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U should write more Ian x reader, like a besties to lovers one? No pressure if ur busy ofc <3

More Than Friends || Ian Hecox x reader

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summary: you have been ignoring your growing feelings for your best friend ian, but when you are chosen to do a romantic scene together will those feelings stay hidden?

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mild cursing

a/n: ahh thank you so much for this request ml, i’ve been meaning to write for ian again!! hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day!! 🎀☁️🍒

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“Ok, hear me out. The story is ‘getting a root canal’ but we make it a full on musical with production numbers and everything.”

Angela’s loud voice broke over the chatter you had been drowning out and you looked across the table.

You had been sitting in an early-morning writers meeting discussing ideas for a new sketch for what felt like hours.

Whoever thought it would be a good idea to make you and everyone else be creative at 8:00am….

“Angela,” Chanse chided.

“What? I had a dentist appointment this morning and I was inspired.”

“Anyone else have any ideas that don’t have the words ‘root canal’ in them?” Chanse asked.

“What screams Smosh more than a root canal musical!” Angela looked around the room for help.

Alas, it didn’t look like you were getting anywhere anytime soon.

You watched as Ian, who sat to your left, let his head slip from his hand where it had been rested on the table.

“Look alive, Mr. President-of-the-company,” you whispered to him, covering the fact that you had definitely been watching him longer than was friend-like.

Looks like you weren’t the only one who suffered from drowsiness that morning.

“I was totally paying attention,” Ian yawned. “Something about boats.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at your best friend. You’d known Ian since you two were little—in fact, he was the reason you'd got your job at Smosh all those years back.

You’d been staying with him for the past week while your apartment was being renovated and you'd definitely stayed up too late last night watching reruns of friends. Which probably contributed to you both nodding off during this meeting.

“Twenty bucks says someone suggests kiss currency part two,” you whispered to Ian.

“Are you kidding? No way I’m gonna take you up on that, I don’t have spare cash on me.”

“Did someone say kissing?” Courtney waggled her eyebrows.

“Yeah, (Y/n) was just begging me to suggest a kissing sketch,” Ian teased.

You smacked Ian’s arm, feeling your cheeks warm. “I was not!”

“Ian just wants to kiss you, that’s all,” Anthony leaned over his friend to tell you conspiratorially.

Ian pretended to gag. “I’d rather kiss Shayne.”

“Hey!” Shayne threw up his hands in outrage.

You laughed along with everyone but you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching your fist around your coffee mug.

You couldn’t exactly pinpoint when you had begun to have feelings for Ian that were more than friendly. One minute he was just your best friend Ian and the next he was this funny, attractive guy who made your pulse race when he touched your arm or gave you one of his smiles.

You knew Ian didn’t return your feelings—you were sure of that. This new development was entirely one sided. Which was why you were absolutely, definitely never going to tell him. Ever.

You sighed as you watched Ian lean away from you and towards Anthony to whisper something to him.

Everyone was silent for a moment and you leaned back in your seat, running a hand through your hair.

“Hey, to piggyback off of the kissing thing,” Anthony started, his voice breaking through the silence, “what if we did an ‘every dramatic love confession scene ever’? It’s been a while since we’ve done that style of video.”

“Ooh good idea,” Ian said, “Those ‘we want the old Smosh’ people will love that. I can already see the views.”

“Always ‘the content’ with you,” you teased him.

“He’s right though,” Spencer chimed in, “Especially if we had you and Ian do some scenes together. People would eat that up; it’ll give ‘em more material for their edits. I’m talking Shourtney part two.”

You watched as Shayne and Courtney looked at each other and grinned. Damn it, why couldn’t you and Ian be like them!

But, Spencer wasn’t wrong. Ever since you had begun working at Smosh, fans had been convinced you and Ian were dating. You guys had always laughed about all of the comments and posts together.

You and Ian? As if!

But lately, as you watched the fan edits and read the YouTube comments, you couldn’t help but wish that you and Ian actually were what all of these people thought you were.

