got blood on your face.” She said.

“I know, I - I tripped down the…” Remus tried to explain while cleaning the blood with the back of his sweater. She could’ve told him she’ll clean it up for him with the touch of a finger. She didn’t.

“You don’t have to cover for him, I know James punched you.”

“Damn right I did.” She heard from inside the flat. James was leaning against the arch that separated the living room from the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest and a look that must’ve frightened Remus because of how he bent his head down and then looked up again, nodding as to show he’d understood his lesson. (Y/N) stared at James with an eyebrow raised, he sighed and then said: “I’m going to get Lily back at Dorcas’. See you, dove.” With a crack in the air, James disappeared.

“What I said, earlier, it - it wasn’t true.” Remus began once they had settled on her velvet green sofa. She had found it on the street, a bit tattered but nothing magic couldn’t repair. “I’m an idiot but I’m just so scared. So frightened that.. that what I - what I am will put a higher target behind your back. I’m a half-breed, a monster, and people like me … No, no let me finish. People like me don’t deserve someone as pure as you so I thought…”

“You thought pushing me away, breaking my heart, would solve any of that?”

“Well, yes! If I’m not putting you in danger during the full moon, then I’m putting you in danger because they - they won’t hesitate to come after you if you are with me.”

“You bloody git. They are after all of us, even if we aren’t together, they’ll still come after me…”

“You don’t know that.”

“What are you saying, Remus? I’m a blood traitor in their eyes, my best friend is a muggleborn. My own great-grandmother would put me on the ground if she could see me right now so don’t try to make me understand you with this bullshit. You may be scared of love, of loving me, but I’m not. I love you and I’ve loved you for so long that I’m not going to give you up, not at times like this. I don’t care that you’re a werewolf, I’ve never cared. And I get that it’s hard for you, that you feel guilty when we try to alleviate your pain, but I’m fucking exhausted that you think I won’t be able to handle it, to handle you and your transformations.” She inched her face closer to his, a hand moving up to cradle his jaw while the other grabbed his hand. “I chose to be with you, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be easy and not because you’re a werewolf but because you are an insufferable arsehole who doesn’t let people in, who is afraid of hurting others while not realising that he’s still hurting them when he pushes them away.”

He didn’t respond, he just leaned further on the touch of her hand. It grounded him. How was he able to think, even for a second, that he would survive without her light-feathered touch, without her hands running through his hair or his arms that would give him goosebumps?

“I thought that you had grown tired of me or that you had never loved me the way I loved you. That you’d thought I wasn’t loyal to the Order, that somehow I would…”

“No, no, no. I’d never, (Y/N), truly, I’d never. I got lost, I- I thought someday you would realise how you had ruined your life by spending it alongside… me. You could do so much better, and yet…”

“I’m sure there are men out there, wizards or not, that are less frightened at the idea of love than you are, Remus. But they’re surely not you, because they’re not as funny, or smart, or witty, or sensible, or great as you. I’d probably get bored of them within the hour and then I’d be lost because you wouldn’t be beside me. The only man I want is you. No one else. You drill that into your head or next time you try to pull a stunt like this I’ll kill you.”

“Got it.” He whispered before leaning in even closer, his lips barely brushing hers. He wanted to be sure she was okay with this; he wanted to be absolutely sure he hadn’t completely messed up their relationship but for that he needed her to confirm it; to accept his apology. She did, sealing their lips desperately, trying to transmit everything she had just said but with a kiss. She had been so terrified that the only way to have him in her life would be through meetings to discuss missions and war plans; that she would never get to touch him, to kiss him, to hold him after a rough full moon again. “You wouldn’t actually kill me, right?” 

“No, but I would tell James to punch ten times harder.”

“Please don’t, he’s got a sick hook.”

“Then you better behave.”

She kissed him again, deeper this time. Their lips moved synchronised, familiar with each other; her hands travelled all the way up to his hair while his circled around her waist, bringing her closer. Chest against chest, with her legs propped up into his lap, they stayed like that for a long time before Remus laid her down on the sofa.

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[cosmal]

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN — SIZE KINK WITH REMUS LUPIN

*:･ﾟsummary — remus lupin is tall. expected, he fucks well too. fucks you into oblivion.

*:･ﾟ warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her, size kink, piv, rough fucking

*:･ﾟ word count — 2.1k

*:･ﾟmy gif!

Remus Lupin is tall. So, very tall. You’re not sure whether you detest it, or if you love it. You think you know which one.

Sirius had invited you out and you knew Remus would be there. Obviously. So, you’d worn your prettiest dress and spent extra time doing your hair, hoping that tonight would be the night he’d finally ask you back to his flat.

You knew you were in for a long night when he was attached to your hip as soon as you arrived. An arm wrapped around your shoulder - that only tightened when some guy had offered to buy you a drink - sitting down so close that you could feel his heat seeping through your skin. It was dizzying.

So, here you were, perched at the end of his bed with him hovering over you with a gentle hand gripping your chin. His thumb tracing circles over your skin, stretching out to prod your neck, and all you can think about is how tall he is.

“You sure you want to do this?” He asks. His voice is rasped with want and it sends a shiver down your back.

You angle your head until your lips press into his wrist. You kiss him there slowly, looking up at him through droopy eyelashes. “Please, Remus.” Your tone is a few heavy breaths short of a whiny plea. You squeeze your legs together with anticipation.

He hums and his grip tightens on your chin. He moves his thumb from your neck and slides it up to your mouth, tugging gently on your bottom lip. You open up and he slides his thumb past your teeth and pushes down into your tongue. The tip grazes just below your gagging point.

You raise your hand to grip his wrist and you wrap your lips around his finger, closing your eyes.

“Look at you, hmm?” Spit wells at the corners of your mouth, begging to fall down your chin, “Such a needy thing.”

Your eyes open and he pushes further back, throat bobbing and you breathe through your nose. Before he prods too far, exploring your mouth, he pulls his hand free and your lips pop.

With a wet hand, he guides you back to lay flat against his mattress. His pillow engulfs your head. With your knees bent, your view is obstructed where he tugs at his jeans. You hear his belt clatter then his jeans unzip. While he’s tugging his pants down, you’re pulling your shirt over your head, then your skirt from your legs.

He gives a few tugs to his sensitive cock and you have to hold back your urge to gawp. Remus being well-endowed comes as no surprise. 

He pulls your legs together and with one hand he pinches your ankles together to lift your hips from the bed with a strength that dizzies you. He tugs your panties from your legs with his free hand and lets you fall back down to the bed.

He pushes one of your legs flat and the other up the bed to spread you open. 

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, using his thumb to spread you apart, through your folds to expose the bud of your clit, “I am going to ruin you, sweetheart.”

When you try to close your legs, his palm spreads over your thigh to hold you apart. He smears slick from where it's embarrassingly dribbling from your hole, right up across your clit and over the skin of your thighs. A wet mess. He’d think about getting you to wet his fingers with your mouth again but doesn’t think it’s necessary. 

“Making such a mess for me,” he coos, tracing the skin of your thigh. You shiver.

So, with no preamble, he pushes one finger inside and you breathe out a tiny gasp, wanting more. You whine and push your hands flat against the bed before you fist at his sheets. 

Amused, Remus slides another finger in and the sigh that follows is pleasing. He curls and thrusts, the flat of his palm coming to graze against your clit. You squirm.

“Remus,” you almost whine, prodding your foot into his thigh. You watch where he fists at his ruddy cock with his free hand, where his hand twists and pulls.

He looks up at you instead of where his fingers are pushing through your pudgy folds. “What’s up, baby?” he asks.

You blink slowly, “S’not enough.” 

He scissors his fingers and your back curls off the bed momentarily, head spinning when your walls stretch around his fingers. His hand wettens when his thrusts speed up.

“What do you want?” he asks, moving to lean on his knee propped up on his bed. 

You squirm and your eyes well with tears in the corners where your eyelashes kiss. “Please, Remus. Need you- need you inside me.” The stretch is numbing and you bite down on your lip, hard.

He pulls his fingers from you and doesn’t miss when you whine, moving to grasp his wrist again. You miss and he leans forward to run his aching cock through your wet folds. Smearing your arousal around in a mess that coats him in a sheen of you.

“Hmm, I don’t know baby.” He quirks. You bring a leg up to cross over your middle, he catches your thigh and holds it still. Leaning down to kiss your knee. “I don’t know if I’ll fit.” He murmurs into your skin before dropping your leg.

You nod your head feveriously and your hair scratches against your neck, “Please, Remus. Please, I can take it.” 

He coos, pushing his thumb inside your weeping hole and spreads you open momentarily, “You think? Looks so tight, bunny.” 

You wriggle to find some relief and your tears fall down your temples and into your hair. He reaches out to cup your face and then pats you. Not roughly, but certainly not gently, “So pretty.” he murmurs, squeezing at your cheeks, pulling until he’s formed a crooked smile. “Look so pretty crying for my cock, baby.”

“Ple…’’ The plea dies on your lips when he squeezes your throat. Your cunt clenches around his thumb and Remus wants to laugh. He doesn’t.

He leans back to brace himself, lining his cock back up at your entrance. Placing a few taps with his tip that have you jolting. “I think I can make it fit.” he smiles before pushing in. The first initial stretch has you holding your breath. It's always the best part, moulding until it's snug.

At first, knowing how big he is, truly, he’s shallow and slow. Fucking you at a pace that already has you gasping. Your cheeks don’t have time to dry before another round of overwhelming tears splash down your face. He wipes them with his thumb and frowns at you. You nod encouragingly, smiling. 

“Please, Remus.” You gasp, breathlessly. You palm at your tits, toying with your hardened nipples through your fingers. 

“Well, when you ask so nicely.” He’s so, very smug. You selfishly love it.

He pushes in further and you gasp. “I can be so polite,” You feel dizzy and your breath is lost on you, “I have so many manners. All- all the manners.” You babble, mindlessly.

“Don’t you just.” 

He grunts once he’s at the hilt. He stops, letting you adjust. But, in your hazed mind, you want him to speed up. You wriggle your hips and gasp when there’s a pinching stretch.

He slaps the side of your thigh, “Slow down, babe. You’ll hurt yourself.”

You nod your head, slowing your hips. You let him take the lead and within a few slow thrusts, he’s speeding to a pace that has you keening. Your head angles back pointed to the ceiling as you cry out, strangled and loud.

He leans forward to wrap his lips around your perked nipple. Making quick work of running his mouth along your skin, sucking and nipping. Bullying your skin until you start to shiver under his attentive mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, thighs slapping the bottoms of yours. He pushes his palm flat against the swell of your tummy, “Can you feel me, hmm? Feel how deep I am?”

“So full, Remus.” you mewl, nodding your head more. He tugs at your hand and brings it to your cunt and guides it to your twitching clit. Spreads your fingers over your folds, guiding you to start touching yourself. Your limbs feel heavy and your movements are lazy.

“C’mon, you can do it.” He tuts, pushing at your hand, “Touch yourself for me, sweetheart. Make you feel so much better.”

“Uh-huh.” He moves his hand and you try your best to massage your clit. Your fingers twitch over the bead and you jolt every time you hit the perfect spot, screwing your eyes shut.

Before anything has the time to build, he’s pulling out of you and you want to cry out but your tongue feels dry and your throat thick.

He flips you onto your stomach at a speed that makes the room spin with your head pushed into his pillow. He spreads your thighs wide, palming at your ass so you’re on display for him. His hands brace at your hips before he’s sliding back in with a deep, guttural groan.

He’s back at the mind-numbing pace he was just at. His skin slides against yours as he leans his weight into you. Pushing your hips so far into the bed you can feel the box springs under you. 

“Fuck,” He grunts, slamming into you, prodding so deep against the perfect spot until you moan. “So tight.”

“So deep,” You babble.

“Yeah?”

“Can’t take it,” You shake your head.

Deep, he groans, “Think you can,”

He leans over you to brace himself and you go limp under him, lazily trying to swivel your hips against his pelvis. With one big palm, he brings his hand up to the middle of your back and pushes down. To be so overwhelmed and suffocated by him makes you clench hard around him as he fucks relentlessly into you. He fucks you so hard you wondered if you’d bruise. 

“Fuck, Remus. I’m gonna cum,” You murmur, voice muffled through cotton pillowcases. It felt good to be used by him. Like a cocksleeve.

“Yeah?” He asks, rolling his hips to hit a new angle. Rolling, rolling, rolling. He looks down to where he’s splitting you over his cock. “Gonna cum on my cock, angel? Please.”

“Don’t stop, Remus. Please, please. Fuck.” You murmur breathlessly, screwing your eyes shut. With a few more relentless thrusts, you're cumming. Spasming into the mattress until your toes curl and you can’t find any words. Head completely empty.

“Remus,” You pant as he sits back on his haunches. He drags you with him, keeping himself deep-seated inside your twitching cunt. 

Chasing his own high, he grabs your hips and fucks you back onto him with your legs spread wide across the bed. You bounce back and forth uselessly as he grunts behind you. 

“I think I’ve fucked you dumb, bunny.” He groans, pistoning his hips. You've stopped trying to assist his movements anymore. Letting him do everything, use you how he wants as he drags you up and down his cock. Squelching and thudding as he slams inside you.

You babble loudly, Ah's and Oh's, high pitched and all pretty, Remus thinks. He watches where your lips spread around him, swallowing him whole as he spears you open.

Overwhelmed, you don’t even see it coming. As you feel Remus twitch inside you, thrusts becoming sloppy and stuttered, spurting his thick seed inside, you cum as well, blindsided. Gargling into the bed, your bite down into his pillow.

