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lustsickforyou · 8 months

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MAD WOMAN

pairings. regulus black x fem!reader

synopsis. you knew everything about regulus, why he did what he did. but you didn’t know it would lead to death, and you to become mad with grief.

notes. this is a bit different, voldermort is human in this but still who he is. he does need the horcruxes to kill him but in this regulus has done that, so let’s pretend! this is angsty with a sort of happy ending:) it’s also very long.

you remember the day vividly when sirius black came to your home and told you regulus was dead. you remember the shock rushing through your body then the tears as you fell onto the ground and sirius holding you as you both cried for him.

one thing you don’t remember when your grief become anger. you didn’t cry at his funeral where no one was there except the marauders and the rest. sirius sobbed for hours that day, you stayed as everyone left at the cemetery knowing no body was there. you stayed all night, barty had found you early in the morning when no one could find you.

ever since then you have been determined to avenge your boyfriends death. he hadn’t even turned twenty yet, regulus had not experienced life or a real family like you promised him. everyone figured it would be hard for you but now how you were handling it now.

currently you were going through everything regulus owned, fortunately he moved in with you as soon as he could so everything was here. sitting on the ground right by your bed surrounded by his things, you were reading his journal for signs. you knew you shouldn’t have— it was his but you needed it.

you sat there for hours reading every sentence over and over, you were so zoned out you didn’t hear the front door open and close or the calls of your name. not even hearing sirius coming into your room and standing at the doorway waiting for you to realize he was there.

he sighed sadly walking over to you and bending down in front of all the things, he called your name snapping you out of your reading.

“what are you doing?” sirius spoke softly as you met his eyes, he tried not to sigh again at the dark circles under your eyes, the redness in your eyes from reading too long.

“sirius.” you breathed out his name, he nodded before looking down at the mess surrounding you.

“i’m, um, looking for something.” he bent his head down, he truly did love you but he couldn’t bare to see you like this anymore.

“this isn’t healthy anymore, he wouldn’t want you to do this.” sirius spoke looking up at you again, you scoffed closing the journal, “you wouldn’t know sirius, he left. he left and he never came back, he didn’t say anything! he would’ve told me what he was doing.” your voice was hoarse and cracking as you spoke, his eyes softened for a second before standing right again.

“this is crazy,” your eyes glared as he spoke those words, “you need to stop, you’re not okay and you need to grieve.” sirius ran his hands through his long hair looking around the room that looks like it hadn’t been clean since regulus death.

“just leave sirius,” he looked back at you in shock, he stayed in his spot making you stand up, “leave!” you yelled at him, he sighed out in anger clicking his tongue as he nodded, leaving. you heard his foots carry down the stairs and the door slam.

as soon as it did, you threw the journal on the ground then throwing yourself on the ground leaning against the bed. you immediately started to cry for the first time, you pulled at your hair as you cried and cried. you continued even as you climbed into bed on regulus’ side, crying yourself to sleep.

a month had passed since that night, sirius hadn��t talked to you and you’ve avoided hanging around the group even at big events. right now, you knew lily was walking down the aisle marrying james but you didn’t go, you were sitting on your couch reading yet another journal of regulus’ one that you had seen him writing in the month of his death.

a knock interrupted your reading, you closed your eyes with a sigh figuring it be one of your friends to yell at you for missing out on lilys day.

the knocking continued, you slammed the journal shut standing up and walking through the kitchen to open the door, you looked through the window at the top of the door recognizing narcissa standing about to knock again before you opened the door.

she stepped back upon seeing your face, “hello.” she smiled lightly at you. it was nice to see someone smiling at you, not looking at you with pity or anger so you smiled back— as much as you could.

“hi,” you replied shortly, confused as why she was at your door, she pointed her eyes in your house, “come in?” she nodded her head coming in as you moved out of the way moving herself through the hallway into the kitchen.

you sighed as she stood in the messy kitchen, “tea?” you asked her, she hummed in agreement sitting down at the head seat of the table.

once the tea was done you made you and her a cup, setting it down in front of her before sitting on the seat beside her, you messed with the handle of your cup.

“not to be rude, but why are you here?” she laughed lightly as she put down the cup, she looked at her lap as you waited for her answer.

“i just haven’t seen you in a while, y’know regulus talked about his future a lot and you were always in it, always.” you smiled at her words as she continued to speak about regulus.

“so, i now that you deserve every right to know the truth. i know you know he joined the dark lord. but i know that you don’t know what he did that night, but you deserve to.” narcissa spoke and your eyebrows raised, a sinking feeling in your stomach formed.

narcissa explained everything from start to finish, you listened to her. you didn’t know what to say but you knew that this was not the last thing that you would do, learning that regulus went against what his parents told him and that for killed him.

you walked her out, you both stopped seeing sirius and remus in their suits standing at the top of your stairway to your front porch. she looked at you with a smile before leaving. you looked at the two turning around leaving the door open for them to follow.

“what was she doing here? why?” sirius didn’t start calm, his voice was raised as remus stood beside him once you were standing in the living room.

“narcissa was here to check on me! unlike any of you.” turning around to look at them, sirius scoffed as remus stared at you in sadness.

“unlike us? a month ago i tried and you kicked me out!” sirius yelled at you, remus sighed grabbing sirius’ hand trying to calm him down.

“you didn’t check up on me, you called me crazy, sirius.” your voice was low as you took a step down still far away from them, remus looked over at sirius in shock not hearing that part.

“yes! okay, but this is crazy! you are so mad with grief you’re not yourself! you are so full of anger! regulus would be so disappointed—“

“sirius!” remus whispered yelled turning to him as your face dropped, sirius froze as he watched your face and the the tears that started to form in your eyes. remus looked at you as you stepped back even farther, “you know he did not mean that.” he spoke softly but sirius scoffed again.

“you know what? yes, i did mean that because he would! you are not you anymore for gods sake you missed james and lilys wedding! what the hell? they were so upset at you, you’ve pushed us away so how do you expect us to help you! we’re grieving too!” sirius voice got louder every word as remus sighed watching your tears fall silently. he was of course disappointed that you weren’t there but there was better ways to say it.

scoffing as sirius stood there breathing heavily with anger, remus whispered something to him causing sirius to nod.

“we’re leaving, i don’t want to speak to you until you can realize what you are doing.” he didn’t wait for a response, turning around storming out of the house. remus looked at you as you stared at him, hoping he would say anything but he didn’t. he looked at his feet before turning around following sirius.

after a few seconds of silence, you grabbed the lamp of the small table by the couch throwing it on the ground with a sob. you slid everything off the coffee table as you cried and yelled.

you ran up the stairs into your room, opening your closet grabbing a bag off the stop shelf then grabbing clothes throwing them in the bag. you didn’t stop once as you left the house walking down the street.

that night was the very last night anyone saw you, they heard of things of someone trying to take down voldemort, no one knew who. but sirius knew it was you, the group knew. they knew that you were angry but they didn’t expect this.

months had passed and war had started, you knew of that. you listened to the radio hoping not to hear anyone’s name. you still loved them but you had to do this.

were close to finally ending this, ending him. you wanted to see your friends but you couldn’t do that without knowing this war was over and you’d avenged regulus’ death.

another few weeks had passed and voldemort was killing more but luckily you hadn’t heard anyone’s name. you knew he would be after them since they were trying to do the same with him.

it was the day you were going to take voldemort down, you were face to face with him and multiple death eaters. his top ones, you saw narcissa standing next to lucius. bellatrix and many more. you even saw his parents behind him.

narcissa was stuck, she wanted to run to you and stand beside you but if she did, she would be killed and soon enough her son would be too. she couldn’t do that. so she was to watch you be killed by him, or have him make someone else do it.

“you will not win this battle, girl. you will die!” voldemort yelled pointing his wand at you from a distance but it didn’t matter, he yelled those two words and you were gone.

you were covered in dirt and blood standing in a field waiting for him to kill you, breathing heavily feeling the large wound on your stomach from a cut one of the death eaters gave you fighting them.

“so kill me, tom. i would just be another to add to your list. but i am not the only one trying to kill you.” you used your energy to speak holding your wand at your side.

he laughed loudly causing the others to follow in suit, you saw walburga smirk at you from behind his shoulder.

the battle begun against you and them, you felt yourself get weaker every time one of them yelled a spell at you, not the one to kill. voldemort wanted to kill you himself. he stood in the same spot as the death eater’s tried to weaken you.

you now stood behind a small tree breathing heavily holding your wound, you had many but the one on your stomach was the worse one. you felt tears fall on your dirty face, looking down at your clothes you saw the blood seep through your top that had been torn. digging in your pants to find a dagger, you had only one chance at this. you heard the calls of your names from the death eaters.

you peaked from the tree to see voldemort standing still, regulus’ parents stood beside him speaking to him giving you your chance.

you took a step from behind the tree, bringing the knife beside your head. regulus had taught you how to throw knives but you weren’t a expert.

you breathed out, shaking your head as spots started to cover your vision. you groaned as you threw the knife watching it fly towards him, hitting him right in the throat. as you did the two beside him stepped back in shock as someone grabbed your waist covering your mouth from yelling.

“lucius!” you saw narcissa standing in front of you breathing heavily as her husband held you against him, “this is our chance, this is a chance to give draco a good life, let her go.” she spoke looking between you two. your eyes were wide, full of tears as blood and dirt covered your face, lucius stared at her before he looked to the field where many death eater’s were gathering around him not knowing what to do. he then looked back at you, throwing you forward.

you fell into narcissa’s arms with a sob, “thank you.” you breathed out as she rubbed your hair. she smiled at your words, you continued to breath but it was becoming more ragged. you then remembered what day it was, “take me to james’ house.” you said into her shoulder.

“lucius, go home.” she didn’t wait for his response as she apparited you both in front of his house. she saw all the lights on in the house and multiple cars in the driveway and in the road. you took yourself off of her body suppressing a groan.

“thank you, narcissa.” you pulled her into a tight hug ignoring the pain it gave you, she hugged you trying to be soft. once you pulled away, she brought her hand to the side of your face.

“reggie would be proud.” she smiled as she rubbed her finger against your dirty face ignoring the dirt falling on her own hand, you smiled brightly at her. “i wish to see you more, come visit any time.” she spoke looking at you, you nodded.

“of course, you must visit too.” you told her, she hummed lightly before nodding to the house, “go home.” she let her hand off of your face before stepping away and apparited herself.

turning your head towards the house, begging to limp your way towards the steps. it took a lot of pain but you did it. you knocked on the door loudly hoping they could hear, you could hear the loud chatter.

you only waited a few second’s before the door opened revealing james covered in birthday decor wrapped around his body. his mouth opened his shock, he looked over your body as his emotions flooded his body at the sight of you. it wasn’t unusual for james to cry easily, he was very sensitive but seeing you he gasped as tears flowed down his face throwing himself on you.

you groaned lightly but wrapped your arms around him, you both sobbed but you felt like he was crying more making you laugh lightly, “james, i, um, need to breath.” he chocked out a sob pulling away.

“sorry, sorry. i just can’t believe you’re okay— are you okay?” he examined your body finally seeing the torn part of your shirt and the blood, “bloody hell, you are not okay. come in.” he grabbed your arm pulling you in yelling for lily.

everyone heard the panic in his voice, stopping as lily stood up quickly. she couldn’t step more than three steps before james turned the corner with you next to him.

everyone froze in shock at the state of you, “oh my..” lily said as she took big steps toward you grabbing your body dragging you to a chair. she pushed you down softly but it still hurt, you swallowed trying not to yelp in pain.

“what happened?” she questioned looking at you as she bent down in front of you, “death eaters.” everyone made a noise of shock at your words. you looked up at everyone who stared at you, all of them had different faces but you didn’t have the energy to figure it out.

“he’s dead.” you spoke lightly but everyone heard you since the room was silent, james gasped as lily snapped her head up. “w-what?” james stepped forward bending down on the other side of the chair.

“how? who?” he questioned making lily slap his leg, “james.” she sneered as she looked back at your wound tearing your shirt more. “this will be easy to heal, let me get my wand.” she stood up running up the stairs, you looked at your dirty pants feeling everyone burning a hole through your head.

“i did. then i fled.” you said continuing to look at your leg, james brought his hand to your arm softly. you honestly were waiting for everyone to yell at you but no one spoke. you sat there waiting for lily until you heard her footsteps running down the stairs.

she kneeled down in front of you ripping the bottom half of your shirt, muttering out a spell making the wound close slowly. you winced as you watched it, she asked if you had anymore and you told her no so she stood up.

“james, take her to the bathroom. i put out some extra clothes you’ve left here.” lily brought her hand to your arm giving it a squeeze before stepping out of your way. james helped you up leading you up the stairs.

he opened the door for you, he was about to turn around and leave but you grabbed his wrist. he looked at you, “happy birthday, prongs.” smiling the best you could at your friend. he smiled brightly fixing his glasses.

“this is the best birthday present, well right behind lily being pregnant.” james spoke causing you to gasp, “oh my! what?” it didn’t seem possible but he smiled more at the happiness in your eyes. you threw your arms around him, he gladly hugged you back.

“congratulations, james.” you told him pulling back as you stepped into the bathroom more, “thank you.” he said as he walk backwards before you shut the door.

you turned the shower on, stripping your clothes off then stepping in the shower. the hot water felt good on your body, you watched the dirt and blood wash off your body on to the floor of the shower. you stayed in longer even after washing everything, you hadn’t had a proper shower in what felt like forever.

once you got out and changed, you sat down on the closed toilet debating on going down. you knew you had too but you also knew everyone would ask questions and you would have to answer.

deciding it would be best to get it over with tonight, you put your clothes in the hamper you made your way downstairs.

stopping at the bottom stairs to see james looking at you with a smile. he jerked his head for you to sit down causing everyone to turn to you. surprising you, they all smiled brightly at you as you sat between lily and james.

marlene being herself she immediately asked what happened, everyone yelled in her name causing you to laugh.

“it’s fine, you have a right to know.” so you did, you explained everything from start to finish not leaving anything out, you swear you saw tears coming out of sirius’ eyes but not saying anything.

“wow… we’re glad you’re okay.” lily spoke from beside you, giving her a small smile even though you felt like you were trapped in a small hole as you told them everything, you felt like you were re-living every moment.

“thank you. i’m going to step out for air.” smiling at everyone as you squeezed through everyone sitting on the floor. sirius watched you walk out the back door, remus caught him watching you debating something. “you should go.” he spoke softly, “you both need it.” sirius went back and forth in his head before standing up and walking out the back door.

he closed the door behind him catching your attention from the top step on james’ back porch, you turned your head to meet eye with sirius. he stopped for a second as you turned back around, “i’m not gonna bite.” you said shortly causing him to look down at his shoes, he sighed taking a few steps to sit beside you.

you two sat their in silence waiting for one to speak, you were glad to be back but sirius had said things that rang in your head as you were gone.

“i’m sorry, for everything. what i said, how i dealt with everything. i don’t even deserve your forgiveness.” his voiced cracked making him put his head in his hand, you turned to him with a questioning look.

“do you truly think… that he is disappointed in me?” your voice was hoarse but you were sure he could hear the cracks in your voice. he did, causing him to lift his head, both of your eyes were filled with tears in your eyes.

“no, not at all. he would be proud and you know it,” he chuckled shaking his head, “finishing what he started. you know he would he so fucking proud of you.” you smiled staring at the wooden steps as sirius spoke, “i’m proud of you. yeah, you bloody stupid to do that but you did it. you saved many lives without even knowing how many wizards and witches you saved.” tears fell at his words but his old words still rung in your head.

“yeah. y’know, reg would be proud of you too if you’d believe it. cussing me out and all.” you both laughed lightly, sirius sniffled causing you to look at him, he stared out in the yard but you still hugged him. he froze not expecting it but nonetheless he hugged back.

once you both pulled away, you continued to sit by each other staring out in the yard.

“i don’t think i’ll ever love again,” sirius snapped his head to look at you, “but i do wish to see you and remus walk down the aisle.” looking towards him with a smirk causing him to laugh before thinking of what you said before.

“you truly don’t think you’ll ever love someone else?” sirius questioned causing you to close your eyes tilting your head upwards and opening them to see the stars.

“no, i might but i don’t think so. regulus was my first love and it was a journey and my love will never go away,” you brought your head to look at sirius who had an unreadable look in his eyes. “we hav— had so many plans and i don’t think i could ever live through those plans with someone else. i’m happy to do it.” you spoke true words, you could possibly find someone you could love but you knew it would never work because regulus was who you wanted to live those dreams with.

sirius felt sadness run through his body at your words, he hadn’t felt so much sadness for someone. sirius also wasn’t the type to cry for someone like he had started to cry in the moment. you looked at him in shock as you watched the tears fall down his cheeks.

“sirius…” whispering out his name causing him to turn his head wiping his tears that wouldn’t stop falling.

“sirius.” you spoke his name more loudly but he did not respond, he turned around and wrapped his arms around you. not knowing what to say or do your arms wrapped around his as he started to sob. “i’m sorry, i just miss him— so much.” he spoke through his sobs making tears gather in your eyes, the amount of tears you’ve cried you knew your eyes would be dry tomorrow.

you held onto sirius as his sobs died down but you knew he needed this, and you did too. you truly did believe you would never love again but you knew all you needed was your family to be happy and grow families.

that was all you needed.

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lustsickforyou · 1 year

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EYES ON YOU ..

pairing: james potter x female reader

summary: james potter— if anything, was a flirt until the very end. so when he sees a very pretty girl in the library he couldn’t help himself but to go speak with her.

a/n: this idea popped into my head and i just had to write it, james potter is the cutest boy of them all.

JAMES POTTER was known for many things, but the one thing that surfed around the halls of the school was that he was a womanizer. constantly flirting with all the eligible girls around school, and most found it quite charming. he had this elegance about him when it came to talking with anyone. the way the words fell off tongue was mesmerizing, how he would playfully touch their arm just enough to grab their attention to the action but leaving them wanting more.

you however, felt much more opposite than the other girls around. perhaps that was something you and lily evans could relate to. you knew his tricks, the same moves he pulled on every girl. you watched it all before, and yet something bothered you that he never approached you. always left you watching from afar, wondering why he never tried at any attempt to get your attention. maybe that’s why you hated him and his flirting so much.

it was now your sixth year at hogwarts, classes were ever as busy and your work was piling up each day. it was hard not to fall behind, so often you found yourself in the library attempting to study. the sound of birds chirping outside the window, the sun shining through just as it reached the golden hour of the end of the day. you could hear book pages being flipped, small conversations softly spoken— and of course you could hear james potter enter the room.

he was quite popular, every single time he entered a room someone would say hello to him and strike up a conversation without fail. you attempted to mind your own business, flipping through the pages of your history of magic book. it was hard not to get bored with that class, you wondered how anyone would excel so easily.

james was on his way to meet up with his friends to study, when he walked passed you. everything seemed to go slowly for him in the instance of passing by. he looked over towards you as he made his way across the library. how your face was concentrated and your eyebrows permanently furrowed as you read the words in front of you. the way you glanced up at him, the sun hitting your face in that perfect honey lighting, but looked back towards your book without another thought.

james always saw these kinds of things like a challenge, could he get the girl who seemed so disinterested in him? and as he continued to walk forward and away from you, a thought crossed his mind. how had he never seen you before? he was going to continue forward but some switch flipped inside of him and he stopped in his tracks, turning on his heels with a knowing smirk on his face and heading right back in your direction.

you glanced up again when you heard him change paths, and immediately sighed, covering your face. you definitely did not have time for his shenanigans. not only were you busy trying to catch up in your class work, your hair was a mess and you felt a headache coming on from all the reading you had done.

“is this seat taken?” he asked suavely, and you mentally rolled your eyes. you looked up nervously, and tried to come up with an excuse. “well— i’m expecting somebody.” you landed on the answer rather quickly which made yourself quite proud.

james looked around the room, towards the entrance of the library with no sign of anyone coming. he may act stupid but he was quite intelligent. “right now?” he questioned and you stared at him with shock. “no— but any minute now.” you lied. “any minute?” he teased lightly and you wanted to grab your things and run out of there as quickly as possible. you decided to not respond, looking down at your book again and hoped he would walk away.

“what are you reading?” he asked. would he ever give up? “history of magic, while i’m waiting for him.” you added the last part so he would get the idea that his presence wasn’t wanted here. “well then— you probably won’t mind if i wait here with you.” he pulled out the chair to the left of the square table and sat down. you mentally cursed and leaned back into your own chair.

“are you new here?” he asked, which deep down stung because he hadn’t noticed you. probably not ever— and ever since you grew into your face this past summer and started to use light makeup to enhance your features you had started to get attention from boys. it was probably the only reason he noticed you, even though you had classes with him before.

“no, i’m not.” you shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ear and looked down at your book in attempt to forget the fact that you were sitting in the library with james potter, and how you felt slightly embarrassed because everyone around knew exactly what he was doing, therefor they noticed you. which meant a target was on your back from his little fan club of girls who thought they had a shot with the brunette boy.

“what’s your name?” he asked, and you gave in. finally setting your hands down on the table in front of you. “y/n y/l/n.” you replied simply and he had this look of shock on his face, repeating your name with a hint of surprise. “my goodness, i barely even recognized you.” he leaned back, taking you in.

“mm, so i’ve heard. from many people actually.” you stated matter of factly, because it was true. you returned to school looking more stunning than the year before that even your friends were shocked to see you. james cleared his throat, knowing he was already messing up his usual routine with every girl. for some reason with you it felt different. he had been taken by surprise, which set him off the rails completely.

“we had—” he thought for a moment trying to remember. “potions together.” he finished and you nodded slowly. “you were the awkward girl who sat in the back and rarely ever spoke.” he teased and you rolled your eyes at his comment. “that i was.” you sounded disinterested at this point. he was clawing at any attempt for you to swoon after him like everyone else did.

“i’m sorry i didn’t recognize you sooner.” he acknowledged the fact that he was acting like a complete asshole right now. “that’s alright.” you accepted his apology graciously, a smile crossing onto your features as you tried not to laugh at his poor attempt at trying to flirt with you. why had everyone talked big game with him when he acted like such a fool now in front of you?

it hadn’t even crossed your mind that he was nervous, that he was so enamored by your beauty that he was a loss for words. “so where is this mystery man of yours? i thought he was coming any minute now.” he spoke playfully and you smiled back. “he’s often late.” you continued to lie, because if you were being honest you didn’t want to seem like an idiot, you already felt like one.

“not a very good mystery man then, now is he?” he asked and you laughed lightly. “you have a beautiful laugh.” he complimented and you looked down again, feeling your face go hot at his comment. you wanted to slap yourself for ever feeling bashful over james’ words. not after you had seen him flirt with everyone under the sun, and secretly judging people for ever falling under his spell.

“thank you, james.” you spoke quietly. the two of you sat in silence for a moment, him staring at you with that knowing smirk on his face, and you looking down feeling his eyes on you. you decided it would be your turn to ask him questions.

“so— why did you choose to sit here with the girl waiting on somebody instead of with your friends.” you motioned over to the table across the room filled with his infamous group of friends who talked amongst themselves. they learned long ago that james did this kind of stuff, and chose not to pay too much attention to it. james shrugged, glancing at his friends and back towards you because he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you.

“i saw a pretty girl, i couldn’t help myself.” he answered honestly and you narrowed your eyes with a small smile on his face. “what?” he asked and you shook your head with another laugh, so infectious that it made him laugh as well— hesitantly but he still did. “nothing, nothing.” you giggled, covering your mouth in hopes he wouldn’t notice how funny you found this. “tell me what you find so amusing.” he practically begged and you calmed yourself down from the laughing fit.

“i don’t know— i just thought you were all heart eyes for lily evans and she just so happens to be sitting right next to your friends”. you pointed out and he quickly looked over to notice the red head who was speaking with remus. “and it’s terribly predictable of you, you call every girl in this school pretty.” you added and he shook his head, looking back towards you instead of the evans girl.

“i’m not heart eyes for the evans girl.” he swallowed and you shrugged with an upside down frown knowingly. “i’m not! she doesn’t even like me anyways.” he tried to save himself, but you found the whole situation amusing. “whatever helps you sleep at night, potter.” you joked and he rolled his eyes. “you’re horrible.” he teased with a smile and shook his head.

“so i’m pretty and horrible? how can those two things exist?” you asked with a smirk. “oh it does, it’s sitting right in front of me now.” he chuckled. you held up your hands as if presenting yourself in the flesh and he was the one that was now amused. once the laughter died down james let out a relieving sigh. “you really are something y/n y/l/n.” he gushed and you looked away for a moment to gather yourself.

“surprised you remembered my name this time.” you cooed. “i don’t think i can forget now.” he replied, staring down at you. you didn’t respond, only looking up at him.

“go on a date with me.” he blurted out suddenly and you leaned back with a surprised look on your face. “so soon, potter?” you asked and he shrugged innocently. “sorry, but i don’t think i want to go on a date with the infamous womanizer of hogwarts.” you declined and he grabbed his chest, acting as if he had just been shot. no one ever declined his request for such things. only one other red headed girl who seemed to be so far in his mind now. “only proving yourself to be more horrible, darling.” he called you by a nickname that fell so easily off his lips. “thank you.” you accepted even though a compliment was never there.

“come on, the date could be perfect. we could have a picnic on the grass hills behind the school.” he almost begged at this point and you looked up as if you were thinking about it. “and how many girls have you taken on this said perfect date?” you questioned. “not a single one, just you.” he replied. he was effortlessly perfect in every way, and yet you still pushed him away.

“alright, how many times have you asked lily evans on that same date?” you tried now and he went quiet. you had him all figured out, one of the only girls who didn’t see him through those rose colored glasses he so easily placed onto them. james cleared his throat, adjusting in his seat. you saw right through him, but it didn’t scare him off.

“james! are you done bothering that poor girl? we have defense against the dark arts homework to catch up on!” remus called from across the room and james stood from his seat, grabbing his bag and throwing it around his shoulder. “coming, coming!” he yelled back annoyed. “i better get going, leave you to wait for this boy.” he jabbed and you giggled.