“I can see it now: April 1st, 2025, Ian and (Y/n). Shourtney part two” Ian echoed Spencer’s comment and nodded. “Zach Justice and Tara level shipping.”

“You know who they are, grandpa?” You snorted.

“For the last time, I’m four months older than you!”

You laughed as Ian spoke again.

“I mean, I’m in if you’re in,” he turned to you, “For the sketch. If you don’t mind pretending to be into me. I know it’ll be hard not to fall hopelessly in love with me.”

“How will I ever manage,” you deadpanned sarcastically, even as your palms began to feel sweaty. Ignoring your feelings on a daily basis was hard enough, let alone doing a love scene together. But you couldn’t very well refuse and have everyone, including Ian, wonder why.

Besides, it could be fun. It’d been a while since you’d done a sketch, and regardless of how you felt about Ian, he was still your best friend and you would get to spend a lot of time on set with him.

You took a deep breath. You were probably going to regret the next words that came out of your mouth.

“Let’s do it”

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“Shut up and kiss me,” you said, throwing your pretend purse to the ground as you stepped forwards.”

“Not until you promise me that I’m the only one,” Ian sniffed dramatically. “I cant lose you again, baby.”

“It’s only you,” you yelled, “It’s always only been you.”

“Then kiss me,” Ian took a step towards you. “Kiss me like you’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” you leaned in.

“And then we kiss,” Ian said in a lighter voice, breaking character as you ended the scene. “I feel like it should be raining in the background of this, damn. Ooh, note to self: talk to them about fake rain.”

“Right,” you smiled shakily, trying not to let the scene have affected you. You were at Ian’s place—your apartment still wasn’t livable—and Ian had suggested you rehearse your scene again for the shoot the next day.

You had just received the script and were already panicking a how real it all was. The two characters in the scene were friends who fell in love with each other. Just your luck.

You silently cursed whoever had written the whole thing.

“So do you want to rehearse the kiss before tomorrow?” Ian’s voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, um, I think it might be better if we just wing it. You know, realistic first kiss and all.”

“As long as you don’t pull a Jennifer Lawrence on me,” Ian laughed, “No garlic fries.”

You placed a hand to your chest in mock surprise, “Wow Ian, two pop culture references in one day? I’m so proud.”

“I learned from the best,” Ian booped your nose and you felt your heart flutter.

You flopped down on your couch-bed in the middle of the living room and kicked your pajama-pant-clad legs out in front of you.

Ian sat down next to you and picked up the TV remote. “Do you mind?”

You shook your head as he turned on the television. A show was playing that you’d definitely seen before, but you weren’t paying attention.

You couldn’t focus on anything but Ian’s presence next to you as he scooted closer to you and laid his arm over the back of the couch behind you. He smelled like pine and soap and a hint of the day’s cologne and the scent was so familiar and so damn attractive that you couldn’t ever imagine a time when you hadn’t wanted him all over you. How had you been so ignorant then?

You rested your head on Ian’s chest and let out a sigh. All of this was so normal—you two laying there, watching TV, falling asleep next to each other—and yet it felt so different.

Ian kissed the top of your head gently and mumbled “Goodnight, (Y/n).”

You muttered a soft, “‘Night.”

Sometimes, when you were really desperate, you imagined that your best friend felt the same way about you that you did about him. In all the little ways that he made you feel special and loved, you found an almost something. It was times like these that you let yourself imagine, what if?

But then you reminded yourself that you and Ian had always been this way. The only difference was your pulse racing and your heart jumping into your throat whenever he looked at you or touched you.

You let your eyes close as the sounds of whatever comedy was on played in the background.

It was strange how you could feel so anxious and so comfortable at the same time. Despite all the new uneasiness that came with your romantic feelings towards Ian, you were still calmed by his presence. You still knew him better than anyone else. You still wanted this forever. Which is why you couldn’t let yourself change things.

You felt Ian wrap his arm around you and you shifted slightly on the bed. This felt right, you thought. How could you dare mess that up with unrequited love making everything difficult?

Because that was scary. Changing everything was scary. Losing him was scary. But this? This was comfortable, you thought. And it was true.

You had never felt more comfortable before in your life.