He pulls out, sitting back on his legs. Bringing his thumbs to your gaping hole to spread you open and watches his cum ooze from you where you push it out. “All ruined, baby.” he coos.

He watches where you pant, spent and fucked out atop his bed. Sheets completely ruined. He leans down to grasp your calves, massaging your aching muscles. He kisses along your back, up the length of your spine until he reaches your cheek, moving to kiss there as well.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He pecks again. You nod your head against his lips, head clouded and eyes droopy. “You wanna take a shower?Or?”

You mewl, “Wanna sleep, Rem.”

Remus moves to grab a wet cloth from his ensuite and is careful when he wipes you clean to his best ability. Wiping along your puffy lips and across your thighs, watching as you jolt and screw your face in displeasure. 

“That’s enough,” You whine.

“I know, baby.” He murmurs, kissing your shoulder, “Just don’t complain to me in the morning when you’re all sticky and you’re angry I let you sleep.”

“I won’t, promise.”

You do. You complain about your aching tummy and your sticky skin. And the bruises under your tits.

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puppy love and flowers — remus lupin

▸summary: he's absolutely sure he loves you. he's absolutely sure you love him. flowers aren't given to just anybody.

▸characters: remus lupin x f! reader, lil snippets of james and sirius and peter

▸tw: hay fever, small sadness moment

▸a/n: consider this my apology for the previous angst post. also, look at the guy. he's a smol bean

REMUS LUPIN WAS a sucker for a good bouquet. He'd always want to give them to you, yet he could never find the moment. There'd always be something that would stop him.

Today was one of the days where his plans were smudged.

It was a Hogsmeade day, so naturally, he with his posse decided to head into the town to scope out bouquets. There was one he'd seen little bit ago that he was fidgeting to buy. It was a beautiful set of red and white roses with baby's breath surrounding them. They were your favourite flowers.

Sirius Black had never felt so depressed than when he had watched his friends realise that the 'sold out' sign was for the bouquet he wanted to get for you. He felt so out of place when Remus looked like he had just been deprived of his natural resource of chocolate.

"Why not just get her different flowers?" the Black boy asked, awkwardness coating his very body in a tense feeling.

Remus sighed. "But those were for her. They were like, specifically crafted just so that she could have them. And now they're gone. And I still haven't gotten her flowers!"

James sympathised more with Remus that Sirius could. James often got flower for Lily from this very shop. Albeit, she always threw them out when she got them, but it was the thought that counted. Peter didn't say anything. He was too busy drawing stars in the snow.

The bespectacled boy put his hand on Remus' shoulder, noticing his friend's eyes welling with tears. "It's alright, mate. There's always tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day."

"But I wanted to get her those today."

There was something so frustrating about not getting something done on the day you planned. You'd feel so incomplete in your tasks, and he'd never get to sleep tonight. Well, he might drift off if he cried long enough.

The walk back to the dorms was long and awkward and tense and depressing. There were so many emotions. Remus has just been thwarted yet again in his attempts to woo you. Peter was plucking the snow off of his mittens one by one.

"Damn, mate, you are so in deep," Sirius teased, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean, I've heard of puppy love, but this just takes the cake."

"Is that supposed to be a pun?" Remus muttered. It was kinda funny.

"I suppose so."

They had only gotten to the dorm when they heard the girls. They were laughing. No, hang on. They were shrieking. And... sneezing?

The four boys entered the common room to find Lily and Marlene holding onto furniture for dear life, their faces as red as their ties. Marlene tried to heave in a breath and little was wiping her face.

And then you sneezed. They erupted into laughter again.

"What on earth is going on?" James asked, confusion filling his bloodstream. The girls couldn't find the words, too busy giggling, so you decided to speak.

"I bought flowers for Remus," you started, your nose stuffed, "and I have just found out that I am, in fact, deathly allergic to flowers."

You sneezed again. The girls didn't completely fall apart, but they still chuckled.

Remus looked at you with those big eyes of his. "You got me flowers?"

"Yeah," you said sheepishly. "I though it'd be a nice surprise, but now I'm covered in snot, my nose and throat hurts, my head kinda aches, and my eyes are red."

You sneezed, and Remus started laughing. He rested his head on your shoulder, despite your protests.

"How did you never realise you had a tendency to get hay fever?" Sirius asked, trying to stifle his own chuckles.

"I don't know. It doesn't get this bad at home. The flowers there are small, and here, I don't go out much in the spring. It's too warm. Plus, it's not like I get up close and personal with flowers now, do I?"

"Yeah, but still. It's hay fever, it's a pretty common thing."

"Like I said," you sneezed again, away from Remus' face, "there just wasn't enough for me to notice." You paused for a second. "I always wondered why I got the sniffles in the springtime. I thought it was just spring colds."

James grinned. "Well, now you know."

You sneezed twice more, Remus brushing the hair out of your sweaty face.

"I think we need to rescue you from your natural foe." He guided you by the hand outside of the common room, and he stole a glance back at the flowers you had bought for him, his heart swelling.

Red and white roses surrounded with baby's breath.

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[staticradiodotcom]

Awkward!Remus Lupin Headcannons

AN: I have been down bad for this man and some people make him way too confident. so i present, Biblically accurate remus.

Tags: Remus Lupin x Gn!Reader, Smut, possibly angst??, Innocent!Remus.

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SFW

This man trips over his own feet constantly. He does it atleast four times a day.

Consistently flustered, No matter how many times you call him pretty or handsome he always turns red. He just can’t understand how someone like you can view him as good looking.

Always willing to help you with any problem, no matter how hard.

This man gets flustered when you kiss him in public. again, he doesn’t understand why someone like you would want to be seen openly with him.

Loves holding your hand while you walk to and from classes.

He thoroughly enjoys playing with your hair while he’s focused on a task. His hands always have to be doing something.

You had to teach him how to kiss at first. he has improved massively since you started dating.

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NSFW

It will take months for this man to become confident enough to dominate you, he needs to be completely comfortable and trust you undeniably before he even attempts.

Fumbles. The first time you two tried anything you had to guide him on where to touch you and how to do it. (After your first time he started researching how to get better)

He is packing a lot of inches for someone who is so nerdy. (Smart boys have the biggest cocks-) doesn’t mean he knows how to use it.

He focus’s a lot more on your pleasure than his own.

The first time he gave you head he was sloppy, it was a direct contrast between his usual calm and stoic persona.

The first time he made you cum he acted like a kid at christmas. Smiling proudly as his fingers continued to work you through your orgasm.

Loves to reward you. anything you want. all you have to do is ask.

If he’s comfortable enough with you, he’ll try anything you want to do. He’s a firm ‘i’ll try anything atleast once’ kind of guy.

Will melt if you praise him for his intelligence during the act.

Will also melt if you degrade him for his intelligence during the act. it’s a win win for him.

The first time you gave him a handjob he was over in minutes. he also thought about it for weeks.

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AN: lost motivation for this so it’s been sitting in my drafts for a while

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[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin]

I see the new look, hoping you can maybe gift us a shot based on that y'know 👀 maybe library, fluffy, Remmy shi- (feel free to completely deny this)

Well ofc

Library

You thumbed the pages reading but not reading, your gaze flickering the the messy-haired boy beside you. Headphones in, one hand on his book the other on you thigh. He was unreal in the golden light of the afternoon, his hair brilliantly unruffled.

It was comfortable at first, grounding. Now with every stoke on your thigh, your mind cleared and faded to black. You cleared your throat and flipped the page.

"What you reading love," his voice a husky low from not talking.

"The dead poet's society, it was a muggle book i got back in London," You blab.

"Read it to me," he says coming closer. "I'm interested."

"Oh me Oh life of the faithless of these re-curring," you pause and look over at him, his eyes on you in rapt attention. "Of endless train of the faithless of cities filled with the foolish, what good amid these oh me, oh life?"

"Answer," he says, eyes still on you. "That you are here that life exists; and identity and that the play goes on and on and you may contribute a verse,"

"You know it? Of course you do which book haven't you read?" you ask incredulous as he buries his head in his arms before looking at you sheepishly through his hair.

"May or may not have read it a couple times," he grinned. His scars pulling as he smiles. You're mesmerised by it.

"Sure~," it came out breathily shocking you yourself. You meant to whisper it.

He freezes for a bit, his eyes unfocusing. Then he blinks and he's back to normal.

"What's wrong," Did you do something wrong?

"You-" he stops and tilts his head. "You pretty witch," he says softly.

His statement shocks you and your cheeks heat up.

"You better not be going with Larrot or Larron or Lall- whatever his name is for The Ball the ministry is holding."

"Remus? Are you insinuating something,"

"I'm insinuating a lot of things, one you're gonna dump him." you hum coming closer.

"Two, I'm going to be stepping in to replace your botchy date," you hum again as you lean in.

"Three," he paused.

"Three?" you prompted. You had just noticed how closed you'd gotten. Both your breathes coming in shallow currents.

"Three, I kiss you like i love you, which i do, then and now only if you let me," his hand coming up to caress you cheek. "Only ever if you let me,"

"I'll always let you, Moons," you say. He grins his mesmerising grin and dips in to kiss you, so softly you feel yourself float. It's comforting how his hands wrap around you and bring you in. Settling on his lap.

"Well, Well, Moony finally grew up," you break up to find Sirius and James standing over by the bookshelves. Sirius clicked the polaroid you hadn't noticed him holding. Remus' tugged on your skirt fluently as he picked you up, like you weighed nothing. (Werewolf strength you bet)

"Gonna keep this for the grand-kids," you burrow your face in Remus' neck as he tells of his friends. Your lips tingling, reminding you of what just happened.

I just kissed Remus John Lupin and i liked it and he likes meee

Blushing kicking screaming sprinting foaming at the mouth hyperventilating just Remus~ bro fr ayusDgHiunhaHNHbujgbBNUINubymhlksnlwkKgq

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[allllium]

Hi!) send my love and little idea for a fic

May I request a little story about Remus x fem!reader? Other characters are welcomed :) characters age is up to you

The reader is calm person, ready to help, even get into a fight against bullies. But she also has a death glare and doesn’t peak words to smooth the situation. She doesn’t have a lot of friends, but definitely she is friends with Lily and the Marauders like to hang out with her (helps them with studies or work, helps James with Lily, lots of sarcastic jokes).

I think Remus can see through her facade. And he finally decided to ask her out for a date, maybe he even said something like “I like you”. And the reader reply with “Ok” and storms out to process with her feelings towards Rem. Then we can see collective panic 😱😂 The next day she finds Remus and gives him his favorite chocolate and self-made scarf with the words “I think I like you too” ❤️

Hope it’s all make sense to you 😅 sometimes I have similar situation when I can’t define my feelings and need time to analyze them… 🥲

I Think I Like You Too...

a/n ~ Omg reader in this is so relatable 😭 Honestly wasn't sure how you wanted me to write them so I did what I thought worked best for this situation. Not quite sure how happy I am with this so I might add to it/change some of it in the future but for now I hope you like it <3

~ Just fluff, James and Sirius being children

WC ~ 1,859

Sometimes you don't understand why you're friends with the marauders. You love them so much but you're so different sometimes you don't understand. You're very calm and collected. Most times you don't show emotion at all, coming off as if you don't care. That's not the case though and luckily the boys know that. Even if they're the only ones.

Besides them and Lily, no one talks to you, and you don't talk to them. There's no real reason for this, only that people say you have a “death glare,” which apparently, makes you seem unapproachable.

Because of them being your only friends, (and not great at their studies) you spend a lot of time helping the boys, mainly James and Sirius, with their homework and preparing them for exams. During times where you're helping the boys in the library you notice the way people look at you guys. Sometimes their gaze is slanted towards the boys, either lusting after them or annoyed by some dumb prank they pulled.

However, there are times when people stare at you. They try to be less obvious, but you can see the way they silently judge you. Wondering why the boys hang out with you and debating whether or not you're as bitchy as you tend to seem.

You don't let any of this get to you, people will judge you for anything you do, and you know they simply don't understand. Honestly you find it funny how obsessed people are with a look on your face.

Especially when it's not one you make on purpose.

“I don't understand.” James tells you, for what feels like the hundredth time in twenty minutes.

“Of course you don't, you've been making faces at Sirius the whole time I was explaining.” You swear sometimes they're just children in growing-up bodies. Between the pranks, silly faces, and running around the halls playing hide and seek, but instead of each other seeking, it's whichever teacher they last put a spell on, it can be very hard to keep up with. Probably why people were so unexpected to see you all together.

“No I wasn't.”

“James, I saw you.”

“Wasn't me,” he defends. You let out a deep sigh at his childish antics, before focusing on the paper in front of him. You look down at the perfect moment, just in time to see Remus's small grin at banter between you and James.

“James, pay attention or I'll turn you into a rat,” you try to threaten, seeing Peter's frown at your words. “Sorry Pete, rats are adorable. You know how James feels about them though,” you shrug, remembering the way he screamed when Peter first transformed into his animagus form. He's not scared of Peter when he knows it's him but any other rat freaks him out.

“Fair.” Is all he says, as he leans back down to whatever he's doing on the floor.

You return your focus back to James, “Okay, are you going to pay attention this time?”

“Yes I am, apparently Lily only likes smart guys.”

“I have literally been telling you that for-” you're quickly cut off.

“No but that was just a plot for you to make me do my homework.”

“No it wasn't, I was trying to help you with Lily because-”

“No, I'm pretty sure you're lying.”

“But you confirmed it why would I be lying about it-”

“Well I don't know, why are you?”

“James Fleamont Potter I swear if you cut me off one more fucking time.” You hear the giggles of everyone else around you.

“What? What are you gonna do?”

“Call Lily.”

“No wait, I'm sorry.” He immediately changes his tone and turns back to his parchment.

