#can you believe young remus lupin did this

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - Teacher AU

@wolfstarmicrofic April 23, word count 966

Sirius had been a teacher for quite a few years, and while he loved teaching the children, his true passion lay in his evening classes. Once a week, he gave up his time to teach adults who wanted to learn and, for some reason, and Sirius was only too willing to help them. 

The class was just beginning. This week, they’d be going over the short story he’d asked them all to read as homework and make a start on one of their own. He’d been told there would be a new student joining them that evening. It was very irregular. Normally, there was a start date that you had to begin at and not come halfway through the course. He’d been assured that the young man had been keeping up at home, but his ongoing health condition had made it impossible to attend the previous classes. 

Sirius sighed when he read the email from the course manager but vowed to help the chap catch up.

He cleared his throat, and his class went quiet. 

“Good evening, everyone. I hope you’re all doing well. Let’s begin with a show of hands. Who’s read the homework?” A sea of hands rose in front of him, and he couldn’t keep the beaming smile off his face. “Excellent! Now, who can tell me why Nellie did what she did?” He pointed at a woman in the back row. “Alice, you’re up.” The short woman checked her notes and began to speak. 

“She was tired of her life and wanted to be free of the chains that kept her there.” 

“Exactly.” He turned and wrote on the whiteboard. “She was a prisoner, and she longed to be free. So when the chance came, she took it. Now, when Nellie escapes, she rushes into the jungle in the dead of night with nothing but a small trunk filled with her few possessions. Was this a good idea or not?” He waited for a hand to go up. He could almost see their brains whirring. The classroom door opened, and a mousy-haired man popped his head around the door. Sirius stared at him, his eyes greedily taking in the slightly flustered handsome man. 

“Are you Mr Black?” He asked politely. 

“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?” Sirius’s professional brain snapped back on. The man grinned, looking relieved. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late. I’ve ended up in the wrong room twice, and no one seemed to be able to point me in the right direction.” He pushed the door open and hobbled in. He was leaning heavily on a walking stick and took the only empty seat at the front of the class. 

“Right, where were we?” He asked, having completely forgotten. The new man raised his hand. “Yes—er?” Sirius nodded for him to talk. 

“Remus. Remus Lupin.” Remus helpfully supplied. 

“Thank you, Remus.”

“I think the risk of staying captive was far greater than whatever awaited her in the jungle. However, taking anything other than food and water was risky, but as we know, it worked out for her.” He answered Sirius’s question. 

“Yes, well done. I dare say even if she’d met a tiger while she fled, it would still be preferable to that iron chain, don’t you agree, even weighed down as she was.” His class all nodded at him. “So now free and on the run, no forced to perform, no matter how good she was at the tasks they set her, what do you think made her go the way she did?”

Remus raised his hand again, and Sirius signalled for him to continue. 

“She went home. There could have been something familiar about the surroundings, which is why she escaped when she did. But the inner child in me wants to say it was magic.” Remus grinned shyly at him, and Sirius had to chant to himself that he couldn’t date students no matter how ruggedly handsome they were or how intelligent they seemed to be. He had to swallow before he continued. 

“Yes, I think we all want to believe it was magic, as though she heard her mother calling out to her across the many miles she travelled.” He cleared the whiteboard now they were done with that and wrote up the next part of the lesson. “Okay, I want each of you to write your own short story. It can be about literally anything you want. Make a start now. Plan it out. I want them finished for next week, and I’ll go through them.” 

He gave them a few minutes to start their work and made his way around the class, answering any questions they had. Eventually, he had to talk to Remus. He couldn’t put it off any longer. “How’s it going?” He asked, making Remus jump. He’d been so focused on his work that he hadn’t noticed Sirius approach. 

“Oh-er, it’s going good. I think.” Remus rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Sirius peered down at the paper. 

“A werewolf and a man who can magically turn into a dog and an enchanted forest? Sounds thrilling. I can’t wait to read it.” Remus blushed hard. 

“It just popped into my head.” He admitted. 

“All the best ones do,” Sirius reassured him. “Oh, here, before I forget. Take this. It’s got all my information on it in case you can’t make it for whatever reason or need help throughout the week. I’ll do my best to accommodate you.” He handed Remus the little white card. Their fingers brushed as Remus took it, and Sirius felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, stemming from where Remus’s fingers had been. They looked at each other wide-eyed and stunned. Well, crap, this was going to be harder than he thought.  

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[yellow-berrys]

the gist of it | remus lupin x fem!reader

domesticity diaries pt 1 

summary: you’re meeting Remus’ mother for the first time, and it’s overwhelming how lovely the house is. an: this is pretty short! 

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Hope Lupin knocked on the plain white door before her, adorned with the number “74”. Her son, Remus, had given her a copy of the keys to his apartment a few years back. They filled up her keychain nicely, the one with the picture of him grinning at something in the distance taken by Sirius. Sirius had told her, “It’s the girlfriend he’s mooning at.” She didn’t believe him at first- Remus told her everything but he had never mentioned a girl. Sirius had laughed, “Soon to be girlfriend, then.” 

In a way, she knew you before she really did, you were in his eyes, in that smile she’d never seen before in him. She had asked Remus about it. Back to her, washing dishes, he smiled to himself. 

“She’s everything, Mum.”

Hope had sat back in her chair, holding a cup of tea to her lips. A “Best Mum Ever” cup hid her satisfied smile. 

“Your girlfriend?”

He had shaken his head, “I don’t think she knows I exist.”

It wasn’t a sad admission, just one of a boy who loved. Remus had told Hope so much about you that Hope could nearly piece you together. Even after he graduated, he kept talking, perhaps more. And once when he stopped at her house, carrying plastic bags which dropped to the floor with a thud, he had the biggest grin on his face. 

“She wants to take things slow.”

“Slow is good. Slow is steady.” 

Remus knew there was more coming. 

“When can I meet her?”

“Mum!”

You had always expressed enthusiasm for meeting his mother, but he didn’t. He was afraid one day you might realise he wasn’t good enough for you, and not only him, but his mother would be too attached to you. 

“C’mon, I’m not that bad,” you had told him.

“”s not that I’m worried about,” he had mumbled into your hair. 

It had been a while since he had started dating you and Hope had noticed changes in her son. He used to walk home sadly after a day spent with her, not wanting to leave his mother but needing to go to school, to go to work, to go live his own life. But now he left as if he had something waiting for him at home. He didn’t slouch as badly as he did anymore, and he took off his jumper in the summer. When Hope saw Remus pass a mirror and glance into it, gone was the self-loathing, but a passive fondness for himself, an absent-minded smile on his lips. He looked healthier and sometimes he smelt like a girl. 

Hope always joked, “Been running in a flower garden?” 

Remus always answered, “Might as well have been.”

One day, Remus had visited Hope and she had asked the question again. 

“When am I going to meet her? I won’t be around forever.”

Instead of the “Mum!” that followed he said, “Actually, we’ve been talking about it. She wants to meet you.” 

It was nearing 7 in the evening and Hope had come with baked goods and a warm meal. There was a sliver of light coming out from underneath the door, and Remus always turned his lights off when he wasn’t going to be home. Hope pressed her ear to the door, and smiled as she heard a different choice of music to what Remus usually had on. He was branching out, good. 

“Coming!” You called, expecting it to be Remus. Hope frowned. Remus didn’t say you would be home earlier than him. 

The door opened and you stared at the woman at your doorstep. She had a remarkable resemblance to Remus, eyes a warm amber, bridged to her pupils with a shiny olive green. She was inquisitively staring at you, a look very familiar. You smiled, “Good evening,” putting out your hand which she promptly shook, “You must be Remus’ mother!”

“Not sister?” she searched your face. 

“Certainly young enough to be,” you winked at her. She laughed. She liked you. 

A quick exchange of names which you both already knew was entreated by a warm hug. 

“Where is he?” Hope asked as she entered the apartment, dropping her bag down and surveying the surroundings. 

You giggled, “Rem’s held up in traffic. He always is on Friday nights, he’ll be home soon.”

“No rush. His girlfriend is nicer than him anyway. I can’t detect any 3-in-1 in your hair,” she laughed, a tinkling noise akin to bells. It was Remus’ laugh, albeit three octaves higher. 

You joined in, “Remus doesn’t use 3-in-1 anymore,” you tipped your head up royally, sarcastically and she made an impressed noise. Hope surveyed the apartment. It was much nicer than when Remus was living in it alone. The lights were bright and golden, there was a large expanse for Remus’ books and motivational quotes which he no doubt thought were cheesy but necessary. 

“You don’t know how much he talks about you when he comes to see me.”

Red rose to your cheeks. 

“It’s always ‘mum, she’s so pretty and mum, she’s so nice to me’. Oh and he’s told me other things too. I know your favourite everythings.”

It began to make you shy, so you diverted the subject. 

“Do you want a tour?” you asked.

“Please!” 

You hooked your arm under hers and took her through your apartment. 

“This is where you’ll be staying tonight.” 

“Hang on-”

“Hope, Rem’s told me a lot about you too. You’re too precious to be driving home late at night.” 

“You do have a point.”

You smiled. “This is the laundry.” 

It smelt like dryer sheets, flowers and fruit in the laundry and Hope smiled to herself. 

“And it smells like me because I do the laundry.”

Hope frowned. “Really.”

“Oh no, it’s not like that. I clean, do the laundry. He cooks, does the dishes and does the fixing around the house.”

She smiled, “Who makes the bed?”

“Whoever wakes later.”

“I like it.”

“I do too, Hope.” 

She caught a glance of Remus’ forest green jumper, his tan coat, his navy vest, white button down shirt swirling in the wash against your clothes and it made her tear up. She turned to wipe them quickly. 

You didn’t notice, choosing to lead her into the master bedroom. It was the perfect mix of you and Remus. Remus’ side of the bed was marked with a stack of books and an open notebook. Hope approached his bedside table and sat on the bed, taking in all her emotions. It was soft, but to Remus’ liking. The bedsheets were a peculiar shade of blue. So were the walls. 

You grinned, “Remus read a medical journal which told him blue has the most propensity for a good night’s sleep. Shame it doesn’t go well with any other colour, but he looked so sweet picking it out in the hardware store that I couldn’t resist. It was to help him sleep too, even if it was a placebo.”

“The stool.”

“The stool is charming. Everything in his apartment was really tall, and out of reach for me. So he got me a stool.”

Hope laughed.

“This is the ensuite.”

It had a bath. It had a bath! 

Hope grinned, “It has a bath!”

“I know! Remus used to always say that he didn’t deserve baths, but I convinced him to start taking them with me and now I find him sitting in a pool of petals and lavender all by himself. It’s lovely, really.”

She peeked around the curtain, seeing bottles of quality, non-3-in-1 shampoo and pretty body washes. There was a bar of soap that looked like a piece of watermelon, Argan oil on the bathroom counter and perfume bottles next to Remus’ cologne. Lavender oil sat near the tap, well used, with a backup next to it. One of Remus’ books, heavily waterproofed, sat on a wooden tray. It was proof he did bathe and what more, enjoyed it.

There was skincare in the cupboard and an air freshener in the corner. 

Remus’ razor was kept in a little cup with his hair clippers and shaving cream. It was a woman’s.

“They’re much better for his skin,” you smiled. “I’ll bet.”

There wasn’t a complete blindside to his usual routine. Hope could see the toothpaste Remus had picked out. “It’s gotta be perfectly minty without being too spicy,” he had always explained. And “the toothbrushes must be decently ergonomic.”

On the mirror there was a yellow sticky note. When Hope shuffled closer to it, it read hey handsome, stop looking at yourself like that. you’re beautiful. you deserve everything in the world. Pasted underneath it was a picture of you looking grumpy. 

She found the tears swarming in her eyes, crumpling down on the floor in sobs. 

“Oh, god,” you kneeled down to her, “Hope, are you okay?”

She nodded, still crying.

“Oh, dear, let’s get you somewhere comfy.”