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You had never felt more uncomfortable in your life.

You’d thought last night was awkward, reading through the script with Ian. But today, as you reminded yourself you’d have to kiss him and not make it seem like it meant anything to you, you were sweating through your floral-pattern dress.

“Hey (Y/n)!”

You spun around to find Ian wearing a full on tuxedo, complete with a boutonnière and everything.

“Wow, you look—”

“Like prom threw up on me? Yeah, I know,” Ian joked, “But you look like the lead in a romcom so thumbs up costume coordinator.”

You looked down at your dress. You had gone to costuming earlier on and had just come out of hair and makeup. You hoped you hadn't already sweated it all off.

You looked back up at Ian. He looked—well, aside from drop dead gorgeous—like he had eaten something that didn’t quite agree with him.

You opened your mouth to ask if he was feeling ok when you were called to set by one of the directors.

“Looks like that’s us,” Ian smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You walked over to the set that you would be using, which looked like the outside of a building that could have been a school or a convention center. Apparently Angela had just had it lying around from a previous play. It looked really realistic, almost too realistic.

You took a deep breath as you stepped onto set and Ian followed you.

You got this, you told yourself, you know all of your lines and you’re not going to mess this up.

You looked out at the rest of the Smosh cast and crew, busy on set or waiting for their scenes.

“Ok and rolling…” you heard the director call.

You prepared yourself. Ian stepped to the side of you. “You ready for this?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “definitely. Are you ok? You look pretty pale.”

“I’m good,” Ian assured you with a nod, “just ate some weird pistachios at the snack table. I’d stay away if I were you.”

“Noted,” you giggled.

“…And Action!”

You immediately were thrown into the scene. Ian had the first line and you tried to get into character.

“What is your problem, Amy?” Ian said.

“My problem?” you spat, trying to channel your inner romcom protagonist, “Are you really going to make me sit here and spell it out for you, Jake?”

“That’d be nice,” Ian—Jake—scoffed.

“Fine,” you made your voice shaky, “You wanna know what my problem is? My problem is that you came here with Veronica when you knew that all I wanted to do was be your date tonight.”

“How would I know that? Was I supposed to just guess? You’re my best friend, Amy, why wouldn’t you just tell me!”

“You want to know why I didn’t tell you?” You—Amy—asked him. “Because you’re my best friend. That’s why. I’ve had to sit here and watch you with girl after girl while all I wanted was as to be one of them.”

You stepped closer to Ian as you kept saying your lines, trying to summon tears “I have been in love with you for years. Years, Jake. But I couldn’t tell you because I didn’t want to lose this.”

You gestured between the two of you, trying to clear your mind and do what you had rehearsed. You refused to let any of your own thoughts slip in.

You continued, “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. So go ahead. It’s ruined now. Go back to your date and have the best night with her. I’ll just be here on the sidelines like I always have been.”

You turned and pretended to walk away and as planned Ian grabbed your wrist and you spun around.

“You don’t get it,” he started, “I love you. I always have loved you. From the moment I met you, I have loved you. I love the way you tie your hair up when you’re working on something. I love the way your nose scrunches up when something amuses you. I love your perfume and the way it kinda makes me dizzy when I’m near you. I love you. I have never loved anyone more.”

Ian’s eyes were intense as he looked down at you.

“And I never told you because, look at you. You’re way out of my league, I was lucky to have you as a friend. But, it’s always been you. I love you so much and I can’t believe you love me back. I’ll keep saying it as long as I am still breathing. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Even though it was acting, you’d never seen Ian like this. Not even when you were rehearsing. This was raw and emotional and it was hard not to let yourself believe it was real. The air was thick and you were both breathing heavy, the room silent except for the synchronized sound of your breathing. You stepped towards Ian, preparing to tell him to ‘shut up and kiss you’, as the script said, but he kept speaking.

“I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to say all this. But, I want to be more than friends. And now that you know, will you be more than friends with me, (Y/n)?”

You jolted at his use of your name and not your character’s. None of this was in the script, as far as you knew.

“Ian—” You whispered, looking around.