“let me know if you ever work it out.” you said and he looked down confused. “what?” he inquired. “you flirting with other girls, and about that date. seems nice if you weren’t the way you were.” you explained. “so you’re saying i have a chance?” he asked and you sucked in a deep breath. “perhaps.” you landed on the answer and he nodded before walking off towards his friends.

“what’s got you so interested in y/n?” sirius poked fun at his friend and james sat down ignoring him. “honestly james, i wish you would just leave the all those girls alone.” peter added and james looked at him disappointed as he grabbed the books from his bag. they all dropped it, opening up their books and pulling out parchment paper. and instead of like usual, james didn’t swoon over lily. he looked back every so often towards you, where you were reading your book intently. and the final time he looked back you were gone.

he had a crush, a huge one. and for days after the interaction the only thing on his mind was you.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x female reader #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #james potter imagine #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james potter x fem!reader

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lustsickforyou · 1 year

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i was wondering if you are doing requests, if you could do first time with remus please 🤍

summary: it’s your first time, and you couldn’t ask for a better person to be doing it with.

pairing: remus lupin x female reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, this has graphic content. loss of virginity, p in v, fingering, remus being a soft dom.

a/n: sorry this took me so long to get around to, i hope you enjoy it :) not proofread it’s way too late lol

REMUS LUPIN was the perfect boyfriend. he was patient and understanding beyond belief, incredibly kind and intelligent. he was everything you wanted and more. so when you expressed to him that you were a virgin, and that you were waiting for the right moment, he was more understanding than you could have ever imagined. that sort of comfort tucked deep within knowing that he wasn’t some douchebag who would leave you because you wanted to wait.

and that’s exactly what you did. every time it came down to the moment— whether it was with remus or someone else— you grew to nervous about the whole situation. your head was clouded with intrusive thoughts crawling their way into your mind. would it hurt? what if you looked weird? felt weird?

but today was different. it was ideal— completely faultless. you and remus decided to stay back in school for the fall break. the rest of the boys had either gone home or on some trip with their family, so it left the two of you alone. not that you minded. you spent the morning cuddling in bed, and the day in the library trading book recommendations back and forth. and when the world went quiet late at night, the two of you silently sat in the gryffindor common room and listened to the fire crack.

you just looked at him, the way his brown eyes looked down at the book in his lap, the comfort of your socked feet just under the book and resting on him. how his sweater he lended to you was too big around your body but keeping you warm with the scent of him heavy in your nose. how the fire illuminated his face as he concentrated at the words he read.

you leaned up from your previous laying position, your face now only inches from his. your hand reached over to grab his chin and draw his attention away from the book and onto you. you planted a soft kiss on his lips, which he happily returned the favor. and as one thing led to the next, he dragged you up the stairs and towards his dorm, stopping every so often to kiss you hotly.

he opened the door and you both practically jumped to the bed, remus crawling over you and planting another kiss on your lips. your heart was pounding, and again those old thoughts that popped in your head before returned to your mind now. but the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and the way he held you. quickly those intrusive words, loud, insistent, unwelcome, were shoved away.

you pulled the sweater over your head to leave you in nothing but your bra and sweatpants, remus leaned down and planted a kiss on your neck. nipping at the skin that would likely leave a bruise in the coming morning. you giggled at the feeling, your hands reaching up to tangle in his dusty blonde hair and he pulled away to look at you again and out of breath.

“remus..” you whispered and he looked at you with that addictive look. “yes, darling?” he asked. you took a moment to think— really think about what you were about to say. “i’m ready.” you finally blurted out and remus leaned up fully now. “what? are you sure? because we don’t have to—” he started and you shook your head.

“i’m ready.” you repeated but this time much more firm than before. this mischievous smirk fell on his face. he planted another kiss on your lips before reaching up and pulling his tee off of his body, and his pants and boxers along with them. your eyes widened as you looked at his half hard cock, wondering if he would ever fit inside you.

remus must’ve noticed this reaction because he let out a laugh, “don’t worry my love, i’ll take good care of you.” he whispered, trailing kissed from your chest and down your stomach. he made eye contact with you as he slid off your sweatpants, then each sock carefully and threw the items of clothing onto the floor. he propped up your left leg, kissing the inside of your though gently.

you let out a soft sigh as he did so, and without notice he had slipped off your underwear. remus’ kisses were getting closer and closer to your already sopping cunt which dragged a smirk onto his lips. “already so wet for me.” he sighed, his skilled digits reaching up to rub slow circles onto your clot with ripped out moans from you.

he placed his pointer finger deep inside of you, pumping it in and out slowly and after a few seconds he inserted his middle finger. you moaned, leaning your head back as the heat rose to your face. “please remus— i need you.” you begged and he shook his head. “patience darling.” he teased and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “i’m getting you ready for me.” he explained, and then his fingers started to move quicker inside of you.

remus held onto your thigh as he did so, his fingers digging into you skin. your hands gripping the sheets tightly, and you were nearing your orgasm before he slipped his fingers out. remus pumped his cock a few times before crawling over you again. he lined himself up to your entrance and looked at you again. “are you sure?” he asked, just to make sure. you desperately nodded. “i need to hear you.” remus demanded. “yes remus— i’m sure.” you sighed and with that he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

the two of you gasped out in sink, both your mouths falling open as he hovered over you. he stood still for a few moments so you could adjust to his side. the stinging and burning sensation almost being too much. “it’s okay, the pain will go away soon.” he reassured and you nodded slowly, screwing your eyes shut. “we can stop whenever you want.” he reassured. “okay.” you breathed out slowly, “i think i’m okay now.” you finally said and with that he slowly started to push in and out of you.

a loud moan escaped your lips. “fuck—“ remus said breathlessly. “you’re so tight, baby.” he gasped, picking up in speed. you held onto his biceps, his arms propped on either side of your head as he looked down to see his cock coming in and out of you, coated in your juices. “you’re doing so good for me.” he praised which ripped another moan from you. the pain was fully gone now, and only replaced with pleasure.

remus picked up in speed, nearing his end. he reached down and started to rub your clit again, and the pleasure started to cloud your eyes. “oh god— i’m so close.” you gasped out, pushing your hips up to meet his with each thrust. “i love you so much.” he cried out, going at an impossible speed now. “just like that— yes—” you moaned, you coil in your stomach close to snapping. “i’m gonna cum!” you cried out and his thrusts became sloppy, and with that the band snapped and you let out a loud moan.

remus only fucked your harder, and suddenly you could feel his cock twitch inside of you, the dirty blonde letting out a moan and and slid his cock out to rest on your stomach, pulsating and leaking the rest of his cum onto it. you both breathed heavily, remus falling to your side as you both tried to catch your breath.

you turned over to him, leaning on your side with a smile on your face as he looked up at the ceiling. “that was perfect.” you whispered and he turned his head to face you. “i’m addicted to you.” he replied, because unbeknownst to you, you had just awoken something in him. you were his now, forever and always his. “come on, let’s get you all cleaned up.”

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin smut #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin dialogue #marauders #marauders x you #marauders x reader #marauders x fem!reader #marauders smut

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lustsickforyou · 1 year

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i am taking requests !!

i write for regulus black, sirius black remus lupin, and james potter. i can write smut (as long as requester is over eighteen), fluff, angst and more.

go ahead and send an ask or comment on this post with your request.

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lustsickforyou · 1 year

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HOUSE OF LIES .. and pride and bone.

summary: regulus black starts to learn that the dark lord and his family have been lying to him all this time, and you’re the one who makes him realize.

pairing: regulus black x female reader

warnings: mentions of parental abuse, pain from getting dark mark, being lied to, let me know if there’s anything i’m missing.

REGULUS BLACK was born into a house of lies, filled with pride and bone. from a young age he had been convinced that he was born with pure blood, and that it was a privilege. but as time went on regulus began to grow more withdrawn from it all. the day sirius left— the one person he felt had his back through it all, was the day he decided he would shove all those feelings away. if the order was so good, than why would his own brother leave him? regulus’ family were all safer if he had just kept to the old pureblood line. so he may be seen as cruel and untrustworthy, but all he was trying to do what protect sirius.

it was his seventh year at hogwarts, the summer before he received his dark mark. dark and ever insistent on his forearm to constantly remind him who he served. when regulus wasn’t wearing his house robes and school uniform he stayed in a sweater, which was much easier now that the weather started to turn cold under the autumn weather. he spent most of his days alone, the friends around him grew to be insufferable. constantly filled with pride of the horrible things they had done. there was nothing to be prideful about, regulus would think.

he started to see a particular pureblood witch around school, you. you were from a family just like his, but nonetheless you never let their cruel words get to you. you remained graceful and kind to everyone around you. something your parents would surely not approve of, but who was he to snitch on you?

the years before you were almost unnoticeable, keeping to yourself just as he was now. but with your parents constantly on your back you were practically forced to be around the boys who liked to torture people for simply existing just for fun. you were the voice of reason in the friend group, telling them off every time they went too far when bullying somebody. it didn’t help that you were beautiful, how you entered your seventh year at your full potential. grown into a lovely young woman that every boy noticed when they passed you in the halls.

it wasn’t like regulus cared— because he didn’t. but this jealousy would consume him every time some boy would look at you for too long. how you would speak sweet nothings to them, flirt with them. flash that beautiful smile of yours and touch their arm. he couldn’t help but wish it was him in their place instead of them. regulus didn’t know very much about you, you were a very private person, just like your family. always keeping secrets and never spilling anything bad that may happen behind closed doors. many would think you were loved, but regulus knew a family like that who had a girl like you was a recipe for trouble.

he knew it when he saw you come back from fall break with a bruise on your cheek and much more quiet than usual, how you blamed it on running into a door. most believed you, but regulus knew those tricks. he had used them before too.

regulus had never seen you break though, you wouldn’t allow it. if someone saw you break they would think you were weak, and as a girl who was constantly belittled by her own family for not being born a boy, that you couldn’t carry on the family name— you had to work twice as hard to prove your worth and capabilities. that was not about to be diminished. you couldn’t be seen as weak.

and just as soon as he started to think you were unbreakable, a force to be reckoned with— you snapped in the slytherin common room when evan rosier went on and on about the importance of blood purity. “merlin— evan.” you sighed, rubbing your face in annoyance. evan looked over at you with a confused look. “what?” he questioned. “you try so hard to prove yourself all of the time.” you explained, your hand dropping to your lap.

“i’m not trying to prove myself.” evan scoffed, trying to protect his toxic traits. you laughed, because his insecurities shined through effortlessly. “what are you laughing about?” evan asked, standing up angrily. you shook your head and held up your hand, trying to conceal the smile on your face. “nothing, nothing.” you let another laugh slip from your mouth.

“you’re unbelievable, y/n.” evan shook his head, and sat back down. “go take a walk or something.” evan shooed you off and you raised your eyebrows with a smirk on your face, standing up. “fine, i didn’t want to be here anyways.” you said truthfully, and made your way to the hallway. as regulus watched you leave he couldn’t help but get up and go after you, the rest of the boys teasing him as he did so. he shot evan a glare as he left which caused him to go quiet. none of them ever messed with regulus, he was the strongest one out of them all. it would be foolish to do so.

as he made his way down the hall to catch up with you, the sun setting through the windows to cast a golden hue onto the pair, he stopped when he caught up to you. “are you chasing after me, black?” you asked in a teasing tone which earned a rare laugh from him. “just wanted to make sure you’re okay, that was a little out of character of you.” regulus pointed out and you nodded, folding your arms. “it’s not.” you whispered as the both of you continued to walk and headed out into the courtyard, the cold air hitting both of your faces.

“it’s not?” regulus inquired curiously. “those boys have annoyed me since we were kids, especially evan. i’ve just always held it in.” you explained and he nodded. “those boys.” regulus repeated. “does that include me?” he asked and you shook your head. “i feel as though you’re much more humble when it comes down to the terrible things you’ve done.” the words pulled at his heart strings a bit. the terrible things he has done. and although it was the truth, it hurt hearing it from someone else.

“well, you have no room to speak.” he defended and you stopped in your tracks, turning to face him so he would stop walking too. you weren’t in the mood to have someone pick at your faults. “why did you chase after me?” you asked forwardly. “because if you’re here to play hero, i don’t want to hear any of it.” you shook your head.

“i’m not here to play hero.” he confirmed and you stared at him for a moment. your eyes flicking back and forth between both eyes. “do you feel like a hero, then?” you asked, trying to figure him out. “in what regard?” he asked. “in any regard.” you shrugged, then motioned down to his forearm. he looked down at it for a moment and then back up to you. regulus thought for a moment, “i’ve done what my brother never could.” he explained. you didn’t say anything.

“what?” he asked, trying to get more from you. you never revealed your feelings like you were now, it was a rare moment he was grasping at. “how did you join him so easily?” you asked, and he stared. no answer. “did you think you were doing the right thing, truly?” you continued, and again he didn’t respond.

doing the right thing? it was a loaded question, because deep down he knew it wasn’t right. but that fear of losing those close to him was installed within him. he joined because he had to. you scoffed, turning to walk away. “that’s what i thought.” you said, continuing towards the rolling hills behind the school. regulus stood in place for a moment, dumbfounded before going after you again.

“stop chasing me regulus.” you were kind with your words but your tone was form. “and you think you’re so amazing? you haven’t done the best of things either!” regulus picked right up where you left off. you turned on your heels. “so you admit it, what you’re doing is wrong.” you caught him and he furrowed his eyebrows in disgust. “you’re insufferable.” he mumbled.

“don’t lie, you know you like me.” you teased with a smile on your face and he shook his head. “i don’t like you.” he defended. “says the one who went chasing after me, twice.” you reminded him. regulus didn’t speak, he had never seen you like this. not ever, and maybe it was because of the comfort of no one being around, or maybe it was just him.

it was true, he did like you. but the way you spoke to him, the way you prodded at his insides like it was so easy, it unsettled him in a way he had never felt before. you made him question the good and the bad. you made him question his entire existence, the dark mark on his arm. how he hated his brother for two years.

“the dark lord is true, you should believe that.” he explained, because he knew it was dangerous to think otherwise and he could tell you were leaning away from it all. “he is not true, you of all people should know that.” you motioned towards him. “why should i think such a thing?” he questioned.

“do you not know?” you asked, your eyebrows pressing together to form a thin line in between them. “what are you talking about?” he asked, stepping forward. “about sirius.” you explained further in hopes he would know what you’re talking about. he didn’t.

“your brother didn’t choose to leave, he was forced to.” you explained to him, and he tilted his head as if he was asking for more information from you. “he chose the good side, they wanted to punish him for that. it was your parents who went to the dark lord for help.” you continued. regulus froze, unsure if he should even believe you.

“you’re not a stupid person, regulus black. i would have assumed you knew this by now.” you folded your arms. “they pushed him out, otherwise sirius would’ve never left you alone in that house.” you continued. “how would you know this?” he asked. “because i know your brother, i talked to him quite often actually. he cared about you a lot.” you explained and tears threatened to spill from his eyes. “my brother didn’t care about me.” regulus shook his head.

“you would be a fool to believe your brother didn’t love you.” you made him realize, and he grew quiet. “look at you regulus, you have spent the last two years trying to prove that you are not your brother. you received the dark mark, you have done everything your parents and the dark lord have asked you to. if you were to ask me i would say that is you pushing sirius away because you loved him and he loved you.” you explained your thoughts.

“why should you question my intent?” he asks, motioning towards you. “to me you seem like a double dealing witch.” he spat and you scoffed. “you say witch like it’s a bad thing.” you unfolded your arms. “so why did you join the death eaters then?” you asked and regulus didn’t respond. “no answer— of course. right now all i see is a young boy who’s heart has been shattered over and over again, so vain and foolish, and so easily riled.”

regulus was quiet, she was right. everything he did was to protect sirius, and now it was all falling into place. he wasn’t protecting sirius, he wasn’t helping anyone. he wasn’t a hero.

“i have to go.” he whispered.

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lustsickforyou · 1 year

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James: (extremely sarcastic) Oh, I’m sorry! I was slightly drugged and kidnapped at the time.

Regulus: (under his breath) Unbelievable.

James: Also in case you forgot I’m a normal guy! Why didn’t you just ask me what the torturer was torturing me about??

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lustsickforyou · 1 year

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the two times you called each other for help

pairing: regulus black x fem!reader

summary: you and regulus have had a rocky past, something that connects the two of you in a way you could never expect.

warnings: parental abuse, blood, fights, crying, lots of angst

a/n: came up with this idea from a pinterest photo i saw, it’s also raining and thundering outside and was in the mood to write :) reader is pureblood and slytherin because what else would i write lmaooo

You and Regulus had a rocky past, but you had never known how much you could really relate to each other. You had both come from pureblood families, and the struggles that came with it were intense. The expectations both your parents had put on you were unreal.

At first you had talked to him in small passing moments, like getting sat next to each other in Defense Against the Dark Arts, or seeing one another in the hallway. Those little moments turned into conversations which led into friendships, and perhaps something more lied beneath that, you at least would like to think so. The way he listened when you would tell stories from when you were a child, and the way his pale fingers would rub your arm to comfort you.

He would talk about the priorities his parents had for him and their own life. That sometimes he felt as though they cared more about their reputation than their own sons. But you had never seen it so worse than you and Regulus’ fifth year. The summer prior his brother had left him all alone in the cold and empty feeling family home— well he called it a house. It never felt like a home to him. He showed up at your doorstep in the pouring rain, and you snuck him inside passed your parents and the house elves. He broke down crying, something you hadn’t ever saw him do. After that he was like a shell of a person, and the two of you rarely talked after that. Perhaps it was because he was scared that someone had seen him so vulnerable, he didn’t want that to happen again.

You missed him, but you didn’t push. He had made up his mind on his own to separate himself from you, and you tried your hardest to let him go. In fact you had started dating a boy who was a grade higher than you, someone your parents would approve of, of course— but it was nothing like what you had with Regulus. You found this new boy sort of boring compared to the dark haired boy with a permanent scowl on his face.

You walked into the Slytherin common room on your own, your friends off hanging out with each other on their free day. You decided to take this time to study, catch up on some work you had yet to complete. But just as you were about to pass the couches that sat by the fireplace, you looked up to see a dark figure sitting on one of the velvet green couches. You stepped closer to reveal Regulus, who had blood dripping from his mouth.

“Merlin, what happened—” you said aloud, which caused him to look up in a fright, only to sigh in relief when he realized who it was. Regulus only shook his head in response, and leaned back into the cushions with a groan. “Leave me alone.” he stated and you stood there in shock, he was pushing you away still. After a whole year and he was still acting like a child. “Right, well I’m not leaving.” you rolled your eyes, sitting next to him.

“Please?” he asked, leaning up and looking at you. “Since when has a please ever stopped me from doing something?” you teased which earned a small laugh from the boy, something so rare and yet so captivating. You stared for a moment, eyes looking into one another. The tension between you two could have been cut with a knife. “What happened?” you repeated your question now, much clearer but with a soft voice.

“Evan was talking bad about Sirius.” he shrugged, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I punched him, and he punched me back. Landed me a cut right on my lower lip.” he reached up and pointed to it. You winced at just the sight of it, then grabbed the wet rag he had been attempting to clean himself up with. “Good to know you’re still defending your brother.” you said, gently wiping away the blood that spilled onto his chin. Regulus didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“You know— because it seemed as though you hate him now.” you pointed out and he shook his head. “I could never hate him.” he replied quietly and you continued to wipe the blood. “Does the same go for me?” you asked before you could even think about it. Regulus grabbed your wrist to stop you from your actions. You looked down at his hand and back up at him.

“I could never hate you.” he repeated, but replaced the last word. You nodded, his hand relaxing on your wrist but never leaving it. “Really? Because it seems as though you do.” you continued. “Never.” he confirmed and you smiled.

You had gotten in a fight with your parents, at this point you weren’t even sure what it was about anymore. They had always seemed to be angry about something you had done, and the second you talked back to your father he hit you across the face. You fell sideways, catching yourself halfway through the fall and your hand immediately reached up to hold your nose, the pain stinging and drawing tears from your eyes. When you pulled away you saw the blood on your hand. Your father tried to apologize, but you had walked away much to quickly to not even hear a single word that fell from his mouth.

You didn’t have anyone to call, not anymore. You and your boyfriend had broken up months ago, and the thought of burdening your friends with knowing what was going on at home made you feel sick. Then the thought popped into your head, the only person who ever truly knew you. Regulus.

He had shown up to your manor in the hills within seconds, waiting outside as he knocked on the door. Your mother was the one to open it, shocked to see who was standing there. He was unsure what to say, unknowing if she would be angry at his presence knowing if he knew what her husband had did to their daughter. They were a secretive family. He came up with a lie quickly.

“I left my sweater at school and Y/N picked it up for me, I’m here to get it.” he spoke quickly without her even having to ask. “She’s not taking visitors right now.” your mother said sharply and went to close the door but Regulus held it open with a strong hand. “I know what happened.” he stared firmly and she stared at him with shock, almost offended by the fact he was forcing his way in.

“I won’t tell a soul, but if you don’t let me in right now trust me— all of the sacred twenty eight will know what you did to your daughter.” he threatened and she scoffed. “As if any of them would care.” she laughed, mostly because she didn’t believe him. “You don’t think so?” he asked in a condescending tone. “The Y/L/N family— not so perfect as they hold themselves up to be.” he was completely serious. Your mother stood for a moment before stepping out of the way.

Regulus practically ran to your room, opening up the door to see the crimson liquid run down from your nose and onto your neck and hair. You looked up at him with a tear stained face. “I didn’t know who else to call, I didn’t mean to bother you.” you immediately apologized which broke his heart. Regulus moved to sit down next to you, tucking your hair away from your face to behind your ear, but his hand lingered. It stayed on the back of your neck. He used his free hand to grab your chin and study your face. He had seen cuts and bruises, him and Sirius had grown accustomed to it.

“Are you okay?” he asked and you nodded lightly, blinking your eyes and the wetness that had gathered on your eyelashes formed another tear that fell to your cheek. “Has he done this before?” Regulus questioned and you sucked in a deep shaking breath before nodding again.

Neither of you really had any choices, you were stuck with the family you had. The pureblood ran thick through your veins just as much as it did him, and along with that came being forced to join the Death Eaters. If you left, you would be hunted down for the rest of your life until you were killed.

“I’m sorry.” Regulus whispered. You nodded slowly, unsure what to say next. “How did you get inside?” you asked. “Your mother— it doesn’t take much to blackmail her.” he joked because that’s how he knew you coped, and of course it earned a laugh from you. “No it doesn’t.” you agreed, wiping the tears from your face and looking up at the ceiling. Regulus grabbed the wet towel from your hand, just as you did all that time ago, and started to wipe away at the blood.

“You should probably get some rest.” he decided when he was done, setting the now stained red towel on your nightstand and stood up to leave, he didn’t want to overstay his welcome.

“Will you stay?” you asked and it caused him to turn back, and he slowly nodded. Once you laid down facing away he crawled into your bed and under the covers just as you did. He molded his body against yours, a reassuring hand on your upper arm, and his thumb rubbed up and down softly. The two of you fell asleep holding each other, and Regulus couldn’t help but think how in a way, you two had saved each other.

#regulus black #regulus black angst #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x fem!reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black headcanons #regulus black and sirius black #regulus black fluff

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lustsickforyou · 1 year

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masterlist.

when i’m pure

like a dove ..

and i’ve learned

how to love ..

REGULUS BLACK —

what side are you on? , two

the two times you called each other for help

house of lies

SIRIUS BLACK —

nothing yet ..

JAMES POTTER —

eyes on you

REMUS LUPIN —

first time

request are open for regulus, sirius, remus and james !!

#regulus black #regulus black angst #james potter x reader #marauders #regulus black x reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x you #sirius black angst #sirius black x reader

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lustsickforyou · 1 year

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what side are you on? part two

pairings: regulus black x reader (enemies to lovers) sirius black x reader (romantic, to platonic)

summary: you are finally able to use your powers for good, but what happens when you get called home early and are delivered the worst news of your life?

warnings: abusive parents, torturing, arranged marriage, avada kedavra, death, anger, kidnapping, angst

a/n: i have decided to change the readers year from seventh down to sixth just because it works better for the storyline. another mention that the powers are based off of shadow and bone. NOT PROOFREAD!!

part one , part two

The entire plan was laid out for you, the four marauders would somehow capture the man and you would use your powers to reveal all of his secrets. It seemed easy enough. You hadn’t talked to any of them since, you wanted to keep a low profile as to not raise any suspicion on yourself or them.

It was the day school was let out for fall break, you had a plan for that as well. You and the boys would be taking a trip to london, but of course you couldn’t say you were going with them. You wrote to your parents to let them know you would be staying back at Hogwarts to catch up in school and study ahead for your classes. You told the pureblood boys from Slytherin that you would be going home, as some of them would be staying back in school.

What you didn’t expect was for none other than Evan Rosier to question you. You had packed your bags quickly and started heading down the hallway to catch the train with the marauders, but you felt a grasp on your arm that whipped you around. You looked down at the hand in confusion, your eyes following up the arm and to the face of the familiar blonde haired boy. “You’re going home?” he asked and you stared for a moment before nodding. He never spoke to you before, in fact you knew he was scared of you and your abilities. So why was he talking to you now?

“I was under the impression you were staying here.” he spoke with no emotion in his voice and you swallowed thickly, thanking whatever higher power that was out there that he too couldn’t hear your heart beat. While his was rather calm, yours was beating so hard you thought you might break down. “I’m not, i changed my mind last minute.” you lied, hoping he wouldn’t notice your nervous demeanor.

“But— you never go home.” he was definitely suspicious, and you took a deep breath. It was true, you didn’t unless you were forced to. Going back home was the most horrible thing you had to do time and time again. You had to turn this around on him, make him uncomfortable with the conversation all together so he could forget about it completely. “Why do you care?” you asked, your voice much more calmer than anything else within yourself. Your eyebrows were knitted as you looked at him.

“What?” he asked, equally confused. “Why do you care?” you repeated, stepping back from his grip. “You’ve never cared before, in fact you’re quite scared of me.” you pointed out and his face dropped to realization, knowing what you meant by that. “So why do you care now as to what i’m doing? Why are you talking to me?” you asked and he didn’t respond. “Right.” you scoffed, turning around and walking away. “Y/N, wait—” he called after you but you didn’t turn around. You hoped he wouldn’t think on it too much, or worse— write to your mother back at home.