You helped her onto your bed, and she sobbed again upon smelling her Remus bundled with you. 

“I’ll go get you a nice warm drink.”

You fixed her up a cup of hot chocolate, steaming as she clutched it within her hands. 

“I’m just so happy for my boy,” she choked out, “And he’s so happy, and this home is so wonderful. Thank you.”

“Remus treats me so well, Hope. And you are just something else.”

“Lyall and I never had this, this domesticity,” She said shyly, “He was never good to me like you are to Remus. Our house was always just mine, and he was never there. I never saw my old plates with his.”

You didn’t know what to say, embracing her. 

She started crying again. It took some time before you successfully comforted her, and you could hear keys jingling. 

Remus was confused as to why no one had flung open the door and flung their arms around him. But there were tupperware containers of food and cake on top of the kitchen table, so his mum must be here. And he could sense you, you were definitely somewhere in the vicinity. 

He never liked talking louder than he needed to. Or talking that all, that is. So he padded through the rooms, wracked with confusion as he saw you and his mother, the latter looking anguished. 

“Honey!” You gushed as soon as you saw Remus and Hope smiled, tears brimming at the corner of her eye. Remus gave you a chaste kiss on the head and an urgent squeeze at your waist. 

“My boy,” she sniffled, “I’m so sorry, I’ve ruined this get together.” You let them have some time together, warming up the food and setting up the table. 

Dinner was a quiet affair, nothing but the scraping of cutlery and bowls clinking together. Remus let you show Hope to her room to get washed up as he did the dishes. You joined him soon enough, sitting at the table. He sat next to you. You leaned your head onto his shoulder. He was tense. 

“Your mum’s cool, Rem.”

Relaxing, he looked down at you, “Thanks for making her feel welcome, love.”

“She’s a big part of you, so naturally she’ll be a big part of me. It’s the least.”

“I suppose she also told you how into you I am,” he said softly. 

“The gist of it.”

“The gist of it,” he pondered, “I guess I’ll just have to tell her more, then, hey?”

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[engie-ivy]

(Upon popular request (really, thank you so much for the amazing response!), a second part to Your New Family! Where Sirius finds out who that stranger in the restroom actually was😁)

Part 1: Your New Family

Pouring his heart out in the loo might not have been Sirius’ best moment, but at least that kind stranger managed to somewhat reduce his anxiety about meeting Remus' parents. Until he sees Remus' father, that is.

Your New Son

As Sirius approaches their table, he sees Remus is not alone. An elderly woman has joined him. She has a round face framed with dark blond curls interspersed with streaks of grey, and big, honey-coloured eyes. Remus’ eyes.

Remus’ mum.

She must’ve gotten here early. Shite. Shite. And Sirius was at the loo the entire time! No doubt she already thinks he’s totally weird, dammit.

Sirius rushes towards them. “I’m so sorry I kept you waiting!”

“Oh my goodness,” Remus’ mum says as she turns around. “Could this be your Sirius?” She gets to her feet and takes Sirius’ hands in hers, but holds him at arm’s length so she can study him properly. “Look at you! Aren’t you a properly handsome young man! Remus has been going on about it, of course. ‘Mum, he’s so lovely. Mum, his hair is so pretty. Mum, his eyes are so nice.’ I assumed he was just smitten,” she turns back to Remus and smiles brightly at him. “But you really got yourself quite a looker, didn’t you, Remus?”

Remus beams at them proudly. “I sure did!”

Sirius, a little overwhelmed, wants to give a compliment in return. He’s aiming for something along the lines of ‘I always found Remus’ eyes beautiful, and now I can see who he gets it from’, he really is, but what comes out is “I like Remus’ eyes on you” which is just so weird.

Unfortunately, his remedying attempt does not quite make it better. “I mean, not Remus’ eyes. They were yours first! But you gave them to Remus. Not your actually eyes, of course. You still have eyes, after all.”

Remus’ mum looks puzzled, as she slowly says “...yes. I do have eyes.”

It’s only then that Sirius realizes Remus’ father isn’t there. Immediately, the worst-case-scenarios cross his mind. Remus’ dad has already decided he hates Sirius and doesn’t even want to meet him. Remus’ dad has looked up Sirius’ family and now wants nothing to do with him. Remus’ dad is not okay with Remus being in a same-sex relationship (which is absolutely ridiculous, since Remus has been out since he was fifteen, and his parents have been nothing but loving and supportive, but in Sirius’ anxiety-riddled state, even Remus’ dad changing his entire belief system overnight seems completely possible).

It is at that moment Remus’ mum says “You must excuse my husband. He just had to go to the restroom.”

Sirius lets out a sigh of relief. Right, the restroom.

The restroom...

Wait.

The restroom.

Oh. Oh.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

“Ah, there he is!” Remus’ mum says, and as Sirius turns around he feels dread settle in his stomach.

And indeed. The man approaching them is the very same man Sirius just trauma-dumped all over in the restroom. The man has a smirk on his face. The exact same smirk Remus has when he thought of a particular wicked prank. Oh yes, he definitely knew all along.

“I’d already reckoned you’re Sirius!” The man says, reaching out a hand. “It’s about time we were probably introduced! I’m Lyall Lupin, Remus’ father.”

All colour must’ve drained from Sirius’ face as he shakes Mr Lupin’s hand. “I... You... I was... And you were... I didn’t... Oh my god. I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I...”

“Sirius,” Remus says in a levelled tone. “What did you do?” The exact same tone he uses when Sirius and James call him in the middle of the night to come pick them up somewhere.

“Nothing bad, nothing bad!” Remus’ dad quickly says, laughing while holding up his hands. “He just told me how anxious he was to be meeting his boyfriend’s parents for the first time. But only because he loves the boy so much!”

Remus lets out a small gasp before turning to Sirius with wide eyes. Eyes that Sirius is purposely not meeting, looking everywhere but at Remus.

“Oh,” Remus’ dad says, looking from Remus to Sirius and back to Remus. “You two haven’t...”

“Sirius!” Remus exclaims, smacking his arm. “I can’t believe the first time you say that you love me it’s to my bloody father!”

“Well, I did not know that!” Sirius says defensively. “I thought it was to a stranger in the loo!”

“That does not make it better!”

As the boys bicker, Hope wraps her arms around Lyall’s upper arm and rests her head against him. “So,” she says softly. “We approve?”

“His feelings for Remus are very sincere,” Lyall replies. “And I honestly think he’ll do anything for him.”

Hope lets out a content sigh as she looks at the couple. “I’m glad.”

“He seems kind and genuine,” Lyall adds. “And also, we’re going to have to adopt him as our second son.”

Hope lifts her head to look at her husband with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve already decided that?”

“He never had a real family,” Lyall says. “He claims he wants us to like him purely for Remus’ sake, but there’s more to it than that. I don’t think he’s ready to admit it, maybe doesn’t even realise it, but he’s craving it for himself as well. A family, a home.”

“Well, then he has chosen the right in-laws,” Hope says, accepting Lyall’s judgement without question as she lays her head back against his arm.

Then she chuckles. “My, my. That was some toilet break, huh?”

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[bruh--wtf]

Movie Moment

Remus Lupin x Reader

Main Masterlist

Summary: Y/N wants a date for the Halloween Party in order to have a movie moment before graduation. While thinking her crush doesn’t even want her going to the party, things work behind the scenes to ensure the perfect movie moment for her.

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“Lily!” You yell, running down the hall. “Lils!” The redhead turns to face you and raises an eyebrow. You dodge someone as you run past and grab Lily’s arm. She’d been walking with Remus Lupin. A long time crush of yours.

“Can I help you?” Lily asks, smiling. You let out a breath and dramatically take a really deep breath.

“I’ve got news,” you tell her. Lily rolls her eyes and looks at Remus.

“Who needs a newspaper when you’ve got a Y/N to tell you every bit of gossip throughout Hogwarts,” she says. You wave her off.

“Don’t be dramatic… Mary and Marlene help too,” you say. Remus smiles but doesn’t say anything. He looks a bit uncomfortable.

“Okay, what is it?” Lily asks. You clap your hands together and keep walking with the two of them.

“Okay, first of all, Marlene and Dorcas are doing a couple’s costume but still swear they’re strictly platonic. At this point they should at least tell their best friends!”

“Oh, I could’ve told you that one. Everyone saw it coming,” Lily says. You wave her off.

“Okay, whatever. I heard that, and don’t tell anyone I told you this, and fifth year Slytherin is trying to slip Sirius a love potion,” you say. This catches Remus’ attention and Lily raises an eyebrow.

“Who?” You shrug.

“Her name’s Willow. I already told Sirius, but I’m genuinely scared the girl will kill me if she finds out,” you say causing Lily to roll her eyes. “Then there’s some boring stuff. Snape trying to get into the Gryffindor party, Regulus and Pandora are coming, but only as friends. I believe that one, Pandora has her eyes on that blonde Ravenclaw boy. James got asked to go with a seventh year-”

“What? Which one?” Lily asks interrupting you. You raise an eyebrow at her. You were all in sixth year, and for the past six years Lily had been rejecting Potter. You had a feeling she was starting to like him but you knew better than to talk to her about it.

“Samantha, why?” You ask. Lily’s mouth fell open and she paused for a second. You glance at Remus who had a smirk on his face and met your eye for a total of a second before looking away. You frowned a little.

“Samantha? She’s been known to go for boys to young for her! That’s disgusting!” Lily exclaims. You shrug.

“I think he said yes. What I’m stuck on is how did James get a date to the party before I did? Nobody even tolerable has asked me yet and it’s in two days!” You exclaim crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m this close to pulling a Regulus and Pandora and forcing Sirius to go with me,” you say holding up a small space between your fingers.

“You don’t need a date to go,” Remus says, talking for the first time since you joined the group. You look at him and huff dramatically.

“Of course I don’t need one. But I want one. I mean we’re in sixth year! I want to at least have one year where I get to do a couples costume with somebody!” You say. Lily nods in agreement and looks forward, clearly thinking about something. Remus just raises an eyebrow at you and you righ, rolling your eyes. “Maybe it doesn’t matter as much to guys but I want to have my movie moment. Maybe I will just ask Sirius if nobody asks me by tonight,” you say, sighing.

“You’ll go with Sirius if nobody asks you in the next three hours?” Remus says. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Sure, Sirius and I are both single and we’ve been best friends forever,” you say causing Remus to roll his eyes and scoff. “What?”

“Sirius won’t even try to listen to you. You should know that,” he says.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your costume. It’ll be the Sirius show and you know it.”

“Uh, hello? Aren’t you supposed to be his best friend too? Why would you say that?” You ask. Remus doesn’t say anything and shakes his head. He stops walking and nods forward.

“Go on, Lil, I’ll see you later,” he says. You scoff and keep walking.

Nobody asks by that night. So you sit down next to Sirius in the common rom after dinner. “Hey, Si,” you say. He smiles at you as he looks up from his homework.

“What’s up?”

“Wanna go with me to the party? Y’know since neither of us have dates?” You ask clasping your hands like your pleading. He glances over your shoulder and tenses.

“Uh… I can’t. Y’know I love you, but I sorta told Pete we’d go bachelor style. Right Pete?” He says, looking over at Peter. You look at Peter, confused. Peter looks up with wide eyes, almost alarmed.

“Uh, yeah. Bachelors,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at the two of them. You slouch back on the couch and cross your arms.

“Who am I supposed to go with then?” You ask. Sirius glances around again and shrugs.

“What about Remus?” Peter blurts out. You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms. Sirius glares at Peter like he’s an idiot.

“Yes, because Remus seems so interested in the idea of me going at all. I’m sure he’d love to go with me,” you say sarcastically. Peter looks at Sirius, before looking down again.

“Look, Rem’s just been off today. Give him a break. You know you’d love to go with him,” he says and winks. You roll your eyes and kick your friend.

“Shut up, Black,” you say. He chuckles and shrugs.

“Alright, what are you going as?” You shrug and let your head fall back.