Rolling your eyes, you look at Sirius,“Sirius, how far are you?”

“Well unlike prongs, I'm almost finished.” He tells you proudly.

“Can I see it?” He looks between you and the paper for a moment and then shakes his head.

“Not yet. It's a surprise.” You take a deep breath as he continues making faces to James.

Deciding you're done being a young mom to two boys older than you. You excuse yourself from the table and move to sit by the only boy not constantly giving you a headache.

“Hey, Rem.” You greet him softly.

“Good try.” He smirks at you, referencing the boys in front of you. You're glad they're having fun, but they're giving you gray hairs at this point.

“I'm two seconds away from calling Euphemia to deal with them.”

“That's a great plan, at least you'll get cookies out of it.” You nod your head in agreement, taking a second to admire your friend. Which is totally normal in a friendship, probably. You know you feel different about Remus than the others but you're not one hundred percent sure why.

“Ugh why can't you tutor them?” You don't even remember why you agreed to tutor them in the first place.

“Because I did it first and you lost the bet.” Now you remember, you and Remus had a stupid bet on who would tutor them. You and he had a competition, whoever got the lower grade on an exam would be the tutor. You lost. By one point.

“Not fair, I want a rematch.”

“How is that not fair? I won perfectly fair.” You know he did but you don't want to accept it.

“Uh because I don't wanna do it anymore.”

“C'mon they're not that bad.”

“Says you! Yesterday they were playing rock, paper, scissors and when Sirius lost, he pushed over James in his chair. Then James got up and claimed all the knowledge was knocked out of his head and he couldn't possibly finish the paper.” Remus is clearly trying not to laugh at your frustration. “Don't laugh, it's not funny.”

“I'm not laughing. But you have to admit they're very amusing.”

“I admit nothing. Seriously, why do they go to such lengths to avoid homework.” Remus immediately moves his face out of your view. “What do you know, Wolfboy?”

“Is the nickname really necessary?”

“Yes it is, explain,” you don't give him any room for argument.

“Fine. They usually do their homework just fine, slow but fine.”

“Then why do they cause such problems for me?” You ask him in despair.

“They like fucking with you.”

“Are you kidding me Lupin?” You raise your eyebrows at him and demand a response.

“No, they think you're funny.” He breaks out in a full blown laugh at your annoyed reaction.

“I'm glad you think this is funny, Moony, because you won't be laughing when you're all rats.”

“As if you could even turn me into a rat. I dare you to try.”

“Y'know what I will.” You give him a bright smile as he grabs your wrist to keep you from grabbing your wand.

“Not right now.”

“You're not scared are you Lupin?” You swear your heart skips a beat at his grin.

“Can you just pick one name and stick with it?”

“Okay I pick Wolfboy.”

“No you don't, pick something else.”

“No. Bye Wolfboy.” You hear his frustrated groan from behind you while you leave the library.

“Ah!” You jump as you turn the corner and run into Remus. “Oh. Hi Wolfboy.”

“I thought I told you to pick something else to call me.”

“No, I don't remember that.” He looks at you in disbelief. “I'm getting breakfast now.”

“No you are not.” He begins to pull you in the other direction.

“Um Wolfboy, I need food.”

“Not right now.” What the fuck.

“What is so important I must miss breakfast?” He pulls you into an empty classroom and shuts the door. “You know you can't kill me right? People will know.

“That's not…what?”

“Nevermind, continue.”

“Okay great. I don't know how to say this but after yesterday it just felt so clear that I need you to know.” You give a gentle nod for him to continue.

“Y/n, I hope this doesn't ruin anything between us but I need you to know that I like you.” He waits a minute for you to respond, when you don't, he keeps going. “As more than a friend, like romantically. I have a crush on you.”

“Oh um okay.” You shrug and start to walk out of the room. “See you at breakfast.”

Remus is stuck standing in place as he tries to comprehend what just happened. He was expecting a rejection, a clear rejection. Or of course, there's the small part of him waiting for you to admit you feel the same way he does. But no. None of them. He has no idea how you're feeling. Who just says “okay” to that and walks out.

After a minute he decides to follow you to the great hall, pretending nothing just happened. He doesn't know whether to be sad about a rejection or be happy it wasn't actually a rejection?

James and Sirius are questioning his mixed expression the second he sits down, but Remus is focused solely on you. Who isn't in the great hall. He looks over all the people at least three times looking for you. Ultimately, he can't help but be a little relieved he doesn't have to face you right now. What would he even say after that?

Remus doesn't see you for the rest of the day. Instead he spends the day worrying whether or not he's scared you away.

“Oh Remus you're here! Come here!” You grab his hand and pull him into an empty room, similarly to the way he did to you yesterday.

“Um okay? Are you alright?” He asks quickly, as if sensing your nervousness.

“Yes I'm fine I just need to say something to you.”

“What is that?” He asks, pointing to the things you're holding in your free hand.

“Oh yeah this stuff is for you.” You hand him a box of his favorite chocolates and a scarf you spent the night making for him. “I made this for you because I didn't know how to say what I want to. I didn't mean to act like that yesterday, I just needed some time to think about how I felt.”

“And what do you want to say?”

“Yeah it's on the scarf actually.” You take notice of how your fingers are fidgeting, and your legs are bouncing in place.

“Did you make this? This is nice.”

“Last night, yeah.” You feel a little out of breath as you stand in front of him.

“In one night? That's impressive and insane.”

“I'm well aware. I didn't sleep last night.” He grins you a big grin, both at your words and the words he finally finds on the end of his scarf.

“You need sleep, angel.” He says, cutting off at the end as he finishes reading your sewed words. ‘I think I like you too ♡’ is embedded into the red fabric. “You think?”

“Is that acceptable for you Wolfboy?” You step closer to him, waiting for his answer.

“Yeah more than.” You can't stop your bright smile as he leans down to place his lips on yours.

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I Was Wrong

pairing: young!sirius black x slytherin!reader

summary: Sirius always thought you were just like his family: ruthless and cruel. When he finds out how wrong he was, he also learns how similar hate and lust can be...

word count: 6.4k (oof)

warnings: SMUT, p in v, fingering, m!masturbation, m!receiving oral (in his imagination but still), dirty talk, marking, choking, angst, verbal fighting, enemies to lovers, academic rivals to lovers

"10 points to Slytherin," Professor Slughorn commends proudly after you answer his question correctly.

Smirking, you shoot Sirius Black a smug look and lean back in your seat. If looks could kill, you'd likely be a pile of ashes right now, but luckily his heated glares aren't more than a mild inconvenience.

You were the top of your class in nearly every subject, but Potions was one that Sirius somehow managed to eke his way to the top of. He was a naturally gifted wizard who hadn't always been academically inclined, but not for lack of talent. In his early years at Hogwarts, he hadn't tried very hard in school, instead opting to play quidditch and come up with pranks. Your rivalry was what had pushed him to work harder, and he got a ridiculous amount of satisfaction from beating you in the subject taught by your head of house.

Potions soon comes to an end and you pack your things up quickly, strutting out of the dingy room in a hurry. To your dismay, Sirius catches up quickly and you don't look at him when he starts talking to you. "How does it feel being the second best at your favorite subject?"

Not bothering to slow down, you respond icily, "How does it feel being the second best at everything else?"

He chuckles with mirth, matching your gait with irritating precision. You start to think he may finally stalk off, when he leans in close to your ear and whispers, "Not for long."

~~~

Your final class of the day is History of Magic, one which you have the misfortune of sharing with Sirius again. Adjusting your book bag on your shoulder, you walk into the classroom and take your usual seat at the front. You spot Sirius joking with his friends near the back, and you once again begrudgingly admit to yourself that he would be beautiful if he wasn't so infuriating. The way his soft brown eyes always have a glint of mischief, or how his long, dark hair is always styled perfectly or how—

A bell rings, signaling the beginning of the hour and you are jolted from your thoughts. Sirius takes a seat next to you, and unable to help yourself, you glance over at him. You find him already looking at you, a barely concealed grin on his face. "I hear Binns is assigning essay groups today. Now, should I invite 50 people or 100 people to the party I throw when I ace the essay and get the top score in History of Magic this year?"

Rolling your eyes, you turn back to face the front of the classroom, your hair falling over your shoulder in a silky curtain. "In your dreams, Black."

You would be lying if you said that your little rivalry with Sirius wasn't amusing at times, but it was mostly a way to keep you in check so that you could get out of your parent's house once you passed your N.E.W.T.S. Your friends knew about your disagreement with your family's blood purity morals, but no one outside of Slytherin paid enough attention to see how much your house's reputation displeased you.

Professor Binns eventually starts lecturing about the Goblin Rebellions and you quickly grab your quill and parchment. You try your best to stay focused, but even your interest in history can't keep you engaged with Binns' slow speech and indifference. By the time he starts assigning essay pairings, you are so zoned out that you almost miss it when your name is followed by Sirius Black's.

Your eyes widen with disbelief and you turn to Sirius to see an aghast expression on his face. You open your mouth to say something but Sirius just shakes his head and mutters, "There's no point in fighting Binns. He doesn't care enough to rework the arrangements."

You know he's right, but anger and dread flood your veins at the thought of spending a week working with Sirius fucking Black. You stuff your things into your book bag and stomp past him, taking a moment to gripe, "I can't believe I have to work with a bloody Gryffindor."

You're almost out the door when he shoots back, "It's not like I want to work with blood purist scum!"

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes and keep walking until he is out of earshot. His insults used to hurt your feelings, but you had long since gotten over your insecurities about your family and upbringing. His snipes just served to prove his ignorance about who you really were.

~~~

Sirius is fuming as he storms out of History of Magic. He would rather eat slugs than spend a week with you for the essay, but he knew that arguing with the decision was futile. When he passes through the doorway you just walked through, he smells the faint scent of mint and gardenia. Before he can stop himself, he breathes in deeply, catching the last remnants of your lingering perfume. The regret he feels is immediate and he rubs a hand over his face in contempt.

When he returns to Gryffindor tower, he drops his bag in his dormitory before throwing himself onto the couch in the common room. Remus and James are sitting by the fireplace, working on their own homework when he puts his hand to his forehead and groans loudly.

"What's up with you?" James asks, lifting his head from his parchment.

"Wait, let me finish this line," Remus says, waving his hand as he frantically scribbles down a few words. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Oh, nothing," Sirius sighs dramatically. "Just that I've been partnered up with the worst person in the world."

"Binns put you with Snape?" Remus gasps, only slightly feigning astonishment.

"Nope," Sirius shakes his head, lifting his brows for effect, "worse. He put me with y/n."

The two boys share a look for a moment, before James breaks the silence with a small, "Ah."

Sirius, on the other hand, looks at them incredulously. "Ah? I have been given a death sentence and that's all you lot have to say?"

"You don't think you're being a tad dramatic there?" Remus asks quietly. "She's not as bad as you seem to think she is."

Sirius doesn't seem convinced, so James interjects. "Yeah, Lily really doesn't mind her either, actually. They met at one of Slughorn's parties last year."

"Well then, she must be fantastic at hiding her true colors," Sirius decides, sitting up on the couch. "You all have seen her family's reputation. What they've done to people like you, Moony. She's practically following the same path."

"Pads," Remus says carefully, not wanting his next words to come across the wrong way, "the same could be said for you and your family."

"But I'm a Gryffindor!" he yells, surprising even himself with his emotional outburst. "I chose a different path! I pushed them away! I did that!"

Silence echoes throughout the nearly empty common room and Remus and James know better than to push the subject any further. They slowly return to their work, and Sirius pushes himself off of the couch before taking the stairs two at a time up to the boys dormitories.

~~~

Potions the next day is a tense affair, made worse when Professor Slughorn announces the date of his next party.

"Members of the Slug Club are welcome to attend my party next Friday evening," he states, smiling kindly at the students, before a serious expression crosses his face. "Formal attire mandatory."

You tilt your head down to hide the smile that tries to escape, before turning to your friends to discuss what you all are going to wear. The class ends soon after and you are surprised to see Sirius waiting for you by the door.

Your friends shoot you weary looks, but you nod, telling them it's okay and that you will catch up with them later. When they all shuffle out, you turn to him and sigh, "To what do I owe this displeasure?"

"Hilarious," he replies in a flat tone, before pushing himself off the wall and walking alongside you. "We're partners for Binns' essay. We have to make some sort of plan for the assignment."

You know he is right, and you curse yourself for not being the first one to reach out. "We are both finished with classes for the day. We can go to the library and find the books we need right now, and then make notes this weekend. Next week, we can meet a few times before it's due on Friday to write and edit the paper."

Sirius seems fine with this plan, and you hate how pleased you feel from his approval. He takes a moment to ponder your idea, running a hand through his long, shiny hair, and you find yourself admiring how it gleams in the sun.

"Okay," he finally says, jolting you from your daydream, "works for me. Let's go."

"That's all?" you ask with surprise. "No jibes?"

But he has already started walking towards the library, his long legs giving him an enormous stride that has you jogging to keep up. "Plenty of time for that."

~~~

You both manage to find several helpful books for your essay fairly quickly, and soon you start flipping through them to mark the relevant sections. When you reach the textbook on Magical Relations throughout History, you find a chapter on notable wizard families and become intrigued. As if in autopilot, you flip to the page with your family name and begin scanning over the names, when Sirius comes up next to you and grabs the book from under your face.

"What's got you so hooked?" he asks, looking at the page you were on.

"Give it here," you command, your voice wavering slightly. He doesn't notice.

"Ah, the y/l/n family!" he exclaims, before diving into the content and listing the most recent wizards in chronological order.