He took your hands, swallowing hard. “This is real, (Y/n). And I meant every word.”

You couldn’t process what was happening. You searched Ian’s face and he looked honest and hopeful and a little scared. But he was sincere. You didn’t see any evidence that this was some kind of practical joke. Was Ian saying…

You moved to stand even closer to him.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you said hesitantly, saying the line you were supposed to say earlier.

A slow smile came to Ian’s face, getting what you were doing. “Not until you promise me that I’m the only one, I cant lose you again, baby.”

“It’s only you,” you whispered, “It’s always only been you.”

“Then kiss me,” Ian said. “Kiss me like you’ve never kissed anyone before.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” you leaned in.

And scene, You thought, So much for not letting this be real.

And then your lips were on his, and you were kissing him. And Ian was kissing you back. He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. You ran your hands through his hair and you felt him shiver beneath your touch.

As you kissed Ian, your best friend, you silently thanked your luck—that this had happened, that Ian returned your feelings.

Ian pulled away gently, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Wow,” you breathed, “that was—”

“That was everything I’d imagined it would be,” Ian said.

And then, all of a sudden, the entire studio burst into applause. You looked out at all of your friends and cast mates clapping and cheering for you. Had they been in on this the whole time? Had they all known that Ian would break character and confess real feelings for you?

“Just to be sure,” Ian said, “You do actually like me back right? You weren’t just finishing the scene?”

You laughed, “Yes, Ian, I like you. A lot.”

“Phew,” Ian laughed, calling out to the people gathered, “It’s a yes guys, she said yes! And sorry about ruining the shoot!”

“You kidding? That was the most realistic love scene I’ve ever seen. How could we not use that?” Anthony called back.

You giggled and placed your hands on Ian’s chest, “About that, I didn’t know you could be so cheesy and romantic.”

“Only for you,” he said. “And I wouldn’t say cheesy. Poetic and beautiful, maybe.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but you’d never been happier. You wouldn’t be able to stop smiling for days. And you didn’t want to.

All this time, as you’d been battling your own feelings, Ian had had feelings for you. You no longer had to pretend, because everything you wanted with Ian was already happening.

You smiled up at him, “I love you, Ian.”

You had said it so many times platonically, but it felt different now. And yet the same.

“I love you so much, (Y/n).”

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You put your hair up into a ponytail as you walked towards Ian’s office. You had changed out of your romcom dress and back into the clothes you wore to the studio today. Now that you were done with the shoot, Ian had said he wanted to take you out. Your first real date.

You rounded the corner and went to enter Ian’s doorway, but you stopped when you heard voices.

“Hey, thanks man,” Ian’s voice carried into the hallway. “Thanks for suggesting that sketch.”

“Anything for my friend,” Anthony said. “When your best friend whispers ‘hey can you suggest a sketch where me and (Y/n) have to be romantic together’ you step up.”

You strained to hear. What? Was Ian saying he had planned that whole thing? He was the one who wanted to do that sketch?

“Besides,” Anthony continued, “I didn’t even really do anything. You wrote the whole thing. Speaking of which, damn man, warn somebody! I’ll bring tissues to set next time.”

You couldn’t believe it! That entire scene, about two random characters, Ian had written it all for you and him.

“You wrote all that?” You stepped into Ian’s office a look of shock on both men’s faces.

“(Y/n), how much of that did you hear?” Ian asked nervously.

“Enough to be even more in love with you than when I walked over here, if that’s possible.”

Ian looked relieved as he came over to you and put his arms around you. “Well, then yeah, I wrote it. And I meant every word I said about loving you.”

“Wow, I gotta work on my speech writing skills,” you teased, “I didn’t know I was best friends with The Bard himself this whole time.”

“It’s a gift,” Ian smiled, kissing you softly. “And I had plenty of time to practice being poetic, being in love with you for years.

“I’m going to go,” Anthony’s voice interrupted, “because I feel like a third wheel and not because my eyes are watering—damn allergies. I’m so happy for both of you.”

Anthony left the room and you both burst into laughter.