“Mary told be I should be one of those medieval enchantresses that Muggles write about,” you say before smirking at Sirius and Peter. “But hotter. In Mary’s words, not mine.” Peter chuckle and Sirius scoffs.

“That’ll work,” Sirius says. But he doesn’t elaborate further.

Later on, you wake up on the couch in the common room. You’d been reading and had fallen asleep. You felt someone shake your shoulder and jolt.

“Woah, woah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says. You look up to see Remus Lupin himself. You push yourself up and rub your eyes.

“It’s fine.”

Remus clears his throat and stands there for a moment before sitting next to you.

“So, did you get your date?” He asks. You glare at him and shake your head.

“No. And Sirius said he and Peter are going together as Bachelors.” You grumble and cross your arms. Remus smiles a little and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t look so smug about it. I’m still going, just not with anyone,” you say. He looks at you, clearly a little confused.

“I wanted you to go either way,” he says. You pause for a second before crossing your arms again.

“You didn’t make that very clear,” you mumble. Remus pauses too. He studies you for a second.

“Peter told me about the conversation you all had earlier.” You scoff and cross your arms.

“Of course.”

“I was curious, so don’t be entirely mad at him,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him and turn to face him a little more.

“Why do you care whether I have a date or not?” You ask. You’d had a crush on the boy for two years. You knew why you hoped he cared.

“Well… I just was curious. After we talked earlier.”

“Right,” you say, slouching again. He sighs and doesn’t say anything else for a second.

“I don’t want you going to the party with anyone else,” he says, causing your heart to stop. You stare at him for a second and he meets the gaze.

“Why?” He chuckles and shakes his head.

“Seriously?”

“Answer,” you say. He stares at you for a second before clearing his throat.

“I want you to go with me,” he says. Your heart pauses again.

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” You ask.

“We’ve been friends for year, and we were never really close. I didn’t want to make it weird,” he says. You gape at him.

“Remus Lupin, I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for nearly two years and this is how you tell me you actually wanted to?” Remus’ eyes widen a fraction and he sits up a little.

“Wait, what?” You ignore him and keep talking.

“The amount of times I thought you’d finally do it and that’s it? That’s absolutely ridiculous! Did you not know? Because I’ve been told I was being painfully obvious. I know I was being painfully obvious. You certainly weren’t being obvious otherwise I would’ve asked you out myself! I mean-”

“Y/N! Hold on a second!” You shut your mouth as he grabs your arms. “You wanted me to ask you out?”

“Of course I did! I’ve liked you since that stupid party James and Sirius threw around Christmas fourth year,” you say, growing less confident in your statement as you said it. He stares at you for a second.

“You have?” He asks. You nod a little, biting your tongue to keep your mouth shut. “All of your dorm mates had left for the holidays and I mine were being idiots. We spent the entire time together in the staircase just incase something happened,” he says. Your heart stops again. You didn’t think he remembered the party. You two never spoke about it again.

“You actually remember that?”

“Of course I do. It was the first real time I got to speak to the most gorgeous girl in Gryffindor,” he says. You stare at him. “Y/N?” You press your lips together and raise an eyebrow at him. “Will you go with me to the party on Saturday?” He asks. “I’ll dress up however you want me to,” he adds. You chuckle a little and bite your lip.

“I’d love to,” you finally say when you remember how to speak.

Maybe the party was the classic movie moment but Remus Lupin was already giving you the movie moment feeling just by asking you out.

#james & peter & remus & sirius #young remus x reader #remus lupin x you #remus x you #remus lupin x reader #young remus imagine #young remus lupin #remus #remus x reader #sirius orion black

[lupinmoonlight]

Can i request for Prof. Lupin and student reader, where Lupin is jelly because reader keeps spending time with Harry, Ron and Hermione? Just fluff please 🥺🙏

Thank you 😊😊 this is my first time so I hope i did it right and I didn't offend you 🙁

Masterlist AO3

Nothing Else Mattered

Summary - You are in your last year at Hogwarts and everything is going wrong. In the chaos, you developed a relationship with Professor Lupin. One night, you have a panic attack and he comforts you.

Warnings - mentions of war, panic attack, angst, hurt with comfort and fluff, teacher/student (of age) relationship, my grammar.

Notes - Thank you so much Anon for your request! I apologize for the delay, I have been busy with university. I kind of got carried away and it turned into a hurt/comfort fic somehow... I still tried to incorporate some elements of jealousy. I hope you still enjoy it. Also, for the purpose of this fic, Remus is still teaching post Prisoner of Azkaban. The bracelet mentioned is inspired by this fic.

The first time you saw him was on the train to Hogwarts. You were young then (he certainly wasn't), and life was still somewhat normal. You firmly believed that the moment you laid your eyes on him was the last time you were ever innocent. It was like everything went quiet. Your best friends' bickering became a distant, muffled sound. The excited laughter coming from other compartments vanished. It was just him. His sandy brown hair, his kind eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of the ages, the scent of old books, warm wood, and something you couldn't quite place- a hint of the wild, like the air just before a storm. He was intoxicating. And he was also a teacher. And you certainly did not plan to fall in love with him. And he certainly did not plan to fall in love at all, let alone with a student. But it was now 4 years later, the world had gone to shit, it was your last year, and nothing mattered anymore. So you both decided to live, to love. 

Your last year was a mess, really. You didn't care about your grades, you didn't care about your sleep, you didn't care about your life. The only thing keeping you alive was him, his touch, his voice. You could never get enough of him. You clung to him like a lifeline, because that's what he was to you at that particular time. 

Remus, on the other hand, cared about your life. He wanted to protect you, to keep you safe from all the horrors happening around you, but it was not an easy task when your relationship was so secret and forbidden. Your recent recklessness only added to the difficulty. You were hanging out with your three friends almost all the time, sneaking out of your dorm with them at night, getting yourself into dangerous situations and, somehow, Remus was always there to save you. He would scold you, tell you it was the last time you would get yourself into such trouble, but it was never the last time. 

You started to notice how your behaviour took a toll on him. How he looked tired. On top of dealing with the full moon every month, he had to keep up with his teaching, grading, Order missions, and recently, he had to keep you alive. You were disgusted with yourself, but it's like you couldn't help it. So you started to distance yourself from him. 

You would always find an excuse to not spend time with him. You would have to help Ron with studying. Hermione would ask you to go to Hogsmeade. Harry would teach you how to fly better- you didn't even care about flying. Just- anything. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him and how much he still loved you after everything. The guilt was eating you up from the inside. 

So Remus would do what he could to keep up with you. At night, he would track you down on his map, watching your little name label sneak out of the dorm with Harry, Ron, and Hermione to do Merlin-knew-what. He had even given you a gift- a bracelet of a linked pair that would allow the wearers to communicate and appear together over any distance- so that you could summon him at any given time if you needed him. But you didn't even want to wear it, for fear he would just lose more sleep over your recklessness if you didn't answer him. He would reprimand you for sneaking out and not wearing your bracelet, but you would just roll your eyes at him. What would he do, after all? Give you detention? Maybe, but it was just another thing you didn't care about. He didn't understand why you acted like that with him so suddenly. He felt a pang of jealousy at all the time you were spending with your three friends, but he didn't say anything. You were young and free, after all, and he was old with responsibilities. 

Despite your behaviour, he would still kiss you, tell you he loved you, hold you close against his chest. You would breathe in his scent, let his warmth fill you- a rare moment of peace amidst all the chaos in your life. But then you would suddenly pull away, not wanting to let yourself be weak, not wanting to break him further. 

For some reason, that night, you needed to feel close to him. You slid the bracelet around your wrist and a warmth reached Remus' own. 

[You're wearing it.]

He sent. 

"Yeah, good night."

You replied dryly. You didn't want him to worry. You just wanted to feel him. He didn't reply, but you knew he was there. 

That night, you wanted to feel something. Something strong to numb you, to forget the pain and anxiety. It didn't matter, after all. It was war. Nothing mattered. Your best friend was basically scheduled to die, and so were you, realistically. 

You snuck out again, making your way through the dark corridors of the castle. The eerie stillness of the night was familiar now. Your steps were measured and confident- you knew exactly what you were after: the strongest Dreamless Sleep potion you could get your hands on, and the only place to find it was in Professor Snape's potions storage. So that's where you were going. 

Once there, you quietly mumbled a spell to unlock the door and started rummaging through the potions like a desperate junkie. Except you were not a junkie. You were a young woman who was scared. But you didn't want to admit it to yourself. Remus knew that. 

Remus was tracking you on his map. His heart was racing as he saw where you were headed. 

[What are you doing?]

You felt the warmth on your wrist, but decided to ignore it. You needed your fix, and you needed it now. You just wanted to sleep- for a long time- until the war was over. 

You found the vial you were looking for and made your escape. Everything was going as planned- except it wasn't. As you stumbled out, your vision blurred, your chest tightened and your fingers felt tingly. There was not enough air. You sank to the floor, clutching at your wrist to try to call Remus, but your mind was a mess and you could not coherently form a sentence. 

Remus' eyes were fixated on the map, following your every move, and when he saw you come to a halt, his heart sank. 

[Y/N, what are you doing?]

[Y/N answer me.]

[If you don't answer me right now, I'm coming to get you.] 

You could feel the warmth around your wrist, you tried to focus on it, to let it ground you, but it wasn't enough. 

He couldn't take it anymore. He touched his bracelet and appeared next to your body in the deserted corridor where he found you sitting on the ground, gasping for air. 

"Hey, hey, I'm here. It's me. I'm here," he said as he knelt in front of you. 

But you were too far gone in your head. You didn't even register as you were lifted up from the floor. Your legs were not working, but apparently they didn't need to work because Remus was carrying you. All you could register was the familiar scent of old books and warm wood, just like on the train when you had first seen him. You were safe. 

Remus quickly carried you back to his quarters, making sure you would not be seen. He sits you on his bed and sits behind you, pulling you tightly against his chest. This was familiar to him and he knew it was the only thing that could calm you down. Except this time, as you felt his arms around you, it was like he was trying to hold back a tsunami. Somehow, he did. He held you together as you sobbed. Hard. The guilt, the pain, the anxiety, the love, the distance. Everything came flooding to you at once and it was like you were going to explode. But you wouldn't, because he was there like he always was. 

"I've got you," he whispered in your ear. 

You were scared for him. Scared you would break him. So you tried to pull away. You couldn't stand hurting him more. But he didn't let you. 

"No, stay here. Stay with me." 

You weren't sure if he was talking about the physical or mental part of you because were both trying to escape. 

"No more running from me, okay? I'm here for you. You don't have to be scared."

His voice was firm yet gentle. He was always gentle- and it made you feel even guiltier. 

"I'm drowning. I'm drowning..." you kept repeating, and the thought of drowning him with you made your stomach turn. 

"You're not drowning, love. I'm right here. We're going to get through this." 

Get through what? Your panic attack? The end of the school year? The war? It didn't matter. You just believed him, and slowly, the tsunami turned into small waves, and then into an eerily still ocean. Was it the calm before or after the storm? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, in fact. All that mattered was that you could breathe now and that Remus was holding you, gently rocking you back and forth. 

As he felt you relax against him, he pulled away slightly and turned your body so you faced him. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. 

"I- I'm sorry," you spoke, but the words caught in your throat. 

"Look at me," he said softly. 

You reluctantly met his gaze through your wet eyelashes, expecting to see anger, resentment, disgust. But all you saw was love, and you knew then that it would be okay. 

"There you are," he said with a smile in his voice. You didn't even need to speak. That's what you loved with Remus. You were never good with words, but somehow he always got you just by looking at you. He was scarily perceptive. 

He leaned in to kiss your forehead, and you felt the familiar scruff of his mustache against your skin. It was soothing. It was him. It was home. He let his lips linger there longer than usual, as if knowing you needed it to ground yourself. 

He pulled away slowly and studied your face for a moment. 