Each name feels like an electric shock and you can feel it getting harder to breathe as your lungs struggle to pull air in. When he starts reading the names of your parents, you rush forward and snatch the book back, snapping it closed.

He looks taken aback and anger shoots through you, replacing the discomfort and embarrassment. "How would you feel if I went through your family history?"

Sirius clenches his jaw, his nose flaring with enmity. "How is that the same? Your family has done vile, awful things, and I bet you can't wait to join them!"

He really thought you were just like them. How could he not see how your family went against the very essence of who you were?

But you didn't have the energy to fight him anymore. "Yeah, you're right. Because you obviously know everything about me."

He shakes his head, rubbing a hand over his face. "What are you on about?"

He looks like a puppy with his bewildered expression and suddenly you can't decide whether you want to punch him or shake him. You settle for a "Whatever, Black" before tossing the book onto the table and stalking out of the library.

Your hair blows behind you as you pass by Sirius, and he finds himself wishing he could reach out and run his fingers through the velvety strands. You were striking when you were angry and it was the most infuriating and confusing mix of emotions he had ever experienced.

~~~

The weekend passes quickly and when Monday arrives, you both work on your halves of the essay in silence. You catch yourself glancing up at Sirius a few times, and you can't help but admire his steely focus on the work at hand. His intellect and work ethic are two of the few things you admire about him, after all.

Your eyes are falling shut when you check the time and see that you've been working for hours. You close your ink pot and stuff your parchment into your bag as you get ready to leave.

You are carefully putting away your quills when you hear Sirius' voice, quiet over the crackle of the fireplace. "Why are you in Slytherin if you don't actually care for your family?"

It was the same question you heard all the time, from every direction. Why are you in Slytherin if you hate your family so much, y/n? No one ever asked why Slytherin was associated with such darkness, when it stood for so much more than that.

Glaring at him, you force the memories down and spit out the first ill-chosen remarks you can muster. "Maybe I do care. Maybe I am exactly what you believe! I don't give a fuck what you think about me, Black, so leave me the hell alone."

You start to leave the room as he retorts, "You disgust me."

A humorless laugh escapes from your mouth and you pause for only a moment before exiting the study room. "Back at you."

Sirius is left stunned, his mouth practically hanging open in shock and confusion. Your words were filled with poison, but your voice had contained something he couldn't quite place. He doesn't allow himself to think about it, instead leaving the study room and heading back to Gryffindor tower to get ready for quidditch practice.

The weather is dreadful, souring Sirius' mood even further, but somehow James is his usual chipper self. They scrimmage for a bit, before James parks himself by the goal posts to chat with Sirius about his latest interactions with Lily.

"She laughed at one of my jokes today," James muses, his tone joyful as he gesticulates wildly, balancing on his broom with irritating ease. "I could listen to her laugh for the rest of my life."

Sirius is only half listening, unable to turn his thoughts away from your earlier outburst. He wished that he could crawl inside your mind and understand everything about you, but that impulse was at war with his righteous desire to distance himself from you at any cost. He's considering his choices when he hears a deep voice yell from across the pitch.

"Oi, Black, Potter, I don't pay you tosspots to just sit around and chat!" Frank Longbottom barks out, squinting through the rain.

"Er, Frank," Sirius hesitantly responds, "you don't pay us at all."

"And your point is...?"

James clears his throat and speaks up before Sirius has the chance to get them into trouble. "Sorry, Longbottom, we were just discussing Saturday's match plan against Hufflepuff."

Frank nods and flies off, forcing James to actually do his job as chaser. Sirius shakes his head vigorously, trying to shake off the rain and his thoughts of you, before resuming his station in front of the goal posts. The rest of practice slogs along, and by the time Frank finally lets the team head back inside, they are all drenched.

Sirius can feel the cold deep in his bones and he sheds off his quidditch gear the moment he enters the boys dormitories. Racing to the shower before James can get back from talking to Frank, he turns the water as hot as it can go and steps under the scalding spray. He audibly sighs as the chill in his veins dissipates, and he leans against the tile as the water cascades over him.

The water also helps melt some of the stress that has seeped into his bones, but it's not enough. Quidditch and school and his family and that damn essay. Everything in his life recently has been building the knot of tension in his gut and he needs to relieve it.

His hand slides down and he palms his length lightly, working it slowly before gripping it in his hand. His cock grows, aching with need, and he starts moving his hand, massaging his shaft with slow strokes. Wet heat zings up his spine, and he leans his head back against the wall, quickening the pace of his movements.

He feels the coil tighten in his abdomen and he rubs his thumb over the tip to bring him closer, but suddenly the pleasure stagnates. He clenches his fist harder, but the wave feels far away, taunting him as he tries and fails to crest it. Sirius groans in frustration, turning around to lean his forehead against the tile. His hand grasps his cock again, but this time a reprehensible thought enters his mind and burrows into his subconscious.

This time it's your hand gripping him instead. He's so desperate for release that he allows himself to give in to the fantasy, and suddenly you're in front of him, taking his length in your slender fingers. Your lips curve into a cheeky smirk and you sink to your knees in front of him as he watches you in awe. He can feel you lick a flat stripe up his shaft and he groans, heat surging through him again. When you finally suck him into your mouth, he thinks he may come on the spot, but he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to prolong the sensation. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and he can almost imagine your scent as he thrusts up into his own hand, wishing it was yours instead.

He knows he should stop this — he shouldn't even have allowed himself to begin — but it feels so good. So good that he can't bear to imagine what it would have felt like had it been real.

One final thrust brings him to his release and he gasps into the shower wall, pressing his forearm against the tile to keep himself upright. The moment the pleasure ends and his brain clears of its fog, a waterfall of shame washes over him. Sirius scrubs his body with soap, hoping to rid himself of his guilt, but even after he has washed and dried himself, the feeling remains.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he finds that James has yet to return from talking to Longbottom, and he clambers into his bed, pulling the curtains closed around him. He doesn't emerge from his bed until late the next morning, just in time to rush to his first class.

He thanks the heavens that he doesn't share any classes with you today, and he goes through his day in a daze, not fully focusing on any of his subjects. You, on the other hand, are rampaging through the halls with a reignited enmity. You can't get your last argument with Sirius out of your head, and you've been forcing yourself to push down your fury all day.

By the time you finish your last class of the day, you are heading back to the Slytherin dungeon when you spot Sirius ducking into an empty classroom. After a whole day of tamping down your emotions, just the sight of him makes your cheeks flush with anger. Against your better judgment, you stalk forward and follow him into the room.

Sirius turns back in surprise when he hears you enter, but it quickly turns to exasperation and something that looks like abashment. "What the hell are you doing here? Can no one get some bloody peace and qui—"

"Why do you so easily assume that you know me?" you spit out, your volume a bit louder than you would've liked. "You constantly insist upon inserting yourself in my life, but you don't take the time to even try to understand me!"

His expression suddenly grows darker and he scoffs, "Because I do know you. Our families are the same. We grew up with the same upbringing, and I don't even have to look past my own bloody family tree to find a dozen examples of how that turns out."

He looks so sure of himself that you have to fight off the urge to wrap your hands around his neck and strangle him. Taking a step forward, you can't stop yourself from raising your voice even further. "You're so infuriating! How can anyone stand to be around you?"

Sirius barks out a laugh, taking another step closer, "You're not exactly a cakewalk either, sweetheart."

His last words bring him that much closer to you, and suddenly you can feel the warmth of his breath on your face. You peer up at him hesitantly, frightened by the fact that this proximity to Sirius Black isn't scaring you off. Instead, you almost feel emboldened, and you find yourself leaning in slightly, enjoying the way his breath hitches when the wisps of your hair tickle his chin. You see his eyes flutter closed as he inhales slowly, as if trying to remain still, and you tilt your head back to—

The door creaks open and you both fly apart, but not fast enough. Remus enters slowly, his head peeking inside as his eyes widen with astonishment.

"Oh bugger, sorry," Remus exclaims, turning around to leave the classroom.

"It's fine," Sirius says emphatically, as if he's trying to convince more than just Remus. "Nothing's going on."

You can't stand the awkwardness, so you mutter a quick "gotta go" to Remus, before jetting out the door.

Sirius watches you leave, internally kicking himself for letting you get under his skin like this. He was no stranger to wanting — or being wanted by — women, but this was something different. Something that brought out a longing from within him that he had no hope of understanding.

"Is this why you've been acting so weird recently?" Remus asks, looking at Sirius pointedly. "Because you fancy her or something?"

Sirius flashes him an incredulous look, hoping it's more convincing than it feels to him. "Pff, shut up, Moony."

Remus purses his lips, clearly not believing a word he's saying, but he thankfully lets the subject drop. "Well, anyway, I heard your voice from outside and I thought I'd let you know that James was looking for you. Something about getting to quidditch practice early..."

Sirius groans good-naturedly, secretly excited about the prospect of relieving his frustration through a nice scrimmage. Grabbing his book bag, he follows Remus out of the classroom and heads down to the quidditch pitch.

~~~

Sirius doesn't know what to think about you anymore, and he is only more confused when he hears your voice in a side corridor on the way to Transfiguration the next day. He stays hidden around the corner, but manages to catch the end of your conversation with Snape.

"Why do you get off on hurting people, Severus?" you ask, your voice dripping with venom. "You're a fucking blood purist who's tarnishing the Slytherin name with your outdated and disgusting ideologies."

"Don't bother yourself with my so-called ideologies, y/n," he sneers, and Sirius pulls his wand out in case there's an altercation.

You scoff and Sirius is surprised at the pride he feels at the sight of you standing up to Snape. "Slytherin stands for cleverness and ambition, not for ruthlessness and cruelty. You and your lot have given us an awful reputation just for existing and I'm bloody tired of seeing you all prancing around these halls like you care about what it means to be here!"

Sirius hears the swish of your robes, and he backs up behind a gargoyle statue right before you turn the corner and strut past him. A warmth fills his chest and he swallows thickly, trying to place what he's feeling. He saw a different person in you everyday and each time he spoke to you, he never knew what he was getting himself into. You were the least predictable person he had ever met, and god help him, he liked that about you.

The rest of your essay work sessions occur in a similar fashion to the first, and Sirius doesn't mention what he heard. You are more than content working in silence, but something feels off between the two of you, and you hate how much you miss the way it used to be. The banter and the jibes and the rivalry.