It didn’t take you long to reach the train, searching for compartment number three. You looked down the walkway of the train to make sure nobody was watching you, but of course there was one person. Regulus Black. He was heading into compartment eight, quite aways from yourself, but just before he walked in her made eye contact with you. As much as Sirius had talked to you growing up, Regulus had never made the effort to do the same. You had a sense that he was scared of you just like everyone else was, I mean— he wouldn’t even look at you. So now as his dark eyes drifted up to look into your own, you felt a shiver run down your spine. Just before you could do anything, he disappeared into his own compartment. You took a deep breath before knocking on the door three times, just as the boys had told you.

The door slid open to reveal Sirius, who looked both ways before pulling you inside. You gasped out in shock and the door was closed behind you quickly. “Did anyone see you?” he asked. You thought about Regulus, surely he hadn’t noticed you well enough to do anything about it. “No, there wasn’t anyone in the hallway.” you finally settled on an answer and he nodded. “Alright, we’re going to get off the train in London. You’re going to wait back in the motel while the four of us—” he started but you rolled your eye. “Yeah, yeah. While the four of you do your heroes act to capture the bad guy. Then I’m going to work my magic because all of you were too stupid to come up with an easier idea.” you jabbed and Remus scoffed, only to earn a punch to the arm from James. Remus furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed the now sore area on his arm. “You are insufferable.” Sirius sighed and you smirked.

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You had been waiting in the motel room for hours now, constantly checking the old clock that hung on the wall. Something bad must’ve happened surely, why else would they be taking so long. As time went on you paced around the room. They hadn’t even told you where they were going, what if they had been caught by the man, or worse— ambushed by a group of death eaters. You nervously chewed on your nails and suddenly the door busted open. You looked over to see them all beat up, whilst holding the man they captured who looked worse off than them. “What the hell?” you asked, studying the man’s face before looking up at Sirius. “I thought your plan was to not hurt him?” you asked and as if on cue the older man ground, practically hanging by Sirius and James’ arm. “Yeah well— he was a lot stronger than we expected. And someone couldn’t get the potion right that was supposed to knock him out.” Sirius looked over at Peter. “Okay, if you guys would’ve given me more time I could’ve done it!” he defended and you sighed.

“Okay, just put him in the chair.” you instructed and they did as they were told. The four boys stepped back along with you as you stared at him nervously. “Are you going to do it or what?” Sirius asked impatiently and you glared at him before walking up to the man. You had done this hundreds of times for Tom, so why were you so nervous now? Maybe it was a multitude of things, like the fact that you could get caught and there was a high possibility you would get killed for ever going against Tom Riddle. You took a deep breath in, and kneeled before him. The back of your hand trailed down the side of his nervous and beaten face. “You’re safe now.” you spoke softly, seductively. You could hear his heart beat racing. What had they done to this poor man? Every time you had seen him around Tom Riddle he was confident and cocky, always a calm heart rate.

You looked down at his hand, placing his palm to face up. Your soft hand trailed down his rather rough one, the ruby ring on your middle finger glistening through the dim light of the motel room. When your fingertips reached his palm his heart slowed immensely. You looked up at him again. “Now you can just speak.” you said slowly. He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes. “And I will just listen.” you nodded. “Alright..” he complied. “Tell me what Tom Riddle is planning.” your voice was mesmerizing.

“You won’t believe me but—” he replied with a tired voice. “He is planning on attacking Hogwarts.” he breathed out as if he had been holding it in for so long. You remained calm, but Remus sucked in a shocked breath. Sirius was now angry, stepping forward to kneel beside you, you remained focus on keeping the man calm. “Who is helping him?” Sirius asked. The man breathed out a shaky breath. “If I tell you— you’ll set me free?” he asked. “You have my word.” Sirius smiled. James looked up at him with a confused face. “Sirius—” he tried to intervene but Sirius held up a finger for him to be quiet. “I’ll set you free.” he nodded with a reassuring smile. “You’re in London now, you can go anywhere in the world from here.” his words were very convincing.

The man looked over at you and you nodded, although a part of you was unsure with his words. You had known him long enough to know when he was lying, and this seemed like one of those times. The man looked back at Sirius. “Just imagine.” Sirius whispered. The man spaced off, looking up at the ceiling. “Come on.” Sirius smiled. “His name is—” he paused nervously. Your fingers slipped deeper into his wrist to coax the words out of him. “Regulus Black.” he answered clearly and Sirius’ heart dropped along with your own. You had seen him earlier that morning, you would have never guessed he was planning to attack the very school he went to.

James, Remus and Peter’s eyes drifted towards Sirius with worrying looks. “Regulus Black? Are you sure?” Sirius asked and the man nodded tiredly. “Good job.” Sirius said, standing up. You looked up at him with a concerned look. You continued to sooty the man as Sirius stood up to speak with the boys. The man looked at you with such content as you smiled at him. You didn’t want to know what they were talking about. You were worried about what they were going to do. You heard Sirius mumble a ‘perfect’ and the man looked up. “You’ll set me free now?” he asked.

“Of course.” Sirius nodded and pulled out his wand, casting the unforgiving curse and he fell back in his chair and to the ground, going limp. You screamed, jumping back. Everyone went silent, staring in shock as your chest heaved up and down. Sirius had not a single bad bone in him, but tonight you had saw a side of him you had never seen before. There were a million thoughts running through his head, one mainly being that he had to stop Tom Riddle at any cost, and now he felt the same about his own brother. Dumbledore would surely not approve of this.

“Sirius— what the hell.” James was the first to speak up, Remus walking over to you and helping you on your feet. “The whole reason we came up with this plan of Y/N helping us was because we didn’t want to kill him.” James confronted him. Sirius stared at him for a moment. “Now Tom Riddle’s most trusted henchman is dead, where is the first place he is going to look? Hm?” James questioned with raised eyebrows, getting close to him as anger dripped from his words.

“I need some air.” you managed to stutter out, walking passed the boys and practically running outside. It was pouring rain as you walked into the street, your chest heaving up and down with fear. The whole reason you wanted to help them was because you didn’t want to hurt anyone. Even if you didn’t cast the curse, you were just as much responsible for that man’s death as much as Sirius was. You helped him coax the words from him, and a part of you was starting to regret ever listening to James in the library in the first place. You shoved those ideas down, trying to remember what you were trying to accomplish here, and before you could go inside you spotted a dark clothed figure in the street.

You looked over at them with a concerned look, and as you started to walk back to the hotel the dark figure followed you. They wrapped their arms around you as you screamed out, putting their hand over your mouth to conceal the alerting noises. Suddenly you apparated away, and before you could even realize where you had ended up, you knew exactly what had happened. “Stop screaming.” the angry voice commanded, who you recognized as Evan Rosier. You stopped screaming and struggling, looking around to recognize that you were in Tom Riddle’s manor. Evan dragged you into the receiving room, which was a long corridor with a throne at the end, very on brand for a man like him. You had been here hundreds of times, but you knew this time would be much different.

Your eyes trailed over to see Regulus Black and many other members standing off to the side of Tom who sat comfortably in his grand throne. Evan shoved you forward, causing you to fall on your hands and knees in front of him with a cry. Tom stared for a moment with anger in his eyes, standing up and kneeling down in front of you. He grabbed your face harshly with his hand to make you look up at him, a cry escaping your lips as he did so. He shook his head, pursing his lips as he thought. “Who knew you would betray me.” he said sarcastically. “When I received word from Evan Rosier about your lies, I just knew something must be up with you. But for you to go behind my back to help—” he swallowed back a disgusted look. “Them? Now that is crossing the line.” Tom let go of your face with a shove as a sob wracked through you. You were soaked from the rain now. “You’re too valuable to kill, those boys on the other hand?” Tom asked and you stared up at him with saddened eyes.

“I was thinking while Evan Rosier was out to fetch you— what can I do to get you to stay on my side?” he asked, pacing back and forth. “At first it was your mother, all those years ago. Begging for me to use you and traded you off to be married to a respectable man.” Tom recalled. “And we all knew how that worked out.” he laughed and the rest of the people in the room laughed with him. You couldn’t tell if they were pity laughs because they were scared of him, or if they found you genuinely pathetic. Nonetheless, there were too many people there for you to use your powers to get out of this situation. It would kill you, and at this very moment you considered it.

“But then I remembered something.” Tom continued in his thought process. “There is another boy that might just do the trick.” he smiled, and looked over at the group. Evan, Regulus and Barty Crouch Jr. all stood in a line like soldiers. “Regulus, my boy— step forward.” Tom waved him over and he looked at him confused before doing as he was told. “My most loyal follower who is just as young as you.” he smiled. “You two will be married in a weeks time. Maybe this time you’ll consider staying.” Tom was pleased with his decision.

“Sir—” Regulus went to speak up but Tom held up his hand as if to shut him up. “Go to hell.” you spat, and Tom looked down at you with hurt eyes. “Fine, I will give you some time to come to your senses.” Tom decided, and two men came up from beside you, grabbing you on each side and dragging you away as you screamed and kicked to break free from their grasp. They had managed to get you all the way to the cellar, chaining your hands apart and above your head so you were unable to use your powers. “Please.” you begged them through tears, two boys you had grown up with. “You know me, don’t do this to me!” you pleaded but they didn’t listen. They left you there, alone in the cold and soaking wet from the rain.

Meanwhile back in the receiving room many argued, including Walburga Black. “This girl is a traitor, I will not have my son marry her.” she stood her ground and Tom stared at her with an annoyed expression. “Yet you were willing to do the same for your other son?” he asked. Walburga scoffed, shaking her head. “They’re both traitors, they would’ve been better off together and away. Not here with us, why don’t you just get rid of her?” she asked. Tom stared for a moment, as if he was asserting his dominance. “Can you control one’s heart?” he asked, and the women fell silent. “Can you make the blood of anyone you desire boil?” he questioned. She didn’t respond.

“Y/N is a weak girl, and with time I believe she will come to her senses again. Regulus can help her do just that, set an example. Besides, I must punish your family for what Sirius did. Leaving this place, betraying us and killing my right hand man?” he asked and Walburga furrowed her eyebrows. Her Sirius had killed someone? “Regulus is a fine boy, and it is clearly not your choice who he marries.” Tom said. Your mother stepped forward. “He is right, Walburga. My daughter will be a perfect wife.” she defended.

“Of course you think that, your family line ended when you couldn’t manage to have a boy. You’re trying to save your own dignity.” Walburga jabbed and your mother didn’t say a word. “Enough, both of you.” Tom ordered and they both stepped back. “What do you say, Regulus?” he asked. Regulus stood quietly for a moment. “I would do anything you told me to, sir.” he agreed and Tom clapped excitedly. “Wonderful.” he was pleased. “Now my boy, did you ever dispose of that assassin those boys had sent on you?”

During the summer Regulus had been attacked by some wizard he had never seen before. Tom had said it was an assassin sent by his own brother, knowing Sirius would stop at nothing to take his brother down with him. It was the whole reason Regulus was okay with taking down Hogwarts by Tom Riddle’s side. “I did.” Regulus confirmed, and Tom nodded. “Wonderful. I would like to congratulate you on your engagement.” he almost taunted in a way, and with that the meeting was dismissed.

You and Regulus Black would be married in a weeks time.

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what side are you on?

sirius black x reader (romantic, to platonic) regulus black x reader (romantic, eventually) james potter x reader (if you squint)

summary: you were born into a pureblood family and taught a special ability since birth, you’ve been used your whole life and you start to want a change.

warnings: arranged marriage, abusive parents, talks of miscarriage, mentions of death, angst

a/n: basing the power off of a heart renderer from shadow and bone, so credits do that. i also added in a scene from call me by your name because i couldn’t resist. will be a multi part series. reader is slytherin.

part one , part two

Life hadn’t always been easy for you, it was something that seemed so normal at this point. You were born into a pureblood family, one of the sacred twenty eight. When your mother married your father they placed the expectation for her to bare his heir just as they did to everyone else. Your mother tried so hard to perform her duty, but pregnancy after pregnancy she had failed to do so, even though it wasn’t her fault. Each child that she had lost picked away at her soul, and she swore the last time she was pregnant that she would be done after that. She never even wanted kids in the first place.

That’s when you came along, a healthy daughter, but hardly what her husband had wished for. This daughter couldn’t carry on the family name. Your mother was so displeased with herself, the secrets the woman would share in whispers across the board got to her. So in attempt to save herself and her husband from their reputation being ruined, she made a deal with the devil. Tom Riddle himself. She swore that she would train her daughter to become a heart render at his own expense if he would marry her off to a respectable family. He, of course— agreed.

Heart renderers were rare, just like a legilimens. It was hard to perfect, but with you at home every day as a child and with lots of consequences if you did not perform to your mother’s liking, you mastered the art. You could do a plethora of things, both good and bad. You could make someone’s blood boil, get them to do whatever you wanted, get them to say things they would never normally say aloud. But you could also soothe a temper, calm someones heart rate, keep them warm. It was a blessing and a curse.

You were presented to Tom Riddle when you were eight, and he held up to his deal. Use you in exchange for a husband who had a well known name, that being Sirius Black. You two were to be married when you turn eighteen. The two of you spent a lot of time together at home, but rarely ever in school. He was a Gryffindor boy who was out of control, you were a Slytherin girl who kept to herself. Tom and his parents hoped this marriage would keep Sirius in line.

Many people at school feared you, in fact Dumbledore gave strict instructions for you to never use you powers in school. You understood this, followed the rules. The students didn’t understand, and would often say nasty things about you and your special abilities. How you were untrustworthy, that they needed to keep a distance from you for their own safety. You had never given them a reason to be scared, and yet here you were. Cursed with a power that only you saw could be good, but many found deceptive.

Now you were in your seventh year, used for your powers by Tom whenever he pleased, and Sirius had gone off the rails, leaving his family behind and the promise he gave to you along with them. Just before he left his home he came to you, he saw the good in you. Tried to convince you to run off with him for a better life, but you knew you couldn’t.

“Come with me, y/n.” he pleaded, looking down at you with hopeful eyes. You shook your head, stepping back from him. You wanted nothing more than to leave, to finally free yourself from not only your mother’s tight grip on you but Tom’s as well. “I can’t.” you whispered with tears in your eyes. Tom would kill you if you left, he had threatened it plenty of times when he noticed you grew weary of the things he made you do, the people he made you hurt. “Why?” Sirius tried to dig deeper, hopefully to make you realize that there was no reason why you shouldn’t go. “I can’t.” you repeated shakily. Everything in you was screaming to run, but you knew what Tom would do. He would hunt anyone you ever cared about, saving you for last before casting the unforgivable curse and take your life. Sirius stepped towards you. “Please.” he begged. You stepped back again, holding your hands up. The two of you turned your head when you heard footsteps coming down the hallway, you mother calling your name. You pushed him forward quickly. “Go.” you whispered with urgency. “Please come with me.” he pleaded. You held his arms in your hands and pushed him again. “Go.” you repeated but this time much more firm. With that he was gone, and you hadn’t seen him for months.

Now you sat by yourself at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. You looked down at the book Sirius gifted to you on your eighteenth birthday just days before he left. It was a muggle book full of poems, something James had shown to him. You two had each other’s backs in the hardest of times. You understood each other on a different level. When he would panic, you would soothe his heart rate. When you would cry he would be there to comfort you. You nervously tapped your finger on the table, turning to see Sirius enter the Great Hall with his friends. They called themselves the Marauders, proud of the shenanigans the four got up to. You didn’t like them, mainly because you were jealous of them. James Potter was from a pureblood family, but nothing like yours. They were loving and kind. Remus was a half-blood boy that was far too good for this world, and Peter was a half-blood as well who was quiet and reserved. They got along with each other so well, you wondered if that’s where Sirius ran off to. To be with them.

Sirius’ eyes scanned the room, and they landed on his brother Regulus. You knew it must’ve been hard for him to leave his brother behind, but then again they were completely different. Unlike Sirius, Regulus was fully devoted to his work with the Dark Lord. You and him rarely ever spoke, mostly because you thought he may be afraid of you. Sirius turned away and sat down with his friends, but you noticed how every so often he would look towards the Slytherin table. Suddenly he stood up, making some excuse to leave his friends, and headed off down the hallway. You took this as your chance to speak with him, standing up and chasing after him.

“Sirius!” you called after him and he stopped in his tracks, turning around with tears in his eyes. “How are you?” you asked politely. “Good.” he lied to your face, but he knew that you knew how he felt. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest, another perk to being a heart renderer. “I— I read the book that you gave to me. The muggle one.” you tried to change the subject, but you couldn’t drop the fact that he was upset. “The poems, they’re really beautiful.” you commented. Sirius only stared at you. “I’m sorry that you’re sad.” you said softly, you always had a way with your words. You knew he was upset about seeing Regulus after months apart, you knew it stung. “I’m saying that because I wanted to tell you that I’m not mad at you for leaving. Not at all.” you explained. You would’ve left too, so why would you ever be mad at him for doing what you couldn’t? “I love you, Sirius.” you breathed out. You didn’t love him in the way many would expect. Sure you had a crush on him as a kid, but you knew the two of you would never work out. You had love for him, though. You held out your hand for him to shake on a deal. “Stay friends?” you asked even though it was a lie. You couldn’t live a double life, that would only put him and yourself in danger. Sirius knew that too. “For life?” he questioned.

You must’ve been ten, maybe eleven— playing in the woods behind your childhood home. You would play there for hours with Sirius. It was a peaceful place, no parents to scold the two of you, just you and him always. You tripped over a rock, hitting your knees on the ground making you cry at the pain. “It’s okay, I’m here.” Sirius comforted you. “For life?” you asked and he nodded. “For life.” he confirmed.

“For life.” you smiled, and he took your hand to shake it. He pulled you in for a hug, signaling he knew it couldn’t happen. You hugged him back, and soon after he pulled away. He stared at you, his eyes flicking between both of yours. He cleared his throat before walking off, leaving you standing alone in the hallway.

—

Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter sat in the room of requirement. The year before Dumbledore recruited them to join the Order, a cause to fight for freedom and away from the grips of the Dark Lord. They had been tasked by Albus to speak with a wizard who worked under Tom Riddle, a man who knew anything and everything about their upcoming plans. The only problem was the Marauders were having a hard time figuring out a plan. Once they reached this man during the fall break, they wondered how they would get him to rat out his boss without force. They never had any ill intention, that included torturing this man into speaking. Well— Remus and James had no ill intent. Sirius understood how evil the Dark Lord was, and he wouldn’t draw the line at anything if it meant taking him down. Peter often agreed with Sirius.

“You know what would make this easier?” Remus asked, turning towards the group with folded arms. “What?” James sighed, rubbing his face in annoyance. They had been going back and forth with ideas for hours. They could dress up in a Death Eater’s uniform and pretend they were on his side, but that wouldn’t work. This man was smart enough to know who was and wasn’t apart of the Death Eaters. They could torture him, but that was off the table. They could simply just ask, but when would that ever work? “If we had a heart render.” Remus shrugged and Sirius shook his head. “Absolutely not, y/n is off the table and there’s no way we’re going to find a heart render in time.” he was quick to speak up.

“Why exactly is she off the table?” Remus had peaked James’ interest. “Because I know her, and her family. Her family is like mine but a million times worse.” Sirius explained. “I don’t know about a million—” Peter mumbled and Sirius shot him a glare, making him go quiet. Everyone stared at Sirius with begging looks. “I’m serious, she works directly under Voldemort. She wouldn’t take the shot to betray him even if she had the chance.” he recalled to when he pleaded with her to go with him, and she wouldn’t. “That’s why she was taught heart render powers from a young age, she was literally born to work for him.” Sirius continued. “It doesn’t help that she’s gorgeous.” James added which earned a punch to his arm from Sirius. “Okay, ouch.” James grumbled.

“Okay, so maybe she was born for it. But let’s look at it from her stand point. I mean she was born and taught by her sadistic mother, traded off like she was nothing. Maybe she had no other choice.” Remus tried to be understanding. Sirius had told them all about your story. James pointed at him with raised eyebrows in agreement. “I mean think about it, Sirius. She’s a pureblood Slytherin girl who chooses not to associate herself with the Death Eaters at this school. Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr. She won’t even look at them. Maybe there’s some good in her.” Remus continued. Sirius scoffed. “Trust me, there’s not.” Sirius mumbled and stood up. “We’ll find another way, but y/n is not it.” Sirius said sternly and they all slowly nodded, all except for James. Soon after everyone went back to their dorm and headed to bed for the night. James laid awake, tossing and turning. He couldn’t get the idea out of his head, you could help them. He had been told no on a multitude of occasions, but when has that ever stopped him?

—

A week had passed and the four boys walked down the hallway after their classes, all heading for the Gryffindor common room. James turned towards them just as they passed the library, spotting you sitting by yourself inside. This was his chance. “I have to go to— bye!” he lied terribly, running off from them. “What was that about?” Peter asked and Remus laughed. “He probably saw Lily or something.” he teased. James rolled his eyes behind them.

James entered the library, hesitantly walking over to you. You were sitting quite peacefully reading your book. James pulled out the chair next to you. “Hello, y/n. Looking as beautiful as ever.” he complimented and you looked up from your book with a confused and annoyed expression. He stared back and after a beat of silence you finally spoke. “Okay.” you sighed, closing your book and grabbing your things to leave. “No wait, you don’t have to leave!” he spoke up and you turned towards him again. “I’m not a fool, Potter. You clearly want something.” you said in detest. “Okay, fine. I want something.” he finally admitted. “What’s that?” you questioned with an annoyed tone. “I want to know more about heart renderers. Everyone says their so bad but— you don’t seem all that bad to me. I’ve never even see you use it against anyone. Or use it at all.” he shrugged. “So what does someone of your nature do?” he asked. “I think you know.” you sighed. “There has to be some good to it, every horrible thing must have a balance.” James almost begged to know.

You finally gave in. “Okay— I can soothe someone’s temper, slow their heart and make them relax. Which clearly you need because I can hear your heart beating loudly.” you pointed out. “You can hear my heart?” he asked curiously. “I can hear everyone’s. Who is this Lily Evans by the way, every time someone says her name your heart beats quickly.” she observed. “Wait— how do you know that?” he asked. You rolled your eyes and finally set down your book. “When you walked in here Remus said Lily Evans, and your heart quickened in pace.” you teased.

“That’s not important.” James mumbled. “If my heart is beating fast then show me how you calm it.” he asked. “Show me how you can get someone to tell you anything just like Sirius says.” James was trying to gain her trust, to show her he wasn’t afraid like everyone else was. “I can’t, I’m not allowed to on school grounds.” you leaned back in your chair. “No one has to know.” James smirked and you stared at him for a second. He wasn’t lying, and he definitely seemed curious about your power. “Give me your hand.” you gave in. James held out his hand palm up. Your slim fingers trailed down his cold hand, everything seemed to suddenly move slow. His heart beat was loud in your ears, and once your fingers reached his wrist and you touched his pulse, it slowed down to a calming rate. “Tell me what you want.” you spoke softly, your buttery smooth voice being the only thing he could hear. He looked into your eyes, before opening his mouth to speak before he even had the chance to stop.

“I need a heart render, give you the chance to do some good in this world.” he answered honestly. You pulled away and thought for a moment. This was your chance, a safe distance away from Tom Riddle and your mother. This was your chance to finally do some good i with your power. You knew you could trust James, Sirius sure did. They were apart of the Order, something you had grown familiar with when Sirius would tell you about it late hours of the night. This whole thing, him needing a heart renderer, had to do with something like that.

“I’m in.”

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James walked into the room of requirement for their weekly meeting, a proud smile on his face. “I found a heart renderer.” he said confidently. “What? How did you find—” Peter started but was quickly interrupted when you walked in behind him. “Y/N Y/L/N at your service.” you smiled and everyone had a shocked look on their face, Sirius was no exception. “Y/N Y/L/N?” Both Peter and Remus said aloud. You laughed, moving across the room to face all four boys. “I’ve never had that reaction before.” you smiled which quickly faded when you saw the look on Sirius’ face.

“What are you doing here?” he deadpanned. “I’m here to help.” you shrugged. “James here found me in the library and gave me the whole run down on your little issue here.” you looked towards James who still looked incredibly proud at his doings. “What the hell were you thinking, James? She’s dangerous!” Sirius yelled and you looked over at him with a hurt expression. “You didn’t seem to think so when you came to me to calm yourself down.” you exposed him and he glared at you.

“Listen, we could really use her help.” Remus interjected, and Sirius rolled his eyes. “I don’t mean this to come off rude, but how do we know we can trust you?” Peter asked and you looked at him now. “I mean— don’t you work for you know who?” he asked. “It was more like a limited partnership.” you explained without really having to say much. Everyone fell silent. “Listen, if I was really that devoted to Tom Riddle I definitely would not be helping you idiots get valuable information on him. Yet here I stand.” you held out your arms.

“Okay, so say we can trust you. How do we know you won’t rat us out.” Remus asked and you stared at him before sighing. “I have been used by him my whole life, and never have I been given the chance to actually use these abilities for the better benefit of actually helping people. I think the Order can do just that. I know you’re all suspicious of me, maybe you think I’m using my powers on you right now to trick you, but trust me— you would know.”

“She’s right, it’s like a whole other experience.” James laughed and they all turned quickly to look at him. “She used her powers on you?” Sirius asked in shock. “Of course she did, and let me tell you, whatever she did to me will definitely work on that guy we’re trying to talk to.” James defended your case, something you had never experienced before. “Thank you, James. That was really kind.” you smiled and he nodded. “Fine, but after this you’re done.” Sirius was still suspicious.

“Great! When do we start?”

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James trying to explain his feelings

James: You know when you drop in a rollercoaster?

Remus: Sure

Lily: Yeah

Sirius (having grown up in a strict pureblood family): No.