"You know, I understand if you want to spend more time with your friends. You're so young and what is happening to you- to all of you- isn't fair. You need each other. I'm sorry if I made you feel suffocated-"

"No," you interrupted, "I was just...I was trying to lose myself. To forget that maybe tomorrow I might lose you." 

He gently wiped your tears away with his thumb and pressed another kiss on your forehead. 

"None of that, now. Eat this, you'll feel better," he said as he reached into his cardigan and brought up a piece of chocolate to your lips. 

You chuckled a bit. It was the first thing you had ever heard him say and there he was, 4 years later, still firmly believing chocolate could fix some of life's most painful ailments. You accepted the piece, knowing better than to refuse chocolate from Remus John Lupin. He leaned in again, this time to capture your lips, and then nothing else mattered. 

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #professor remus lupin #professor remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #angst #comfort

[honey-ca]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

Warning;Remus Lupin young

Happy Birthday to our boy🩷🌙

The Gryffindor room was overflowing with students, including those from other houses. Today was Remus' 16th birthday, and as always, the boys had wanted to celebrate in style. Although clearly the party was more for them than for Remus.

I was talking to Marlene in a corner of the common room near the fireplace, although Marlene had been the only one talking for a while, as my eyes couldn't take my eyes off Remus who was a bit uncomfortable in the corner of a sofa in the living room looking at Sirius who was a bit drunk.

—Marlene— I interrupted her—,excuse me for a moment.

Leaving Marlene aside listening to her complaints, I approached the sofa with the intention of saving Remus from Sirius.

—y/n!—sighed Remus, cheerfully.

—y/n! I'm so glad you're here—Sirius smiled and put his arm around my shoulder—let's dance.

—Sirius, darling, I'd love to—I took his arm off my shoulder —.But I'm not feeling well and Remus has some pills upstairs in his room for that, right Remus? —I looked at Remus with a sincere smile, hoping he understood what I really meant.

—I have them? —Remus repeated, thinking.

I narrowed my eyes and tensed my jaw waiting for him to understand my expression.

—Yes, those pills—Remus quickly stood up and grabbed my hand to lead us into the room.

—But don't go!—Sirius grabbed Remus's other arm preventing us from leaving. —It's your birthday.

—Dude, we won't be long, we're just going to get a pill.

Sirius not very convinced left Sirius' hand alone and still holding his drink in his hand sat down on the couch. Remus once satisfied with Sirius, took me through the crowd bumping into them.

Once we were upstairs, Remus opened the door and as soon as he closed it he hugged me and kissed me. I happily followed him and led him to his bed, once we were seated he cut the kiss to breathe.

—Thank you for getting me out of there— he said. I responded with a kiss on his cheek.

—Can I give you something?—I asked anxiously.

He hesitantly nodded. I went to James's trunk and opened it (I hid it there knowing that Remus would never look in James's trunk), pulling out of it a package wrapped in brown paper. When I walked over to the bed he opened his eyes in surprise.

—Honey... you didn't have to do that.

—Yes I did, I love you, and I want to give you a present.

I held out the package and he took it. When he opened it and saw what it was he looked at me quickly in surprise.

—I don't believe you...

It was a book about magical creatures specializing in werewolves, it was an expensive and scarce book, but after months of searching and saving James' father found an acquaintance who sold it and sold it to me. A book that Remus had been looking for for a long time.

—So you can answer some questions of your own—I whispered contentedly, at his reaction.

—Merlin, I love you so much—Remus caught me in his arms and hugged me, and we both fell on the bed.

Between laughs and kisses we ended up under the sheets reading the book trying to find out more about him.

—Remus...—I whispered.

Remus turned his head to meet my gaze.

—Happy birthday.

I moved closer to him to place an affectionate kiss on his thin lips, eliciting a smile. Soon after, we fell into the arms of morpheus.

#fanfic #oneshot #remus lupin #remus x reader #hp marauders #remus lupin x reader #the marauders #remus john lupin

[accio-sriracha]

The Sun, the Stars, and the Moon- The Maruaders.

~~~♤~~~

Okay, so everyone is always saying how James Potter is the sun.

It's common, we all have heard it a million times; James Potter is the sun. Sirius Black is the stars. Remus Lupin is the moon.

Rings a bell, right?

Can anybody tell me what Peter Pettigrew is?

I hardly hear it, most fics he's sort of cut out anyways. Peter Pettigrew is like the best friend you try not to think about after a big fight, the one you shove all the memories of away when you aren't friends anymore.

But the memories are still there. They're good ones, great ones even. If you try cutting out everyone from your younger years you don't speak to anymore, you'd hardly have any memories at all.

And for the Marauders? Peter Pettigrew was an essential part of who they were.

He was there for every prank, every party, every game day, every cram study session. He was there good times and bad, the first one to hug James when he and Lily got together, the first one to hug Sirius when he came out as gay, the first one to hug Remus when they found out he was a werewolf.

He was there, day in and day out, every night. You can't just cut him out of their lives like he never existed.

I am not in any way the type of person to claim what he did was okay, he killed people, he let Sirius take the blame, he willingly gave up Lily and James' hiding spot to the Dark Lord himself. He let Remus believe for years that the love of his life killed one of their best friends and betrayed the other two.

But before this, before the hurt and the betrayal and all that happened in the years after they left those castle walls.

He was a child.

He was young and pure and excited to be something.

He was a best friend, he was warm hugs and study group snack bringer. He was reassuring words and the one to lift you up when you fall. He was non judgmental, the type to love his friends equally no matter where they all came from.

So yeah, James Potter is the sun, Sirius Black is the stars, and Remus Lupin is the moon.

But Peter Pettigrew is the sky that connects them all. Subtle and hidden in the background to most people. But so, so necessary.

Without him, they would fall, nothing to hold them up. Without him, they would be three friends, a little awkward and unsure of how to share their love with the space between them so separated.

He is the glue that turns them from best friends, to brothers.

So Peter Pettigrew is the sky, and I don't think a single one of those boys would have disagreed.

~~~♤~~~

#harry potter #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #moony padfoot wormtail and prongs #marauders headcanon #the marauders #marauders hc

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Keep Breathing - James Potter

A/N: ahhhhh I am so happy to write for Jamie again! I love him so much! I hope you loves like this :D thank you so much for your request, love!!! xD

Request - ittybittyhogan asked: Hey! I love your work so much! I wanted to request a young James Potter x female Gryffindor reader where they're dating, and she has exercise induced asthma and plays quidditch. While they're in the middle of a game she has an asthma attack so they have to stop the game and Remus (her twin brother) brings her her inhaler 'cause he always holds onto it for her during her games, but it's broken, so James has to try to calm her down? Thank you! You're amazing! 

Warnings: reader has exercise-induced asthma and has an asthma attack in the middle of a Quidditch match (also, I don’t have asthma so I hope I did a good job describing this situation, please if something is incorrect let me know) 

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D

Your name: submit What is this?

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Keep Breathing

I want to change the world, and instead I sleep I want to believe in more than you and me But all that I know is I'm breathing All I can do is keep breathing All we can do is keep breathing now

“Fuck! They are killing us!” Sirius complained, entering the Gryffindor tent. It was the final Quidditch game against Ravenclaw and they requested a time-out.

James gathered everyone around and went over the plan to turn the match back around and try to win the cup. You tried your best to pay attention to your boyfriend but you were exhausted. Sirius was right. Ravenclaw was kicking your asses. You slowly sat down on the bench and tried to pay attention to James’ game plan. Once he was done, everyone either went out of the tent or grabbed something to drink but you didn't move.

“Hey, princess” James said, walking over to you and squatting down to your level. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah” you smiled at him.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m fine, Jamie” you insisted, leaning in to give him a small kiss. “Stop worrying so much-”

“No, I’m not going to apologize for worrying about you, love” he informed you.

“But there’s nothing to worry about-”

“It’s been a long match. I don’t want you to overwork yourself” he said, with worry written all over his beautiful hazel eyes.

“I know” you said, placing your hand on his cheek. “I’m okay, I promise I’ll let you know if it’s too much, okay?”

“Okay” he said, getting up and kissing your forehead. “I love you, Miss Lupin” he said, helping you stand up and leaning down to kiss you.

“I love you too, Mr. Potter” you smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, we all love each other! Let’s go lovebirds, we have a match to win!” Sirius argued when he popped his head inside the tent before he rolled his eyes and went back out.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes” you said, kissing his cheek. “Stop worrying about me, we have a match to win” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the tent.

“I always worry about you, love” he said, kissing the side of your head.

“You don’t have to, love. I promise I’m fine” you smiled as you reached the pitch again.

Oh, how wrong you were. The second part of the match was even worse. Not only was Ravenclaw somehow playing better but the weather wasn’t helping you at all. The wind had picked up and it was even colder than before. You wanted nothing more than to find the Snitch, grab it and get this over with. If you caught it, you still had a chance to win, so not only would this finally end, but you would win and James would be the happiest man on Earth. So, you tried focusing on that bloody Snitch. When you finally spotted it, you held tightly to your broom and started flying towards it as fast as you could. You were getting so close, but then, what you feared started to happen. You felt your breathing become short and you felt a massive tightness in your chest. Shit! Not now!  You couldn’t stop. You were almost there. You looked for your inhaler in your pocket and took it out thinking it would help and give you just enough time to get to the Snitch and get this over with.

“LUPIN!” you heard Fabian Prewett flying closer, pushing you away and batting one of the Bludgers almost hitting you, and making your inhaler fall out of your hand. “Shit! You alright?” he asked when he saw you trying to breathe properly.

“Shit” you muttered, knowing it was lost and most likely broken. “Uh-” you said, trying to take a deep breath but you were obviously not succeeding. This could not be happening. Not right now. “Get S-Sirius-” you managed to say.

“Shit! BLACK!” he started flying the other way. You stopped for a moment and tried to catch your breath. You were about to take flight again, looking for the Snitch, when you felt someone pull your broom back. You turned around and almost yelled at whichever Ravenclaw teammate did this to you, but you found Sirius looking at you instead.

“Lupin! What the fuck?” he snapped at you.

“I have to-” you said between breaths. “Get the Snitch-!”

“The fuck you are!” he said, grabbing your broom and he started pulling you down with him.

“S-stop” you said, trying to move out of his grip.

“TIME OUT!” he yelled at Madam Hooch, who quickly blew her whistle, making both teammates stop.

“Looks like it’s another time out just as Potter was about to score!”

“Fuck! What the bloody hell is it now?” James complained as he was so close to scoring for Gryffindor again. But then, he saw Sirius landing with you by his side and it looked like he was carefully trying to help you off your broom and holding you up. “SHIT!” he said, dropping the Quaffle in the process and making his way towards you as fast as he could. “(Y/N)!” he yelled at you, throwing his broom before he could even land properly and running over to you. “Love, what’s wrong?!”

“N-” you couldn’t even say ‘nothing’ as you tried to take deep breaths but you were wheezing badly.

“I’ll go get Pomfrey!” Madam Hooch said, leaving the scene.

“What is wrong with her?” Gideon asked.

“She was just looking weak, mate. She asked me to go get Black” Fabian explained.

“Princess, look at me” James said, placing your head softly between his hands. “Where’s your inhaler?”

“F-fell” you managed to say.

“Remus always has one!” Sirius remembered, as he gently sat you down and James knelt with you. “I’ll go get-”

“(Y/N)!” they turned around to see Remus already running down the pitch towards them. “What’s happening? Where’s her inhaler?” he said, with his already in his hand. James quickly took it from him.

“She dropped it” Sirius explained as James shook the inhaler in his hand.

“Breathe out, love” he instructed before he brought the inhaler to your lips and pressed it down but nothing happened. “Shit! It’s not working!”

“What? What do you mean is not working? Did you do it correctly?” Remus asked, kneeling next to him and taking it from James. He tried to do the same thing but he got the same result. Nothing came out. “Shit! It’s broken-!”

“I have one in my bag!” James told him, surprising you as you still tried to breathe properly.

“Where is it?” Remus asked, getting up.