Peeking up at him through your loosely hanging hair, you see him chewing the back of his quill, his brow furrowed tightly into a small 'v'. Curling your hand into a fist, you resist the urge to press your fingers into the worry lines on his forehead and smooth them out. He really was beautiful when he worked, his eyes burning with focus and determination. Pursing your lips, you push the thought away and continue writing the last few paragraphs of your paper.

~~~

The day of Slughorn's party arrives quickly and you are frantically getting ready with your friends after turning in your part of the essay for Binns' class. You were relieved to be done with the project, but it would be remiss to say that you didn't miss seeing Sirius outside of class hours. You finish up your makeup and adjust the thin straps of your black, floor-length gown, before pulling on your shawl and heading out.

In the Gryffindor boys' dormitories, Sirius and Remus are wrestling their ties on, with James flopped on his bed, timing them to see who can tie theirs first. Remus wins by a hair, and Sirius plops down next to James, a playful frown on his face.

"Get up, you tosser," James laughs, pushing Sirius off the bed. "You'll wrinkle your suit."

"This is why we keep you around, Prongs," Sirius grins, smoothing his shirt down before patting Remus on the back. "So that you can teach us the ways of your posh upbringing."

"Fuck you," James replies, a smile creeping onto his face. "Anyway, you lot better head to the party. Don't want to be too late."

"But don't forget, James," Remus mocks, grinning pointedly at Sirius, "the party doesn't begin until Padfoot arrives!"

"Right you are," Sirius hoots, before saying a quick goodbye to Peter and pulling Remus through the door with him.

Somehow, they are still in the first batch of people to arrive, and they occupy themselves by grabbing champagne flutes from the passing waiters.

"Bit stuffy, isn't it?" Remus mutters, taking a sip from his glass.

Sirius nods, downing the whole glass before grabbing another flute. "We'll chat up some of the professors then head out early."

"Works for me."

Remus starts scanning the room to see if he can spot Madam Pince, and just as Sirius brings the champagne to his lips, he sees you walk in.

His hand freezes in mid-air and he can't take his eyes off of you no matter how hard he tries to look away. You look ravishing in a long, black gown and your hair cascades down your back in a gleaming waterfall. Just when Sirius starts to regain the mobility of his hand, you slide off your shawl and the sharp curves of your collarbone shimmer under the candlelight.

"Have fun with that," Remus whispers, his tone laced with humor, before patting him on the back and walking off to speak with Professor Slughorn.

You don't notice him at first, but after you hand your shawl to someone working by the door, you peer up to see Sirius Black staring at you, his mouth slightly agape. When he sees you looking back at him, he looks at the ceiling and swallows a large gulp of champagne. You know something is different between you two, but there was no way you were going to be the first to address it. Spotting one of your friends from class, you head over to join their conversation.

Sirius had always known you were beautiful but he had never let himself truly see it before tonight. Before you had winced at the sight of your family's atrocities, and stood up to Snape when he was being exactly who Sirius thought you were. He had been so wrong all this time.

Spotting you across the room, he tightens his tie and pushes himself off of the counter he was leaning against. Head held high, he saunters over to where you are laughing with your friends and stops right in front of you. You look up at him in shock, which quickly turns to uneasiness. "What do you want, Black?"

He looks you straight in the eyes, his attention refusing to waver, as he says simply, "Dance with me."

Your expression is filled with skepticism and something else he can't decipher, but to his surprise, you take his hand. He pulls you up from your seat and leads you to the other side of the room, where a quartet is playing music. The song they are playing is a bit fast-paced for slow dancing, but when Sirius shoots them a look, they immediately transition into a slower melody.

"Impressive," you say jokingly, acutely noticing the moment his hand moves to rest on your waist.

He smiles softly and you both dance in silence until Sirius turns his gaze back to you, piercing you with his eyes in a way that always got you flustered.

"Thank heavens that essay is over," he states, his lips curving slightly. "I missed our little class rivalry."

You nod slowly, relieved that he is voicing exactly what you've been feeling. "It's not as fun when we're on the same side."

He's silent again for a few moments, before he pulls you a bit closer in his arms and scrutinizes your face in an annoyingly charming way. "But we are, aren't we? On the same side."

His statement catches you by surprise, you don't know what to say. You can't seem to break the eye contact you've been sharing and heat travels down your spine at his languid gaze. You almost wish you could go back to when he didn't look too hard into your life, but a part of you knows that this is a good different.

Before you can lose your nerve, you sigh and whisper, "Yes...we are."

You can feel your cheeks flush with heat, but you don't want to take your eyes away from him, afraid that if you look away, you will lose this connection that has somehow developed in the midst of your silent war. You instead choose to focus on how long his eyelashes are, practically casting shadows on his cheekbones as he gazes down at you.

Sirius notices the moment your skin begins to flush and he has to tighten his grip on your waist to keep his breath steady. Every point of contact between the two of you burns with unbridled possibility, and his usual confidence wavers as he fixates on the pink spreading across your cheeks. He can't imagine how you couldn't know the effect you have on him, and he slowly pulls you in closer to gauge your reaction.

You gasp slightly when your chest presses against his, and for a second, you completely forget that you are supposed to be dancing. Your sudden pause disrupts Sirius' rhythm and before you can readjust, he is inches away from you, his chest heaving.

"Let's get out of here," Sirius whispers, his voice husky.

You're so caught off guard that you lose the ability to speak, opting for a quick nod that ignites something in his eyes. He slips a hand behind your lower back and leads you off the dance floor, guiding you into the hallway. When he finds an isolated stairwell, you finally regain your bearings and press him against the stone wall, reveling in the sudden burst of courage. Sirius looks back at you mischievously, and you immediately kiss the smirk off of his face.

You hear him mutter a quick invisibility charm under his breath and you can't help but be vexed that he thought of it faster than you did. When you part his lips with your tongue, he groans under his breath, and the sound sends heat rushing down your abdomen. Filled with a newfound confidence, you bite his lip teasingly, before yanking on his tie to loosen it.

"Holy shit," Sirius exhales, leaning back against the wall while you unbutton his shirt, completely letting you have your way with him. Ever since that night in the showers, he has imagined this moment incessantly, but something told him that the real thing was about to me infinitely better.

You grip his lapels, trying to pull him closer and closer, and he obliges, wrapping his arm around your body as he lifts you to sit on the ledge beside him. His lips are so much softer than you could've imagined, and he presses feverish kisses along your jaw, setting you instantly ablaze. This moment is everything you wanted it to be and you feel heat pool in your belly as his hands begin to ride down, shifting the hem of your dress higher.

The image of the two of you here, together, is so wild and unexpected that you almost can't believe it's even happening. You must have spoken out loud, because Sirius smirks against your skin and says, "What? You can't believe you're alone in a stairwell with the top of your class?"

You pull back immediately, sputtering, "Wha- what? Top of the class, my ass!" when you see a grin cross Sirius' face.

"What?" you ask, your mouth scrunching into a small pout.

"You're never gonna stop arguing with me, are you?"

You press your lips together, unsure of what he's getting at, "...No."

His grins widens and he pulls you forward into another searing kiss. "Good."

Your chest bubbles with satisfaction that quickly turns primal when Sirius starts bunching up your gown. He hikes up your dress slowly, allowing you plenty of time to change your mind; when you don't, he slides your panties to the side and enters you swiftly with a lithe finger.

You gasp at the contact, your back arching into his body, and he can't help the grin that crosses his face at your response. Just the feeling of your warm heat makes his pants tighten with desire, and he has to clutch the silky material of your dress to keep himself from reaching down and undoing his belt buckle. You look so beautiful under him, and he wishes he could commit this image to his memory forever. 

You lean your head back against the cool stained glass behind you, and Sirius dips down to run his tongue up the smooth expanse of your exposed neck. Just when the heat is almost too much, he sucks the skin on your pulse point, sending shock waves of pleasure coursing through you. He adds another finger and you cry out in ecstasy, grabbing onto his open shirt for some sort of stability. The motion of his fingers combined with the warmth of his lips brings you so close, but right when you are about to feel the release, he pulls his fingers out.

"Fuck," you exclaim, your eyes widening in disbelief. "I was so close!"

Sirius ignores you, tugging his pants down quickly and unsheathing his thick shaft. "You're not coming unless it's on my cock."

A ferocious desire courses through you and he swears he has died and gone to heaven when he sees how your eyes sparkle with lust. You nod immediately, and he yanks your panties off fully before lining himself up with your entrance. You brace yourself, but it's not enough to prepare you for the feeling of his hard cock splitting you open. You can feel every inch of him as he pushes into you, refusing to stop until he's fully seated within you. 

Sirius can't believe how good you feel around him, and he forces himself to allow you a second to adjust before he starts moving. As soon as he begins thrusting into you, white hot pleasure curls up your spine, wrenching out moan after moan from deep inside your throat. You had thought about this moment so many times, but nothing could compare to this. This connection you felt with him that was slowly setting you ablaze.

The sight of you beneath him triggers an animalistic response, and Sirius suddenly has the intense desire to mark your pristine skin. He wants to see the column of your throat littered with bruises to show the world that you had been his. 

Sirius brings his hand down, his fingers splaying across your throat, before he tightens them around your neck. Your eyes widen with surprise that quickly turns to hunger, and he squeezes until he can feel your pulse beneath his fingertips. Just when it starts to become too much, he loosens his hold and tilts your head back, lifting your body up to meet his. The change in angle has him hitting the perfect spot deep inside of you, and your eyes roll back from bliss. 

You are already gasping with pleasure before he begins nipping at the skin behind your ear, slowly making him way down your neck. You know the marks will be hard to hide, but you can't bring yourself to care. Soon the knot of pressure in your abdomen starts tightening and you know you're getting close, so you reach your hand down to touch yourself.

Sirius' thrusts start to falter a bit as he gets closer to the edge, but he can feel your walls closing in around him, so he quickens his movements. The spicy scent of your perfume turns his brain fuzzy and he bites down on the hollow of your collarbone as another pang of possessiveness washes over him. The sensation sends you flying over the edge and the feeling of you tightening around him brings him to his release shortly after.

When you finally come down from the high, you are both out of breath, your chests heaving. You immediately start looking for your panties, and Sirius pulls his shirt back over his shoulders, buttoning up his pants. You are about to turn away when Sirius reaches over to cup your cheek, bringing you up to face him again.

"You're beautiful," he mutters, his thumb absently stroking your jaw as he looks at you with a familiar glint in his eyes. "I was so wrong about you, and if only I had known—"

"Then what?" you ask, your expression turning into one of disbelief, yet longing. "Then we could have been together? Come on, Black, you know we never would've worked out."

You say the last words with a small smile, which Sirius eventually returns. "Yeah, I guess you're right. You never would've been able to keep up with me anyways."

"Wha-" you sputter, "excuse me?"

But Sirius is already laughing. You're so incredulous that you don't realize what he is doing until he pulls you forward into a quick kiss before whispering, "See you in class, y/n."

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[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 hour two!!!!! 𖦹 enemies to ?? 𖦹 forced proximity 𖦹 fem!reader 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 746

prologue / hour 1 << pt 3. -- hour 2 >> hour 3

༻¨*:· 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝟐 ·:*¨༺

You and Remus haven't spoken in thirty-seven minutes and twenty-eight seconds—not that you're counting.

"Who cares if I was whining?"

It startles you, "I do! If you're going to say I'm acting like a child, at least take accountability and say you're acting like one too."

"So you admit you were acting childish." He crosses his arms.

You scoff, "Oh, you are such a—" You stop yourself, biting your tongue.

"I'm such a what?" He taunts with a smirk like he knows he's won this battle.

But you're not ready to admit defeat, "You are such a petty asshole!"

"I'm petty? Me?" He puts his finger to his chest so hard it hurts him.

"Yes! Yes, you are! You didn't show up to my birthday, Remus! At least I got you a present for yours!"

Remus throws his head back and lets out a groan from deep within himself, "Really?! You're going to bring up your stupid birthday again?! Bringing it up is petty. You know that, right?"

"No, it's not!" You argue, "It's bringing up something that hurt me! And something you never apologized for, by the way." You cross your arms, close to stomping your foot like a child.

Remus rolls his eyes, "I had plans! You want me to apologize for having plans?!"

"You never even got me a gift! Not even a card!"

"Listen very closely," He speaks slowly, boring holes into your eyes—scorching your retinas, "You and I are not friends. We do not like one another. I threw your gift away. Okay?"

It hurts you, "You threw it away?" 

"I don't like you! Why would I want something that reminds me of you?"

You look at the floor, willing tears to stay in your eyes. You will not let him see how much it hurts you, "See? Petty asshole." You say through gritted teeth.

"Fine. Believe what you want."

"Hello?" The same voice crackles through the speaker.

"Hello," You greet.

"Um," They pause, "Maintenance crew should be there in about five hours."

You're going to pry the doors open and kill yourself, you think.

"Okay. Thank you." You squeeze out before letting go of the button and screaming.

Remus's eyes go wide, and he flinches, "Upset?"

"What do you think, dick?"

He puts his hands up in surrender.

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Minutes pass before either of you speak. Remus is the one to break the silence.

"So... we're gonna be here for at least five hours."

Your eye twitches, "Wow, we've got a detective over here!" You turn to him, "Maybe they weren't lying when they said you were smart." Saccharine sarcasm drips from your tongue.

"Oh, shut up!" He lashes back, "Get off your high fucking horse!"

"You're irrelevant to me," You say, staring straight.

"You're so damn childish!"

"Shut up! Shut! Up!" You stomp your foot on the ground like a little kid who's not allowed any ice cream.

"This is gonna be fun," He mutters—it doesn't go unheard.

"Sorry, did you say something?"

"I did," He crosses his arms, "I said: 'This is going to be fun.' In case you're too dense to tell, I was being sarcastic," He says the word slowly, talking down to you. It only fuels the fire more.

"I swear to every god you believe in, I will shriek so loud it pierces your eardrums, and you go deaf!"

"Go ahead! If I go deaf, I'll never have to hear your stupid voice again, and I will cheer, and I will celebrate, and I will throw a party!" His face is red at the end of his rant, and you swear there's steam coming out of his ears.

Your smile is taunting, "That was quite amusing."

"Shut up!" He's growing restless, and it's only egging you on further.

"Oh, you want me to shut up?"

"I would love for you to shut up."

"Fine," You cross your arms, "Let's play the silent game. Whoever wins gets to slap the other person in the face."

"I'm not going to slap you."

You light up, "I guess you'll just have to let me win."

"Fine. But no slapping hard."

You light up and clench your fists in anticipation.

"Okay, no punches either," Remus says, glimpsing at your hands with a worried smile.