#marauders incorrect quotes #marauders #marauders era #james potter incorrect quotes #sirius black incorrect quotes #james potter x reader #sirius black x reader

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lustsickforyou · 2 years

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baby fever, part four [Remus Lupin x reader]

word count: 17k

summary: you and remus go on holiday

“Why do you always insist on teasing me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Because I know you like it.”

tags: smut, nsft, fluff, new established relationship, marauders era, fem reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, post hogwarts

note: thank you to the anon who suggested they go on vacation and to nim, for listening to me complain and the good advice

read part one / part two / part three here

a playlist of sick little love songs that remind me of remus

Remus Lupin was 20 years old. He was a werewolf, at least some of the time, with more than enough scars to prove it. He was legally registered as being so, which made it almost impossible to find magical work, nice wizarding housing, or sometimes friends (luckily not in recent years).

He’d grown up far away from other children with his mother and father in a big house filled with both the material and love. His father was an academic, his mother a muggle - she loved TV and washing machines and going to the pub with her friends, and she loved Remus and his father and magic, though no matter how far she might stretch out her hands she would never get to use it.

Remus supposed that living close to magic and having none was an acute agony few could imagine, but she carried it well. She thought magic, namely his father’s, was something to be treasured and praised. Even when it couldn’t save her.

It felt strange now, Remus had only his father and his friends and you. He was tentative to add you to the list, sometimes, not for lack of desire, but because he held your relationship in his hands as though it were a spiderweb, silk stretched tenuously between each of his fingers. If he did something wrong, moved too fast or too disjointed, he feared the web would unravel.

He thought that his mother would’ve liked you every much, because you had enough similarities to get along and enough differences to keep interesting conversations, and you both seemed to like him well enough.

You were beyond his wildest dreams.

He remembered that very first night with you pressed to his side where he thought, maybe I should try this. He’d always thought you pretty and magnetic and so ridiculously soft-hearted, looking at everyone with entirely too much gratitude. You’d been wearing that dress and his heart had stopped completely, and Sirius had sent him a look that said, I saw that and you are so fucked, and you’d sat down right there in front of him like that was exactly where you wanted to be even though the room was teeming with people who wanted to see you.

Your dress had ridden up at the top so that your thigh was exposed and he’d felt so guilty for noticing that. You’d smiled, painted lips so perfectly shaped, and talked about nothing with so much care. You’d taken baby Harry in your arms with a look on your face Remus couldn’t quite describe properly, yearning and love and a little envy, maybe, and spoken to him so tenderly even as Harry had ripped your hair out.

He couldn’t help himself. He’d carded the hair from your face and bent down low to speak in your ear and when you’d turned to him later with half-lidded eyes asking him to have kids with you - well, what was he supposed to do? If he didn’t fancy himself half in love with you to begin with, he still would’ve done as you asked.

And so Remus has begun the seduction. Seduction labelled haphazardly, because it was also a wooing. And also a baring.

He’d ladened you with compliments and made you writhe and invited you around just to see you, and you’d still been so surprised when he admitted he fancied you, blood roaring in his ears, that you’d cried.

And then the worst part - having to tell you he was a werewolf. It was like walking across the edge of a knife, trying to guess which way he might fall after you knew. You hadn’t cared - had already known - and then you were his girlfriend. Remus had never had a girlfriend before. He’d had casual partners, hook-up’s and friends with benefits, but not a girlfriend. He was in the habit of taking love wherever he could get it, even if that was the rumpled bed of an acquaintance or the familiar arms of a friend who was just as desperate.

It surprised him how different intimacy was with you. You were relaxed under his hands, unwound, pliant in his bed like a long-bloomed flower wet with dew even that first night. Every time after you’d grown into yourself, a little more confident and a little more agonising.

Agonising was the right word. Stunningly beautiful standing in his bedroom doorway with the telephone in hand, laughing at something Lily was telling you down the line with his boxer briefs on. A pencil tucked up in your hair, you’d sit in his bed in the evening trying to perfect your book with a hand anywhere on his skin as though anchoring yourself to him. Or fully made up for a meeting with somebody important, doing a little twirl in the prospective outfit to ask if you looked okay.

“You look like a dream,” he’d said, trying to force the corners of his smile back down. You’d beamed, crawled up his sheets to kiss his jawline.

He was staying over at your place instead of you at his for a change, and he was quite nervous. You’d hardly not seen each other since you’d gotten together two weeks ago, even if it was just for five minutes on his break at work at the muggle supermarket. He’d died of embarrassment and you hadn’t cared, doting on his uniform and giving him a plastic Tupperware full of biscuits and a foil wrapped sandwich.

He had a bottle of wine neither of you cared for and a rucksack with pyjamas in it and he felt so stupid - how did adults navigate relationships? He felt like he was waiting outside and a friend's mum was waiting to let him in for a slumber party on the other side of the door.

He knocked the door, excited to see you even though he’d seen you yesterday morning, and the day before that, and the evening before that.

“Come in, Remus!”

And it was stupid, so stupid, but being expected was a pleasure he took guiltily, smiling as he toed off his trainers at your front door.

He heard you before he saw you. You were standing in your bedroom in a pair of spandex-material shorts and a camisole, hair dripping wet, damp bleeding down into the fabric by your shoulders.

“You want me to…?” he asked, gesturing with his wand at your hair.

“No, that’s okay. Magic makes my hair frizzy,” you said, skirting behind him for the hair dryer you kept in a basket of things he couldn’t name. Bottles of lotions and oils and a curling wand, a straightener, big bottles of shampoo and conditioner dripping with condensation.

You snaked your arms around his side and pressed a kiss to his bicep. Cheeks burning, he brought his hands up to grab your arms, unable to hug you back because you’d restricted his.

You flitted away from him just as quick, bending over to plug the hair dryer in. He looked away although he really hadn’t needed to. You fiddled with the switch.

“I hate this part,” you moaned. “I wish there was a little machine they would make that might dry my hair for me.”

Remus bit back comments about magic and how you could easily have charmed the hair dryer to float around you where you were standing.

“I’ll do it for you,” he found himself offering weakly, unsure of himself.

You looked at him over your shoulder, all shiny and lovely and shook your head. “That’s alright. You’re my boyfriend, not my serf.”

“Let me,” he said, moving to you. He took the hairdryer from your hands and you finished brushing through it with a wide-tooth comb, asking, “Are you sure, Remus?”

He was more than sure, he’d do things a thousand times worse for you if it meant you’d say his name that way again, soft and pleased. “‘Course I am.”

He flipped the switch on. He’d seen you use it before and had grown up with his mother using one herself so he was no stranger to how it worked, though he still worried he’d do it wrong. He started at the top of your head with a cooler setting, using his fingers to lightly partition the sections of hair and dry your roots.

You shivered at the sensation of his fingertips against your scalp, leaning your head incrementally backward toward him. He tucked the wet strands at the front of your hair behind your ear to kiss your temple, once, quick, before returning to your hair, trying not to

make it obvious that he was pointing the hair dryer down at your damp shirt at the same time. You let him turn your head without protest.

When your hair was mostly dry you stopped him, “That’s fine,” you said. He pushed it away from your shoulder to kiss the skin there adoringly. You whirled on him, looking at his face like you could see something beyond it. He wanted to ask you what it was and if it was good or bad. He settled for stepping on the toes of your ankle socks to try to pull them off instead.

You jumped away from him, indignified.

“Heathen,” you said.

“Maybe. I brought wine.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What are we celebrating?”

“You?” he laughed. “Nothing, really. I had it and thought we’d make some use of it.”

“Do I bore you, Moons?” you asked him teasingly.

It was foreign in your mouth, much like if you’d said Moony or honey or baby - you only ever called him Remus.

“All the time, I’m afraid. I was too afraid to bring it up, but-“

“Noooo!” you complained through a laugh, the sound making his chest heave. You barrelled at him, shoving your hand over his mouth. “Don’t, don’t even joke like that,” you said melodramatically.

“Y/N,” he began, muffled by your hand. When you didn’t take it away, he licked your palm.

You wiped it in his chest. “Ew. You’re like, five years old.”

“As I was saying,” he began again.

You fled the bedroom. “I think I might need some wine after this behaviour.”

“It’s barely wine. I’ve had raisins that are more alcoholic,” he said, trailing behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to grin at him.

In the kitchen, you poured wine into coffee mugs because you didn’t have any wine glasses and then wondered aloud if you were allowed to add ice.

“I have never seen someone do that,” Remus said.

“It’s warm,” you said, voice lilting up at the end. You chattered about spells you could've used to make it cold and then sighed forlornly, not confident enough in your ability to do them successfully.

“Then put some ice in it, dove, I won’t judge you much.”

You simpered and added the ice cubes. “I don’t know any actual useful spells, I’m afraid, but if you want to turn your nail polish different colours, I’m your girl.”

“You’re my girl anyways,” he said offhandedly, poking at the buttons on your TV until it flickered to life, throwing lines of coloured light up his face.

By the time he’d managed to find a tv channel worth watching with your faulty antenna you’d sunk deep into the middle of the settee, sipping at your wine with a blissful expression.

“You look happy,” he said, slotting himself between your warm body and the arm of the sofa.

“I am happy. Aren’t you?”

He leaned down to kiss you, your lips soft as a flower petal sticky with pollen whilst his were chapped. “More than happy.”

What he’d intended to be a peck turned into a kiss which turned open-mouthed, his hand encompassing the soft flesh of your thigh, inching closer and closer until you were tipping wine down the front of your shirt.

You spluttered, broke the kiss to hold the cold mug above your head. “That’s so fucked,” you said, laughing. He took your mug from you and set it beside his own on the coffee table. Your camisole was stuck to your skin, a deep red line like blood weeping down the valley of your chest in a tantalising display.

You gasped suddenly, pulling the sticky fabric away from your chest to peer down. “My bra is ruined.”

“Oh no,” he said sympathetically. “Let me see?”

You looked up into his eyes and grinned evilly, pulling the thin material up and over your head so you were shirtless. The wine had left a red-pink splotch on your ivory bra like a Rorschach ink blot, and a bead of it had travelled down your navel to your belly button.

“Will you?” you asked him.

He leaned forward to lick your chest. You squealed and pushed him away. “I meant with magic!”

“I know what you meant,” he said. “But how am I supposed to clean it when you’re still wearing it?”

He was pushing his luck and he knew it, but he also knew you were a needy, lustful excuse for a girl and would be titillated by the purest of suggestions if he said them just so. Your lips parted a millimetre, eyes bright and quick. You knew exactly what he was offering, he could tell from your expression, but you pretended not too.

“How come?” you asked.

“How what?”

“How come you can’t do it while I’m still wearing it?”

He leaned forward, hand against the skin of your inner thigh. You leaned back in tandem. “I might spell it from your skin too.”

“That would be convenient.”

“Then what would I lick off of you?” he asked.

His finger inched to the skin between your thigh and cunt, the barest touch. You shuddered. “I’m sure we could think of something…”

“Why bother?” He kissed the beginning of the wine on your skin that shone like frost in the white light of your living room. You weaved your fingers into his hair, touch gentle as it usually was, an erotic mewling sound escaping you. He kissed you until he was sure his lips were pink too.

He pulled up to kiss you. “You taste like wine,” you mumbled against his mouth.

“How strange, I was just thinking the same of you.”

You stretched your arms out behind yourself to fiddle with the clasp of your bra until it was falling away. Your tits were similarly stained. He grinned at you and you inhaled through your nose in response as he used his free hand to pinch the button of your hardened nipple between two fingers and roll it, your thighs drifting shut slowly in response, his hand trapped between them.

He took your nipple into his mouth and almost chuckled at the taste of wine on your skin, sucking so that when he let you go it was swollen and darkened.

“You taste sweeter than usual,” he joked, kissing you on each cheek. “Changed your moisturiser?”

You were half-lidded and smiling generously. “Not recently.”

“Are you sure?”

“I couldn’t be positive.”

“I’ll have to try the other.”

Your giggles turned quiet as he gave your other nipple the same treatment as the one before, rolling it between his teeth to relish in your gasps. He loosed his hand free from between your legs to bully your other breast, kneading the perfect flesh there under his palm.

He licked circles around the bud and blew cold air on it, amused and turned on by your smarting moans.

“Why do you always insist on teasing me?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked. You shook your head.

He slid your nipple between his fingers and made a circle motion, touch achingly gentle. “Because I know you like it.”

You huffed. He rolled his eyes and pushed you down flat on the sofa, tucking a cushion under your head. He climbed atop you, careful to not press too much of his weight into you and slotted one leg between your thighs and the other outside.

“I know you do,” he said smugly.

“I know lots of obvious things too,” you replied weakly. “Like all the stuff that makes you blush, Remus.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“You like it when I say please.”

He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. He did like it. “Mm,” he admonished.

“You like it when I say your name.”

“Will you?” he asked, leaning down to kiss your collarbone.

“Remus,” you said quietly, the words sending reverberations down into his mouth.

“And the rest?”

“Remus, please.”

“Please what, baby?” he asked, tugging your nipple between his fingertips. He knew you liked being called ‘baby’, knew it made a little pit in your stomach, marked by the way your legs wiggled under him.

“Kiss me?” you asked. And when had he ever said no to you? He doubted he'd find a reason now.

He pressed his lips against yours, drinking in the taste of you, wine-stained and wanting, the feeling of your perfect chest rising under his hand enough to send him into poetic drivel. You were soft beneath his touch, a tad shy even now, eyelids firmly shut. Your hands were smooth as silk, one at the juncture of his neck with your fingertip at the edge of his ear, the other braced around his bicep.

Your touch was down-soft, fingers pushing the little curls of sandy brown hair from his face with such tenderness it melted his heart. He brought both hands up to the bottom of your face to cradle it and give you what felt like a never-ending supply of kisses, quick and sweet like the graze of a butterfly's wing.

You looked especially blissed out when he finally had to catch his breath. He would pay ridiculous amounts of money if it meant you always had such a happy look on your face, and it made him feel as though he were walking on water to be able to give it to you through kisses alone.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, having been thinking it relentlessly.

You groaned, covering your face with a hand. “Stop, Remus. Please.”

“I don’t think I will, pretty girl.”

You let out a little laugh, more air than sound. "I'll have to start retaliating."

"Some might call it reciprocating their boyfriend's compliments. Retaliate sounds like I'm mortally wounding you."

You rolled your eyes and it drove him crazy. "Whatever."

"Oh, I just despise you," he said quietly, hand moving down the side of your chest to rest on your hip.

"So we're not gonna make out?"

"I never said that," he dipped down again. His leg was hiking up, in-between your legs to rest against your warm centre. Your skimpy shorts and underwear were hardly a barrier, he could feel the way the fabric slid over your wet cunt.

You drove down onto his knee with little shame, panting into the kiss you shared like you couldn't help yourself.

"Want me to take your shorts off?" he asked. It came out sounding like please let me take them off.

"Yes, please."

He grinned, pushing his fingers under the edge of your shorts and pulling them away from you along with your underwear. You brought your knees up tight so he didn't have to move back as he set them aside, shuffling back into a sitting position, teasing the edge of his shirt and lifting. He took the hint and pulled it up and off, insecure about his chest but unwilling to deprive you of your smallest whims.

He felt carved out as you ran your fingers down his chest. He was always so scared of them, the scars, and the way people saw them. He'd given them all to himself, and he worried that this would make you feel scared or sorry for him. You were neither. You didn't pretend they weren't there but you didn't make him feel other for them, treating them with the same love and respect you did every other part of him too.

Your hands travelled back up to his face. "My pretty boy," you said. You were half joking, mimicking him, but it still sent a spike of warmth through his chest.

You were both sitting, him slouched over you. He was kneeling where you were sitting with your legs either side of him. He pushed his hand slowly down the valleys and mounds of your body until he was dipping into the slick gathering at your core.

"You're so easy to rile up," he said gently, moving his fingers up and down. You curled your neck so your head was pushed into his shoulder, eyes on his hand and shuddering.

"You're incorrigible."

He located your entrance with familiarity, pushing just the tip of his finger in as a warning. You tensed up. "You alright?" he murmured.

You nodded, putting your hand over his to push him in further. He pumped in and out slowly, delighting in the feeling of you relaxing around his fingers and your weight leaning heavier on him with every push. He added a second digit carefully, spreading them open inside you, marvelling as your breathy panting turned into something with more body, little adorable moans that made him twitch.

He'd pushed his middle and marriage finger as far as he could, curling them inside you. You whined, pushing your leg off the sofa so you were spread wide open. He took this opportunity to flirt with adding his pointer finger to. You protested before he'd even met the first knuckle.

"Too much," you said. He went back to just two, curling and uncurling inside you against the soft barrier he'd found.

"Now how can they be too much when you take all of me?" he asked you, hand that wasn't focused on stretching you out coming up to stroke the back of your head, carding through your hair.

"How about when you play with yourself?" he asked, feeling mean, knowing it would send you into an embarrassed little tizzy to talk about it. "You don't fit three fingers?"

"No," you protested. He couldn't lie to himself, he was more than curious about how you touched yourself, when, and what, and who you thought of.

"I don't believe you," he said, laughing, into the side of your forehead. He kissed your temple. "I think you fit three fingers and you like it."

"I have smaller hands."

"That's true," he agreed, building the tempo, listening for the telltale gasp that you were enjoying his mildly rough treatment. His knuckles hit the soft skin of your cunt and with each thrust a damp thud sounded between you. "You treat your little cunt like this too?"

"No," you whined, "I don't. I don't."

"I think you do. We both know you like it a little rough, don't we dove?"

He pushed the pad of his thumb into the bud of your clit, fingers buried deep inside you and curling. "My pretty girl likes things a certain way, I don't blame her. Just tell me how you like it and I'll give it to you, dove, you know that."

"Remus," you said quietly, so quietly. "You're so-" you paused, calibrating your thoughts when he began moving inside you again, "dirty."

He laughed, pulling his fingers out of you completely, though he sustained his circular motions on your clit. He pulled your face up off of his shoulder, desperate to see the state of you. As he expected, you were glassy-eyes and flushed, lips wet, the sight of you so erotic he almost felt bad.

Almost. "I'm dirty," he said, beside himself, pushing the beginnings of his three fingers into you. You seized up, moaned, relaxed again as he pushed past the initial ring of tight muscle there. He measured your expression carefully, weary of hurting you.

"When you play with yourself like this, what do you think about, huh?" he asked.

Your head fell forward, chin on his shoulder as you hugged him tightly. He held you up with his free hand, the other moving against you at a modest speed. The sound you made as he approached the second knuckle each time had his dick jumping against his abdomen.

"You didn't answer my question," he scolded, pausing his ministrations.

"I think about you," you panted, faux-crossly at him. "About us."

"Well, let's give you some more material."

Your orgasm arrived quickly after that. You went rigid in his arms as he prolonged it for as long as he could manage, thumb working overtime into the soft button of your clit. "That's my girl," he said, kissing the top of your head. You jerked away from him eventually, overstimulated, like you'd been electrified.

"You're not as innocent as you let on," you said, albeit pleased, letting yourself rest on the arm of the settee behind you and out of his reach.

"I never claimed to be anything like that," he said, smiling.

He retreated to the middle of the sofa, pulling your leg so you sank on to the small of your back, cunt bared to him. He pushed his thumb in a stripe from your dripping entrance to your sensitive clit, back and forth till the mess was everywhere and he was pleased.

He paused, looking at your exhausted form. "Do you want to…"

"If you don't take your trousers off right now, Remus Lupin."

He shrugged bashfully. "You look half asleep."

"Do not," you denied. He shrugged his trousers off, reaching into his boxers to pump his aching cock. He'd already leaked a ridiculous amount of precum from the sound of you alone.

"Are you sure?" he asked. You blinked at him.

Your expression went all soft, like he'd said something silly and sorry. "I want you. Please? I'm not tired, I swear."

You shifted further down, closer to where he was kneeling. "You want the cushion?" he asked you.

You nodded rapidly. "Yes please," you answered. He stole one from behind him to slide under your lifted hips. He could feel his heartbeat in his dick, the head dribbling even now.

He spread you open with slippery, careful fingers. Your chest stopped heaving, holding your breath as he pushed in. First the bump of his head and then the rest, pulling back to drive in once again until the whole of his shaft was accommodated, his pelvis pressed to yours. You writhed, evidently dissatisfied by his stillness.

He groaned, hands braced on either side of you. He pulled out, moved back in, caught the look on your face and was so dazzled he was distracted enough to pause and lean down, kissing your smiling mouth.

You laughed, the sound all stretched out and blissed. "You still taste like wine," you told him, bringing your hand up to push the hair from his eyes.

"So do you!" he laughed back.

"I think you tipped it on me on purpose."

"Now what," he pulled out, pushed in, aimed for the right spot, "gives you that impression?"

Your hand clamped down on his arm, letting him know he'd found your sweet spot. He persevered to drive into it until your eyes were starting to water, playful little sounds of ecstasy riding out of you on a steam train.

"You like my tits," you gasped out.

He burst into laughter, stopping to wipe the gathering wetness in your lashes. You grinned back. "I really do," he admitted, looking down at your curving lips.

He held both your breasts in his hands and kneaded them, planting kisses on the skin between them. "How do I know you didn't tip it down yourself to seduce me?" he asked, struggling to fuck you, tease you and massage your chest all at once but trying his hardest.

You made up for his staggered thrusts by fucking your hips down to meet him, panting with the exertion of it.

"You were much too quick to show me the mess you made, sweetness. I barely had to ask."

"You ca- caught me," you stuttered, eyes pressing closed as his teeth grazed your left nipple. "Oh, you're the worst. I like you so much."

"That's brilliant," he said, moving back onto his knees, half sheathed in you still. "Because I like you too. Turn around?"

Your pupils were blown by this point. You did as he suggested with little resistance and he made sure you were comfortable, spreading your legs open with his knees.

He pushed in shallow at first. "How's that, lovely girl? That okay?"

"Remus, can you, will you-"

"This?" he asked, pushing his hand under where you rested to rub big circles with his hand into your clit. You keened, shoving your hands over your face.

"Yes, yes thank you."

"Don't say thanks to me, lovely girl." All he could think was, fuck, she's so fucking perfect, everything about you, your cunt stretching around him while you whined into your fingers, your lovely arched back and the stretch marks on your hips, the curve of your arse.

He pushed his hand flat on your arse to elevate himself and fuck into you, feeling the beginning of his climax on the horizon. You were silk around him. He felt almost remorseful at the way you're frame was relentlessly forced into the sofa and so he slowed down even as you protested for him to do it more.

"I don't want to hurt you, silly."

"I don't care," you said, throwing your hand back between you like you'd pull him towards you, though you couldn't reach.

"I do!" he said, chuckling, reaching forward to take your extended hand into his. You twined your fingers together and he used the connection to pull you back onto him. You clenched around him, sighing, mewling sounds, and it pushed him just over the precipice. He abandoned your clit with a smidge of guilt to grab onto your hip and rut into you forcefully.

You practically squealed in delight, forcing your own hand down to replace his touch at your clit and then you were both making loud, embarrassing sounds. Remus blushed at the moan that rocked through him as he came, pearlescent white emptying out into your core.

He pulled out, watched your cunt contract and push out his cum so that it was leaking to gather at the apex of your clit where you poked at it with your fingertips. He rubbed the head of his dick by your fingers, pushing his cum back into you.

You sighed. He finally left you be, collapsing back onto the seat to give his aching knees some repose. He watched you play amorously, watched you move your hips in half circles to make up for the loss of him until you were too tired to continue.

"Come here, baby," he prompted, catching onto your wrist. You turned on your side and struggled into a sitting position, "My stomach feels so weird," you said.

"Sorry," he murmured, pulling you flush up against his side. "Didn't hurt you, did I?"

You met his eyes and smiled beguilingly. "No, you didn't. Are you okay? Sore?"

His knees hurt more than he would ever admit. "No, I'm alright."

"You're a bad liar," you said, kissing his shoulder where you were slouched. "Is it your chest?"

"My legs," he admitted.

"Right… Will a bath help?"

He could feel his eyes burning. He hadn't told you truly how bad his chronic pain was, how it only seemed to get worse as he grew older, and still you were perceptive enough and always so caring. He knew that he should've had the self-preservation to not be on his knees, but he'd wanted to have amazing sex with his amazing girlfriend and not worry about his legs for once.

He didn't mind paying the price for it, though he couldn't deny the price was going to make him wince for a while.

"A bath would be nice."

You nodded, setting off down the hall and calling over your shoulder, "take your time, Remus! And bring the wine if there's any left!"

He snorted. You hadn't exactly had time to drink any of it yet, so there was plenty. He got to his feet, felt embarrassed about how naked he was and how tired he was, gathered the discarded clothes from the living room floor and his backpack and made his way to the bathroom.

You were sitting on the side of the small tub with your hand under the running water. Bubbles were slowly coming to fruition in a big, white mountain that smelled like you.

You smiled at him, hair sticking to your clammy skin, waist still red where his hands had clasped you so tightly. "You can get in, quick. Here, pass me all that," you said.

He did as he was told, feeling grateful for the mild healing powers of hot water. His eyes closed on automatic, feeling the pain recede just slightly in his aching legs. You put your mug by the side of the bath and gave the situation an assessing look.

"Move back?" you asked, already climbing in front of him tentatively, so careful of his legs. You sat in comfortable silence until you leaned forward to turn off the water.

"You know…" you murmured, leaning back into his chest but not resting your weight on him, "you don't have to be on top if it's going to give you so much grief. And-" you started at his sound of protest, "I know it's not always this bad. But still, it makes no difference to me."

He pulled you tight against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. You covered his hands with your own. "You're the biggest pillow princess I've ever met," he joked, hoping to deflect.

"I'm sorry, Remus," you said, sounding guilty.

"Hey," he said, turning your face to look up into his face, water running off his hands and down your neck. "I'm fine - I mean it. I've been dealing with this since I was small, okay? I know my limits. So if I want to fuck my lovely girlfriend, I'm going to fuck her however I think she likes it, and if the pain gets too much, I'll tell her. I promise."

You bit your lip. "I just don't want the reason you're hurting to be because of me."

He laughed at you. "This," he said, gesturing to his legs, "will never be your fault."

You ran your hand down his thigh absentmindedly. He took it in his hands, kissed your chipped nail polish and your palm and your lovely wrist. "Thank you for worrying about me, but you don't need to."

"Do they hurt horribly?"

"No. And some sacrifices have to be made, dove. I would endure pain a thousand times worse if it meant you'd always make sounds like that," he said lightly, lips pressed against your wrist so that the sound came out muffled on your skin.