“It’s in the tent, come on, love!” Sirius said, pulling him away.

“Jamie” you said, feeling your eyes water and the pain in your chest getting worse.

“I’m here, princess” he said, softly, trying to remain calm and not show you how scared he actually was because he knew you needed him right now. “He’s gonna be right back, okay? Madam Pomfrey too” he said, stroking his hand up and down your back. “Try to breathe through your nose, yeah?”

For you it felt like an eternity but it wasn’t that long before Remus and Sirius came back with the backup inhaler. Madam Pomfrey and Madam Hooch came closer at the same time with the heads of both houses.

“Here” Sirius said, handing it to James who shook it before he brought it to your lips again.

“Take a deep breath, princess” he pressed it and this time you felt the medicine hit you. You were able to take a deep breath, feeling better for a moment as you held your breath. “Do you need another one?” James asked, already shaking your inhaler again as you nodded and he repeated the same thing. “Do you feel better?” he asked, stroking your back softly.

“Do you think you can continue?” Madam Hooch asked, but before you could even respond, your boyfriend and your brother did it for you.

“No!”

“Of course, not!” Remus snapped.

“I c-can” you managed to say.

“Have you lost your mind?” Remus snapped, kneeling down next to you.

“No, love, there is no way I’m letting you back on the match” James said, looking at you with his big puppy eyes.

“Y-you’re b-benching me?” you pouted.

“Actually, if you cannot continue then I’m afraid that Ravenclaw would win” Madam Hooch said.

“What? But none of us caught the Snitch!” Sirius complained.

“Yes, but your Seeker is indisposed” she explained. “Either both teams agree to reschedule the entire match or Gryffindor forfeits and Ravenclaw wins” she told them.

“Then we forfeit” James said, without even thinking.

“What? Potter!” the Prewett twins complained.

“J-James-” you tried to get his attention, but he stood up and you were still not feeling your best.

“I am not going to let my girlfriend go back out there and have another asthma attack!” he said in a serious tone.

“But it’s the final!”

“We can reschedule” the captain of the Ravenclaw team suddenly intervened.

“What? Mate! We won already!” one of his teammates complained.

“No! I don’t want to win like this” he said, looking at you. “They still had a chance to beat us. Potter was about to score and if Lupin had caught the Snitch they would have won. It’s not fair to win because she had an asthma attack” he shrugged.

“Really?” James asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah, mate” he said offering his hand for him to shake. “Rematch?”

“Rematch” James agreed, shaking his hand.

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“Jamie, you should go to dinner” you said as he fluffed your pillow for about the tenth time while you rested on his bed since he had insisted to stay glued to you for the rest of the day.

“Nope, there is no way I am not moving and leaving you alone. I have your favorite tea, all of your blankets, and Wormtail, Moony, and Padfoot will bring us dinner” he said, sitting down next to you and kissing your forehead. “How are you feeling, princess?” he asked, handing you a cup of tea.

“I’m feeling much better, Jamie” you said, taking a sip of your tea. “Um-” you looked down at the smoke coming out of your tea.

“What is it? Is it too hot? Not hot enough? Is it the wrong tea?”

“No, love” you smiled at him. “The tea is perfect” you assured him, placing your mug on James’ nightstand. “Everything is” you said. “I just uh-” you sighed.

“What? What’s wrong, love?” he asked, worriedly.

“Nothing” you said, grabbing his hand between yours. “I’m sorry” you said, making him frown his eyebrows.

“What? What are you sorry for?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“I’m sorry about the match” you said, intertwining your fingers with his and playing with his hand.

“What are you talking about?”

“I should have told you it was too much and maybe the time-out could have been a little longer” you explained. “You asked me if I was okay and told me to not overwork myself and that’s exactly what I did and it almost cost us the match” you pouted. “You almost forfeit because I couldn’t look for the Snitch anymore and my inhaler got lost and Remus’ was broken and- I didn’t even know you had an inhaler, so if it wasn’t because of that-”

“Princess, hold on. Slow down” he chuckled, kissing your hand. “You have nothing to be sorry for” he said, cupping your cheek and brushing away a small tear that fell down your cheek.

“B-but I made us almost lose the match-”

“Love, that doesn’t matter” he insisted.

“But it was the final match-”

“That doesn’t change anything” he said, sitting up and hugging you closer to him. “You needed to stop and that’s what you did! You shouldn’t have pushed yourself so much, love-”

“I wanted us to win” you mumbled quietly. “I thought you would be happy if I-”

“Sweetheart, listen to me” he said, lifting your face so you would look at him. “No bloody match is more important than you being okay” he said firmly. “I don’t care if it would have cost us the Quidditch Cup. You are the most important thing in my life and I love you so much, (Y/N) Lupin” he said, smiling at you and kissing your forehead.

“I love you too, James Potter” you said, with a few more tears running down your cheeks. “I’m sorry I scared you” you told him. 

“It’s alright, love” he said, kissing your temple. “Just, please don’t do it again. Ever” he said, making you chuckle. 

“Thank you for taking care of me” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“That’s my favorite job in the whole world, princess” he said, kissing you again.

“Hey!” you two jumped apart when Remus and Sirius barged into the room. “I said I was okay with you two dating if you didn’t kiss in front of me!” your brother complained, bringing a tray of food for you.

“Oh, you are such a hypocrite! You kiss Sirius in front of me all the time!” you rolled your eyes.

“That is not the same thing” Remus argued.

“Of course is not. You can’t blame him, love. He gets to kiss me” he said, bringing James his tray of food. “You only get to kiss Prongs and his dorky face!” he laughed.

“Hey!” he complained. “If you weren’t bringing me food, I would be so mad at you right now” he said.

“You feeling better, sweetheart?” Sirius asked you. “That was quite a scare you gave us” he said, sitting on his bed with Remus by his side. “Especially your brother. He won’t shut up about-”

“Sirius!” Remus said, shoving a cookie in his mouth to make him stop talking. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling better, Remmy” you smiled at him. “I’m sorry I worried you so much-”

“I wasn’t that worried, I know you were okay and-”

“And I know you. And I know you were worried. And that you’re blaming yourself because your inhaler was broken” you told him.

“I should have known-” he said looking down at his hands.

“Remmy” you said, getting up from James’ bed and walking over to your brother, sitting down next to him. “You couldn’t have known this would happen today and that I would lose my own inhaler” you said, hugging him.

“Fine. I guess I was a little worried” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I’m glad you’re okay” he said, kissing the side of your head.

“We both are” Sirius said, hugging both of you and kissing your cheek repeatedly.

“Sirius!” you giggled, trying to get out of his hug.

“Padfoot!” James said, pulling you out and hugging you to him instead. “Stop hogging my Lupin!”

“That’s fine! My Lupin’s prettier” he said, kissing Remus’ cheek.

“Ha! You wish, Pads” he laughed, sitting back on his bed and taking you to sit on his lap. “Mine’s the prettiest” he said, kissing your cheek.

“You two are idiots” you and Remus said at the same time.

The End 

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A/N: aahhhh I hope you guys liked it! please let me know what you think! :D

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Uniform

Pairing: Older!remus lupin x female!reader

Warnings: Smut (minors dni) unprotected sex (cuz fiction), light spanking, dirty talk, oral (male recieving), roleplay (student w/ teacher but both parties are legal age)

Summary: Remus never realized how cute you looked as a student. 

A/n: No stealing. Like it? Reblog. Make any requests if you want, not sure if I can get to them any time in the near future though. Based off this headcanon.

You had caught Remus’s eye the moment he saw you walk in to your first Order meeting. 

You had joined a few years after he had, right after you had graduated, but it wasn’t long before you two became close. It started with a few shy glances, several inside jokes, and a couple of intimate conversations before your relationship truly began to blossom. And with the long hours spent together during missions, your affection for each other only grew stronger. 

When you finally mustered up the courage to ask Remus out on a date, he was ecstatic. Soon, one date turned into two, then three, until finally time spent together intimately in the night. It wasn’t long until you were already living together in a cozy little apartment, creating your own little family. Your relationship was like a spark that grew into a roaring fire that was enough to keep you two warm through the nights of such a cold war. 

Remus was in love with every inch of you. From the way your body moved to the sound of your very voice. Something about your warmth and innocence brought something out in him that even he couldn’t pinpoint. You took care of him. More than he ever could. How had he ever lived without you at this point? Now, it felt like his own survival depended on you.  

Truly, sometimes he cursed himself that you two never met sooner. You were both at school together, a couple of years apart, and simply passed each other by. Never noticing. And he regrets it now more than ever. If only he hadn’t been such a typical teenage boy, more distracted by his studies and never taking the time to look up from a book. Perhaps if he had paid more attention, he could’ve met you sooner. And more time spent with you the better.

Sometimes he’d tried to imagine what you must’ve been like as a schoolgirl. You act so motherly and grown-up but what about as a teen? Had you been a goody-two shoes? A party girl? How similar must you have been to the female students he teaches now in class? You must’ve been at least a little immature, he always overhears your old classmates tease you about your change in attitude ever since graduating. A side of you he’s never seen. 

Until now. 

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“Oh, wow.”

You couldn’t believe you still had this. Sitting on the ground of yours and Remus’s bedroom, you held up your old school uniform that you had just dug up from the bottom of your closet. You had just been looking for your winter clothes when you came across this memento from the past. 

“I thought I threw this out...” you murmured to no one in particular. You were currently alone since Remus was at work, but he should’ve been arriving soon. Still...

You bit your lip uncertainly. It wouldn’t be wrong to try it on just for a moment, right? Just to see if it still fit. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you wanted to feel like a young girl again, even for a moment. 

Undressing yourself quickly, you slipped into the garments and stood in front of the mirror to get a look at yourself. Not bad. There were some areas that were a little tight here and there, and your skirt was shorter than you remembered, but all was fine. You did a little twirl, the wind lifting your pleated skirt. At that moment, you heard the door open. 

“Hey, sweetie. Classes ended a little early today—” Remus stopped dead in his tracks. The door to your bedroom had been wide open, giving him a perfect view of you all dressed up from across the living room. 

For a moment, he was speechless. And so were you. 

“Remus?” you exclaimed, trying pull down the hem of your skirt and cover yourself. “I-I can explain...”

Remus blinked, snapping out of his trance. Just liked that, he came into the apartment and walked over to you. 

“Is that your old uniform?” he asked, looking at your outfit up and down. You were the very spitting image of your old photos that he saw in your albums. He felt transported back in time. Something about this situation was very appealing...

You nervously fiddled with your sleeves, embarrassed to have been caught. “Yeah...” you admitted. “Does it look bad?”

“No! Of course not,” Remus immediately insisted, grabbing your hand gently. He sucked in a breath, trying to take it all in. The way your tight shirt clinged to your body, the whiteness of the fabric giving him a perfect view of your nipples since you hadn’t been wearing a bra, your skirt riding up your thighs with every movement that you made; it was almost too much to bear. “It’s really nice, I swear.”

His hand began slowly trailing up your arm, to your collarbone as he began to lean in, a strange glint in your eye. Your breath hitched, not understanding what suddenly got into him. 

“So pretty...”

Before you knew it, you were kissing. Lips meshing together in a rhythmic beat, tongues tangled, saliva dripping, before Remus eventually led you over to the bed. 

“Remus,” you managed to say once you came up for a breath of air. “Why—”

“No need to be embarrassed, love,” he murmured as he stopped kissing in order to burying his nose in your neck. He had already untied your tie and was unbuttoning your shirt, leaving a trail of kisses as he went further down. “Did you get all dressed up f’me? So cute.”

He pressed you against the bed, trapping you between his legs and reveling at you in all your glory. As you looked up at him, there was a very visible bulge in his pants. He cupped your face gently, a whisper of a grin on his own.

“Miss L/N,” he suddenly said, voice now firm. The same tone he used in class. You looked up at him, confused. 

“Miss L/N,” he repeated, tracing his finger over your dainty lips. “I have to say, I’m surprised. Trying to seduce your professor, have you no shame?”