"Sorry!" You flex your hands out, "I'm just so excited!" You're smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

'What a cute smile,' Remus thinks right before he gets slapped in the face—metaphorically and literally.

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[fourmoony]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝟐

f!reader x PT!Jamie (modern au) 1.5k words

summary: reader has a bad gym experience and jamie gets protective

cw: working out, mention of potential injury, mentions of sexual harrassment (ass grabbing)

sidenote, that I've seen a lot of this behaviour in the gym before and it makes me sick. writing about it and imagining how jamie would handle it makes me less sick. imagining big strong pt!james making the world better, one set of keys at a time. please, always be aware of your surroundings if you are working out at the gym, especially alone <3

James pulls you out from under the bar of the smith machine by the hips seconds before it clatters to the ground with a sickening thud and clang of metal. You stumble under his harsh hands, land on the ground at his feet and let out a pained whoosh of breath. Luckily, the gym is empty save for the two of you, sparing you the embarrassment of having people watch the commotion.

He's on you in an instant, gentle hands that cradle your neck as he crouches in front of you and pushes your head from side to side with a little pressure from his thumbs. All you can do is blink, try to process what, exactly, just happened. "You're not sore here?" James asks you, brows furrowed and almost touching in the middle, his fingers pressing into the base of your neck.

Your first thought is that James doesn't suit frowning. A silly thought, considering you almost decapitated yourself with a one hundred kilogram squat rack. "No. Just my ass from crash landing." You don't fail to notice the way your voice sounds distant, detached.

James' hands are warm on your neck, a burning touch that you want to lean into. You don't, and it's gone as James collapses down across from you, his elbows resting against his knees. His face turns stern, "What's going on?"

You feel like you're being scolded, and maybe you should be. It's a well known fact that form is everything, that being distracted in the gym can lead to serious injuries. You'd known you wouldn't be able to focus today, you'd known you should've stopped that set and corrected yourself when you could feel the weight more in your back than your legs. But, you hadn't. You're distracted, you're angry. You'd walked into the gym full of frustration and it'd almost ended terribly.

Tears fight their way to your eyes and they burn. You feel a lump forming in your throat that forces you to look away from James. Kind, patient James, who allows you the moment to collect yourself as you pull your legs to your chest. "Shitty week." It comes out mumbled, your voice defeated.

James nods understandingly. "A shitty week doesn't make you lose focus like that, though. There's something more to it."

It's not like James to push. He's friendly and he's kind, he can be a menace when he wants to be, and sometimes you even think he's flirting with you - but he never pushes. You want to open up, you want to step out of that weird area of professionalism you can never seem to get past with him. But unloading your shitty week on him doesn't feel like the way to do that. So you shrug, pulling your knees to your chest until your chin rests atop them, "I'm just stressed. I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I knew my form was wrong but I was too distracted to stop and fix it."

"I don't care that your form was wrong," James shakes his head as though offended you'd think such a thing, "I mean," He pauses, searching for the words, "Obviously, I care that it was wrong because you almost got hurt. But what I mean is that you should've told me you were stressed, that you were feeling a bit distracted."

You find yourself nodding, eyes downcast at your crossed ankles.

"I was waiting for you to correct the form yourself. If I knew you were distracted, I'd have told you to stop. I'm sorry, too." James' voice has turned soft, less stern. He nudges his foot until it's in your line of vision, tapping it against yours until you're looking up.

He's waiting with a smile, his eyes gentle and patient. It feels odd. New, foreign. You can't really describe the feeling. "A guy grabbed my ass in the gym, yesterday." You breathe out, unsure really of what it is that's made you tell him.

It could be that you trust him. It's hard not to build trust with someone in James' position, it's literally his job to stop things like one hundred kilogram bar bells falling on top of you. Or, it could be that not telling anyone, reliving how powerless you'd felt, going over everything you could've done differently, it's eating you alive. Sharing this with James, who sees every day what gyms are like, how people in some gyms behave, you have a feeling that he'll get it. That he'll help you process.

But, he doesn't say anything. Just stares with a look that you can't read. The muscles in his arms shift, his hands clenching around each other tightly, and his jaw clenches. You think he might not say anything, though, you know James is better than that. The silence stretches until the tears in your eyes abate, then James finally croaks, "He what?"

Your veins crackle with the anger in his voice, the darkness that clouds his eyes. You'd never have imagined James in such a light if he wasn't sitting right in front of you, the very picture of livid. You shrug, as though feigning nonchalance might abate the white hot anger you know very well the feeling of. "I was doing those stupid kick back thingies you're always on about. Just messing about as a cool down, trying to correct my own form. He came over and started giving me advice, which I thought was just him being nice."

James shakes his head, remorse like a white sheet of dread across his beautiful face. You swallow, picking at a hangnail on your thumb, "He kind of just," You shift your hands as though grabbing your own hips, "Grabbed me like that and my throat went dry. When he was leaving he grabbed my ass and said 'you're welcome'."

"You didn't report him to the gym staff?"

You shake your head, lip trapped between your teeth. "I wasn't even planning on telling you until I nearly killed myself with the smith machine."

James sighs, one of his hands coming up to rub at his face. He looks nauseous, almost. "I'll get you a set of keys for this gym. You can work out here, from now on. No one will bother you."

It's a nice offer. It makes your heart swell and your cheeks heat. James has always gone above and beyond. He fits you into his schedule despite your crazy work hours and never charges you for the session if you have to cancel day of. But the reason you don't have a membership at his gym is because it's not in your price range. So you smile, kind, if a little tight lipped, "James, you know I can't."

"I'm not saying get a membership. I'm saying I'll get you a set of keys. You can come and go as you please, even after work, whatever time you want." His voice is thick, his eyes earnest and almost pleading.

"I can't ask you to do that."

James scoots closer, fingers flexing as though he might reach out for you, but is stopping himself. He chases your gaze, waits until he has it, until your lips part under the weight of it and your heart hammers against your chest, to speak. "You're not asking. I'm offering. I can't believe that happened to you and it makes me so angry. I'm not going to sit by and do nothing about it."

You sigh, unwilling to argue when James sounds so passionate, so sure of himself. A smile makes its way to your lips, timid, unsure, "Thanks, Jamie."

He nods. "Any time."

"Are you sure the owner won't mind?" You ask.

James grins, some of the mischievous twinkle returning to his eyes, "He's my best mate, it'll be fine."

He offers you a hand as he stands, the storm clouds passing and the weight already lifting from your chest. It feels brighter, in the gym. You take James' hand, let him pull you up. He does his signature move of tugging you until you're stumbling towards him, his laugh echoing off of the concrete walls when you curse him out for it.

"Start from the beginning?" James asks, moving to return the smith machine to where you need it to be.

You take a breath, watch the way his shoulder muscles strain against his top as he bends and lifts. It brings a smile to your lips, the feeling of familiarity you hadn't felt upon entering the gym earlier. "I believe I was at five reps when I dropped the bar."

James tsks, "Dropping it doesn't count as a rep. Call it four."

"Cruel."

James only winks, offers you his award winning smile as you settle yourself under the bar. This time, with the correct form. He nods, and you twist to unlock, eyes on his in the mirror.

"That's one." He grins, crossing his arms over his chest.

You consider dropping the bar on his head, next.

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[sombernstarless]

green with envy

Remus Lupin x f!reader x Sirius Black

Word count: 1,998

Warnings: none, fluffy fluff fluff, hurt/comfort

You’ve been dating Remus Lupin for a while and it’s the most in love you can remember yourself being. Though it’s perfect, you can’t help but to feel a bit jealous when Sirius unintentionally reminds you that you haven’t been around very long.

“You love Sirius more than me,” you said.

Remus only laughed at your sudden outburst, amused by the genuine frown forming on your lips.

“That couldn’t be further from the truth, darling,” he replied. “You know Sirius just needs a little more attention than others.”

“You calling me an attention seeker, Lupin?” Sirius asks, unamused from his spot on the chair across from the loveseat you and Remus were occupying.

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black were thick as thieves. For as long as anyone can remember, it’s been the two of them against the world. Everyone knew of the infamous Marauders at Hogwarts; they were the friend group everyone wanted to be a part of and Sirius and Remus were the wizards every person wanted a chance with. You knew of them in passing, hardly ever seeing them since Hufflepuffs weren’t exactly the talk of the town. It wasn’t until the final days that you finally met Remus after a quidditch match a friend had dragged you to.

Remus Lupin was everything everyone said he was, but nothing at the same time. He was gorgeous, Amber eyes reflecting the setting sun as the two of you talked on the side of the arena. When he spoke it froze everything around you in time, and when he listened it was like every word had a thousand meanings and he was determined to learn each one. You heard Marauders were a bit pretentious, but Remus couldn’t have been more humble even after winning the quidditch match by blocking one of Snape’s attempted goals. The only catch—which wasn’t necessarily negative—was that where Remus went, Sirius followed. Though you knew you had nothing to worry about, aside from one drunken evening in the Leaky Cauldron they refuse to bring up, it didn’t stop you from being jealous of their relationship sometimes.

Sirius knew Remus in ways you never would, you knew that. It was the same way Sirius would never know Remus in ways you did, but every now and again their relationship made you believe that maybe you weren’t all that important to him.

“I would never do that, sweetheart.” Remus turned his head and sent you an exaggerated wink.

You huffed a laugh that turned into a full-blown cackle when a pillow connected to the side of his face. He gasped dramatically and turned to an innocent-looking Sirius with his hands clasped in his lap. Remus only rolled his eyes, stuffing the pillow between his head and the arm of the loveseat. He lay sprawled out with his legs in your lap.

“You’ll leave me for him one of these days,” you joked, massaging Remus’s warm thighs through the thick material of his sweats. He complained earlier in the evening when the two of them walked in that his legs were a bit sore.

“I was here first, darling, don’t you forget it.”

You knew he was joking.

You felt Remus jostle with laughter under your touch. The two of them giggled boyishly, but you couldn’t help the sting Sirius’s words left behind. Of course, he was joking; Sirius was infamous for his crude remarks. You also knew he would never do anything to truly hurt your feelings, despite his sarcastic tone of voice. For some reason, the joke took longer to register this time around. All you could suffice was a huff and a grin that faded no sooner than it appeared.

When you looked up from your working hands, you saw a working frown on Remus’s face as his laughter died down. What you loved about Remus was that he never had to guess how you were feeling; he just always knew. You also despised it because it was harder to hide when you wanted to, but it wasn’t his fault that he was so wise. Before he could grill you, you announced you were going to the bathroom. Carefully, you moved Remus’s legs off of your body and back onto the couch cushions when you were on your feet.

Their voices grew faint as you padded to the bathroom connected to yours and Remus’s bedroom. You swore you heard a faint “Is she okay?” from Sirius as you shut the door behind you.

You hated how much things like this bothered you. It was silly to be upset about something so small. Remus and Sirius would always be Remus and Sirius, but it wasn’t going to affect how much he loved you. As much as you tried to console yourself, it didn’t stop the single tear you’d been holding in from escaping.

Why were you being so unreasonable?

The toilet seat was cold against your hot skin. The feeling seeped past the cotton of your sleep shorts and thin sweater where it touched your back. Instead of that gnawing feeling in your gut, you tried to focus on the coolness and slowing your palpitating heart. You were beginning to zone out right when you heard a faint knocking on your door.

“Darling?” Remus’s voice was controlled and filled with concern. It made you feel worse about it all.

“Come in,” you replied.

You knew there was no use trying to sway him. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

You looked at your feet as the door opened and shut behind him. You had a pair of Remus’s socks on because they were thicker than yours and reached your calves. Soon, Remus’s larger feet were trapping yours as he stood over your hunched body.

“He was only joking, love,” he said, moving one of his hands to pat the top of your head.

You hummed in acknowledgment as he moved it to stroke the side of your face, then tilted your head up by your chin to meet his gaze.

Remus had a devastating beauty to him. Even in the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom, he was gorgeous beyond comparison and made your chest tight. His hair was transparent at the ends from the light shining behind him, making him look hand-picked from heaven. You were doomed when his gaze softened into something between concern and questioning.

“What is it, lovely girl?” he asked. If you weren’t such a mess you would have swooned.

“It’s nothing, I’m being silly is all,” you responded and hoped it was good enough.

Remus took it upon himself to squat down to your level, resting his hands on your bare knees for leverage. His touch was warm enough to melt; you hoped it did before you died of embarrassment. He searched your face for another answer, one that he could believe. When he came up empty-handed he smiled a sad sort of smile that somehow made you feel worse.

​​”Nothing you say could ever be silly.”

You sighed heavily as you covered his hands with your own. You wanted more than anything to be upset with him. Picking a fight would have been the easy way out. It would’ve been what you did with boyfriends before that were never smart enough to even notice something was bothering you, but you respected Remus too much to dance around the subject. You’ve never loved anyone the way you loved him; it was an entirely new feeling altogether to be in love with Remus Lupin.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me?”

This he chuckled at. He gave you an amused look and squeezed at your thighs. You felt his working knuckles beneath your palms.

“I promise, sweetheart.”

“Sometimes it feels like I’m on the outside looking in when Siri is around,” you admitted. It felt like acid on your tongue as the words left your mouth.

If Remus was amused he didn’t show it. Instead, he nodded in understanding and beckoned you to finish. You had to stare into your lap as you finished. Normally he would make you look at him, but sometimes he understood it was easier to tell him things when you had something else to focus your gaze onto.

“You both have so much history and there are still things I feel like I don’t know about you. Sometimes Sirius will tell a story and it seems like everyone knows it but me. Last week, he told one about when the two of you made a mistake in potions and put the entire lecture to sleep for two hours. James and Lilly were laughing so hard like they could picture it in their heads so clearly, but I didn’t have a single clue. I know he doesn’t do it on purpose and I know he cares for me, but they’re like reminders that I’m still brand new.”

You were trembling a bit when you finished, but Remus kept a steady composure as he stroked the soft tops of your thighs soothingly. You were gnawing at your bottom lip as you moved your hands away from his to hug your own waist.

“I didn’t know you felt this way,” he said in a softer tone than before. It nearly tore you to pieces.

“I shouldn’t have said anything about it, I didn’t want to make you feel-” he cut you off before you could continue.