"Remus…" you said, voice high in protest.

He let his other hand drop down past your belly button, into the warm water, laughing as you gasped at his touch.

You woke up disoriented, not sure how or when you’d made it to bed last night and why you felt so overwhelmingly warm. Then you realised your warm-blooded boyfriend was pressed against you like a jigsaw piece, sleeping like the dead.

Your stomach twisted. Godric, maybe you shouldn’t let him stay up however late he wanted just to ravish you. You struggled, especially in this new relationship territory, on whether you should be speaking out more when Remus was pushing it, but, like he’d said yesterday, he’d had his lycanthropy long before he met you and knew his own limits well. Still, you worried he’d overdo it and could hardly bear seeing him aching the next day. You tried not to think about it when he wasn’t talking about it with you, fearing that he’d read your worry as infantilising. You liked him very much, and wanted him to be okay, and you trusted him to take care of himself.

He was much worse around his transformation, which was soon approaching once again. It was relentless, really, that he’d recover and have a good few days as he could manage and then be right back to struggling again.

His chest rose, a steady rhythm. You moved your hand over his heart and listened to him breathe, a rush of fondness overtaking you. He was just as maddeningly attractive asleep as awake, lovely brown hair curling by his ears and eyebrows, pink-white scars stark against his warm skin. You brushed the hair from his face to kiss his eyebrow once, twice, settling back down with a contented smile.

You had such a lovely boyfriend.

He slept for another hour or so and you watched with a smug satisfaction. Remus Lupin was your boyfriend, he was yours. His intelligent and kind heart, his recklessness and his wit and his gentleness, it was yours to love.

His eyes slowly scrunched and opened. You smiled. When he realised you were already awake he pulled you instantaneously tight to his chest, breathing in the smell of your hair. It was still damp from last night's bath.

“How long have you been up?” he croaked.

“Not long.”

He groaned, covering the hand you’d laid out on his chest. “Merlin, what time is it, do you know?”

“It’s almost 1PM.”

His eyes shot open, dreamy expression fading away. His face was bashful again. “We slept a while, then.”

You needed it, you said in your head. “I was exhausted,” you said, heavily implying it to be his fault for the deplorable things he’d done to you in the bath last night with his fingers.

“Sorry, dove, but if you don’t want to be touched you shouldn’t be so pretty.”

“Oh, is that how it is?” you flirted. You almost couldn’t believe there was any flirt left in, though there always was when it came to Remus. He pulled it out of you before you realised what you were saying.

He was about to say something else when the phone started ringing. You winced, staggered onto your tired legs and felt the pinch of being fucked well in your abdomen. You hurried to the telephone, pulling it from its shiny red receiver.

“Hi, good morning!” you said, your work-friendly tone taking over. “Who’s calling?”

“Good afternoon!” a familiar, smarmy voice said. You sagged, rubbing your eyes. “What kind of day are you having where it starts at 1PM?” James asked, sounding like he already knew.

“It’s Sunday, James, I can sleep in.”

“Is that what we're calling it these days?” he laughed at his own weak joke. You blushed despite years of this particular brand of embarrassing innuendo.

“Is everything okay?” you asked. You could hear Harry’s bellowing cries in the background.

“It’s alright. Harry’s quite poorly, my little man, but he’ll be okay.”

“Oh no! Do you need anything?” you asked, leaning closer to the telephone as though it would infer your concern.

“We’re right as rain over here, Y/N, don’t worry. Mum’s come over to help us out and Lily’s sleeping, so I’ll have to be quick, but we were supposed to go on holiday on Monday - it’s all expenses paid, non-refundable and Harry is honestly too ill. You and Moony will go, won’t you?”

“Uh- what?”

“Quick, say yes so I can relieve my poor mother.” Harry’s crying had gotten much louder.

“I - James, are you sure?”

“I’m positive! I’ll send all the information over with an owl later and the hotel passes, oh, and the port key! Keep an eye out for it! Oh, and tell Moony I say hi!”

“James-“

“Bye, shortcake!”

The line cut out. You put the phone back down, head-spinning. A holiday? You drifted back into your bedroom, thinking much too hard to notice Remus’ inquiring face.

“What did he want?” Remus asked. You climbed up close to him and tucked your knees underneath you, staring down into his face where he was lying.

“Harry’s not very well.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Remus asked in concern, beginning to rise up onto his elbows. You pushed him back down, placing an assuring hand on his arm.

“He’s poorly, but James is more than sure he’ll be alright.”

“Oh, good.”

“He’s giving us a holiday.”

He shook his head, “What?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Seriously, Y/N,” he laughed.

“I am serious. He said it’s non-refundable, so we have to go.”

He smiled, hesitant. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

You swallowed, tracing shapes in his skin. “It sounds fun.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“The full moon is only a week and a few days away. Do you… will you be up to it?”

He reached his hand up to cover your cheek. “If I spent all my time waiting for the full moon I’d never have any fun.”

“It’s by port key, so we won’t be travelling, and if you need to come home early we will, and-“

“I thought I was trying to convince you?”

You smiled beatifically at him. “Well, this will be fun, won’t it?”

“Really fun,” he agreed.

“And it’s not too much time to spend together?”

“You’ve lived at my flat all week. We’ll be alright, I think.”

You called your agent to tell her you’d be taking a few personal days, which wasn’t totally truthful but sounded better than admitting you had a new boyfriend and were going on an impromptu getaway. Remus had as many of his shifts as he could covered by other people at the supermarket and used his (meagre) holidays to have the rest off. You felt quite terrible about this, but he didn’t show that he was worried about it.

In fact, he seemed more excited than you did. James sent the paperwork over and the hotel sounded ridiculously fancy. The port key was a smooth, golden piece of flint that you were incredibly scared of accidentally touching and being whipped away to the holiday by yourself.

The rest of the day was spent rushing around wondering what you were actually supposed to take on holiday. Remus watched you flirt between different outfits with a funny look on his face. You kept telling him he could go find something more interesting to do while he waited, but he didn’t bother.

You finally settled on way more clothing than one girl could need, including sun dresses that would probably not see the light of day if British spring-time weather had anything to say about it and half your underwear drawer.

Remus went over to his own flat to pack what he needed while you made a home-cooked dinner for the two of you. You waited for him to return on the sofa, looking at the wine stain and not feeling any inclination to spell it away.

You slept quite early considering the time you’d both woken up, probably from the sheer exhaustion of packing for a 3-day holiday in one afternoon. When you woke up, it was to the pink light of dawn.

Remus slept a little longer. You crawled out of bed to make some tea, side-eyeing the little dull piece of flint like it was radioactive material. James’ letter said it would be active for a 30 minute window at 9AM.

You drank your tea, showered, let your damp hair dry for a while by itself as you struggled to powder your face. You supposed now that Remus had seen you in every state of undress that stuff like this didn’t matter, but you did it anyways - it made you feel prettier, more confident, and you liked the way it looked.

Remus found you cross legged on your floor, staring into the floor-length mirror in concentration while you did your mascara, hair mostly dry.

“Morning,” he said, peeking down at you.

You could see him in the mirror, but you turned to face him anyway, shoving the mascara wand back into the tube. “Hi, handsome.”

His smile increased by barely a fraction, but you still noticed. You vowed to tell him more often how good-looking he was. “What time is it?”

“8.10. I was gonna wake you up soon, so perfect timing.”

“How I wish I’d slept. Not often an angel wakes you up.”

You blushed, batting at his arm. “Give it a rest, Lupin.”

“Lupin. We’re finished,” he said, getting to his feet to stretch. He leaned down as he passed to kiss you on the temple.

While he was busy in the bathroom you checked the list he’d made. He was being much more casual than you’d expected him to be about this whole thing - you’d thought he’d be more critical about the time this morning, for one, awoken hours before you from worry. You’d also thought he’d be checking and rechecking you had everything on the list.

You felt a spike of domestic pleasure that he’d trusted you to check the bags and take care of his list. You tucked your make-up bag into Remus suitcase, which was fantastically charmed to be much bigger on the inside than it appeared.

All you had to do now was your hair. You ran oil through the tips before styling it and burning your fingers in the process. Then you tucked it up into a cute little bobble with some face-framing pieces at the front. The ends curled up cutely. More than impressed with yourself, you waited at the kitchen table for Remus to finish getting dressed.

You felt as though you were a gift to be opened, which sounded ridiculous and egotistical, but it was true. Knowing Remus would think you looked perfect with or without the effort made it all the more fun.

He came into the kitchen fully dressed and rubbing his hair dry with a towel, wearing an off white shirt with a desaturated square close-up photo of a blurry guitar that was a blur of pink, red and black.

You offered him the cup of tea you’d made in preparation and he gratefully accepted, letting the towel hang around his neck. He swallowed roughly. “Oh, merlin. Minty.”

He drifted in close to your seat and put the tea down, moving his hands towards you in question. You lifted your face up to the light and he took it in his hands, still slightly warmed from the tea.

His thumb drifted back and forth in a semi-circle, tugging at the soft skin of your cheek. You preened, eyes drifting shut. “Are you ready?” he asked you.

You nodded imperceptibly. “Yeah.”

He tilted your head up further and hunched down to kiss you quickly. “Good, because the port-key’s glowing.”

You opened your eyes. He was right, the little golden flint was pitching a circle of incandescent light. “Wow,” you mumbled.

“It’s pretty cool, right?”

Must’ve been expensive, you thought to yourself.

“Do you have everything?” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“The passes?”

“Yes.”

“Painkillers?”

“Yes, dove.”

“Your toothbrush?”

He had forgotten his toothbrush. He spun on his heel to go get it. You quickly rinsed the mugs of tea out and looked at yourself once more in the mirror to check everything was in order. Remus returned without the damp towel but now had his toothbrush, which he pushed into his suitcase next to your make up bag. He zipped it up tight and you cast a weightlessness spell on it so it wouldn’t be heavy.

You both stared at the port key.

“Have you ever used one of these before?” you asked him nervously.

“No, but it can’t be that bad. Can it?”

Port keys were awful. For one, you can’t control where you drift, and for two, if you’ve never used before, you should probably practice walking on air.

You landed first. Remus clattered half on top of you, which you were thankful for and enraged by at the same time.

“Oh my god,” you said, feeling as though little birds were flying about your head like an old cartoon.

“Are you alright?” Remus asked, eyebrows pinching together in concern. Where you’d landed was a mostly grassy knoll, interspersed with gravel. Your cheek had landed on such a patch of gravel, and you had a little scrape on your cheekbone.

“Oh, Y/N,” Remus said, suitcase dropping to the ground. He took your face in one hand and your fingers in another, squeezing them tightly. Your eyes were tearing up from surprise rather from pain, and you sniffed. Remus, taking this for upset, put his large hand over your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” you promised. “Was just close to my eye.”

“I see.”

He went a little silent, almost transformed into a fix-it version of himself, scrounging through the suitcase for his little tin of scratch-balm. He wiped the scrape with his sleeve to remove the dust and dragged some of the balm onto the back of his fingernail, smoothing it over the abrasion expertly.

It was worth being hurt for the attentive care he bestowed you with. You assured him it was more than alright, though you weren’t sure you’d willingly use a port key again. He laughed despite himself, dusting down your clothes and grimacing at your scrape again.

“If I spell it, it will definitely scar,” he said regretfully.

You shrugged. “It’s alright like this. Wow, the weather's amazing!” you said, noticing for the first time since you’d been dropped here that the sky was a brilliant blue, almost empty of clouds.

The air smelled like salt. You and Remus made your way out of the clearing and past a cover of trees, and you felt the breath leave you. There, right there, was a gorgeous stretch of beach, the tide was close enough to to run to. What seemed like hundreds of people were down on the coast, enjoying the sun and sea.

The sun was still coming up, shone brightly in your eyes, you shielded your face, gazing down at the sand with longing. It was obvious neither of you had been expecting such a breathtaking view. You stood there in silence, eyes skipping over the horizon and the beachside attractions, the fairground rides in the mid-distance and the seaside cottages.

“Fuck, Prongs has so much money,” Remus said, giggling. You were surprised by his words and found yourself giggling too. “Where do they hide these places? In rich people's magazines?”

“There’s a paywall and then they start unlocking parts of the country for you,” you agreed.

“I need to pick up more shifts if we ever wanna come back.”

“I need to write a good fucking book.”

You looked at each other and burst out laughing. Once you’d gotten over how much you liked being stood there with each other laughing at your own wit you remembered that you had to actually find the holiday grounds you were staying on. The brochure bragged of “adult-nights”, which you both agreed sounded sketchy, and lots of security, which was just ludicrously rich-sounding.

Why would you need so much security?

You found the entrance to the grounds and presented your paperwork to the security guard, who seemed to find the lack of car funny and the lack of a baby alarming.

“It says you’re bringing a ‘Harry’ with you, Mrs. Potter?” he asked you.

“Yeah… he was poorly so he’s staying with the in-laws for a few days,” you explained, trying to sound as Lily would.

The security guard looked at you and Remus like you were both crazy. “I see. Well, have a nice stay.”

“What was that about?” you asked Remus, following the map the apprehensive security guard had given you through the holiday park grounds.

"Ah," Remus said. "Things are starting to make much more sense."

"What?" you asked.

He pushed the brochure he was reading under your nose. "I think this place is like a kid's haven. All the entertainment is, well…" he let you read it for yourself.

Pantomimes, characters in costumes you could take pictures with, 4-12 disco.

You giggled and then laughed, surprised. Remus laughed too, and suddenly you were both stooped over laughing like you couldn't stop. Remus grabbed onto your shoulder for support and you leaned into his chest. You were trying to talk but it only made you both laugh more.

"That should have been obvious-"

"More than obvious-"

"I can't believe-"

"James didn't say!"

"Why would he?"

It was that terrible kind of laughter where even the sound of the other person failing to catch their breath was infectious, because it wasn't that funny. It was obvious and silly and embarrassing on both accounts.

"That's why the security guard was so freaked out!"

Remus brought his fist up to his mouth. "Oh, this is terrible. This is amazing. Oh, Y/N. How didn't you notice?"

"How didn't you notice! You see everything!"

"This is my first time seeing the brochure," he protested, trying to keep walking and move you along with him.

You felt like you’d been walking forever, seeing swimming pools and restaurants, huge stretches of grass, miles of neat chalets and hundreds of families and a massive white pavilion that boasted live entertainment on the side before you came across the hotels. They were holiday park endorsed buildings that towered over everything else, and you and Remus were staying in the biggest one.

“This is the one,” he said, stretching his arm across your shoulder to steer you through the impeccable glass doors, suitcase bumping behind you both.

The clerk gave you the same sceptical look as the security guard had. Sure, it was probably uncommon for parents to show up without their kids, but was this level of ridicule absolutely necessary, you wondered.

The clerk swapped out your hotel passes for a key to the room, and you were away. You were almost buzzing out of your skin with excitement, wondering what the room would look like and if it would have a fancy bathtub.

Remus pressed you closer still in the elevator. You grinned at him, the nerves of it all bubbling up. This was pretty early in a relationship to go on a vacation, right? But it felt like it could only be a good thing - you couldn’t get enough of Remus, and hoped he was similarly infatuated with you. Here, you could get to know each other more intimately without worrying about other people, and of course enjoy the luxuries of the holiday site.

Remus handed you the key upon exiting the lift, pretending to be busy with the suitcase. You put it in the lock and twisted, trying not to throw the door open with too much enthusiasm even though Remus could definitely already tell. You could’ve screamed at it all. The biggest bed you’d ever seen, sconces on the wall that shone bright white light up the wall, a mini fridge full of things you wouldn’t touch, but the option dazzled you.

“Wow,” Remus said, pushing the suitcase to the end of the bed.

You laughed, pushing open the bathroom door.

“Remus, come look at this!” you called. “Woahhh…”

“Oh, Jesus. How the other half live,” Remus said.

The other half, you thought to yourself, more like the ten percent. There was a freestanding bathtub that could’ve part-timed as a swimming pool, easily three times the size of your own, with a copper mixer tap that shined. The tiles were slate grey and stretched the floor and walls, with a shower in the corner of the room that was similarly copper and large. Even the toilet looked fancy.

“We are so getting in that,” you said, eyes on the tub.

“What, now?”

“Your hair is still wet from your shower,” you said, turning back to the bed. “Do they even have a name for a bed this big?”

“It’s called an Olympic Queen,�� Remus said.

You resisted the urge to take his face in your hands. “You would know that, you nerd.”

“Like that, is it?” Remus asked, laughing, something conniving in his eyes.

“It’s always like that, nerd.”

It was funny, you’d never found Remus intimidating, but he did stir something in your abdomen when he stood so close to you, looking down at you. You sincerely believed that had you been hooked up to an EKG machine it would’ve showed your heartbeat ramping up when his hand climbed your arm, up to your neck.

“You're so mean to me. Don’t know why I let you,” he said.

“Easy, my charming good looks. Next question.”

“I’m fed up with you.”

"I can tell," you teased him. “Not too fed up, I hope.”

He made a sound of disagreement and caught your lips with his. You smiled, effectively ruining the annoyed facade between you both, desperate to return his affections.

Remus wasn’t ever shy, but he was proper. He never grabbed you or roughed you about, was always attentive and as caring as he could manage (at least at first).

He tucked the tendrils of hair that were free from your ponytail behind your ears and kissed you sweetly, the kind of kiss that made you feel like you were the only girl on earth, cupping your face to deepen it. You sighed into him, pleased as punch when he dragged you as close to his front as he could.

You pushed him away just slightly. “Definitely not fed up then.”

He chuckled and moved his lips to the corner of your mouth. “I don’t think it’s possible to be tired of you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and rubbed his nose with yours in a kunik kiss, closing your eyes. When you opened them again he was looking down at you. It startled you, though his gaze was nothing but loving.

“What?” you asked him.

He pushed his head into your neck instead of answering. “Are you hungry?”

“Are you?”

“Definitely.”

“Then let’s go eat.”

You tried to pull away and he stayed standing in place with his arms around you like his feet were dug into the ground. “In a minute,” he said.

You walked back through the park grounds to find a fish and chip shop on the beachside and ate them sitting on a picnic bench, the sun high in the sky. You forced Remus to use sunscreen on his face even when he didn’t want any, careful of his scars as you applied it. He was eating a chip as you did, indulging you even at the inopportune.

“There,” you said, pushing his hair back down. “You’re golden.”

“Thank you,” he said happily.

You wiped your fingertips in a napkin. Remus slid the tray of chips over to your side of the table.

You both looked out at the sea, squinting from the fierce sunlight. “We’ll go walk along the sea, shall we?” Remus asked.

You both shed your shoes at the start of sand. The tide was further out now so you had to walk for a few minutes before you got to it. Remus stared at it in trepidation, whereas you walked straight in, and Godric it was cold. Your sundress was short enough not to worry about the hemline getting wet, but you realised, as the waves washed over your feet, that Remus trousers were going to get wet.

You took his hand and pulled him back a yard, kneeling down in the damp sand to roll his cuffs up. “Tada!”

He took your sandals and carried both pairs of shoes without complaint, wading into the water beside you. The sun was on your shoulders and the tops of your heads, both of you shimmering with sweat. You grinned at him and pulled your dress up until you were almost flashing, going as deep as you could without getting your underwear wet.

“It’s cold, dove. You'll be freezing,” Remus said, holding out his hand, your swindles dangling from his thumb. You laughed and went back to his side, taking his offered hand.

“The sun will warm me up again.”

You walked along the front, chasing the sea until the picnic bench you’d eaten at was invisible and the sun was drifting incrementally down. The sea air was cold and though the sunlight kept you warm, Remus still reached out to rub the lengths of your arms whenever he could.

Eventually, you trapped his hand in your own to stop his worrying.

“Are you tired?” you asked him.

“No,” he said. “Hey, what’s that?”

He pointed. You gasped, eyes setting on a sand-white crab that was entirely too close to your feet. You almost tripped over yourself to be out of its path, which Remus found hilarious but laughed at sparingly.

“It’s harmless,” he said.

“It has pincers!”

“I’ve seen you tweeze your eyebrows, it could hardly hurt more than that.”

You blushed. “You’re not supposed to be watching me get ready when you’re getting ready.”

“I liked watching you,” he said, and then, wincing, “that sounded less creepy in my head.”

You raised your eyebrows, washing your sandy feet in the waves even though they’d get dirtied again straight away. “Stalking is a sickness, babe, I don’t judge you.”

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, walking you deeper and deeper into the water until it was almost at your dress’ hem. When you tried to retreat he became an iron cage. You leaned heavily on his chest to escape it.

“My dress!”

“Can’t hear you. I’m too sick.”

“Your trousers will be wet too!”

The waves lapped at your calves. “Oh no…” he said, disingenuous.

“Where are our shoes?” you demanded, any excuse for him to set you free.

“In the sand,” he said, head close to your ear. “Don’t worry, dove.”

His trousers were definitely wet at this point, the water having caught your skirt. It stuck to your skin, freezing cold. You screeched for a moment and then accepted it, thinking that if you were going to get wet, you may as well submit to him. He stopped, holding you in the water where it rose past your waist, waves big enough this far in to sway you both. You turned around in his hold. “Don’t let it blindside me,” you implored him.

“I won’t,” he said confidently. He leaned down to kiss you and had the manners to beg forgiveness when a wave hit you square in the shoulders.

“Remus!” you cried, feeling the salt water drip down your back.

“I’m sorry!” he called back, trying not to laugh at you.

You giggled, couldn’t stay mad at him, and kissed him.

His hand came up behind your head, felt your wet hair. “Oh, I’ve ruined your hair,” he said remorsefully. You ignored him, tried to catch his mouth and he evaded you. “I’m sorry.”

“You can fix it after,” you assured him, tone soft and pleased by his concern.

The sea was making a mess of you both. His beige trousers were the same colour as the sand underneath you, your dress was plastered to your skin, and it was so cold, the only warmth being his arm around your shoulders and your hands on his. Remus walked backwards and pulled you along until the water wasn’t so high.

You were sinking into the sand and could feel shells underfoot.

“I love your voice,” Remus said.

“My voice?”

“The way you speak. The things you say,” he furthered.

“You want to talk about voices? I could listen to you read the dictionary,” you told him, pushing up into his arms as much as you could. “Twice. Maybe three times.”

He lifted you up for a moment so you were floating in the sea, hands tight around your waist. “You sound inherently romantic. Everything you say. If I could, I would play it back.”

You shook your head, wet from your hair smattering down like rain on your shoulder blades. “It’s only because I’m talking to you, Remus.”

“See, how you say my name. It sounds less like my name and more like a-“ he paused and you suspected he couldn’t find the words. “Like a question.”

“And what question is that?” you asked him warmly.

“I was hoping you would tell me,” he said roughly.

“Mmm…” you pushed his hair from his face with your wet hands, assessed the way his eyes were darting to and from your mouth with a deep, impervious sense of fondness, something close to reverence. “Kiss me?”

He leaned forward. You didn’t close your eyes, didn’t move to meet him, letting him tilt his head and touch his lips so gently to yours. You pulled back half a millimetre, let him follow you, chest burning. “I’ve never been this happy before,” you told him, a confession.

“Close your eyes,” he told you.

You did. He finally kissed you, and you felt the sun bearing down on you. You thought, if you could see it, that you would both be painted golden and dripping in sunlight with the sea at your navel and his hands on your waist.

“I will never forgive you,” you told him, barefoot in the lift, a puddle forming around you. You were surprised you had any water left to drip from such a long walk back, and yet.

He grimaced. “How could I know the sea was that far out? You’re awfully distracting, you know that?”

“I liked those sandals,” you said mournfully, peeling your dress away from your skin for the tenth time. Remus was so sodden he squelched with every step.

“At least we left our wands here,” he said lightly, waiting for you to step out of the lift before following. You giggled to yourself, relief colouring your thoughts.

“Merlin, could you imagine? James would never let us forget.”

“‘How stupid do you have to be to leave your wands at the seafront?’”you impersonated James (badly).

“‘Wands washed away by the tide, what is this, amateur hour?’”

You threw your head back to laugh, pushing the door of your hotel room open. You made a beeline for the bathroom, pulling your soggy dress off quickly. Your underwear was just as wet underneath.

You fiddled with the shower until it was producing a steady, hot stream.

Remus wandered in at the sound with his wand and your toiletry bag. “I was going to dry you off, but your solution is better.”

You grinned and made grabby hands at him until he let you pull his shirt over his head. You kissed his chest, once, indulgently, the salt on your lips making your nose crinkle up.

The shower accommodated you both without having to squish together. Still, you stood close, letting the hot water wash away the sea on your skin with a sigh that felt like it came deep from within your chest. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back. Remus went face first, hands on either side of your body, braced against the shower wall.

You both rubbed shampoo through your hair in tandem, letting it wash away with the sand.

You squirted shower gel between your hands and rubbed it until it came to a fine lather, then started scrubbing your arms, chest and legs. The amount of sand on your feet had you crouching down in the stream, knees to your chest, wiping it away with your fingers.

When you looked back up Remus was blushing, looking so guilty, turned away from you.

“What?” you asked him, nervous. “Do I have something on me?”

He was red-cheeked. “I’m sorry. I was just thinking about you kneeling there, and you’re all soapy and I’m - embarrassed.”

Oh… he was more than embarrassed. You moved from a crouch to flat on your arse and then pushed onto your knees, kneeling like he’d pictured. Water ran down the centre of your chest to pool between your legs. “Like this?” you asked.

He covered his face with his hand. You turned his hips with your hand and he let you, revealing the source of his embarrassment. He was hard, achingly so, head brushing the skin under his belly button.

You cooed, which made him even more shy. You held your hand out. “Can I?”

“Please,” he said, voice quiet under the sound of the shower raining down on his back and your front. You shuffled a litt so you weren’t under the brunt of the water, pushing upon your knees to take Remus’ dick into your hand. As soon as you touched him he let out a groan that sent shocks of arousal down your front, hissing when you began pumping. He was already slick from the shower.

You let go of him and decided to play with him, thinking back to the last bath you’d shared that Saturday night, where he’d edged your orgasm until you were whining in his arms, begging him to use more than the barest pressure, more than just one finger. He’d laughed, continued to tease you until you were a whimpering mess, and attempting to use your hands to finish yourself. He’d taken them in his one hand, and said, so quietly, “Such a needy thing. I think you need a lesson in patience.”