Finally, it occurred to you what he was doing. Deciding to go along with it, you hesitantly went, “I’m s-sorry...”

He smirked, leaning back down to place kiss along your neck, lightly biting down and sucking on the skin, turning your into a whimpering mess.  

“Oh? I’m not sure I can believe you, Miss L/N,” he whispered into your ear, kneading your bare breast. He gave your nipple a quick pinch, causing you to let out another moan. “Not when you’re dressed like such...” his hand was now rubbing against your inner thigh, slowly making its way up. “Honestly, it seems that some disciplinary action will be needed.”

At those words, he climbed off you lifted your legs up, holding them by the ankles. You gasped when he forcefully took his other hand and slapped it across your thighs without warning. 

“I think ten slaps should suffice, hm?” he said as he watched you whimper. “Count for me, love.”

As painful as it was, you couldn’t deny the clear wet patch that was forming on your cotton panties. So, willingly, you went “One...”

He slapped you again, this time your skin was more sensitive as you let out a deeper moan.

“T-two...”

He continued on until your thighs were a bright, raw pink. He gently placed your legs back down and gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead. 

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Breathing heavily, you gave him a weak nod. “Use your words.”

“No,” you gasped, breathing heavily. “I...I liked it.”

 Remus smirked. “Good girl. Of course, I’m not finished with you yet.”

He unzipped his pants. “If you’re so desperate to earn that extra credit, you might as well work for it. You do want to remain the top student of my class, don’t you?”

Knowing the drill, you slowly crawled over, pulling his stretched out underwear off. You swallowed, taken aback by just how hard Remus really was.

Just like that, you dragged your wet tongue right from the tip which was already glistening from the precum, your ears burning with the sweet sounds of his moans that filled the room. You made sure to take your time, trying to get every inch before finally taking it all into your mouth and eventually hitting the back of your throat.

Remus’s hand found itself at the back of your head, pushing it down to cover the entire base of his cock, ignoring your gurgling as you tried not to trigger your gag reflex. You began to hollow your cheeks, tightening the space around his member, and you could feel his bulge getting bigger in your mouth. 

His hips jerked up to your lips, and he could feel himself right on the edge. Something about watching you kneeling down before in that now rustled uniform, like some goody-two-shoes student who he’s broken down into some common whore for his own pleasure, brought something out in him he couldn’t quite explain. 

“Fuck...” you could hear him murmur. “When you move your mouth like that, baby... seems like somebody is looking for a reward.”

Right then, Remus tugged at your hair, pulling your mouth away with a tiny ‘pop’ and once again flipped you on your back, pinning you down. Without taking off your skirt, he tugged off your white panties, which had already formed a considerably-sized wet stain, and began to use his thumb to circle around on your clit. You broke out into a series of moans and a pool of your arousal began to drip down your cunt. 

“Remus!” you cried out, wrapping your hips around his waist to pull him closer. 

“Remus?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t believe we’re on any first-name basis, Miss L/N. ‘Professor’ will do just fine.”

“Professor!” you whimpered. “Please... I want...”

“Hm? Tell me, dear, what is it?” he said, now using his other hand to plunge two of his fingers into your pussy. He smirked, watching you squirm under him and bent down to lightly suck on one of your breasts, flicking your sensitive nipple with his tongue. “You’ve gotten yourself a taste and now you want the full treat? Is that it?”

You stared up at him, desperately giving him such an innocent pair of “fuck-me” eyes that Remus could have been pushed over the edge right then and there. You bit your lip, nodding eagerly. 

That was all the response he needed. He wasted no time in pushing his cock through your entrance and you screamed out in pleasure. He started ramming into you, flipping up your skirt in order to maintain a firm grip on your hips, and he watched as you continued to cry out ‘professor’ while your breasts bounced from the sheer force. In his eyes, as he fucked you in that dishelved uniform; loose tie, unbuttoned blouse, knee-socks that were at your ankles now, he saw you— a young, juvenile you who was being defiled for the first time by none other than him. The idea itself was enough to quicken his pace from the desire. 

“Fuck me!” you cried out. “Fuck me, professor! I’ll be a good girl from now on, just keep going!” Remus scoffed at your words. 

“What a good little slut, doing whatever her teacher asks of her,” he growled, still circling his thumb on your clit with one hand. “Must be nice to have the taste of a grown man as your first, huh? Imma ruin you for all the other boys— fuck you until you can’t think of anyone else.”

Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head; his thrusts were rough and harsh, sending sparks up your spine. This was an entirely different side to the Remus you usually knew. And yet something about his degradation and dominance caused a burning heat of desire in your chest that caused you to submit to him at once. 

As your hips snapped together, his pace refusing to slow down, you started to near your high, the pressure building up in your stomach. Remus could feel your walls tightening around his cock. 

“Gonna cum...” you whimpered. “Please, professor, I wanna cum...”

The begging look on your face was so adorable, Remus couldn’t help but lean down and interlock your lips together, muffling your moans as your tongues tangled. When he pulled away, he watched as the sliver of saliva drop out of your mouth. 

“What a good girl.”

Your whole body spasmed and your toes curled as you finally were pushed off the edge of your orgasm. Your back arched as you buckled your hips to Remus’s and you felt to hot white liquid of his seed spurt inside of you. You rocked against each other for a few more moments to ride out both of your highs. The two of you panted, looking at each other and feeling flushed. 

You swallowed. “Wow...” you said slowly. “That was new.”

Remus grinned down on you sheepishly and he moved to rest beside you on the bed, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. “I guess I just like the outfit that much.”

Since then, your old school uniform has continued to make a regular appearance in the bedroom.  

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[delicrieux]

—𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯

pairing—remus lupin x fem!reader genre—angst, romance, young adult warnings—descriptions of blood & bruises, swearing, uses of cigarettes & alcohol cast—y/n, remus, james, lily, sirius word count— 3k.

—remus & y/n come to london

author’s note: i’m so happy everyone liked the first part!! hope you will love this one, too 

masterlist | buy me coffee☕ | season series masterpost | autumn features ♥ back to september ♥ autumn ends with november.

Golden-orange leaves melt into the houses, cover the ground, glide like waves; vines, deep dried brown, wrapped around stone, clutch, seep with cold.

The pretty sheen of September thaws steadily. The fog-laden town, with its dead branches and cloudy skies, seems to be hiding a curse within it, but perhaps he feels so because the full moon had taken and spit him out –bruised, and tainted, in a subtle, but permanent way.

(Name) had been especially frightened when he showed up at her doorsteps, a blink away from dawn, torn up and scarred and bleeding from his lip. The cut is still healing. Herbal medicine and dollar store cream doesn’t quite do the trick anymore. He can’t afford anything stronger, is too ashamed to ask. She almost cried, and stuttered, and her fingers were soft on his purple-blue blotches of skin, and he almost cried, too.

He told a lie: fell down, was attacked by a wild boar, or maybe went hiking and some unfortunate accident snatched him up mid-walk. It was inconsequential and she believed him and he did not think about it since.

Her bed is warm and he lies in the sheets and reads a book he found on the nightstand, the blue-grey morning light streaming from the window. But before long, he glances up, finding (Name) standing half hidden by the doorway. She seems troubled. He slowly sits upright, flashing a little smile to ease the both of them, “Hey…What’s wrong?”

All sorts of terrible things rush into his head. But before he can settle for one, she breaks his gaze, resting her cheek on the threshold, her hands folding over her chest, “Remus…” She starts, soft, thinking, “Do you ever get…restless?”

“Restless?” He repeats, not understanding why she’s so unnerved by the word. His honest answer would be no, he does not, because he is always restless, stuck in vertigo as the world spirals around him. He only wishes for peace. He is lucky to have found that peace here. He pretends to think, shakes his head a little, “I…guess.” He finally says, “And you?”

She finally enters the room, takes a seat on the edge of the bed, fiddles with the woven quilt as if it was somehow more interesting.

“I…can’t say I used to.” She admits, “I was…content with living out the rest of my life here. But then I met you, and I…” Their gazes meet; his heart skips, “I realized that…I want to go. Meet your family and your friends. Stay in London. See the world.” As if her confession’s been too intimate, she clears her throat and tightens her hands, “I-I mean, not that...You have to take me, it’s just…You always talk about your friends and they sound like a riot. Besides, you’ve met all of mine already, and really now, you can’t even watch a film in Bibury…” She trails off.

“Okay.”

“…Okay?”

“Okay. Let’s go to London.”

Her face lights up with a smile, “Really?” She asks, breathless.

He grins, “Yes. They’ve been sort of nagging me to finally introduce you properly.” He finishes, scratching the back of his head. She squeals, throwing herself onto him and kissing him all over, giggling, smiling. To be with her is the same as living with sunshine.

. . .

She’s wearing a red coat and it stands out among the monotone colours of the burgeoning city. She’s awed, seldom faced with so many people, stumbling and apologizing when her gawking ends with bumping into someone. London is too large to admire everything at once, and the people here are used to rushing – where? No one really knows.

“It’s quite overwhelming,” She admits in a small café, nursing a cup of coffee in her gloved hand. They stand outside, by a table and a newsstand, people-watching. She smiles to herself a little, pleased, “but lovely.”

Remus doesn’t see what she sees. London had never been kind. He sees it in detail, clearly – it’s dirty, and loud, and despite being so large, he could never find a place to fit. It rejects him. Most things in life do.

Not knowing what else to say, he mumbles, “You get used to it.”

It’s nice holding her hand, tucking it into his pocket to for safe keeping. His heart beats just a tad faster as they stroll, and for the first time it has nothing to do with anxiety. She points and asks about monuments, exclaims in delight at the pretty pastries or expensive dresses, laughs at the kitsch merchandise stands sat on every corner trying to attract tourists.

He points at a shirt I LOVE LONDON and asks, “Want one?”

She shakes her head vigorously, palm over her lips, “Only if we’re matching. I’m not wearing that alone.”

Remus slinks away from her, pulls out his wallet, momentarily laments at the measly count of bills within it. She mustn’t know. He smiles at the clerk, “Two of those ones,” he motions, “and, uh, can you put it in a bag? All nice?”

The clerk tries his best, though his best made of plastic and not at all flattering.

“You’re terrible.” She comments. He kisses her on the cheek.

“You said you don’t want to wear it alone.”

“Remus, it’s hideous.”

“That’s London for you.”

When evening draws she has a better look at his flat: small, cluttered, gloomy. Piled records collect dust on the shelves; books with dog-eared pages and hand-me-down covers and inky fingerprints line his bookcase; dry flowers beg for water on the windowsills. No pictures and muggle paintings of sceneries and baroque ladies he got from the thrift store.

(Name) makes tea into chipped cups as he tries to fix the record player – something with the stylus, seems crooked again. He hears the kettle wheezing from the other room, then opening cabinets and soft humming. The air tints with a minty scent. He gulps past the lump in his throat and his hand shakes a little. He has never felt so at home here. He figured he never will.

She emerges from the kitchen and places the tea on a small table beside him, “Did you decide what we’re having for dinner?” She questions, taking a moment to admire the torn wallpaper. He had, when first introducing her to what he has called home since Hogwarts, feared the clutter and mess will repulse her. From the lovely glean in her eyes, he had discerned that it had had the opposite effect, “Your fridge is empty.”

“I was leaving,” He mutters, ceasing his mussing over the record player, “didn’t know when I’d be back.” Only party a lie. He never cooks at home, doesn’t have enough money for something more than an instant meal anyway. Despite the happiness of having you around, his thoughts weigh on him, settle deep waiting to be acknowledged – he really is pathetic, isn’t he?

When will you start thinking like that, too?

“Is there a shop nearby? I’ll make your favourite.” She says with a smile.

“Downstairs, but no need, you’re my guest—“

She ruffles his hair, snatching the keys, “Prepare the wine, I won’t cook on an empty stomach.”

“Pretty sure that’s not how that saying goes.”

“Don’t get smart with me, Remus.”