“I don’t feel anything, don’t you dare,” he said with very little accusation. You knew he wasn’t upset with you despite his semi-stern tone of voice.

“You were being honest with me and that’s all I ever ask for. I’m sorry I didn’t notice this was bothering you sooner.”

You finally dared to look him in the eye again. Your panic disappeared as a whole when he tilted his head down to lay a few loving kisses on each leg. Each damp peck sent shockwaves up your spine and, suddenly, you couldn’t remember what you were upset about in the first place. Your brain was focused only on the weight of Remus’s head in your lap.

“Black absolutely adores you, darling,” he continued, “Sometimes I think if anything he wants to steal you from me.”

“Oh please,” you replied with a snort.

“It’s true! He loves you and your witty comebacks. You’re probably the only one quick on your feet enough to beat him at his own sarcastic game. He thinks you’re brilliant and loves the way you care for others more than you care for yourself, even though he worries it makes you neglect your own needs.”

You could feel your face heat up with each compliment.

“You’re just saying that.”

Remus shook his head ferociously in your lap.

“I’m not, and above all, he loves that you love me just as much he does. We’ve had hard times, me and Black, and he likes that there’s someone out there besides him and James that loves me despite everything others have been afraid of.”

You unfolded your arms to run your hands through his hair. His head was tilted so the side of his face rested comfortably on your thighs. When you looked at him, you felt so full you could explode. How you ever became worthy of Remus’s affection was a mystery to you, but you basked in it as the two of you sat in silence.

Your moment was short-lived when you heard the jiggling of the bathroom doorknob. Before you could question the noise, Sirius was barging into the room with a look of panic on his face.

“Christ, I thought the two of you fell in,” he joked dryly.

You giggled and felt Remus’s jostling body on top of you from laughter. You took another moment to look at Sirius a little longer. All of the things Remus said felt like an exaggeration, but you never knew him to be a liar. He wasn’t exactly one for theatrics.

You felt warm inside knowing that Sirius thought of you just as highly as you thought of him.

“Why are you staring at me like that, cupcake?” Sirius questioned as he took a seat on the bathroom sink.

“You love me, Black.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I did nothing wrong.”

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[cosmal]

aerial!! I need your thoughts on casually dominant remus and shy reader!!!

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yes!!!! okay I love this idea thank u

summary remus helps you find an outfit when you're stressed.

note this is a little boring sorry.

content remus lupin x fem!afab!reader

You’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to get your hair to sit right. Your arms ache from the effort. Your fingers tingle and your shoulders feel like they’re about to slip out of place.

To make things worse — or better you’re not sure yet — Remus knocks at your door and you haven’t even picked out what to wear.

You open the front door wrapped in a towel and a little flustered. “Remus,” you sigh. Half relieved because he’s here, half anxious because you’re running late. "I'm so sorry, I promise I won't be long."

He lets himself in and locks the door behind him. "It's okay, dove, take your time. The reservation isn't for another hour."

"Right," you pant, turning to rush back down your hall. Remus's lovely dress shoes click slowly behind you until he meets you in your room.

You're so stressed you don't notice the bunch of flowers in his hand. You drop your towel in only a pair of tights and a bra, and whizz around the room, back and forth between your dresser and your wardrobe. Holding your options up to the light, muttering things about how stupid you feel.

"No, god," you curse, letting the skirt in your hand fall to the carpet, "I can't find anything."

Remus catches you before you can speed past him again. He wraps a soft hand around your bicep and you snag, "Dove, take a breath."

You breathe in quickly and drop your head, "Shit, sorry," you mutter.

"What's the matter?" he asks, snaking his arm down to grab your hand. He squeezes gently, pressing his soft fingertips into your skin. It's grounding.

You step into his space and push your cheek into his soft button-up. "I can't find anything to wear."

He wraps his arms around your back and you hear the cellophane around the flowers crinkle. "Do you want me to help?"

"You got me flowers," you say instead, feeling stupider by the second.

"I did," he says off-handedly. "Go sit down, sweetheart, and I'll find you some clothes."

You pull your face back to look at the flowers. A bunch of pink tulips in paper and plastic, the smallest yellow ribbon keeping them together. "They need a vase."

Remus laughs. "You need to sit. I'll find you something to wear and then I'll put these in some water."

"Pass them over."

"Sit," he says, sterner than you're expecting.

You sigh and let him go. He's infuriating. Infuriatingly kind. "Can I have a kiss?"

He smiles widely and you feel better already. Kissing you quickly he nudges you kindly towards your bed. "You can have a proper kiss when you relax."

You frown but sit down anyways. You sit with your chin in your hand and watch Remus rifle through your clothes. He passes through hangers and you hate him for how pretty he looks and how stupid you feel. He's dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button-up that's rolled up his arms and folded at his elbows. You wish you had it as easy as him. He's so flawlessly pretty.

You hate him even more when he finds the dress you've been looking for all night. He trods over with the material between his fingers, holding it out and says, "I think this one."

You take the blue dress from him with the loveliest smile you can manage.

He encourages you to stand and you step through the hole to slip it on. Spinning you around he does the zip up without forgetting to let his knuckles trace your spine along the way.

He kisses your neck before saying, "Perfect."

You turn and look him in the eye, "It doesn't look funny?"

He holds you by your hips, fingers spread over your stomach, looking you up and down until you shiver, "You look amazing. Gorgeous."

"Thank you," you say softly. You hold him by his wrists and you hope he knows you want a hug.

He hugs you because he's your boyfriend, wrapping you up in long arms until his chest presses into yours. Breathing deep and you match it. "You worry a lot," he says with a kindness. You know what he means.

"Stressed," you tell him.

"You could've shown up in a paper bag and you still would've been the prettiest girl there," he says back, squeezing you hard for emphasis.

You laugh and smother your face in his shoulder, startled by it. "Sure."

"It's true!"

You hold him closer like it's possible, breathing in the still strong scent of his lovely cologne. The softness of his detergent. "Can I have that kiss now?"

He pulls back with a look that says, of course, you can, leaning in to kiss you. Longer than the last and much warmer. You stand on your tiptoes and lean your entire weight into him. He grunts and pulls you up until your dress bunches in his arms. You'll both be a wrinkled mess by the time you leave.

Pulling back he says, "Now go put your shoes on and I'll find a vase."

"My Doc Martens?" you ask.

He kisses your nose quickly, "Definitely."

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[ay0nha]

The Sweet Refrain of Temptation | Remus Lupin

SUMMARY:  Remus meant no harm and unwillingly became the target to place your frustrations. Yet, just like the other Marauders, Remus had an undeniable charm that he knew how to use to his advantage. Due to him, your original penance was cut to something manageable, but something tied to his company. 

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

WARNINGS: nothing really, canon-typical things, semi enemies to lovers, slytherins, some yelling, detention-ish scenario, I seriously have a whole fic idea that is just ugh, Remus being a little awkward but so warm, etc.

A/N: This came out of nowhere. I just had to get this out of my system. Many thanks to @queerdeadwizards, the entire first section is from their beautiful brain which inspired me to write this fic (find it here)! and thank you @kalllistos​ for everything always. Enjoy.

"I understand your anger, Remus." Dumbledore sounded condescending; almost as if he really understood what Remus felt like, his heart thrumming against his chest, and a feeling of faint nausea as he looked into those eyes that he had known for so long. "However, and I am sure you will understand, because you're a very smart man, it is as follows: There is nothing we can do."

Remus felt his body heat with anger, "Can you not do anything?" He tried to contain his feelings as he continued, "Or do you not want to do anything?"

"I cannot, unfortunately," The older man said, remorse lacking from his response as his gaze went to his hand. "Trying would be in vain, my boy. And, had I tried, had we tried, you know, with that name..."

"Bullshit!" Remus shouted, slamming his hands on the antique table, its hinges groaning over the unexpected pressure. His anger spilled out at his feet, burning him, consuming him.

Dumbledore had been taken aback by Remus's outburst; He glared at him, and his eyes were of a calm that he had never seen before.

"Sit down."

"You're not telling me what to do," Remus hissed under his breath. "Pardon me, but you have to be one of the most uninterested people I have ever had the displeasure to meet. She's been on your side, and you won't even-

"Remus, listen to me." Dumbledore's voice was strained, and his eyes had darkened. "There is nothing we can do."

"You haven't even tried!" Remus let out a laugh, ugly and bitter and filled with her, still. He wished he could just forget. He never would, though. You had been his own secret, his only love. He could never forget that. "You haven't even fucking tried! You know what? I'm—I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you."

"Remus, you have to realize," Dumbledore said, his voice sharp before his former student had the chance to escape his warning, "...That your actions will have consequences!"

Something inside Remus had snapped as he continued his way to the door, slamming it tightly behind him. With everything he had in him, never again would he repeat the same mistake.

—-

“Mmmm what a heart for such a powerful name, I see…I see…hmmm….” The hat on your head made your palms sweat. Eyes were on you with unwavering expectation. Those before you were sorted so quickly and yet felt like you were in front of an audience for an eternity. You needed to be Slytherin.Your future relied on it, even at your young age, you understood that plainly. “Slytherin, eh?...Are you sure?”

You thought there would be relief in joining the notorious house, secured even. Yet, years had passed and you were growing weary of waiting for the feeling to settle in. Therefore, you did the only thing you knew to do; carve a rudimentary space for yourself that people never dared challenge. It was far too easy to scare your peers into submission, the real challenge was found with the professors.

They noted your potential, as they did with all the bright students. But they never failed to turn a blind eye to your lack of belonging. And they never seemed to understand your preferred solitude.

“Mister Lupin!” Professor McGonagall’s shrill voice broke your concentration. You were moments away from the final beetle, meaning your freedom from transfiguration was fleeting. “Do perk up! I suggest you start helping your partner before I threaten points.”

As her wand tapped harshly against the wood to pair with her words, Remus jolted awake. The beetle had made its way to him, hoping the unassuming boy would provide it safety. Yet, just as quickly—well, clumsily—Remus shook his wand with an ill-practiced manner.

“Don’t—” You warned him, but the damage was already in motion. Instead of a brilliant jet of light came from his wand, exploding into a vivid burst of red light, an ugly yellow color shot out and missed entirely.

What received the unfortunate incantation was your notebook, the white pages fluttered away as newly born moths. Your peers around let out gasps that quickly turned to laughter while anger bloomed in your chest.

Transfiguration was a finicky thing only because it was the one thing within the magical world that felt more like a science. Holding your wrist steadily, repeating practiced words, and seeing accurate results caused a pride that made you soar. Yet now, everything you knew about it flew away.

“I–I…I’m so sorry—” Remus struggled to form something coherent when he met your glare. Without a hint of sympathy, you squashed the remaining beetle under your palm, your anger welcoming the repercussions McGonagall would have for you.

In hindsight the action felt out of character, Remus meant no harm and unwillingly became the target to place your frustrations. Yet, just like the other Marauders, Remus had an undeniable charm that he knew how to use to his advantage. Due to him, your original penance was cut to something manageable, but something tied to his company.

Carrying his guilt on his face, Remus looked like a kicked puppy. He was quick to find a solution, though; a charm to replicate his notebook to pass along to you. You filtered through the pages, having tangible evidence of what a good student he was. It seemed like an innate ability of his to pick things up so simply, that all you could do was curse it.

“And this must be him?” The portrait looked down its oiled nose at the stumbling boy behind you. “A Gryffindor, no less.”

“Remus–” Coming from your lips, his name sounded flat. To him, you held a consistent disappointment with his presence. Yet, he missed how mortified you were to be caught talking about him. “What do you want?”

“You weren’t in the library, I figured…” He answered, tucking away parchment into his inner pocket. Then, he paused due to the scoff coming from behind the ornate frame. “...If I’m interrupting, we can always…”

Remus’ politeness made your skin crawl. The time working together proved his kindness was genuine rather than performative. Trying to match it was in vain because any attempt you gave it felt more sardonic than anything.

“I’ll be at the library tonight.” You intentionally kept your answer vague. At some point you’d be there as Madam Pince was employed by McGonagall to keep an eye on you and your collective progress.

“That won’t be a problem will it? I do believe it’s almost time.” The portrait spoke knowingly. It always looked to stir trouble. Successfully doing so, Remus folded into himself while you eyed him with suspicion. “You think I don’t see you disappear into the night when it comes time? Hmm?”

“Enough.” You hissed, stopping the conversation from furthering. If you couldn’t call upon politeness, you could offer your protection. Looking at Remus, you left no room for arguing. You wanted to be done, so you agreed, “The library, tonight.”

Remus gave an appreciative, tight-lipped smile. The expression was becoming a habit and you saw it again later that night when he found you tucked away in the library. You didn’t notice him at first, far too engrossed with people watching than the work in front of you. But when you caught his eye, just hidden behind stacks of books and other students, there was that smile again.

“Sit.” You instructed him. The work was near completion, all you needed was for him to scribble throughout the paper like he’d done the work as well.

“I see my notes have been helping…” Remus nodded to the open book as his greeting. You were enamored with it, catching his mannerisms even within his writing. “Although—” He spun the book toward him, “M’not sure how much David Bowie can help us with transfiguration…”

The notes that you were determined to memorize were the lists that weren’t meant to be there. They were like forgotten grocery lists of scribbling notes-to-self not meant to be shared with you. So, you felt the need to defend yourself for lingering so long on what Remus found noteworthy.

But he laughed it off as his mistake, “I should have gone through this before I gave you this.”

“I had to ask Sir Aloysius who he was…” You were surprised by your own admission. The homework was becoming drawn out and you were set to do it on your own. Yet when trying to determine the theorist names, you struggled. “...said with a name like that, must be a wizard insane.”

“You and the portrait—Sir Aloysius—talk often?” Remus’ eyebrows cinched together at his clumsiness. Small talk was never easy, but with you it felt impossible. He wished he told you more about the iconic rockstar you seemed interested in.

Remus wasn’t nearly as awkward as you made him out to be. He was smart, clever. Those around you admired him for his subtle wit, but you struggled to elicit that from him, only being met with hesitance. The reasoning being Sirius’ connection to you. It was hard to call him family despite being raised beside him, but every external perspective, Remus included, considered you thus.

“He speaks in riddles,” You commented off handedly. “Don’t take it personally, everything is a game to him.”

“Not many people actually talk to the portraits.”

Your eyes flickered to his to decide if he was teasing you, though, all you noted was honesty. He was impressed; that there was a side of you that proved rumors otherwise.

“I’d rather…keep that between us.” Your lips threatened to turn downward. But when Remus began to smile, you matched it best you could.