You used the flat of your palm to cup him, slowly travelling up to his head and down again. You exerted the smallest amount of pressure that you could, travelling up to draw circles around his head with the tip of your finger. He twitched.

You pulled away from him. He was looking down at you, the beginnings of a realisation on his face. “A lesson in patience,” you murmured, kissing his thigh. You leaned your head there and continued to tease him. He held your wet hair from your face. His hand tensed ever so slightly against your scalp each time you crested the bump of his head.

You had no clue how he had the patience to tease you so much, though when his breathing shallowed you understood why he persevered. You dipped your finger in the bead of precum and lifted it, a line of pearlescence ribboning between your skin like a bridge.

You finally took his dick in your hand after minutes of teasing, still slow but using all your magazine tips to get him going, kissing the base of him as you did. His hand tightened in your hair, though he was careful not to move you.

You moved your hand down between your leg to rub your clit, curiously poking at the dribble of wetness that was pooling on the floor. The relief of touching yourself had you mouthing up his dick in open kisses. You decided to take pity finally, his breathy moans almost too much to bear, and sped up, pumping his head with fevor. He tensed up. “Wait, wait, Y/N.”

You did as he asked. He took your hand in his, took his dick in the other and finished himself off. You leaned back so he would get the hint to cum on your chest and he did, spurting white on your tits. It was hard to distinguish from the soap residue.

You sighed, pleased with yourself, moving your weight from thigh to thigh to deal with how turned on you were. Remus looked as though he’d crouch down to investigate and so you sprang up, weary of his joints.

Your own knees tingled with pins and needles from being sat on them. You let the shower wash away what was left of the soap and Remus’ mess. He leaned down to kiss the side of your neck, hand drifting down to your cunt, sliding a finger down the centre of you to dip into your entrance. You could feel his smile on your skin.

You reached behind you to turn the shower off. He raised his head, blinking. “My legs ache,” you said. “I know yours do too. Let’s dry off.”

“I want to-“

“You can. In the bed, like civilised people,” you said, cutting him off. You climbed out of the shower on cautious footing, wrapping a fluffy white towel around yourself, warm from the towel rack. Your eyes closed in content.

“So you agree, what you just did was uncivilised.”

“I learned at your feet,” you protested, eyeing Remus judgingly. He was drying himself down with a sense of urgency that riled you up even more than you were, his dick almost hard again already. You swore your mouth was watering.

“Literally,” he mumbled. You shoved his shoulder lightly.

“You’re not even trying to dry yourself!” he said, snatching the towel from around you to rub down your shoulders, then your torso and legs, though it was half a job. Neither of you cared much.

You wrung your hair out over the sink and let him half carry you to the bed, laughing.

He dropped you right at the edge, bringing both your legs to one side so your cunt was on show. You felt like you were burning, knees up against your chest, throbbing cunt bared, always bared to him. He sat down with your ankles in his lap, leaning over to probe your wetness familiarly.

You hissed at his rushed touch on your clit.

“Hm?”

“It tickles,” you told him.

He pushed his index and middle finger into the sensitive button there and laughed at your squirming. “The more you let me, the less it will tickle. Oh, you’re still so wet, look at this,” he cooed, pushing the pad of his thumb against your entrance, pulling it open gently so you were gaping, just a little. “Pretty,” he murmured.

You felt unveiled, unearthed, and wanted more than anything to push your legs down and cover yourself. “Remus, this is embarrassing.”

He rubbed a large warm hand down the length of your legs in his lap. “Sorry, dove. You’re beautiful, is all,” he said. He dotted a peck on both of your kneecaps and let your hips fall back onto the bed.

He stood up. “You want a pillow?” he asked.

You hummed to yourself. “Actually, I was wondering, and you can say no, obviously, but just because I know it makes your legs hurt and we’ve already had a long day and-“

He chuckled. “My legs are fine.”

“Can I be on top?”

He gasped in fake shock. “You?”

“You're being mean to me,” you protested.

He laid himself out flat with his head at the top of the bed and held his hands out. “Come on, sweetness.”

You reached out for his hands and climbed overtop of him, sitting down just below his dick. He pulled you forward just enough, your knees on either side of him, so that you slid over his dick. You loved how it felt, and, using his hands to anchor you, repeated the motion, eyes glossing over every time the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, peering into his clouded face with delight. He lifted his chin, as if to ask, why are you laughing?

“You don’t like that?”

“I like it,” he said, hands tightening around yours. “I would like it tenfold if you stopped teasing.”

“Ah, now you know how I feel,” you told him gravely.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, smirking. “Come on dove, forgive me?”

You leaned down to hover close to his face, felt his dick pop up from where it'd been trapped under you. “I don’t know,” you said, rolling your hips, “I’m mortally wounded.”

He wrapped his arms around your back and tried to kiss you. You moved your face up so his kiss landed on the corner of your mouth. "I'm still deciding," you said quietly.

He leaned around you to rub his cock up to your slit, and you sank down on it obligingly. You had to lift yourself back up, weary of the tightness before you tried again. You finally managed to sink down completely.

The feeling of being so full, the centre of you completely flush to the centre of Remus, overwhelmed you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, pressing your hands flat against Remus' stomach.

He tugged your arm. "Does it hurt?"

You rolled on his hips, rubbing your pelvis against his semi-desperately. "No," you said breathlessly.

"So you've forgiven me?" he asked, trailing his hand up your shoulder.

"Yep. Totally forgiven," you said, riding him with little to no finesse.

You savoured the feeling of him against your walls, bringing your hips up and down in a repetitive motion.

Remus was watching good-naturedly, which made you feel worse. "You're lovely."

You laughed, pushing your face down into his chest. "This is so difficult. I'm already tired."

"You don't have to, Y/N."

"I can," you said, bringing your hips up. "I just need to practice."

Remus reached around to grab your hips in one hand and hold your head to his chest with the other. "Alright," he said, fucking up into you. You tried to tell him off, intent on being the one doing the hard work, but it felt so good and you were so full.

"Ah, fuck. Fuck, Remus."

"Eloquent," he murmured, pushing you down onto his rising hips. You gasped as he hit your soft spot once, twice in a row.

"You're cheating," you said.

"No I'm not. You're still on top, aren't you?"

"Barely…"

He stopped and you caught your breath, pushed back up. "This is humiliating."

"Climb off me, baby." You pouted, laying down beside him. He hiked up on his elbow and lined up with your cunt, arm encircling your leg to spread you wide on your side so your knee was pressed as close to your chest as it could be. "You did great."

"Liar," you said. He kissed your shoulder. Where his arm was under your leg, holding it up, his hand came up to touch your chest tenderly.

"I'm not lying. You weren't quite ready, yeah? So you did a good job. You gonna let me take care of my girl?"

You drove your face into the pillow and nodded.

He thrust his cock into you. You could feel the wetness pool out of you at his movements, feel his head drive up into your g-spot in a motion that made you dizzy with pleasure, hand screwed up in the hotel sheets. You moaned out, sound muffled by the cushion.

He brought his hand from your chest to turn your face towards him without saying anything. You knew he was watching you but couldn't find it in you to care, pleasure overwhelming your senses.

You felt your eyebrows come together at his thrusts, controlled as they always started, time to a perfect, abdomen ruining rhythm. You felt yourself stretch around him, contract when he pulled out only to be stretched again at his thrusts. He bottomed out, and at the realisation, pulled out to thrust back in with a bit more force.

"Look," he said. His eyes were looking down at where he was driving into you and you followed his gaze. He was to the hilt. "We fit perfectly."

"You're so full of it," you said between mewls.

"You're so full of me," he said. "So fucking full, aren't you sweetheart? Perfect cunt all stretched. Does it feel good?"

You whimpered.

He squeezed your tit, face in your shoulder, pushing fully into you and drawing circles with his hips. He was panting with exertion.

You reached down to mess with your clit, watching him spread your cunt with each thrust with something akin to fascination. Your leg shook every time Remus pushed into you.

Your arms were trembling. You reached up to cradle his face, hand struggling to stay still on his face. He covered your fingers with his free hand and leaned down to kiss you, thrusts slowing down to match. You tightened around him for kicks, revelling in the catch in his breath.

You couldn't think of anything except his mouth and his cock, the room filled with the sounds of your moans, Remus moans - which increased in volume as he got closer to his climax - and his pelvis hitting your cunt.

"Faster?" you asked him, feeling your orgasm coming in the tightening feeling in your core. His hips were working overtime, fucking into you so quickly that you fell into yourself, moans coming out in one long, never ending line that lifted in pitch everytime he pushed back in.

"Gonna cum around me?" he asked, perceptive of your descent into pleasure. "Cum for me?'

You couldn't answer, pressing your face into his neck. "Go on, pretty girl," he goaded, thrusting sharp and fast, "cum for me."

Your mouth opened. All that came out was a ragged breath, air ripped from you as your white-hot orgasm coursed through you. You shuddered, pressing a weak kiss to his Adams apple as you contracted on his dick.

He groaned, loudly, and then again. You realised he was on the edge of his own orgasm and pressed open mouthed kisses at his throat, voice pleading. "Remus, please."

Two words, so easy, so simple, and they were enough to get him to cry out, the arm that held you leg up pressing it more to his own body than your own so you were wide open. He said, "Fuck, Y/N," and came inside you after a particularly rough thrust that made your hips ache in a way you didn't strictly dislike.

He let your leg drop down from his hold to snake it between your head and the pillow to wrap around and pull you closer still. You lay there, both breathing heavily.

"I could actually have your kids, you know, with the amount you've cum in me," you told him, face still buried in his neck.

He sucked in a breath at your question. "Don't remind me."

"Don't want me pregnant just yet?"

"More than I should, probably. Evil girl."

You looked down at your tingling cunt and the cum leaking out of you and huffed a laugh.

"Are you okay?" he asked at your small silence.

"Just thinking." You turned to lay on your stomach, though your face remained in his direction. You threw your arm over his chest and he held it.

"I'll have your puppies one day, Lupin," you promised him, maybe warned him, voice flirty, eyes shutting slowly. He kissed your forehead, and you thought he might have said something else, but you were already asleep.

Remus woke up before you and groaned. He'd wiped you both down last night, you deep in the throws of sleep and him staving off the exhaustion with sheer willpower. The sight of you fucked out and marked up from his hands, sweaty and nude with stripes of white from the sconce light set something alight in him. He committed the picture to memory, vowing to himself that if you were still together in the years to come that he would always remember how you looked now, so earnestly caring and shy and new. He was always so pleased to notice something new about you that he hadn't before - a freckle, a stretch mark, a tiny, invisible scar.

He wanted to know every inch of you and he worried he might know it all and never find something new again. Every little thing he found made him all the more infatuated with you.

You snored softly beside him, the duvet he'd tugged free from under you the night before now strewn about so your naked chest was out. He pulled the covers up to your chin and smiled to himself. You were peaceful as people were in sleep, lips pouting, eyelashes kissing the semi-circle of skin under your eyes. He leaned closer to count them, so close his exhales had them shifting like blades of grass in the breeze.

You stirred. He bit his lip, regretful that his nearness seemed to have awoken you.

You blinked awake, eyes opening first confused and then softening. He watched your pupils dilate in awe.

You searched for his hand under the cover and twined his fingers with your own, eyes drifting closed again.

"Hi," he said, watching your mouth slowly curve into a cute smile.

"Hi," you said. It came out like hm, your mouth still heavy with fatigue.

"You must've been tired," he said gently.

"Yeah," you agreed. Your mouth opened with the start of a yawn. You, in your sleepiness, brought your joined hands up to cover your mouth and seemed confused at the weight of them together.

"Oh, godric," you said, finally opening your eyes. You were looking up at the ceiling remorsefully. "I'm sorry, I fell asleep, didn't I?"

"Don't be sorry. Isn't that what people usually do after they…"

"Get turned like a shish kebab?"

"The way you have with words is just breathtaking."

You chuckled and brought his knuckles to your nose like you were breathing in the smell of his skin. "We didn't brush our teeth."

"Who's we?"

You turned your face so he couldn't see your expression. "A loving boyfriend would've brushed my teeth for me."

"And how does one go about that?"

You struggled to sit up. Your back hunched as you leaned forward, obviously still tired. He trailed his knuckles down your spine.

"This is the biggest bed I've ever slept in," you told him.

"Me too."

"Do you think we'll have one this big?"

He smiled, knowing you weren't serious but still enchanted with you. "Bigger for all our children."

You blushed. "Right, what did I say last night?"

"You declared you'd have my puppies and then you fell asleep."

"I'm sorry if that was uh, kind of an awkward thing to say. I know we haven't been together nearly long enough to talk about stuff like that," you said apologetically.

He shrugged. "I don't mind. I hope you will one day, too, but there's no rush."

He could see your smile even through the curtain of hair that had fallen around your face. He sat up too, pulling your hands into his lap.

"I've known you had baby fever since the day I met you, Y/N. I'm hardly deterred."

You rolled your shoulders, eyes light. "Can we try the huge tub? I'm still sticky."

"Anything you want," he said.

You gave him a saccharine grin and pulled him up to the bathroom. He turned the water on, both of you impressed by the mixer, and ushered you in after you’d brushed your teeth. You groaned at the warm water, edging down so you were quickly submerged up to the neck. Remus could easily lie in the bath and not touch you. Fortunately that was the opposite of what you wanted; you threw your legs over his as soon as he sat down, where you both soaked in a comfortable silence.

You were a vision opposite him. You were half asleep from the warmth, limp and shining. The water lapped around your breasts like waves up against the sand, hair floating in the water. You struck him as something ethereal, like a water nymph.

He rubbed your calves. You sighed happily, gazing at him through hooded eyes.

You sank down under the water and emerged, hair completely sodden. The mascara that had survived last night's shower somewhat was now running streaks down your face. He shuffled forwards and pulled you into his lap.

You shrieked at his strength.

"What?" you asked him, laughing. You rested your hands on his hips, an inch or so of space between your pelvis'.

He used his fingers to rub the black smudges away from under your eyes. "Make-up," he supplied.

"Oh," you said. You shut your eyes, letting him rub away the makeup. He used his fingernail as gently as he could to catch what was under your eyelashes. He dipped his fingers in the water again and used the back of his hand to wipe your cheeks clean.

"Good as new."

You opened your eyes, moved your hands up to his face and shuffled right over his wanting lap. "Thanks, handsome."

After some slow, sleepy, and quite frankly dangerous activity in the bathtub, you and Remus got ready for a day in the pavilion. "It's not just kids stuff," you informed him, sundress floating through the breeze. "There's a huge cafe where we can have brunch, they have live music performances in the Sage Club, which is still in the pavilion but not quite, how weird is that? And then later on they do adult karaoke, so we could go do that and have a drink? What do you think?"

He noticed how you didn't mention the swimming pool and he thanked you for that. The last thing he wanted was to be exposed to strangers. The things you did mention sounded brilliant, and he soon found himself sitting across from you, where you'd ordered a ridiculous amount of breakfast foods that would've made his bank account cry.

You didn't mention money and wouldn't accept going halfsies. "You paid for dinner yesterday," you protested. A tray of fish and chips hardly counted as dinner, he thought, but he let you anyway, watching your back as you ordered with a gross amount of affection.

You tucked into the crepes, of which you'd ordered enough to feed everybody in the cafe, chocolate creeping up the corner of your mouth. "I don't know why we bothered coming out! Didn't James say the hotel was all inclusive?"

Remus shrugged. "I'm not sure I believe him. He would've said that even if it wasn't."

You laughed, mouth full of whipped cream. "That's true."

You wiped the corners of your mouth when you were done and keeled over in your chair. "I'm sorry, I always do this. Why don't you stop me?"

He was similarly full, despite continuing to eye the bowl of fresh fruit beside him. "You eat as much as you like, dove, don't worry about that."

"You'll have to carry me to the Sage Club."

He did end up carrying you, and you protested the whole way. In bridal carry he didn't last too long, but enough to make you laugh and blush which was all he would've asked for.

There were definitely kids everywhere still, but you were right that the live performances catered to everyone. The cover band on stage ended up playing KISS and you both sprung up from the small table you'd been sat at, sipping drinks, to sing passionately at one another, you much more unabashedly than him. He knew you were thinking of the day he'd confessed because he was too, and he spun you around even when people started to notice.

"I was made for loving you," you repeated, chest heaving, after the song finished, your hair all fluffy from the dancing.

He collected you into his arms for a tight hug. "I can't get enough of you, baby,” he said back, feeling much too fond.

You simpered in his hold, leaning back to cup his face in your familiar hands. You were giggling shyly, leaning forward to kiss him, so sweetly it made his cheeks hurt.

All sung out, you ended up skipping live karaoke to sneak into the pantomime. When the characters on stage called for the villian, you both shouted for them to turn around, and when the rip-off songs came on you sang the wrong words with the rest of the children. The parents were mostly drunk or on the way there, so it was a great show on and off the stage.

You and Remus shared a tall pint of beer that he enjoyed and you wrinkled your nose at. "Why don't you have something sweet?" he asked you.

"I'm still sick from the crepes this morning, Remus."

"That was hours ago!"

He convinced you to go back up to the bar and order something for yourself whilst he waited at the table to watch your bag. The lights were still down for the pantomime, though the kids were running rampant up and down the low steps. A small young boy ran full speed into your legs and fell, looking up at you worriedly.

Remus couldn't hear what you said, but he could read the kindness on your face. You crouched down to talk to the boy and offered him your hand, which he accepted gratefully. You smoothed down the collar on his small shirt and he said something to you. You laughed, from what he could tell, and watched as the little boy continued on to plough into somebody else.

He couldn't help himself if he tried, thinking about how one day you'd be dusting off the shoulders of your own kids. He prayed to god that they would look like his.

You finally ended up back at the table with a tall glass of Blue Hawaiian. You wiggled your eyebrows at him. "Try this! It doesn't even taste like alcohol."

You were right, and with every cocktail you shared they would taste less and less like alcohol and more and more like unlimited room service, until he was sat beside you in the huge hotel bed, both of you in various states of undress and gorging on stuff you nor he had tried before, until you fell asleep on top of each other.

Remus rolled the suitcase down the hotel steps, feeling like he'd been run over by a tractor. Or a steamroller. Or a train.

"Oh my god," you said, squinting into the sun. "Why is hotel checkout always so bloody early?"

You'd been awakened by a knock at the door to say that checkout was in an hour, so please could you make sure the room is ready for our cleaners, thank you.

Remus had looked at you, noticed the crab leg in your hand, and burst into raucous laughter. You were still red from the embarrassment now, and couldn't bare to meet his eyes. "Come on, dove, I was in a similar state of disarray!"

Remus was being charitable. He'd woken up with way less seafood on his person, though he'd been shirtless and with only one shoe.

You'd ditched the dresses today to wear a pair of trousers not dissimilar from his own and a vest he could've sworn he'd seen you wearing as pyjamas, a light, soft green with lace trim and then a borrowed flannel from his clothes overtop, in case it's windy Remus.

He suspected you just wanted to wear his clothes and he would never have stopped you. Your little silver necklace with a small shiny stone the colour of your birthstone dipped down between the valley of your chest.

"If we charm the suitcase really small we could go to the fairground," he suggested, stopping by your side. You had a bobble in your mouth, in the process of scraping your hair up into a ponytail.

"That would be so fun!" you agreed once you'd finished. "I don't know a spell for that though. Do you?"

He would've done it in the room but you'd been in such a rush to square up the bed, spell away the embarrassing signs of indulgence, and get ready for the day that it had slipped your mind. He pulled you into an alleyway and laughed at your suggestive glance, spelling the suitcase so it was the size of a 50 pence piece.

"Will our stuff stay small forever now?"

"No, I don't think so. Just don't lose it."

"I'm not carrying it! I'll definitely lose it."

"Here," he said. He tapped the suitcase with the tip of his wand and the handle turned into a circle of metal similar to a keychain clip. He attached it to one of your belt loops.

You awed at it. "It's so cute. We should've done this when we came."

"Then we would've been the couple with no baby and no luggage."

"They would've been like, damn, who's that hot rake and his chick? They're really slumming it."

"So many things wrong with that sentence," he said, throwing his arm over your shoulder. "Not sure where to start."

You giggled, letting him steer you through the holiday park grounds until the sound of screaming became apparent. The fairground came into view quickly, the top of the helter-skelter peeking over the huge colourful gates. The attractions were all more than popular, kids weaving through the adults and more prams than you'd ever seen in one place.

"I can't imagine Harry on any of these," Remus said, eyeing the Waltzers with mild fear.

"What, not even the dive bombers?" you joked.

Remus pointed at the cage ride labelled the Roundup. "I think wizards would go mad for that one."

You grinned. "Imagine trying to explain some of these to a pureblood."

"You should've seen Sirius his first time on the Hurricane Jets. Severely underwhelmed."

"I wish I'd seen it," you said, nodding. "I've seen him flying. Dude makes quidditch look like an extreme sport."

"That's 'cause you haven't seen me fly," he remarked. You'd walked deep into the crowd now, both of your eyes travelling over the attractions, the huge funhouse that boasted a show like no other.

"I have."

He almost clicked his neck from how quickly he turned to you. "You have?"

"Course I have. In school, when you subbed in for Sirius."

He pulled the collar of his shirt from his neck. "I'm not a brilliant beater."

"I fancied you a little bit, back then. Especially after seeing you hit a bludger at Kensington."

He squeezed your shoulder. "I fancied you a little bit back then too. Maybe more than a little."

You turned to him with poorly concealed excitement. "You did?" you asked curiously.

"You want to go in the fun house?"

"Don't change the subject!"

You went to the fun house. Remus carefully moved your attentions to other things until you'd forgotten (or at least had the generosity to drop the subject) that he said it at all, laughing at your stretched out and squeezed appearance in the trick mirrors.

Remus' inability to cross the rolling floors almost made you weep from glee, crossing your legs and crouching down to avoid wetting yourself. Once you managed to calm down you extended your hands out to him to help him cross the sliding metal bars. Then you climbed the moving steps behind him, almost falling and slamming into his thighs.

You gripped his waist and huffed. "I just met God," you told him worriedly, voice high.

"What did he say?" he asked amusedly.

"He said you tease me too often."

"Did he now?" he asked, helping you back down the stairs and to the giant wooden hamster wheel, which you both stared at in fear.

You stepped into it hesitantly. The wheel started moving almost instantly. You held your hand out to Remus desperately and he let himself get pulled in. At once, you both began walking and then jogging, and he only laughed a little when you fell over, mostly because he then fell over himself, which he didn't find as funny.

You emerged from the funhouse clammy and covered in new bruises. Remus didn't care, ushering you over to the ice cream stand in the middle of the park where you both got ice lollies that dripped down your hand and stained his sleeve. He couldn't find it in himself to mind when you kissed him and tasted, so sweet, like cherry brandy.

The next day you were awoken by a howler. “You do realise,” James’ voice said, half mad and half humorous, “that all inclusive means there’s a dining hall where you can go for lunch. Not that room service is free. How can you not know that?”

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lustsickforyou · 2 years

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i just binge read all the chapters and i’m obsessed!!

baby fever, part 3 [Remus Lupin x reader]

word count: 12k

summary: “You like that?"

“I like it,” you practically babbled.

“I know you do, baby.”

tags: marauders era, smut, nsft, friends with benefits with feelings, she/her pronouns used for reader, fem reader, 18+ only please

read part one and part two here

It was Marlene's birthday this weekend.

You and Marlene weren’t especially close as cousins go. You liked each other, looked out for each other when you could and told each other the gossip when you had it, but you didn’t hang out or plan to go places together, so you weren’t sure what to get her as a gift.

You were in James' kitchen. Lily took Harry for a day out with her mother and Sirius was busy at the farmer's market. You had no idea where Remus was and felt as though asking James would be enough for him to crack you open.

He'd invited you over on the pretense of needing "smaller hands" for the frog Palace. You didn't think your hands were all that small, but it was only an excuse, so far. You hadn't even seen the Palace yet, and you'd been there for two hours.

He had a radio screeching away in the other room, muggle rock, Sirius' doing. The day was brisk and bright, the Potter kitchen shining a blinding white despite how homely and welcoming it was. James was suggesting gift ideas.

"Is she in need of a pet? I know a guy who owns upwards of 11 frogs."

"I can't regift her one of Harry's frogs."

James flopped back in his chair, long hand braced against his forehead in stress. "Good lord. I can't do this anymore, Y/N. It's just too many frogs."

You leaned your elbow on the table, chin in your hand. "You're not very grateful."

"Be careful of your next words, love."

"It can't be that hard. Surely they just live in your garden and eat grass and swim a bit."

"It can't be that hard! You won't mind taking one home then?" he said, kicking his heel against the floor.

You hesitated. "As much as I would love to say yes, I'm sure one jump towards me would do my nerves in."

"Yes, you are rather flighty."

You grumbled at him. "That's not the word I would use."

"What word would you use?"

You were silent.

"Jumpy?" he supplied.

"I don't want to speak to you anymore."

"Suits me."

You giggled, bringing your drink to your mouth in an effort to hide it.

"Flinch-prone?"

"That's terrible," you criticised, swallowing.

He flashed a brilliant grin at you, pushing out of his chair. "Come on, let's sort these frogs out before Lily's back."

It was an easy task that he had for you. The frog Palace was smart, a little wooden home filled with leaf litter and a swimming pool. You were almost in awe, not having expected such a fuss. Your job was to fit the window-shaped holes with tiny plastic windows.

It was punishing on your hands. Within half an hour you were bleeding under one of your fingernails, full of splinters and slightly agitated.

"This is ridiculously fiddly," you complained.

James was searching for frog number 7. "But what an excellent grade you'll get on your assignment, Miss McKinnon."

You pushed a window into the little frame, tugging and pushing and tugging so it fit just right. He must've measured and cut each on with care as they fit so snugly. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, feeling fond. What an excellent father he had turned out to be.

You gasped. Where you hadn't been looking, hadn't been careful, you'd forced the thick plastic on both sides and it had snapped down the middle, catching the meat of your palm unforgivingly.

You pulled a sharp edge from your hand, watching in surprise as a big bead of blood came with it. The bloody trail traveled down your hand and soiled the cuff of your jumper.