Ian placed a soft kiss to your lips again, and you smiled. You couldn’t believe this was your reality.

Some of your best memories and moments were with Ian as a best friend. And now you got to experience a whole new world with Ian your boyfriend. You couldn’t wait.

You were wrong the night before, you thought, as Ian wrapped his arms around you.

This, this was the most comfortable you’d ever been.

“Hey, I hate to interrupt,” Angela peeked into the room, “but now that we’re done with the operation-get-Ian-and-(Y/n)-together sketch—congrats by the way—where are we at on Root Canal the Musical?”

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remus lupin is my roman empire 💌🍒🩰 read this lovely fic by this wonderful writer!!

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Paring: !teacher!Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Summary: the reader attends additional lessons with professor Lupin to prepare for the N.E.W.T. on Defense Against the Dark Arts and to make the final coursework. The reader constantly suffers from chronic tiredness and headaches and tries to hide it, not wanting to seem vulnerable or weak. But Remus notices it and tries to help and comfort her. They become close as they keep having long talks not only about DADA, but about anything in life.

Warnings: fluff, hurt-comfort, teacher x student relationship, age gap, mention of illness and pain

A/N: I decided to try one shot now just to have a rest of editing the third chapter of my series The Torn Heart (btw I'll be really pleased if you check it out too). And also I don't really got used to write Y/N-stories but I decided to try. Just for the sake of adding variety to my life and to this blog. I almost fell asleep while writing it because I tried my best (and because it's 4 AM in my country at the moment when I'm finishing), but in my honest opinion I find this piece simply fabulous🤭. Enjoy your reading!

You entered Professor Lupin's office after knocking on the door and hearing a soft and jentle "Come in". Actually, all the sounds reached you half-muted, covered by the persistent pounding in your head. You somewhat got used to it - you've been suffering from headaches and all stuff like that for several years. For the first time it happened when you were preparing for your O.W.L.s at your fifth year. Anxiety and stress was a reality for you because you were a kind of very sensitive person who is affected easily by any distressing situation, and, apart from that, you were tend to overdo: overthink, overstudy, but never oversleep. Your worries about the exams have stolen your peaceful nights long ago, turning them into an endless nightmare. Most of the time your body craved for nothing but to lie down without moving, but your brain was desperately trying to concentrate on the studying. DADA was the subject that you had chosen to specialize in at your final year, and you really enjoyed reading special books about dark creatures and artefacts, doing research and practising advanced defensive spells and countercurses. Honestly, you were looking forward to starting those additional sessions for preparing properly for the exam. You planned to get nothing but Outstanding for it.

Absorbed into your thoughts, at first you didn't notice the professor standing right in front of you. When your tired gaze finally met his, almost as tired yet very warm and welcoming, he smiled softly and greeted you in a gentle voice.

- "Hello, Y/N. Guess it's time to get started Make yourself comfortable here."

He gestured for you to take a sit on the squashy armchair while he went and sat at his desk, which was piled with textbooks, scrolls of parchment and even ancient, shabby and dusty volumes, which clearly were taken from the Restricted Section for studying how to counter all sort of the dark magic.

You sank into the cozy armchair, relaxing and feeling your body's desire to collapse fulfilled. The atmosphere of Lupin's office was the most suitable for studying - the dim light was not too bright yet enough for reading, everything around was quiet and filled with the adorable scent of old parchment, tea and chocolate.

- "Well, I must warn you that today we're going to brush up some theory. I know it would be much more interesting for you to learn and for me to teach you a few of advanced duelling spells at first, but unfortunately not today. I've been feeling a bit under the weather and after the tiring school day I have absolutely no energy for duelling. I'm sorry. But I promise that revising the theory won't be too boring. I'll try to make it as amusing as possible."

Remus looked down for a second, a hint of embarrassment in his eyes. He strongly disliked confessing to anyone that he was feeling unwell, but now he had to. The full moon was three days ago and today it was his first working day after recovery, and he barely had any strength remaining to hold this tutoring session for you. But he promised individual preparation for every student that will be taking the DADA exam, and he never broke his promises. And also he never remained anything half-done - he wanted to keep the students as much interested as he could and not to tire them too much.