“Of course.”

It was late into the night, but you found most comfort in the time. There were less students roaming the halls and things were quiet. But as with time passing steadily, the harder it became to fight off the shared exhaustion. Remus tried to hide it, as he did in class. His head would sway first, then bob. The grip on his pencil became slack, while the graphite became softer against the paper. He avoided your eye, embarrassed by the lack of self-control as hours passed.

There was something endearing about it, the way Remus fought sleep. However, even in his current state, he was unusually perceptive. He saw how you not only grew languid but also stretching the shared time.

“You know, David Bowie could rival that of the theorists.” Remus hummed pushing his book closed. “Some people even think he’s from a different world entirely.”

The sentence before you still seemed scrambled. You’d read it over and over again, but nothing seemed to stick. Remus’ words pulled you away entirely. Looking to him, you noted how heavy his eyelids grew and how the conversation was the only hindrance between him and sleep.

“Isn’t he a wizard?”

Sometimes you felt like you were from a different world despite belonging to the same one your entire life. There was comfort in the thought that another wizard could share the sentiment.

“Muggle...”

You hid your flinch at the word. The word wasn’t inherently combative, but it cast a shadow on the conversation. Your commons’ password haunted you just the same. Pure-blood. The concept followed you, reminded you of something you were forced into.  For some, muggles were from another world. For you, they were the exceptionally isolated unknown.

“...he makes music.” Remus commented, his warm demeanor seeming always present. He had an uncanny ability to read the mind and the discomfort that laid within yours.  “It’s quite good...I’m sure we could find some used records around, the Junk Shop, maybe... ”

You heard him trail off, leaving you room to accept his invitation. The longer you held onto your answer, the harder it became for Remus to fight off a yawn. The action reminded you of your position, what caused you to sit so uncomfortably under the burning gaze of Madam Pince when you touched the books. Shaking your head with reservation, you brushed Remus off, eyes averted from his questioning gaze and fingers trailing the book once again.

“Get some rest.” You knew of his condition, but you’d never admit it unless Remus told you directly. This was your form of politeness; never direct or prevalent, but always omniscient. “I’ll wake you when I’m done.”

The work was completed, had been for awhile, but you kept your nose buried in the books, ones that spoke on lycanthropy. The stigma around it was sickening, but the information was helpful to understand the companion across from you.

You weren’t sure what to do with the information. You could swallow it whole, pretend like you’d never read it. Or you could open the next book, looking for remedies for the scars littered across Remus’ face. You hadn’t minded them as much as he had, his self-consciousness carried in his shoulders. For you, it paired well with his house, representing his bravery and nerve to face it time and time again.

You had caught yourself. You were staring. Blinking hard, you dismissed it as exhaustion. The dreams of the night before were slowly shifting into nightmares. That wouldn’t have scared you away, but what unnerved you the most was how accurately the dreams transcribed the curve of Remus’ nose.

The dream was the same that very night. It started off forgettable, a fantasy-like world that could be misconstrued for a fairy tale. But the fog in your mind started to swirl. The colors became deeper, more like shadows that soon transformed into familiar figures. Remus and Dumbledore.

They were older, but perfectly recognizable. The perspective of the dream varied as the night did. This was the first time you felt like you too were present in the room, not just a hovering presence. They spoke of you as though you weren’t there. Remus defending you against the unsympathetic Headmaster with an anger you hadn’t known he possessed.

You were wary to call it a premonition, but before you could do anything—as sleep typically constituted— there was a flash of light. Once translucent, the light revealed connected hands; your own and a hand that held scars patterned similarly to the boy who sat across you merely hours ago. They were conjoined by a thin tongue of brilliant flame that wound its way around your hands like a red-hot wire.

An unbreakable vow.

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[valluvsu]

Lucky

Remus Lupin x reader

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Remus Lupin couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

Here he was, head in the lap of the girl he’s liked since he was 14, her voice softly reading the words of a book he asked her to read. Her hand was softly making its way through the strands in his hair making him feel more at peace than ever. Everything about her just made him feel calm. 

Yeah, definitely the luckiest guy in the world. 

“You falling asleep on me Lupin?” 

It was the soft tug on his hair that made Remus open his eyes and see that she was now looking at him and not at the book. His face warmed and a soft smile covered his lips. 

“Can you blame me? I’ve got the prettiest girl at Hogwarts reading to me while running her hands through my hair,” Remus replied. 

It was Y/N’s face that warmed this time. Despite being with Remus for a year and a half now, she never got used to the compliments he constantly gave her. 

Y/N proceeded to change the subject, not wanting Remus to get too smug. 

“I think we should head in soon. It’s starting to get quite late, wouldn't want Filch catching us out,” she said while packing up their things. 

Remus agreed and helped her up. He took her bag from her hand and replaced it with his hand. They slowly made their way back into the school and towards the Gryffindor Tower.

“Are you coming to my room or am I going to yours tonight?” Remus asked. They’ve been sneaking into each other's dorms to sleep together since they realized they both slept better with each other. It’s something their roommates find both endearing and annoying. 

“I’ll go to yours. The girls are getting quite irritated with how loud you come into the room,” she jokingly replied. 

Remus threw her a fake glare. 

“I am not loud. They are just very light sleepers. I mean we’ve done this for how long and not gotten caught?” he retorted. 

Y/N just playfully rolled her eyes and pulled him into the common room. There his best friends were hanging out doing something she didn’t even want to ask about.

“I’ll see you in a minute, just gotta get changed,” Y/N murmured to Remus. 

Remus pulled her into a little kiss and said he’d be waiting for her in his room. 

Y/N rushed up into her room quickly changing and brushing her teeth, not even noticing her roommates in the room. 

“Why in such a rush? Is loverboy waiting?” Marlene teased. 

Y/N let out a gasp in surprise, her face warming once again. 

“Leave them alone. I think it’s cute how they always sleep together. I wish I had someone to do that with,” Dorcas said longingly. 

“Yeah, whatever. As long as Lupin doesn’t come barging in here again,” Marlene groaned. 

“Oh shut it, you’d be doing the same thing with Sirius if either of you had the balls to say something to each other. Plus, Remus is out by the time any of you wake up, so there is nothing to complain about,” Y/N replied. 

It was no secret that Marlene and Sirius felt something for each other. Almost the whole house had bets on when or who would say something first. 

As Marlene went to say something back Y/N made her way out of the dorm and into Remus’ room. 

The boys were having a similar conversation. 

“Moony, how come your girlfriend is the only one allowed in here?” James complained. 

“Prongs, I’m the only one in here with a girlfriend. Lily has made it clear she doesn’t want you and Sirius could have one but he’s too scared to say anything,” replied Remus. 

“Hey hey hey, don’t drag me into this. I do not like Marlene,” said Sirius. 

“I didn’t say anything about Marlene,” Remus smugly replied. 

Sirius just grumbled something along the lines of “I’m going to bed” and closed the curtains around his bed. 

Y/N entered the room and immediately met Remus on his bed. He closed his curtains and laid down so she could put her head on his chest. It was his turn to run his fingers through her hair. This was always how they fell asleep.

“I love you, Rem,” Y/N whispered quietly on the verge of sleep.

“I love you so much,” he replied. 

While she was sleeping he kept thinking how lucky he was. He had some amazing friends who would do anything for him. He was getting an education some kids dreamed of. And he had an amazing girlfriend who he loved more than anything and he knew she loved him just as much. 

There were moments in his life when he thought the universe hated him so much, but he realized just how much that was untrue. 

And with his love in his arms, he fell asleep. 

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[allllium]

Evil Mastermind - Chapter 1

~ Where James becomes cupid to push You and Remus into confessing your feelings

~ A little shorter than I wanted but they will get longer

~ Fluff w/ very little to no angst WC: 1,024

No. No. No. This can't be happening. This has to be some kind of joke. You love James. Definitely. But not like that. There is nothing worse than one of your best guy friends having a crush on you. What are you supposed to do now?

Only an hour before this current freak out, James admitted his feelings for you. How did this happen? He's been obsessed with Lily since first year and now he suddenly wants you??

None of this makes sense but you can't think of any possible reasons why James would lie to you about something like this.

These thoughts run through your head as you leave James and sprint over to the boys dorm.

After letting James down as nicely as you could, you ran up to his dorm to find Remus. Yes, you're close friends with all the marauders but Remus is by far the one your closest with. Something about him is way more comforting than the other boys you're constantly with.

Barging into the dorms, forgetting to knock, you're met with both Remus and Peter. They both turn to look at you in surprise at your sudden entrance.

“Are you alright?” Peter asks, noting the panicked look on your face.

The only things to come out of your mouth are more unintelligible noises than actual words but they express every emotion you're feeling perfectly.

“What happened, Angel?” You take a deep breath at Remus's concerned tone.

“James has a crush on me?” You phrase it as a question, not fully believing the situation. Remus makes a face of disgust as he turns to face you. Peter on the other hand doesn't look surprised.

“What? He's never mentioned that.”

“I know! What has the world come to?” You basically throw myself on Remus’s bed and run your hands over your face.

“What are you gonna do?” Remus moves to lay next to you on his bed. Peter still hasn't a word, too busy trying not to laugh at yoru dramatic antics.

“I have no idea.” You exclaim. “I don't want to hurt our friendship but he's James.”

“What does that mean?” Peter finally pipes in. Looking at you in a confused manner.

“I just mean we're close friends and he's definitely not my type.”

“So what is your type?” Peter questions you again, a grin on his face. You ignore him. The last thing you want to do today is admit that your type is the scar-faced boy lying next to yyo.

“What did he say when you let him down?” Remus's words pull your eyes off Peter's suspicious smile.

“He said I know but I just had to tell you. Then he winked at me.” That does not seem like the behavior of someone who “knows”.

“That's weird.” Peter points out.

“Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.”

“Well I'm sure he'll get over it soon.” Remus attempts to comfort you. Realistically you know, but there's that one thought in your head telling you something's off about this.

“I know what you can do.” You turn your head at lightning speed to hear the rest of Peter's suspicious statement. One thing you've noticed since becoming friends with Peter is that he's a very suspicious person. Even when he doesn't mean to.

“What is it?” Remus beats you to the question.

“You two could pretend to date. James will immediately lose feelings for you if you're dating his best friend.” What the fuck. That doesn't make any sense.

“I feel like there's something much more normal we can do.” The boy from your right complains.

“Yeah I agree. Peter, that's weird, it would never work.”

“Yes it would, James is very oblivious. It would work perfectly.” He's not wrong. Weird plans always work well when it comes to James. But still, fake dating Remus would go wrong in so many ways. “Great. While you two mull that over I'm gonna be somewhere else.”

You and Remus stay silent in thought as Peter leaves the room. Both thinking over the possibilities.

“That would never work right? James can't be that dumb.” You ask.

“I don't know. He didn't notice Dorcus and Marlene dating for months.” He points out. You forgot about that. He had no idea they were together even though they held hands and kissed in front of him all the time. He said he didn't want to question it.

“That's true but we're his best friends obviously he's gonna notice something is wrong.”

“Maybe or maybe not.”

“I don't know Rem. I don't know if I'm okay lying to everyone.” What happens when they all find out we faked it. They're gonna be mad that we lied and call out how crazy we are for thinking it could work.

“It wouldn't be lying, just exaggerating the truth.” What truth? There is no truth about us fake dating.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing nevermind.”

“Okay uh. We should think about it. Overnight. I'm tired.” You tell him, trying to seem as calm as possible. Like today hasn't been the weirdest day ever.

“That's a good idea, I'm tired too.” He agrees.

“Okay great. See you in the morning.”

“Yeah goodnight.” He says, a little rushed.

You don't respond. Simply giving him a small nod and basically running out of his dorm.

Of course while leaving the boys dorm you bump into Sirius.

“Oh sorry.” You apologize softly, quickly moving out of his way. He gives you a sly smile and heads into the dorm.

What the fuck is wrong with everyone today? Was there something in the breakfast this morning?

You shake the thoughts out of your head and continue your way back to your dorm. Hoping at least one of your roommates will be there for you to rant to.

Of course no one's there. Why would the world want to give me one good thing today? Ughhhh this just keeps getting worse.

After walking the room in a few circles, you decide to fall onto your bed and pass out. Tomorrow will be better. Well it might actually be worse but you refuse to believe that right now.

James and Peter being matchmakers >>>>

Divider by @saradika

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[cannibalizedyke]

Rhetorical Question

NOT MY GIF

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 394

Warnings: Bimbo!Reader, James and Sirius make fun of you

Summary: Remus won’t let anyone say anything bad about you.

Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1 @regulusblackswhorecrux @dragon-master-kai @katsukis1wife @omgitsd0lly @actuallydarling (ty for reading over it lily!!)

You clung to Remus’s arm, hiding behind him as he talked and laughed with his friends. You didn’t know James and Sirius very well, and you had no idea what the boys were talking about, but you liked being close to Remus so you just smiled and nodded as if you understood.

“All right, here’s a good one,” said Sirius, who was reciting a few of his favorite jokes. “What do you get when you cross a joke with a rhetorical question?”

“I don’t know, what?” you asked, remembering the proper etiquette for joke-telling.

The boys burst out laughing, and you frowned.

“I don’t get it,” you said, pouting.

“That’s all right, darling.” Remus kissed your head. “Do you know what a rhetorical question is?”

You shook your head shamefully.

“It’s a question that’s not meant to be answered. The joke is that he’s asking a question as if it has an answer, but because the joke is crossed with a rhetorical question there is no answer. D’ya get it now, pup?”

Your mouth opened in a small round “O” shape before breaking into a giggly grin. “Yeah, that’s funny!”

James and Sirius snickered a bit and you hid further behind Remus.

“Hey, stop that,” Remus snapped. “She can’t help it if she doesn’t understand everything, don’t make her feel bad ‘bout it.”

The other two boys gave each other a look, but sighed and apologized to you anyway.

“It’s all right,” you said timidly.

“D’ya wanna go back to my dorm, bunny?” Remus asked, lips close to your ear so only you could hear him.

You nodded and he threaded his fingers through yours. He let James and Sirius know where he was going before taking you through the Gryffindor common room, hands clasped all the way.

“‘M sorry about them, sweetheart,” he said softly into your hair.

“You don’t need to be,” you told him, wrapping your arms round his waist. “I know I’m not bright, you don’t need to defend me.”

“Yes, I do,” he replied firmly. “You’re my girlfriend and I don’t want anyone saying a bad word about you. You may not be smart but you’re so many other things, you’re my amazing sweet girl.”

You smiled and buried your head in his chest. “Love you, Remmie.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Love you too, my darling.”

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