"Flighty," James said again pointedly. He trudged over from his search to assess the damage. "Need to clean that for sure. Quick, no! Leave the windows. We'll fix it after. Get inside."

You felt immeasurably guilty. "Sorry, James. I wasn't looking, I'll-"

"Shush, would you? They were easy to make."

He led you back into the kitchen with your wet shoes, pouring hydrogen peroxide over the small wound. You hissed, eyes burning with unshed tears.

"That hurt more than the cut itself," you whined.

James laughed at you. "I bet it did."

"Don't laugh, I'll never help you out again."

He put a much too small plaster over the cut and tapped it with his finger. "Boom, fixed. You're welcome."

The front door pushes open, a voice calls down the hallway. "Prongs, do you have any - Y/N?"

"Hi, Remus," you said, tucking your injured hand out of sight.

He looked as handsome as ever despite ashen face, leaning against the kitchen doorway. You hadn't seen him in almost two weeks, though he'd phoned you a few times, as you'd been busy making final changes for your book.

"Hi yourself. Finally escaped?"

"Yeah, no work for me for a few days."

"Oh, brilliant. I was thinking we could-"

"Is this the royal 'we'?" James asked, raising his eyebrows.

Both you and Remus made eye contact and burst out laughing.

James was immensely testy from that moment on. “I hate you both. I wish I never let you mess around. Now I get ganged up on by literally everyone in my life.”

“You didn’t let us do anything, Prongs. Y/N’s a big girl, she makes her own decisions.”

“Totally,” you said, enjoying how the further tag-teaming was distressing James. “We’re all grown up, Dad. Stop ruining our lives.”

James threw his hands up in the air and stomped off up the stairs.

“Shall we follow him?” you asked.

“No, he’s alright. What’s with the hand?”

“Oh, this?” you asked, holding your hand up. “Toad palace.”

“Fucking toad palace,” Remus said under his breath. He took your hand in his, turning it left and right. “He’s ruined your lovely hands.”

Your hands were battered. “I have splinters,” you said unhappily.

Remus turned to look through the first aid kit James had left open by the sink. He procured a pair of steel tweezers.

He took your hand in his with the delicate touch you’d come to expect from him. Your eyes drifted to the skin stretched taut over his knuckles. He had nice hands, and it was hard to forget what they’d done to you the last time you’d been intimate. You shifted from foot to foot.

“Will it hurt?”

He looked up from examining your hand. “What? Maybe a little. Don’t worry, dove, I’ll be gentle.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

He stood so close you could see the smallest squint of his eyes, the barest of smiles. “I thought you liked it like that.”

He pulled a tiny splinter from your index finger, then another.

“This can’t possibly be safe for the frogs,” he murmured.

James stomped all the way downstairs. “For you, Sir Moony, my finest pepper-up. Bon appetit.”

He was still focused on your hands, but he managed a distracted thanks out the side of his mouth. James was pleased enough, flicking the kettle on with a wave of his wand. The kettle began to whistle obediently.

Remus must’ve managed to remove tens of splinters by the time James had made tea. Your hands felt worse for it, and your nails were still ragged and chipping. You’d have to take special care of them for weeks now. Still, anything for friendship.

Remus was discreet in taking the pepper-up potion. He looked a little better quickly, color coming back into his face.

“Rough night?” you asked.

“Just tired,” he said softly. He looked more than tired, like the energy had been stolen from him completely. You felt yourself soften, wanting to offer some comfort but not knowing how. Whatever it was that was ailing him, he could handle it. He’d done so for years now before you knew him. He was a tough dude.

Your eyebrows pinched together in sympathy despite yourself. James jostled your shoulder.

“He’s fine. Stop worrying so much, Y/N. He’ll be right as rain to knock your socks off in a few days.”

You felt your mouth open of its own accord. “I don’t care if he’s alright to fuck me, dickhead. I care how he is, he’s my friend.”

“Friend who can’t stop having sex with you at my house.”

“Technically, last time wasn’t here,” Remus piped up, stretching. “Only the seduction.”

“Brilliant,” James said. “That makes me feel much more clean.”

You wanted to say something witty, funny, impress them, but all you could think of was Remus. You blushed, putting your face in your hands. They’d be the end of you.

“You’ll be at Marlene’s this weekend?” you asked Remus, struggling with the zip on your coat with your hurting nails.

He frowned, reaching forward to do it for you. “No, I… I have some things to do.”

The way he’d hesitated, like he’d gone to say something else, gave you pause. You picked stray hairs off your skirt, trying to sound nonchalant. “That’s alright. I’ll miss you there. I mean - not that I miss you. Or that I don’t!” you panicked. “Just that it will be boring without you.”

He still looked poorly. He placed both hands on your shoulders, eyes warm. “I’ll miss you too. Next weekend?”

“Okay,” you said, voice high.

“Good,” he said. You waited for a kiss goodbye that never came, watching him walk down to the disapparation point sullenly.

“You’re in trouble,” James said.

“Tell me about it,” you murmured under your breath.

You didn’t look as nice the night of Marlene’s party as you had at other parties. You knew exactly what it meant when you couldn’t be bothered to dress up. You’d been on nail repair for days, trying to salvage them. They were shorter than before and the skin a-of your hands was still battered but you’d repainted them to a nice shiny, blushy pink to stay natural.

You wore simple beige trousers, a desaturated blue vest top with lace trim and a darker blue shirt over the top, unbuttoned. You did your hair with little care for perfection.

You’d decided to get Marlene a bottle of her favourite alcoholic drink in the end, feeling like a bad cousin.

There weren’t many familiar faces to be seen that night. Lily had stayed home with Harry, James and Sirius were similarly absent along with Remus. You entertained small talk with the Longbottom’s for an hour and then went home, unhappy with the realisation you came to.

You didn’t really seem to have many friends.

School friends weren’t the same anymore. You knew each other, but now that you didn’t see each other every day of the week, there was nothing to say.

Remus had a life, a big one, outside of you, and of course you knew that without any malicious force. But you felt sad that you didn’t have that yourself.

You called him the next morning, feeling lonely but not wanting to show it, craving his attentions.

He sounded like he’d been dragged through the wringer.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine," he said, sounding like he didn't believe it himself.

You could hear a voice in the background, manly, not familiar. You squeezed your eyes closed. You knew he had other lovers. You knew that ever since the first time. Still you hadn't expected him to answer the phone while a guy was still there.

"Are you, are you busy?"

"No, Y/N. Is something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to hear your voice." Admitting that, knowing he wasn't alone, made you feel as though you might throw up.

You pushed the hard pretzels you'd been snacking on away, abruptly as your appetite fled you.

"Are you sure? Do you want to come over?"

"Now?" you asked, flabbergasted.

"Sure. My dad's going home soon."

Your hand flew to your mouth. You leaned your head against the wall, hitting your forehead repeatedly.

"What's that sound?"

"It's nothing. Nothing. Are you sure you're well enough for visitors?"

"Visitors," he repeated, laughing to himself. You didn't understand why. "Come over."

"Yeah, okay."

"See you soon." Click.

You rubbed the red spot on your head and a manic laugh bubbled out of you. Godric, you'd drive yourself to madness over this boy. His father of all people.

You thought about how you felt as you got dressed. It wasn't fair for you to be upset over his sex life, was it? You'd never agreed to any exclusivity. Especially when he wasn't even having sex to begin with, he was just sick. Flaring up while you gnaw yourself to the bone from envy.

You felt so guilty and embarrassed about being jealous that you had to lean over the railing by his flat and breathe through your nose until your heartbeat regulated.

It took you a long time to remember what floor he lived on and longer for him to open the door.

It was a fascinating sight. He was tired, leaning against the wall. Soft t-shirt full of holes and two day stubble.

You dropped your bag on the floor, wrapping your arms around him lightly. He hugged you back with one arm.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you pulled away quickly. "Nothing, I'm sorry."

You encouraged him to get back into bed, and he did, although he refused to lie down. "I can sit, Y/N. I'm not that ill."

He was bleeding through his shirt. You didn't know whether to mention it. He didn't even look like he had enough energy to get hurt, so why was he?

You'd seen his naked chest. He had all types of scars, all lengths, no part of him untouched. You looked at him, thinking. Sick all the time, covered in scars like claws.

It clicked so suddenly you had to turn your head to look away from him.

Remus Lupin was a werewolf. Last night had been the full moon.

Oh, Remus, you thought. You were overpowered by the ache to hug him, but you settled for sitting by his side, throwing one leg over his. Moony, you thought. ‘It's a long story.’

"Is there anything I can do?" you asked him, staring up into his face.

He assessed your expression. "I'm alright. I promise you."

"You just look so tired," you said weakly, chuckling. You lifted a hand to push the hair from his face though you knew you shouldn't.

"I'll be okay in a few days."

"Until the next time."

"Until next time," he agreed. He took your hand into his. "I wish you'd tell me what's wrong."

"You're half bed-ridden bugging me about how I am," you laughed, squeezing his hand. "Sort out your priorities."

"I like my priorities."

“Whatever,” you mumbled, sliding down so you were flat on your back.

“Forgive me, but you seem cranky today.”

“I’m not cranky, I’m worried about you.”

Remus laid down too, hissing. He moaned when he finally came to a stop, turning his head so you were face to face. You frowned at him again. The little bleeding spot on his shirt hadn’t gotten any bigger so you left him alone on that front.

“Why’d you ask me over?” you asked, searching for a truth you didn’t actually want.

“I like your company,” he said, smirking. “Why’d you think?”

“Guess.”

“As much as I’d like to, I don’t think I could handle it. I can’t keep my eyes open,” he said lowly.

You left his bed in search of a book, intending to read aloud to cover your racing thoughts. He made a sound at your hands coming apart that he had no right to make. You picked up his roughed up cover of A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

It felt like something so special, you held it like a new born baby, despite evidence that suggested he might not be so kind to it. You sat down next to him again, flicking it open to the first page. He pressed his forehead against your knee.

You didn’t start reading immediately, content to scan through his annotation. He protested. “Read out loud, dove.”

You sighed like this was a great inconvenience to you.

“Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun…”

As you spoke, his hand crept up so that it was resting on your ankle, then your calf. His head fell, and not too long after he was asleep. You read aloud anyways until your voice cracked and your mouth tasted funny, too worried he might wake up.

Your back ached. You didn’t dare to move in case you jostled Remus. Plus, you liked watching him sleep. He was handsome even if he looked a bit peaky.

You suddenly felt overwhelmingly sad. Remus was a werewolf, you were almost sure of it. Why else could he be so sick and so injured at the same time now that he lived alone? And the full moon couldn’t just be a coincidence, could it?

You thought back to that conversation you had at the Potter Christmas party about puppies, laughing wetly. God, he probably thought you were so stupid.

You did really want his puppies, though. In the future.

He flinched in his sleep. You brought a hand to his face to rub his hair backwards, a repetitive motion, hand soft against his skin, pleased when he stilled again.

It must be so hard to be a werewolf. Because of people, but because it was your own body working against you, stealing your choice and your mind. You never felt as sad as you did at that time, not for yourself or anyone else in the world. The pain rippled in your chest. You thought back to small Remus, always so sick, and felt immeasurably upset. It wasn’t fair.

He’d shown you a lot of kindness and made you really happy for the last few weeks, and you would admit to yourself you fancied him madly. Despite this, you thought it was the kind of thing that would still make you sad. You inhaled harshly, looking up at the ceiling to blink away tears.

When you were sure he wouldn’t wake up, you got to work. His flat was clean enough but you were going to make it shine. His clothes were organized in the way that a guy who hadn’t long ago been a teenager would so you refolded and pressed the corners. You washed every cup in the sink and scrubbed the floor down with a scouring sponge. You dusted every surface you could find.

He didn’t have a lot of food, but definitely enough for a soup. You called your mother from his telephone and had her whisper instructions on how to make something edible.

You cleaned up after yourself and set the soup to simmer on the stovetop. It was late evening by the time you’d finished, your arms aching. You didn’t let it get to you. Imagine what Remus is feeling right now, you thought. This was hardly hard work.

You climbed back into bed with him, curling in a ball so that his head was level with your sternum, like two interlocking commas, watching his chest move up and down.

You almost drifted off, hoping that when he woke up he’d feel better. He roused slowly, his movements alerting you. You pretended you hadn’t almost been sleeping yourself, and allowed him some privacy, continuing your charade by flipping the book open to a random page.

“Can you smell that?” he asked.

“What?” you whispered.

He opened his bleary eyes fully. “Did you make something?”

“Soup,” you answered, giving up on the book.

He pushed up onto an elbow. “What kind?”

“I just used what was in your freezer, mostly. Like minestrone without the pasta.”

“Hmm,” he said.

“How do you feel?”

“Less tired. Listen, you didn’t have to make anything.”

“I wanted to… if that’s okay.”

He looked adorable. “It’s okay. It’s nice. I forgot how nice you are.”

“You forgot?”

He backtracked. “I mean… in Hogwarts, you were the girl who would do anything for someone if they asked. Homework and tutoring and taking the heat. I don’t want to take advantage of your niceness.”

“I don’t remember being like that.”

“You wouldn’t, it’s second nature to you.”

You smiled affectionately at him. “You can rest easy, Remus. It’s just soup.”

“I’m talking about more than soup.”

‘’We’re friends, aren’t we? The ‘friends’ part of friends with benefits is caring about you.”

“And making me soup.”

“And making you soup, loser.”

“Don’t push it.”

You went home that night although he offered for you to stay. You had no idea if it was the right move to stay or leave so you made up a lie about seeing one of your friends. He called you the next day and the day after, both times sounding lethargic. The fourth day he sounded well enough.

You took the plunge.

“I made paella but it’s a really ridiculous amount because I don’t understand portion sizes. Do you want to come over and watch Rocky III on video?”

“Sure, Y/N.”

He looked happier when he arrived than he had in a while.

He had flowers. More than the single bloom he'd given you weeks ago, a bouquet. Ragged and windblown, but a bouquet all the same.

"It's to say thanks for organising my clothes. You folded my underwear, you weirdo."

You laughed nonsensically, bringing the flowers up to your nose. You actually knew this flower - gardenias. Big white gardenias with blue baby's breath.

"Thanks," you said breathlessly. "They're lovely."

You took one of the petals between your fingers lovingly. They felt soft as silk. When you looked up, Remus had a thoughtful look on his face.

Thankfully you'd had the good sense to clean your bedroom. You shouldered open the door, leaving him at the threshold. On your bedside table was a cup of water and the single violet rose he'd given you, still living unhappily. The cup was slightly too short for the bouquet but you didn't suppose it mattered, slotting them in. You'd only changed the water this morning so you hoped it would be fine.

You pushed the violet rose front and centre and turned to grin brilliantly at Remus.

"They're so nice. Thank you."

He ducked his head. “You’re welcome.”

“I have to heat up the paella again. Do you know how to do the VCR?”

“My mum was a muggle, so yes. I understand it just fine,” he said, smiling.

Was, he’d said. She wasn’t around anymore. Goodness, could things get anymore heartbreaking for this boy? you asked yourself.

“I watched a lot of videos when I was a kid,” he said.

“Really?” you asked, walking an inch apart.

“A lot. Like, a ridiculous amount.”

“You didn’t go out much?”

You were turned away from him, dishing out the paella into big bowls. When he didn’t answer you turned around to watch him fiddling with the tv.

“Not really,” he said eventually, as though settling for half an answer.

You nodded though he didn’t see. No, you couldn’t imagine he did.

“What was your favorite?

He hesitated. “Have you ever seen the Gnome-Mobile?”

“No,” you chuckled to yourself. “Somehow, that one escaped me.”

“I liked it very much. What was your favourite movie growing up?”

You thought about it as you pulled your wand out, casting a warming spell over your food. “I liked ‘Hello, Dolly!’”

“Hello, Rudey,” he began, not quite singing. “Well hello, Harry.”

“It’s so nice to be back home where I belong,” you sang back.

“You’re lookin’ swell, Manny.”

“I can tell, Danny.”

“You're still glowin', you're still crowin', you're still goin' strong!” you said together. He chuckled at your dramatic rendition.

“Dolly was so pretty. I was enamored with her - I wanted to be like her so badly I used to go in my mother’s room because she had one of those big stand up mirrors and I’d do all her sultry poses,” you told him, using a tea towel to carry the hot dishes into the living room.

You put them down on the coffee table. Remus had put Rocky III in the player no problem, waiting for you to come in before he pressed play on the player.

You sat cross-legged on the floor in front of one of the bowls. He followed your lead, though he didn’t cross his legs so much as you, keeping one leg straight.

“My mother loved Hello, Dolly!. She must’ve watched it a hundred times one summer,” he said quietly, with the steady voice of someone telling you something important.

You toyed with your food. Remus took a big bite. “She’s gone now?” you asked, knowing the answer.

“Last Autumn.”

“I’m sorry.”

He smiled at you earnestly. “It’s not your fault. She was sick for a long time.”

“I hope she didn’t hurt too much.”

“She didn’t.”

“What was her name?”

“Hope.”

You ate in silence for a while. You swallowed, hoping to fill the silence.

“And - and your father? What does he do?”

“He works for The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Since I was little.”

“He must be very important.”

“He’s always busy,” he said agreeably.

The movie went on. You gave up halfway through your paella to lie down on the floor. You ignored the television to stare at Remus. He was incredibly attractive like this, languid. You watched in unbridled adoration as his eyes followed the characters, his long lashes fluttering with his moving. He was a little stiff, probably from the injury to his chest from days ago and his transformation.

“...you gotta want to do it for the right reasons. Not for the guilt over Mickey, not for the people, not for the title, not for money or me, but for you. Just you. Just you alone.”

Every time you remembered he was a werewolf you felt a little twinge of pain, though as the days wore on and you got used to the idea you just felt acceptance. You wanted to tell him you knew and that it was okay, and you didn’t care what society said because he was beautiful and kind and gentle.

“And if I lose?”

His hand was stretched out across the floor, half an inch from your own. You really thought about ignoring it, turning your eyes away and watching the film like you knew you should, but you couldn’t. You stretched your hand forward as much as you were able, nudging his fingers with your own.

“Then you lose. But at least you lose with no excuses, no fear. And I know you can live with that.”

He threaded his fingers through yours without saying a word,

“I’ve never seen the movies before this,” Remus admitted once the film drew to a close.

You gasped at him. “Remus! Why didn’t you say?”

“I didn’t think it mattered,” he laughed. You shook your head at him, stacking up your discarded plates and drinks to scrub in the sink.

“There’s a spell for that,” Remus teased.

You wrinkled your nose at him. “Have you ever eaten from a plate that’s been cleaned with magic? It’s clean, but the mind knows you haven’t washed it.”

“The mind knows,” he echoed. “Stop, stop,” he grabbed the brush from your hand, “I’ll do that.”

“Then what will I do?”

“What do you usually do after dinner?” He said, turning the hot tap on.

There was no point in standing there to watch him. You went back to the living room to square up the cushions, push the coffee table into a straight line. What did you do after dinner? Usually you got ready for bed, finding ways to waste time until you were tired or bored enough to sleep.

You abandoned the living room for your bedroom in a plight for your nail care bag. It was only a small bag. A circle shaped tin of cuticle wax, a small dropper bottle of oil and the tapered angle brush you used to apply it, your sheer red-to-pink bottom coat and clear top coat.

You used the wax first. It had been a struggle to fix your skin since the splinter’s you’d suffered at James’ garden. You tucked one leg up to lean on, rubbing and wiping the wax until your cuticles felt suitably balmed.

You painted them next. Remus walked in, eyes softening at the sight of you blowing on your nails. He sat at the end of your bed.

“You want me to do yours?” you asked him.

“I’m not sure there’s a point, they’d be ruined by tomorrow.”

You laughed. Once the pinky bottom coat had dried, you unstoppered the top coat, using your utmost concentration to neatly paint to the edges of your nails.

If Remus was bored, he didn’t complain.

“You do this a lot?” he asked you.

“My ‘perfect hands’ need a lot of attention,” you said, quoting what he’d said after your frog palace injury. The cut to your palm had scarred now, a smooth pink triangle.

“I can think of other places that require attention,” he said, sidling up to your side.

“My nails are wet!” you protested, holding them up.

“You’ll have to stay very still,” he simpered, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Remus-“

“I know, it’ll be hard for you. I’ll make it up to you.”

You both laughed, thought you sounded more stressed out than he did. He moved to kiss you on the lips fully, achingly gentle, using his left hand to tilt your head, opening you up like a blooming flower. You could feel your pulse hammering through you.

He turned his head as though wading through water.

You felt silly doing nothing with your hands so you placed them down on the bed sheets.

He broke the kiss. “Be careful.”

It sounded more like a threat than a warning. You nodded without thinking, breathing hard.

His right hand was gripping your thigh, and as he nudged your face up to ruin your neck, it traveled higher, until your skirt was pooled against your stomach and if you could see, you knew your underwear would be exposed.

His teeth grazed your pulse point, his hand traced a line at the beginnings of your underwear. It was a monumental injustice that you could only sit there and be ravished.

You moved a hand and he pulled away. You mourned the loss of him.

“Don’t ruin your nails,” he reprimanded.

You put your hand back down obediently. He tried to keep a serious expression as he returned and failed. You could feel his smile against your skin as he kissed you.

“How long does that stuff take to dry?” he asked.

“Not long.”

“That’s too bad, I like playing with you like this.”

“I like being played with.”

He pulled back to look you in the eyes. “You do, huh, pretty baby? You like it?”

“Yes,” you said, closing your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be embarrassed. A pretty girl like you should always say what she wants, and a guy like me should always give it to her.”

You loved when Remus spoke like this. It was so different from his polite, gentlemanly demeanour otherwise. You felt like you were in on some private secret.

He held your face in his hands, your own pressed into the mattress. He encouraged you backwards, towering over you to bring one knee between your legs.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he said.

You opened your eyes, saying in a voice barely loud enough to be heard. “Don’t say stuff like that if you don’t mean it.”

“I do mean it. Y/N,“ - his hands moved to your hair, pushing it all back from your face - “I’m not teasing you. You’re ethereal, understand?”

You swallowed, nodded.

“An angel,” he said. “Not just because we’re like this. Not because I want to fuck you.”

“But you will, won’t you?” you implored, pressing one of your fingertips atop the other. Your nails were dry.

“I’d do anything you asked me to,” he said.

You covered one of his hands with your own and smiled so wide it made your eyes squint shut. He kissed the edges of it, the the middle, kissing you so deeply you forgot to breathe. His knee inched up, up until you were whimpering in his mouth.

“You like that?”

You moved your hips down on him in answer. His hand came up under the edge of your shirt. He pushed his thumb deep into your skin, rubbing a half circle there. The simple motion stole your breath, made you feel more safe than anything else. Even when he wanted you he was tactile, loving even when he was rough.

He pushed his hand past the elastic of your underwear. His touch was so soft it tickled. You jumped under his touch. He smirked to himself at the wetness he found there.

“Oh, you’re done for.” He climbed off of you, pulling your skirt down as he went. You pulled your shirt over your head with your elbow and he helped pull it from your hair.

He leaned forward as if to start again and you stopped him. “I’m always the first to be naked,” you reached out, fingers at the bottom of his shirt. He let you pull it off without argument, though he was seemingly nervous at the sight of his own chest. You pressed your hand flat, touch light, against his chest, against scars.

He pulled his trousers off and then there you were, two idiots in underwear and socks, grinning at each other.

He pulled your socks off, kissing your ankle, your calf. He kissed the side of your knee and your thigh, and then he kissed your dampening underwear, right at the centre of you. You went a little dizzy with lust, barely processing that he was pulling your smalls off too.

You reached back to unclip your bra, exposing your chest. He licked your nipple and you held your breath. He blew cold air on you, laughing when your nipple peaked. He gave the other the same treatment, though this time he took you in his mouth to roll the bud between his teeth.

It sent butterflies straight to your abdomen and crotch. You pushed the hair out his eyes.

Pleased at his treatment he set you free with a lewd pop.

You sat up, intent on kissing him silly again before he could protest. He pulled you to him where he kneeled, wrapping his arms around your back. You folded your own arms around his neck, pleased at being higher up than he was.

You could feel the shape of him through his boxers pressed against your core. He rocked his hips, spreading slick everywhere. You broke the kiss to pant into the side of his neck, distracted by his moving. He lowered one hand, probing the soft skin of your cunt. He started with one finger although it quickly progressed to two as you were already relaxed from his wet-nails game.

His hand cupped the bottom of your arse. Each time he entered you the surface of his palm would hit your skin, causing a riot of goosebumps to spread up your back and thighs. He noticed.

“Cold?”

“No.”

He pulled his boxers down to his knees. You buck against him, too eager. Your legs were squeezing tight around his thighs, trying your hardest not to grind down on him. He let you do as you pleased, arms returning to your back, positioning you just so.

You whined, certainly not above begging if need be. Remus thrust up in response. You felt yourself tighten around the head of his dick, mewling at the ecstasy of him spreading you open on top of him.

You bounced on him, using his shoulders to push yourself up and let yourself drop back down. He enjoyed this, making sounds in your ears that felt like they’d put you in an early grave. You dropped down so harshly you hurt yourself, freezing in his lap.

He froze too at your pained gasp. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” you said, eyes watering. “Too fast.”

“Here,” he said, pulling out. He pushed you back, back flat on the bed once again. “Want to stop?”

“No,” you shook your head vehemently. “It’s fine.”

“Are you sure, dove?”

“I’m sure, I swear it.”

He used the pad of his thumb to sweep circles on your aching clit. You can see his dick twitching at your panting breaths, gulping air to fight the sensation that was building.

You pushed your hips down, leaking cunt inching towards his dick. He braced himself on your hips and took it slow, spreading you open, laughing when your slick dribbled out. He was cautious, taking slow and shallow thrusts that had you sweating and begging him to move.

“I don’t want to hurt you again.”

“You didn’t hurt me, I hurt me. Please, go faster. Please,” the last please spurred him on, pleading as it was.

“Silly girl, this is why I tell you to stay still.”

“That’s ‘cos you like watching me squirm.”