Though you weren't aware of his ailment, you did know that he had been on a sick-leave for almost a week and you realized he still wasn't feeling quite well. You gave him a look of compassion and understanding and replied shyly yet reassuringly:

- "Oh, actually you don't have to be sorry, Professor. It's okay and it can happen to anyone. I wish you to get well as soon as possible. And I absolutely don't find theory boring, especially with you. You're the best teacher at Hogwarts... "

His unhealthily pale face blushed slightly at your compliment, and he chuckled somewhat nervously.

- "Thank you very much, Y/N, but no need. Well, let's begin revising. "

You spent plenty of time answering his questions, sometimes he corrected your slight mistakes or inaccuracies and told you some more interesting facts about every topic.

Your brain was deeply immersed in that talk whilst your body was totally drained of energy and power to live. Your headache intensified, your eyes narrowed sleepily and you found it difficult to keep concentrating on the complicated questions.

Remus, despite his own weakened and sick state, couldn't help but notice your exhausted expression. He stopped questioning you on the subject, stood up and slowly walked up to you, glancing at you with concern.

-"Dear, are you alright? You look pale and absolutely frazzled out. I think it's enough studying for today. Maybe you should've seen the healer?", - he asked gently.

-"Oh... That's nothing to worry about... It's... not really ilnesss, just a thing, you know, chronic... I'm kind of used to constant headaches. It's normal for me to be in slight pain all the time, but by the end of the day it usually intensifies, so now I feel a bit uncomfortable indeed... But no need to worry...", - you stuttered out, your voice weak and sleepy.

Professor Lupin's eyes widened and the subtle smile almost vanished from his scarred face. He frowned and said firmly but tenderly:

-"It's never normal to be in pain. You should take care of yourself, young lady. Judging by your words and chalk-while face, your current state is very far from normal. Why don't you go to the hospital wing and get some medication?"

- "It does nothing for my sufferings. Really. Madam Pomfry had already tried every painkilling potion she had, but nothing helped me. I didn't tell her about it because... I don't want her to worry so much, to feel guilty for not able to stop my pain..."

Remus bit his lip and sighed with sorrow as he listened to you speaking. He recognized that feeling. It all was painfully familiar to him. He had gone through a similar experience when he was younger. He placed a hand on your shoulder as a gesture of support.

-"Okay, now listen to me, dear. I know what you're talking about. I had and even now continue to have similar problems. The thing is, I have a condition, let me not name it. It's closely connected with persistent headaches and pains all over the body in general, going hand by hand with fatigue and weakness. I've had it since early childhood and I completely understand what you are going through. So, please, remember that you're not alone in this fight. It's the first thing. The second thing is that I know some... secret remedies which always help ease up my pains and might work on you as well.", - He now smiled with care and comfort. He walked into the door that led apparently to his private quarters and returned after some minutes with two steaming mugs of something that smelt like tea but at the same time was obvious to be something else. He sat on the next armchair and handed you the mug.

-"Here, drink it, please. It's a herbal decoction. Professor Sprout grows a special plant that makes headaches go away as if by hand. This is jokingly but deservedly called a drink of pure power among all the Hogwarts staff members. Almost capable of resurrection. A really fine remedy. I bet it will help alleviate your pain. ", he spoke softly and his caring smile grew wider.

Instantly after that he put a chocolate bar out of his pocket, opened it's wrapping and offered to you.

-"Chocolate is also a helpful thing. Not only for cheering up, but also for regaining energy. Anything with sugar can be useful when you are so tired. I hope you're not allergic. "

-"Oh, that's so generous of you... Thank you so much, sir! *

You ate the chocolate, drank the decoction and thanked your professor for the help. Slowly you felt the pounding in your sore head subsiding. You were already about to leave, but as you stood up he started stroking your back protectively and said:

-"This decoction usually needs some time to take effect and to make the pain go away completely. But it's better to take it regularly as a course for some weeks. I absolutely don't mind sharing my stock with you. I have plenty. During every our preparation session I'll supply you with this remedy, I promise. It will be enough. And now, let me walk you to your dormitory. You're still sleepy and exhausted and I don't want you to fall asleep right somewhere on the staircase, Y/N."