Hand in hand they walk past a puddle, muddy and leaf-ridden and (Name) halts beside it, nearly dropping a tray in her hand. The evening is cold and dyed in warm-yellow lamp light. Glancing down, he sees a vague, dim reflection of the both of them.

“Are you alright?” He wonders aloud. She’s still looking down, and suddenly she laughs.

“Oh, to be a little frog swimming in a little puddle.”

He barks out a laugh – it’s so unexpected and loud and joyous that it startles both of them, “What?”

“I’m nervous.” She admits, shrugging; rain dots her red coat in splatters. It will start pouring if they don’t hurry, “What if your friends don’t like me?”

“Then they’re stupid and not my friends.” The truth had never sounded so easy for him, “And besides,” he draws closer, “they’ll love you. I know they will. Now c’mon, we’re late enough as it is.”

The Potter residence is glowing: polished silverware, new furniture, bright lights and even brighter smiles. Dinner wafts through the air as rain pounds on the windows. Remus is greeted by hearty hugs and cheeky comments about his frequent disappearances. (Name) had barely enough time to shrug off her coat and unwrap her scarf before she’s pounced by Lily and pulled into a hug.

“My days, you’re prettier than I imagined,” Lily mutters and she pulls away, her grin lined in red lipstick. She glances about (Name)’s face, takes in her features, the smudges of mascara and dots of rain on her cheeks, “Remus!” She suddenly barks, turning to him.

“Yes, Lils?” He manages to wrestle out of Sirius’ embrace just long enough to catch her gaze.

“You didn’t do her justice, you daft! Said she’s a lovely girl!”

“She is a lovely girl.”

“Not this lovely!” She pulls (Name) along, “Come, oh my days, sorry for the mess, wasn’t expecting—not sure what I was expecting, to be honest. I’m Lily, but you know that already—Gosh, it’s just that, see, Mooney’s all, you won’t believe it—“ The two of them disappear into the kitchen with their breaths held and hushed giggles echoing. Secrets are shared and friendships are forged, Remus has no doubt about that.

Sirius smells faintly of cigarettes and whiskey as he slings his arm over Remus’ shoulder, “So,” He drawls, eyes glinting mischievously, “how’d you do it?”

“Did what?”

“Snag (Name).”

“Oh, c’mon, Sirius,” James grins, “Mooney’s a fine lad, aren’t cha, Mooney?”

Remus snorts, swatting Potter’s hand away, “Fuck off, lot of you.”

“Glad to see marriage hasn’t changed you, Potter.” Sirius comments.

“Heard that!” Lily yells from the other room.

They sit by the dinner table – candle lit and overflowing – and chatter idly. Remus eagerly listens to a tale weaved by Sirius, with all the necessary theatrics and exaggerations. James sips his wine and chews his food and makes sure to add a correction. Lily’s turned in her chair, head in her palm, discussing something quietly with (Name) – the latter bites down her enthusiasm, hiding her laughter behind her hand.

Remus glances at her. She’s lovely. She fits right in, as if she had always belonged here. He doesn’t understand how he didn’t meet her sooner.

“—and Halloween!” Sirius suddenly exclaims, catching everyone’s attention, “(Name), when are you leaving?” He leans in, holds his hand up in a toast, “Can’t leave before Halloween, surely?”

(Name) glances at Remus, as if asking for permission, but permission for what? To stay? Remus couldn’t let her go even if he wanted to. He nods, but it’s only a slight dip of his head, unnoticeable if not watched closely. She smiles, bites her lip, “Not sure, but—“ she clicks her glass with Sirius’, “can’t leave before Halloween.”

“Have you picked a costume yet?” Lily asks, “Can’t decide on mine. We could go shopping sometime? The two of us?” She draws near with a conspiracy, “Let’s ditch the boys, what they know, anyway?”

“I’ll have you know I’m going as—“ But James suddenly shuts his mouth and swallows hard, almost chokes. Clearing his throat, he adds, “A-A wizard. Gloomy wizard. With a cape and all. It’s stupid, I’ll be drunk.”

“A wizard?” (Name) raise a brow. Something stirs in the air. It’s discomfort. She doesn’t notice it, “Didn’t take you for the type, James.”

“What can I say?” He shrugs, “I believe in magic.”

“The full moon.” It slips past Lily’s lips sharply. She sits up, rigid, “It’s on Halloween, no?”

This is why Remus never plans.

“I think so?” You smile, “Frightening, isn’t it? Maybe we’ll see a ghost—“

“—or a monster.” Remus says. It’s an off handed comment, but it’s his tone that strikes the rest to silence. Harsh, gruff, unpolished – it’s deep, displeased, angry almost. (Name) wilts in her seat, glances around the table only to meet apologetic gazes that are trying to appear as confused as she is.

“We don’t—“ She’s still smiling, though uncertain of what to say, “—we’ll think about it.” She nods, putting the end to the topic, “I get, I catch a cold easily, so—you know, it’s whatever. I’ll phone you if we decide to go, Lily.”

Lily’s still glaring at him as she says, “Of course.”

He grows agitated when the moon changes: its nightly trek through the sky and haunting reflection always affects him – he’s so sensitive to it, consciously and not. He despises it, and that hatred spills into his actions and his tone and she simply thinks he’s stressed, because he’s always stressed, why does he even pretend he isn’t?

She’s patient, closer to a saint than a woman, and he thinks she could do better than him, and she deserves someone that won’t regard her with masked scorn. He doesn’t understand what she sees in him, because what he sees in the mirror – such gaunt, ill features – does not seem like much at all. He hates the moon and he hates himself and he hates that he lies but he can’t tell her the truth. He’s in too deep already. He can’t unmask himself now. He doesn’t know when he became so selfish.

Lily’s in London, helping (Name) prepare her hair – shall it be curls, or braids, or pin straight, perhaps a simple brush or no brush at all will do? Lily’s grown fond of her, called often and talked for hours, and when James collected Sirius on their Halloween escaped to the big city, Lily was first to come through the door without knocking.

(Name)’s costume is laid on a plush old armchair, a white dress with a pair of baby wings she had spent hours gluing together from white feathers. She’s an angel, perhaps, or more so gentle Juliet. Remus can barely hide the tremble in his hands, his mind blazing. He watches Lily dote about the seated woman as the music plays as the afternoon slowly slinks to evening. James and Remus are smoking by the open window, deciding which costume the latter should wear – a handsome pirate or Dorian Gray, Sirius can pull off both.

Two of his friends keep glancing at Remus nursing a glass of wine. The moon’s swollen tonight. They notice the sickly gleam about his face, the tightly squeezed jaw. Only (Name) is impervious to his discomfort, too caught up in her fun. She picks up a small case of baby blue eye shadow and gazes into her reflection in the small mirror. She’s so beautiful, what is she doing with him?

The telephone rings and Remus nearly topples his glass over. They all startle at the disturbance, and shakily Remus goes to answer, his mind reeling – this, perhaps, is something he can use, something must come of this, perhaps an accident happened, he’s not one to pray but he’s pleading now to whoever would listen to save him from the mess of his own making.

“Hello?” He speaks into the receiver. A chipper telemarketer voice chimes from the other side, and a part of him dies. He almost hangs up but the halts, midway from pulling the device from his ear.

His friends don’t know who’s calling. (Name) will be none the wiser. Sirius and James may yet save him, only if he dares. He gulps, and the wine makes his voice rasp, and he sounds so sombre he barely needs pretending. He doesn’t care for the confusion in the telemarketer’s voice, nor when she tries to steer the conversation back to the product she’s advertising. He laments, yes, he will be over soon, how unfortunate it is to be met with such circumstances on such a night.

The call ends and he returns from the hall, catching the attention of everyone in the room, “…It’s my dad.” He says, and there’s such a sick, deep guilt boiling within him that he nearly chokes on it, “He’s at the hospital.”

“What?” (Name) gasps, coming to stand and approaching hurriedly to grasp his hands between her own. He looks away quickly, staring at James and Sirius, “Is he alright? Is it serious?”

“I need to go.” Remus says, “I’m sorry.” He adds, softly, to her only.

“I can drive you.” James says suddenly, his voice a pitch higher than usual. He was never as good of a liar as Sirius or Remus. Lily strikes him down with a glare. He nearly withers.

“I’ll have to stay overnight.” Remus tenses.

“Let me come with you.” (Name) says, wild with worry. He’s disgusted with himself, “I don’t want to leave you.” She whispers, and this secret stays between them, spoken between the distance of their bodies.

“No, no, you were so excited—“ He brings her hands closer, kisses her knuckles all over, “—you should stay here. See the city, you’ll love it.”

“Remus—“ She’s in a mood to argue. Hopeless, he glances at his friends.

Sirius saunters over, throws an arm over her shoulders, “C’mon, Juliet, his old man’s probably fine, it’s nothing serious, is it, Remus?”

“Just an accident. He works in construction, sprained something, probably. But I still need to go.”

“I’ll drive you.” James is already throwing on his coat, “Won’t be far, I’ll come back later and we can all go drinking, right, Lils?”

Lily remains silent, her features set in stone.

“We’ll take care of her, Romeo.” Sirius grins, “And I’ll make sure she doesn’t drink too much without you.”

“Hardly.” Lily bites.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” Remus can barely escape (Name)’s gaze, but he tries, “I’m sorry. I’ll be back in the morning. On the first train.” And he continues blabbering as he hurriedly dresses for the weather, and James is already waiting in the hallway with his keys jingling, “Sorry.” I love you, but it’s too early to say that, “Have a fun night, the lot of you.”

The last thing he sees before the door shuts in (Name)’s hurt expression and Lily’s righteous anger. It haunts him through the night.

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 42

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

Note: Part 42 does not contain any smut.

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The moment you heard what Remus’ wish was, all of the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

That’s why I didn’t die. My wish was for the Nine-Tailed Fox to grant Remus’ wish. I assumed that Remus would wish to no longer be a werewolf. Only, Remus wished to be with me. Those wishes are contradictory. Per the terms of the original bargain, I was supposed to die. But obviously, Remus’ wish entailed that I remain alive.  The Nine-Tailed Fox’s magic must have gone back-and-forth between us until it caught Artemis’ wish, since Artemis was nestled between us – Artemis, who was chewing on my wand, and who was wishing with all of her heart to become a magical creature.

Seeing you frozen, Remus tried to explain himself. “I realize that it was foolish. Selfish, even. At the time, I didn’t even know that you weren’t with Rowan anymore. But, you see, when you asked me to make a wish, I didn’t realize that it was connected to the Nine-Tailed Fox’s power and that it might actually come true, so I simply let myself think of the silliest wish. You’re under no obligation to - ”

Remus abruptly cut off, as you suddenly reached over and grasped his hands. Squeezing his hands tightly, you whispered, in a shaky, disbelieving voice,  “Me? You wished for me?”

“To be with you,” Remus corrected you gently. “However you wished that relationship to be.”

“Oh,” you murmured, in a barely audible voice. You stared at Remus with wide eyes, unable to comprehend everything that he was saying to you. Well, more accurately put, your mind understood what was going on. After all, you hadn’t been blind to how protective and attentive Remus had been to you over the past few weeks. But your heart – your heart wasn’t ready to let itself believe in such a long-sought-after, forever-far-away fairytale ending.

But there Remus was, standing before you and saying, “Don’t you remember? You always used to say to me that you could be anything I wanted you to be. Every time, I wanted to say it back to you, but I knew I couldn’t live up to that promise given my - my prior condition.” His voice had fallen into a raspy whisper and he was gazing at you with a complicated, almost haunted expression. “I’ve always wanted to… to cherish you.” Holding your hands back, he stepped closer to you. “You understand what I mean, don’t you?”

You blinked nervously. Do I know what he means? I think I do but… Have I gone mad? Is this all a dream? Maybe the magical doorway spat me out in an alternative universe. Anyhow, shouldn’t we be boarding a train? Or did we just get off of one? Godric, I can barely remember where we are. Why is Remus saying all this to me?  