He was refusing to bottom out, his thrusts quick, steady. Where he held himself above you, you watched his face contort in pleasure, his mouth opening as he rutted into you. You hooked your leg around his, arching your back in hopes of him fucking you deeper.

He took the hint, though he said, “tell me if I hurt you.”

“Doesn’t hurt,” you gasped out, hand gripping his arms so hard you worried you’d give him indentations from your fingernails. He stole your hand from his arm, the other from your side and held them high above your head, pressing them into the pillow. He rolled his hips forward in a deep thrust that hit the right spot.

“You like that? All fucked out like this, you’re fucking unbelievable. Unreal,” he said, voice silky smooth, his pelvis hitting you with enough force that the air rushed out of you.

“I like it,” you practically babbled.

“I know you do, baby.”

He used his free hand to abuse your clit, rough tight circles that brought tears to your eyes. You blinked them away, letting your legs fall to the side as you realised your climax was fast approaching, your abdomen on fire with the wind up.

It felt as though you were reforming around him, melding to the shape of him, and you didn't mind one bit.

You should have probably told him before it happened but it came on so fast, you couldn’t find the will to take in a breath. It ripped from you, and with it, you whimpered, “Oh, fuck.”

Your cunt contracted around him involuntarily, meaning that every thrust he took felt as though it was spearing you apart. You couldn’t form thoughts, though your mouth ran free.

“Your mother should’ve washed your mouth out,” he chastened, still working circles.

Your hands were indisposed, held up, your mouth unable to say what you were thinking, the second orgasm already beginning to dawn. You curled your hands into fists in his grasp.

You were almost limp beneath him, occasionally able to fuck your hips against him. Your legs were shaking, Remus’ thrust getting sloppier. You felt useless beneath him.

“Please, Remus,” you asked, eyes half-lidded.

“Please what?”

“Please, will you cum in me?” you begged.

“You want me to fill you up? Fill you up with puppies?” his hips stuttered against you.

“Please, please. I want your puppies. I want it.”

“Fill you up with my baby, hmm?”

You came as soon as he said it, the sound that escaped you almost panicked at the intensity of it, like you were trying to prevent it from happening - the force of it took you by surprise.

He was tired, you could tell, hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. You tugged your hands free to pull his head down to your level and kiss his lips. He rested his forehead against yours.

“Please cum in me. Please,” you said.

He groaned, rutting into you until you were sopping full of his cum. He immediately deflated, collapsing into your chest. You brought your hands up to card through the hair at the back of his head, giggling at the feeling of his dick still inside you.

You felt as though one wrong move would send you over the edge, both of you catching your breath.

“You were more tired than I thought,” you said quietly.

“You come to my house looking like an angel when I can’t do anything about it and thought I wasn’t gonna fuck you as soon as I could? Grow up a bit, I beg,” he said.

“Someone’s cranky,” you said, teasingly moving your hips around him. He hissed.

“I would’ve given you head, just say the word.”

He tightened his arms around your waist. You liked the weight of him on top of you.

“As generous an offer as that is, your cunt is addictive. And your face. And the sounds you make,” he said, rolling off of you. You missed his warmth immediately, though you enjoyed the feeling of his dick pulling free, all the cum he’d fucked into you dripping out.

You brought your knees up to reach down and push a finger inside yourself, pushing the cum out and onto your bedsheets. They were a lost cause anyway at this point.

Curious and feeling lewd, you brought your fingers to your mouth and licked them inquisitively.

Remus brought a pillow over his face and groaned. You smiled, the sound sending little twitches to his dick.

You reached out tentatively, pumping a hand up and down his slick shaft. He hardened slowly under your touch, abandoning the pillow over his face to watch you.

You leaned on your side to kiss the skin of his stomach. He brought a shaky hand up to tangle in your hair.

You worked his shaft like all the sex-positive magazines said to, up and down and right to left, delighting in the precum you worked out of the tip. His hips bucked up into your hand.

"Stay still," you said, mocking him. You got up onto one elbow, kissing the tip of his dick, spreading his precum on your lips to tease him. He whined, unable to stop himself when you opened your mouth form guiding your head down onto him. He did half the work for you, using your hair to encourage you up and down his shaft.

You felt the dribble from being unable to close your mouth dripping down your lips onto him, rivulets of spit pooling at the base of him. You used your other hand to take care of the bottom, using your spit as lube.

You must've done something he liked as he started bucking up into your throat. You gagged around him, coming up for air. He used his second hand to wipe the spit from your face.

"Pretty baby, so pretty," he murmured.

"Yeah?" you said, eyes wide, head of his dick bobbing against your lips. You let him fuck your mouth like that, not overly rough but enough to bring tears to your eyes, almost reaching the back of your throat. You coughed, spitting dribble down yourself, feeling it run down your neck and bridge sticky lines from your breasts to his sides.

You licked the bottom of his dick, kissing and slurping up the mess you were both contributing to, using your thumb to wipe little circles on the head of him. When you pulled away his dick had left a wet stripe up your face.

He was close, bucking and writhing with every move you made. You pulled his dick towards your face, increasing the speed of your palming until he moaned like a fire was lit beneath him, crying your name.

You tried to catch his cum on your face unsuccessfully, ending up with white in your eyelashes. He cooed, wiping it away with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, dove. Come here," he said. You pushed up and he hooked under your armpits, pulling you up towards his chest. He used the bottom of his palm to wipe the cum from your face.

"It looked cute though, right?"

"More than cute," he said. He kissed your nose. "Where are you learning these tricks?"

"You can thank Cosmopolitan for that one."

"Evil intrepid magazine."

"You liked it," you teased, lying on his chest so that you were looking up at him, almost cradled in his arms.

He pushed the hair from your face with the back of his finger in a motion that made your heart skip a beat. It was almost more intimate than any moment before.

He leaned down slowly, almost hesitating, using his nose to nudge yours. You tilted your head up obediently. With greater access now, he kissed you. Small kisses, open mouthed. Your hand traveled up his neck to rest at his jawline where you could feel the stubble coming in.

Eventually you were both too tired to keep kissing. You would've let him kiss you for days as long as he wanted to, but he really was tired from the full moon, you guessed, as he look half asleep.

You moved off of his chest to go find a wet towel. You came back in to find him where he was, almost dozing. You wiped all your body fluids off of him and pulled his boxers back up for him. You moved onto yourself, wiping down your legs and everywhere else that was covered in spit and wet and cum. Then you pulled his shirt on, a selfish, longing thing you absolutely didn't need to do. You didn't bother with underwear, knowing your sheets were soiled at this point and the underwear were damp anyways.

You pulled the blankets from under him, pulling them over both of you. You felt weak and knew as soon as you closed your eyes you'd drift off. Remus was already gone, but when you laid a hand softly on his chest, he pulled you close.

Someone was knocking on the door. You flinched awake, tripping over the duvet and yourself to find some bottoms. You got some clean underwear from your drawer, intending to answer the door whilst standing fully behind it.

You made your way down the hallway as the knocking increased.

You'd barely cracked the door open when Sirius burst in.

"McKinnon!" he said cheerily. "Sorry to bother you but dear old Remus has places to be today."

You shied away from him, knowing you smelled like sweat and sex and looked like both those things too. You could feel the mascara you'd forgotten to take off in the corners of your eyes.

"How'd you know he was here?"

"How did I know?" he laughed maniacally to himself. "'Oh, Pads, Y/N's asked me over. What do I wear? Do I get flowers?'" -he threw the back of his arm against his forehead dramatically- "'She's just so lovely isn't she, Pads?' Not that you aren't or anything Y/N, but it gets a bit long in the tooth when Mister Farmer’s Market won't stop pretending he doesn't fancy me."

You had to speed walk to keep up with him. He was almost to your bedroom door. He was cracking it open with force.

Remus blinked awake blearily. You grimaced at him in apology.

"Fuck off, Pads," he sighed, throwing his head back.

"We have things to do!"

"Like what?" you asked, pulling the edges of Remus' shirt to cover your bare legs.

"Motorcycle shopping," Remus groaned.

"Motorcycle shopping!" Sirius said simultaneously, beaming.

You blinked at them.

"This couldn't wait till afternoon?"

"Or tomorrow?" Remus asked.

"Time waits for no one, McKinnon. Not even you."

"Get out then, you prat," Remus said.

"Someone's cranky they won't get their morning turn."

Remus chucked a pillow at him.

You laughed, keeping to the edge of the room as Sirius left. You could hear him barging around your kitchen.

Remus made a sound of bone-deep tiredness, stretching. If your mouth wasn't dry before, it was now. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Remus search the floor for his clothes.

He looked puzzled at his missing shirt. You cleared your throat.

"You want it back?"

He took your head in his hands, looking down at you with infinite softness. "Any other time, I'd say no."

You pulled it off, sitting there in only your underwear. He put the shirt on and kissed your cheek as a thank you. Then he rifled through your wardrobe to find a replacement shirt for you.

"Here, dove."

You smiled to yourself and put it on. You skipped out on your skirt for a tight pair of trousers that flared out slightly at the bottoms that you knew made your legs look good.

Remus waited for you to finish before he made for the kitchen, even pulling your chair out for you. There was no performance to any of his kindness, he just did it.

Sirius was helping himself to a cup of tea.

"Don't look so sullen, Y/N," he reprimanded. "I made some for you too."

"My hero," you said dryly.

He smiled.

"I thought you already had a motorbike?" you asked.

"He does," Remus said morosely. "It's magical."

"It's broken," Sirius corrected. "I had a problem with a telephone pole. The bodywork is fucked, so it's a write off at this point."

You nodded like you understood, accepting a cup of tea from Sirius. It wasn't quite right, but you appreciated the sentiment.

Now that you were sitting you could feel the subtle ache between your legs. You moved a hand to your lower abdomen and massaged the flesh there.

Remus was slumped forward, using his arm to keep himself upward. He hissed when he moved too fast.

"What the fuck, you two? Did you beat each other up last night?"

"I was still tired from th- being ill." Remus coughed.

"Not that tired, evidently. Y/N's got a wobble on."

You cringed at his wording, massaging the bridge of your nose. "Sirius, can we not talk about this?"

"If you're horrified, imagine how I feel," Sirius laughed like this was all good fun. He widened his eyes at you pointedly.

"I don't know what you mean," you said tiredly.

"Remember what happened with Perkins? I can do worse."

"No, you can't," Remus said.

"I don't want you jinxing Remus because my legs hurt," you laughed.

"I should be hexing you, poor Moony looks half-dead."

"Blame Cosmopolitan magazine," you said offhandedly.

Remus left to go motorbike shopping, though you weren't sure what he knew about motorbikes. Maybe because his mother was a muggle he could help with the transaction side of things. Still, you didn't get it.

You almost asked to go with them and decided against it. That was a girlfriend thing to do, and you weren't his girlfriend.

He called you later in the evening to ask how you were feeling. You strongly avoided the urge to ask him to come back over that same night although you really, really wanted him to.

This is why when he asked if you wanted to come over the next day you couldn't get over yourself. Your ego ballooned, thinking you must have some amazing sultry presence for him to want to see you twice in one weekend.

You didn't bother looking too nice. Honestly, you didn't truly have the energy for it. You showered and cleaned yourself to an immaculate standard and blow dried your hair without styling it, using a miniscule amount of make-up (mascara, some concealer).

You worried a little outside his door whether that was the right thing to do. You were wearing a midi skirt and an old band t-shirt with an asymmetrical crop to it, just enough to show your midriff if you raised your arms. You hardly looked presentable.

Remus loved telling you how pretty you looked but most every time you saw him you were dressed up to the nines, even if it was supposed to look "natural", it was likely you were highly polished.

It was too late now. You knocked on his door quick, three light raps.

"Let yourself in, Y/N!"

That was always a good sign. You pushed into the flat, greeted by the smell of pesto and something heavier.

You'd brought him a daisy you'd seen while walking. It was suffocated by your nervous hands. You shrugged off your jacket and bag, leaving them by the shoe rack at the door to find Remus in the kitchen, pulling a tray from the oven with a tea towel.

There was a frying pan bubbling away on the stove. That was the source of the wonderful smell.

Remus was cooking for you.

You pushed your hair back with your hand hoping it fell nicely around your face, straightening your shirt. The sandals you wore felt even sillier.

Remus didn't look especially fancy, thankfully, wearing jogging bottoms and a navy short sleeve shirt with ‘made in 1960’ printed across the front.

He turned to you fully. "I made pasta."

"I can see that," you said. You both grinned unbridled at each other. "It smells amazing," you said.

"You want to try it?"

"Sure!" you took the spoon he offered out of his hand, gathering a nice spoonful of sauce and pasta. You blew on it, the steam coming off of it hotly.

"This is so nice," you complimented, almost shocked. "Where'd you learn to make this?"

"Cosmo," he joked.

You put the spoon down on the counter, craning your neck to look him in the face from standing so close. "Someone told me that's a great magazine."

"It's definitely up there. Along with Mizz and Teen Vogue."

"What girl's been whispering women's magazines in your ear?"

"No one," he said, unexpectedly earnest. "There's nobody but you."

You blushed, didn't know what to do with your hands. If he was telling the truth, that was exactly what you wanted to hear.

"Well, nobody else is making me pasta," you said, hoping he inferred what you meant.

His eyes softened at the edges, so you thought he did. He turned off the burners, pouring the pasta into two bowls. He gave you the bigger portion.

He wouldn't let you see what movie he'd put in the VCR player.

You watched in anticipation, legs tucked under you on the floor in front of his coffee table. He sat right next to you so that you could both have an optimal view of his TV, laughing out of his mind when you realised he'd found the Gnome-Mobile.

"This is awful," you said, almost dropping pasta down your shirt.

"This is a classic. Be respectful."

You ate every bite of your pasta, holding your bloated stomach in regret. Remus ate your leftover garlic bread, letting you lean on him in sympathy.

"That was a terrible mistake," you moaned into his shoulder.

He rubbed your arms compassionately. "You'll be okay, give it an hour."

Gnome-Mobile was one of the worst things you'd ever had the misfortune of watching. When it finished you celebrated, remembered how sickeningly full you were, and promptly groaned, holding your stomach.

Remus fussed.

"It's my own fault," you laughed at him.

"I still feel bad."

"Worth it," you muttered to yourself. He made a great bowl of pasta.

"I think we might be boring young adults," he said, leaning against the seat of the sofa. You blew hair off your face.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Well, people our age are out partying or something. What are we doing?"

"Watching world beloved cult classic Gnome-Mobile?"

He pushed the arm that was between you both back onto the sofa, clasping his own hands. "I should've taken you out somewhere."

"What? Remus, I'm having a great time."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

You squeezed his bicep. "Now, where's your cassette collection? I wanna see what you like."

Remus took you on a tour of all his favourite songs, stretched out on his bed to stare at his ceiling together. He had some classics and the a bunch of stuff you'd never heard.

You bobbed your head to KISS, singing the words passionately.

"Cos girl you were made for me…" you warbled.

"And girl I was made for you," Remus mouthed along. It was a funny time for your eyes to meet.

You didn't have it in you to sing the powerful chorus, choosing to laugh dizzyingly at his ceiling. Your eyes drifted to the posters on his wall, the trinkets on his desk. You suddenly remembered your own bedroom back home, your bouquet of flowers he'd given you.

"Oh, Remus! I have something for you. Stay here."

You had to climb over him to get off the bed. You collected your little unimpressive daisy from where you'd left it in the kitchen, forgotten by his fridge.

"Here," you said, crossing the threshold into his room.

"It's a daisy," Remus said. "Obviously. I don't know why I said that."

He stared at it for long enough you started to question if it was a bad idea.

"You know, daisy's have their own meaning," he said.

You quirked your eyebrows at him. "What do they mean?"

"White daisies symbolise hope and new beginnings."

"Yeah? What do the other colours mean?" you asked him, crawling back over his lap to sit next to him.

"Yellow daisies are for friendship. Pink daisies are for when you fancy someone, for gentleness. And red daisies are for passion."

"That's so cute," you said. He sat up and twisted the stem in his hand until the daisy blurred into a white circle.

When the daisy stopped turning, it was pink. You pursed your lips in confusion, failing to notice the wand in Remus' hand until he set it aside.

He offered it to you. "For you."

"You turned it pink," you said uselessly.

"I turned it pink."

"You fancy me?" you asked, struggling to get the words out.

"I do."

Tears welled in your eyes. You sniffled, holding the pink daisy in your hand like a precious gemstone. A mass of feelings came up to the surface. Remus fancied you. Remus didn't just want to have sex with you, he fancied you. Somebody, Remus, wanted you.

"Oh, Y/N, don't cry. I'm sorry, I don't want to upset you. Look, I know I'm not-"

"So I get to be your girlfriend?" you asked, pinning him with your gaze.

"What? You're not upset?"

You laughed wetly. "I like you too, Remus. A lot."

He pulled your free hand into his lap to hold. "Why are you crying?"

You wiped your eyes, daisy in hand. "I didn't think anyone liked me."

"I more than like you."

You grinned at him beatifically. "I can't believe it." He looked unhappy. You held your breath. "What?"

"I have something to tell you. Something important."

You nodded.

"And I understand if you don't want to see me anymore after, or if you hate me. But please, don't tell."

Your face crumpled in sympathy. "I already know, Remus," you said softly.

"That I-..."

You nodded.

"Who told you?"

"Nobody… I just worked it out."

"How long have you known?"

"The day I made you soup."

"That was pity soup?"

You spluttered. "No! That was I care about you soup. You're always tired and you were bleeding and, you know. When I thought about it, it made sense."

"Just so we're on the same page, you realise I'm-"

"You're a werewolf, Remus. I know," you finished for him.

"You don't care?"

You frowned. "Of course I don't." You flexed your fingers in his hand.

"It's okay if you do, Y/N. It's a scary thing."

You shook your head. "You'd never hurt me. Unless I asked you to."

He grinned, his face plastered in such obvious relief that it made your heart hurt. He deserved to always be accepted for who he was, and it was obvious that wasn't always the case.

"So, you're my boyfriend now?" you questioned.

"I'm your boyfriend," he said.

"Oh my god," you covered your face with your hands, smiling so hard you thought your face would split.

"I mean," his hand inched up your back. "Is it so surprising that I fancy you? I can't stop touching you, dove."

"I thought you were like that with everyone."

"No. Just you."

You weaved your arms around his shoulders. "Could you tell I fancy you?"

"A bit."

You flamed, pushing your blushing face into his hair.

"You did clean my entire flat."

You whimpered.

"And you dressed up so nice for me at the Leaky Cauldron, of all places."

You were dying of embarrassment, probably. You bit your lip.

"You're not so innocent yourself. How was I supposed to not fancy you? You made me look in two different mirrors to tell me how pretty I looked and then you bought me flowers."

"The whole point was to get you to fancy me, dolt."

"I thought you were this sweet on all your casual hookups."

"You're the only 'casual hookup' I've kissed fifty times every time I saw them."

You felt immeasurably pleased.

"You haven't kissed me once tonight."

He moved his hands from your waist to your face. "I've been preoccupied," he leaned in close. You shut your eyes. "Let me make it up to you," he whispered.

He kissed you. The rush of warmth that ran through you was palpable, intoxicating. He overwhelmed your senses, smelling like something soft and heady. The feeling of his hand running up and down your arm was enough to make you smile into the kiss. He smiled back, letting you push him down into the headboard behind him.

You let your hand travel down his torso to grasp the lean muscle under his shirt. Your hand teased the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath the fabric to trace a line up to his sternum. You trailed back down with the softest touch you could manage, relishing his shivers beneath you.

You broke the kiss, anticipating the changing in his ability to breath as you pushed your hand over the bulge of his dick in his trousers. You palmed him through the fabric, turning your gaze to the movements of your own hand.

He pulled your face towards him. "You're so fucking pretty."

You turned your face to peck his hand. "I look like shit."

"You're fucking perfect," he said firmly. "Perfect girl."

"You give me far too many compliments."

"I give you far too little," he denied.

He rose up to kiss you again. You drew a line at his waistband with your fingernail.

"Stop tickling me or I'm gonna tickle you back," he warned, holding your face in place so he could kiss you.

You didn't heed his warning, scratching lightly until he was shying away from your touch.

"We're finished," he said solemnly, snaking his hand under the fabric of your skirt. He used the pads of his fingers to tickle the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, zigzagging till he was a millimetre from your underwear. He teased the edge, running his fingers under the elastic.

Fine, you thought. If he wants to play dirty, I'll play dirty.

You let your hand dip under his waistband, keeping the lightest of touches, smoothing the flat of your hand against him lovingly.

You tried your best to stay on task, delighted at his hardening dick from your attentions, but Remus was making it increasingly difficult. He'd abandoned any pretense of tickling you and was instead using his long fingers to rub lines from your clit to your entrance, dipping in half an inch before travelling back up. It was maddening.

You'd given up on kissing for now as you were too busy concentrating. He dotted kissed down the curve of your neck to bite and suck your shoulder.

You pulled his dick free from the constraints of his underwear, enthused by the little dribble of precum that smattered the skin of your fingers.

Remus rested his forehead on your shoulder, panting. "I'm supposed to be winning."

"You definitely aren't," you told him, pumping his shaft much too smugly. "I like you like this, all needy."

"I've actually had enough of you," he said, laughing. You laughed too.

He grabbed the hand that you were using to touch him and pulled it away, shoving you enough that you got the idea to let yourself fall flat.

He pulled your skirt free to make it easier. You felt your eyebrows go up at the centre when he started pulling the pillows from under you.

"Lift your hips, pretty girl."

You did as he asked and he pushed the pillows beneath you so that your hips, cunt and upper thighs were elevated.

Godric, this was the trouble you'd feared. He pulled you underwear down next. You blushed at the wet string of slick that banded between your cunt and your underwear. Remus smiled smugly, tossing them gently next to your skirt on the ground.

"I'll ruin your pillows."

"Sacrifices," he said mournfully, leaning down to plant an open mouthed kiss on your clit. You gasped, fishing the sheets underneath you in one hand. When he didn't stop you covered your eyes with the back of your arm, keening.

"I knew you'd like that," he chuckled.

He fingered your cunt, licking hot wet stripes up the centre of you. When that wasn't enough, he located the bundle of nerves that was your clit with his tongue and manipulated it until you were a quivering mess underneath him.

"Remus…"

"What, baby?"

You only whimpered. Your brain felt like it was short-ciruciting, your whole body heaved.

You didn't trust yourself to put your hand in his hair, too afraid you'd rip strands from his scalp. He was doing a fine job without your assistance either way. The heat built up in the pit of your tummy, rising and rising til you were whining for him to slow down.

He listened. It did little to slow the oncoming climax. You came hard, cunt clenching down on his fingers. He pulled back, admiring the obvious contractions you were experiencing.

"Good girl," he praised. "My perfect girl. Ready to take all of me?"

"Yes," you said, voice wracked with tremors. "Yes, please."

He lined up, rubbing the head against your aching cunt with enough pressure to make you protest.

"Sorry, baby. I'll stop teasing," he murmured, spreading the flat of his hand on your abdomen. He pushed in, the elevated position of your cunt already making you feel spread open.

He took handfuls of your hips, the soft flesh there molding under his hands. He reared forward, fucking you so deeply you cried out in response.

"Yeah?" he said.

He pulled out, fucked in again. You were putty in his hands, limp under his touch. The stretching feeling was suddenly so pleasurable you reached down your hand to wrap around his forearm.

"Perfect girl with a perfect cunt," he said, driving forward again. You half-sobbed.

Where he shifted on his knees you could feel the mattress move under your back, feel it bounce back with each thrust.

He slowed down to a crawl, amused at your complaining. You moved your hips down, following his thrusts, chasing his dick.

"So fucking hot."

"Fuck me properly, jerk."

"Properly?" His hips snapped forward, his pelvis digging into you clit, sending sparks through you. "Is this proper enough for you, dove?"

He was unrepentant, fucking you so that each thrust drove you deep into the mattress. "Okay?" he asked, bringing his hand down to the bead of your clit, catching it between two fingers.

"Yessss," you said, voice high.

"Tell me if it's too much."

"It's not," you said weakly. "Fucking me so good," you praised.

He brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss your fingertips. He pushed deep inside you and stayed there, making circles with his hips that drove mewling cries from you that you'd be embarassed about in the morning.

"Ah, you're so deep in me," you babbled. "So deep."

"Just fucking made for me, weren't you sweetness?"

He bottomed out again, driving you to madness. Your eyes closed of their own accord. Every thrust was enough now, accompanied by a little sound in the back of your throat that wouldn't stop.

Remus liked it, fucking you hard and fast if only to listen to the sounds you made.

"Made for you," you echoed, gripping so tightly your knuckles went white.

"Yes, you were," he said.

He sped up, pulling your hips with surprising strength to meet his thrusts. You circled your clit, so wet it was difficult to find purchase.

He drove forward with one last great thrust, hitting you square in the sweet spot inside you, pumping cum into you like you hadn't felt before, gasping at the sensation. He replaced your finger with two of his own, replacing preciseness with speed. You felt your heart stop, able to utter a single "oh god," before you came so hard your vision whited out.

You let your hips fall backwards off the pillows, aching in a familiar, comfortable way. You pulled on Remus' arm, forcing him to lie down beside you.

"Is this a good time to mention we'll definitely have cute kids?" he asked, holding your joined hands against his beating heart.

"Well, we've had a fair share of practice runs," you said, still breathless.

You both laughed.

"So what?" James asked, wearing his stupid florescent hard hat. You were cross-legged in front of the frog Palace, tasked with caulking the tiny windows with your pinky finger. "He's your boyfriend now?"

"Yep," you said, beaming.

James smirked at you. "Get me a nappie and you could call me cupid."

"Yeah, whatever," Sirius grumbled, also wearing a stupid hard hat. A frog perched on the brim, peering at you threateningly. "I hate happy couples."

"Farmer's Market boy wasn't cool enough for you anyways," Remus said, returning from his brief intermission to the kitchen. He balanced a tray of drinks in his hand.

"Harry agrees," Lily said, baby Harry gurgling happily in his hands. He had a smaller hard hat and a frog in his tiny grasp.

You cooed at Harry's delight. "I expect at least 12 frogs for my baby," you said to Sirius.

"Our baby," Remus corrected gently.

Sirius groaned in agony. "Fuck me."

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