The two of you walked out of his office, his hand now removed from your back and only slightly wrapped around your slender shoulders. Your face blushed as your heart filled with gratitude and adoration. You tired glance was sticked to his heartwarming hazel eyes with amber hues. Remus already was someone more for you than the best professor ever, though you weren't ready to admit it yet.

-"And one more thing. Tomorrow DADA is the first lesson and I allow you to oversleep it. Don't worry, you have rather good knowledge and nothing bad can happen if you miss one morning class, for which we will definitely be able to make up in some evening. You badly need rest, dear."

-"Ah, thank you! Good night. ", you were astonished and very happy to hear how he cares about you.

-"Good night, Y/N.", - he replied in his comforting and soothing voice before leaving.

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Some months passed. All that time you kept attending your tutoring session with Lupin and taking your herbal remedy together. Your mental well-being improved a lot. You stopped worrying about the exams so much because Remus always thought of good ways to cheer you up and build your confidence. You were a remarkable student and he assured you that you'll pass your N.E.W.T.s perfectly, especially with carefully preparing. You talked a lot now, even not always about studying, even laughed together at funny stories, but you still learnt a lot. It all was growing into a close bond - something like friendship, though you accidentally noticed yourself stealing longing glances at him and even he was doing the same sometimes. You confessee to yourself you were strongly in love with him, but didn't hope for reciprocation. Everything seemed so good, except for your physical state didn't seem to become much better. Your face was still almost corpse-like, your headaches relieved only for some hours after taking the decoction and then intensified again, making you feel as if your skull is going to explode. You tried your best to stay strong whilst Remus tried everything to end your sufferings. He even once gave you the strongest and the most expensive painkilling potion ever existing - the one that he had specifically for using before and immediately after his transformations. And even it didn't stop your pain completely.

One evening you came over to another tutoring session, but you were so exhausted that absolutely couldn't work. Remus was almost panicking inside but demonstrated only utter comfort and reassurance. He laid you down on the couch in his private quarters. With slight doubt in his expression he asked you:

-"I remembered of another way that might alleviate your pain, dear. But... It's somewhat rather intimate... I mean it involves touching your head. So I'll try it only if you agree."

-"Do whatever needed if it helps. And by the way, I think your touch is pleasant. I'd love you to cure me with your touch more.", - you chuckled faintly through the pain, glancing at him with love even without hiding it.

-"Okay. It'll be a massage. It really helps to relax your tense muscles. Often a headache appears because of straining your neck muscles too much. Or the scalp itself needs relaxation. I'll try my best, I'll do anything to help you, my dear. "

You nodded in agreement, though you were wincing in pain after every movement. You didn't already call him professor and you loved the way he called you dear. You loved simply everything about him, especially his care, affection and tenderness.

He started applying gentle pressure on your head, rubbing your temples and forehead in small circular motions, massaging and caressing your neck and shoulders, avoiding any tender spots, his touch warm and soothing. You felt blissful, your pain was vanishing, it was like a miracle. You let out an involuntary sigh of relief.

-"Better? ", he asked gently.

You only smiled peacefully at his twinkling eyes instead of responding. Your faces were co close to each other and one intrusive thought was spinning in your mind.

"Remus, you know what?... I... I love you", you mumbled desperately, as a tear of happiness ran down your cheek.

Remus's eyes filled with tears, too. He leaned down and his lips touched your cheek softly, leaving a tender kiss and pulling away carefully...

-"Now better", you giggled, unable to suppress your sobs anymore as they mixed up with laughter.

-"Oh, I knew this is what you need, dear. And... By the way. It's hard to confess, but I'm utterly smitten with you. I love you, Y/N, believe me or not. It's certainly bad to do like this, after that I can't be considered as a good teacher, I suppose..."

-"Don't say all this nonsense. You're the best. Everyone deserves love, Remus!"

He gently leaned in to kiss you once again...

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