Seeing your anxious expression, Remus hastily clarified, “And I don’t mean that you always have to be pinned to my side. Of course not. Rather, I’m happy to watch you go off on all of your adventures – I like that about you, that you’re always chasing something. Only when – that is, only if you ever wanted a home to return to, you could perhaps find one in me…” Remus suddenly broke off, startled. “Lovely? Why are you crying?”

You broke away from Remus and hastily wiped your face. You hadn’t realized that you were crying.

Remus, realizing that you were trying to process everything that was going on, remained where he was, though he unconsciously leaned towards you and reached out an open hand to you, wanting to comfort you.

You kept staring at Remus with wide, tearful eyes, and your hands were on your face, catching and wiping away new tears. “Oh,” you whispered, in a hushed, fervent voice. “Oh.”

Remus abruptly realized how much pressure he had put on you. He had only meant to set the record straight. He hadn’t meant to give such a heartfelt confession, and he had most certainly never intended to pressure you into a confession.

Remus wanted to act cool, but he couldn’t bring himself to act casual in any way, not when it meant so damn much to him. Now that he had given his truth to you, he couldn’t deny that he wanted to hear your reply and he couldn’t help but hope that you might reciprocate. Too late, he realized that he had put himself in the most vulnerable position.  

Feeling increasingly anxious, Remus began, “You know you don’t owe me anything. You’ve every right to turn me away, I’m only too aware of that. But I thought, maybe, we could start over because – because I’m not – not – some horrible creature anymore and I wouldn’t have to spend every waking moment trying to protect you from myself now - ” Just then, Remus saw you bite down hard on your lower lip, and your eyes became very sad. 

Remus broke off and turned away from you. Swallowing hard, he nervously looked up at the sun and then quickly looked back down to prevent himself from being blinded by that golden orb, hanging questioningly in the sky.

Meanwhile, you were trying very, very hard to force your scattered brain to think of something appropriate to say. You clasped your hands together and looked all over the train station, as if the right words might be written on a signpost somewhere. Finding nothing, you looked back at Remus again, only to find that he was looking away from you.

You bit your lower lip nervously. Come on, come on, say something. Say something clever. Light-hearted. Accepting. Gracious. Heroic. Your eyes fell on the rip in Remus’ cloak. For a moment, you thought distractedly, Wow, that piece of fabric’s hung on for all of our travels. It was ripped even when we were back in the mythical realm… Oh, but who cares about that right now? What am I supposed to say? How do I respond to him?

Remus chose that moment to turn back and look at you.

Your mouth fell open. “Um… There’s a hole in your cloak.”

Remus’s face scrunched up into an entirely bemused expression. He let out a rough breath and furiously ran his hand through his hair. Then, he murmured, “C’mon. Let’s go home.”

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You didn’t sleep (or manage to unscramble your fried brain) one whit during the entire bus ride back to Grimmauld Place. In truth, both you and Remus wanted to Apparate straight back to Grimmauld Place, but neither of you wanted to suggest it, since it would acknowledge the intense tension suffocating you both.

More than anything, you wanted to reply to Remus and tell him that you reciprocated his feelings, heart for heart. However, there was some strange sadness unfurling in your heart and it was all meshed up with a thrumming, intense anxiety – and all of it felt overwhelming and it choked your voice.

At one stop, someone came onto the bus and creepily leered at you as he sat next to you. Frowning, Remus insisted that you switch seats with him. You protested silently but vehemently, indicating that you were fine. Remus shook his head at you. The man kept looking over at you, and it was making Remus’ palms go all itchy. Finally, Remus gently but firmly guided you over his lap to switch seats with you. “For me,” he whispered to you, as he pulled you across him.

When you felt Remus let go of you, your heart gave a jolt. Wait, no. Don’t let go of me.

You nearly reached for his hand, but you stopped yourself just in time. No, I’ve got to say something first.

You glanced sideways at him. I can’t say I love you, can I?

Hmm, no, you decided. That would be too much, right off the bat.

The voice in your head responded, But anything less than that is a lie.

True.

Nervously tapping your fingers against your thigh, you stole yet another glance at Remus. Should I perhaps just kiss him? That would make my feelings clear, wouldn’t it?

No, I can’t do that, you told yourself, quickly dismissing your terrible idea. It’s too sudden. I need something less than ‘I love you,’ not more.

You wondered for the thousandth time, What should I say? And how come I can’t bring myself to simply say yes?

You let out a long sigh.

“We’re almost home,” Remus said reassuringly, noticing your downcast expression.

Remus thinks I want to get off because of that strange man, you realized. He doesn’t realize that I’m sitting here, dying, because I can’t think of the right thing to say to him.  

You shot Remus a morose look. It was only that when he confessed, he sounded like he wanted to start all over again, as if he regretted and wanted to erase our earlier time together. He still seems ashamed that he was a werewolf and it’s almost as if he’s only comfortable approaching me now because he’s no longer a werewolf – as if I couldn’t love him or shouldn’t love him when he was a werewolf. I can’t accept that assumption. I won’t have that. I’ve always loved him, and even if we were to ‘start over’ again, I think I need him to recognize that. Or else it might go all wrong again… 

You nervously tugged at your shirt, twisting it in your hands, as you continued to gaze at Remus. I said I was happy to have met you, Remus. Don’t you realize what I was saying? I was telling you that I’ve always loved you, and that regardless of whether you’re a werewolf or not, and despite all of the hurt we put each other through, I loved you… I don’t want you to pretend like you only deserve love now that you’re no longer a werewolf. I have never thought that about you, and I hate that you think of yourself that way – and of me that way. You’re underestimating my feelings for you, yet again. It makes me feel… so lonely.  

Remus caught your glum expression. Surprised, he blinked back at you. Have I done something wrong? Remus wondered nervously. I know Lovely said she was fine, and I’m sure she could handle it, but I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable next to the strange man.

The two of you gazed at each other like two lost puppies, unsure of what to do or say, and helpless except to wait for the bus to roll its way to the right stop.

Curses, you thought in your head. This is worse than when we were back in school. What’s become of my bravery, damn it? Why can’t I find the right words to say what I mean?  

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Finally, you and Remus made it home to Grimmauld Place.

Remus entered Grimmauld Place first. When he turned around to reach over you and close the door behind you, you suddenly found yourself somewhat trapped between Remus and the door. You naturally looked up at him, only to find Remus gazing back down at you with soft, almost sad eyes. A big lump rose in your throat. Your hand fumbled over Remus’ wrist for a moment, and then you grabbed on the cuff of his cloak. Remus breathed in sharply – you froze – then, seeing your small hand clutching so tightly at his cloak, Remus slowly began to lean in towards you… You shut your eyes and waited. Your heart was beating faster than a hummingbird’s wings in your chest. Wanting to be patient, but entirely unable to help yourself, you began to push yourself up onto your tiptoes, wishing to meet Remus’ lips faster, when –

“Oi! Moony, is that you?”

Flustered, Remus pulled away from you, and you hastily let go of his cloak.

Suddenly, Sirius, Tonks, and Bill all came galloping down the hallway, with Tonks brandishing a letter in her hand. “Remus! You’ve got an angry librarian on your tail!”

As the three of them circled around Remus, Bill said sagely, “I know you’ve only just come back, but for your own good, I wouldn’t wait on this any longer.”

Sirius shot you a look to make sure that you were all right, but once he had confirmed that you were, he paid attention to Remus, who was bleating out confusedly, “What…?”

Feeling exhausted, despite the fact that your heart was still about to pound right out of your chest, you slipped away and went up to the spare bedroom that you’d occupied before. Pulling off your cloak, you let out a heavy sigh as you flopped over onto the bed.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“How in Merlin’s name will I be able to pay this all back?” Remus said hoarsely, staring down at the fee amount typed out in the letter.

“Perhaps you can go and bargain with the library,” Bill suggested.

Remus sighed. “Sure, I suppose that’s the best course of action, at this point.” He made to stand up.

“Moony,” Sirius said, stopping him. “All of the books listed in this letter… Did you go get your fox girl?”

Remus stared at Sirius. Meanwhile, Tonks lifted her head and watched Remus carefully, hopefully.

“Did you?” Sirius prompted.

Remus tried to remain composed and to not indicate how tortured he felt, as he answered, “She hasn’t given a response yet.” He got up from the table. “I’ll be off. Wish me luck.” With that, Remus was gone, without having had a moment’s rest from his whirlwind adventure with you.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Once Remus was gone, Bill turned to Sirius and asked, “When you said ‘fox,’ did you mean…?”

Sirius nodded. “Yeah, her.”

“Huh,” Bill said. “I wouldn’t have guessed. Lupin did a good job of hiding his feelings for her.”

“Really?” Tonks said, smiling a bit sadly. “I thought he was rather obvious about it.” She reached over and played with the salt shaker in her hand as she murmured, “I can’t believe she didn’t just say yes. I would’ve.”

Sirius sighed lowly. “They’re both complete idiots.”

“What d’you mean?”

“Well,” Sirius explained, “before, I always thought Remus was always the intelligent one among us. James came close, but he was so bloody hyper that he couldn’t stay still enough to pay attention to his own brain. But watching Remus and fox girl together… It’s like watching a dumb baby fox and a dim-witted baby wolf chasing each other’s tails.”

Bill shrugged. “Sounds cute.”

Sirius snorted. “It’s a mind numbingly stupid relationship. They could have had each other ages ago if one of them would just stay still.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You found that coming back to Grimmauld Place was both a blessing and a curse. You were able to lie on a bed and sit alone with your thoughts, which was a blessing. However, now that you were alone with your thoughts, you were intensely aware of the situation you were in and it made you so anxious that you thought you might shrivel up and die.

I’ve wanted this to happen for so long, and yet, now that it’s come to it, I’m scared to follow through with it. It’s so hard to explain, but it’s always more difficult than you expect when your dream becomes reality. Like when I finally found the Nine-Tailed Fox, it’s more than what I expected, and that’s wonderful, but it’s also completely terrifying.

You stared up at the ceiling, with your mind ringing.  I wonder what Remus is thinking… Sirius and Tonks ran right up to him as soon as we came back, holding a piece of parchment… I wonder what that was about. I felt like I was simply in the way and I couldn’t bear just standing next to Remus, when I thought we were really going to… to kiss…

With a groan, you rolled over and put your pillow on top of your head. Ugh, I’ve got such a terrible headache. I need to rest. But I wonder what Remus is doing now. It seemed serious. I do hope he hasn’t been sent on an Order mission straight away. He really needs to rest, too.

As usual, your curiosity got the better of you. After only a few more minutes, you tossed your pillow to your side and made your way downstairs.

Sirius was standing in the hallway, all alone. It looked like he had just closed the door.

You called out, “Sirius?”

Sirius turned around. You saw that he was holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

When Sirius saw you, he said at once, “What’s the matter with you? Tormenting Remus like that, after all he’s done for you.”

You blinked, alarmed. “What? I haven’t tormented Remus. I would never.”  

“Well, the problem is – you’re doing it anyways,” Sirius said matter-of-factly.

You came down the hallway, until you were standing before Sirius. “Sirius. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“About what?”

“That it was Remus who was the shapeshifter, not you.”

“Oh.” Sirius sighed. He ran his hand through his hair as he thought through his answer. “Well… It’s Remus, you know? He’s the kind-of person who’ll run away from something he wants if he doesn’t believe he deserves it. I’m sure you felt it – that whenever he had to face the fact that he was a werewolf, he distanced himself from you.”

“Yes,” you agreed. “Although, I didn’t know that was the reason, back then. I simply thought that he… well, that Remus didn’t like me as much as I liked him.”

Sirius shook his head. “If you had truly found out that Remus was a werewolf, back then, I don’t think anything could have stopped Remus from tearing himself away from you. He wouldn’t have even given you the chance to make up your mind about whether or not you were okay with it. He’d have decided for himself that you deserved better, and he would have up and left. I didn’t want that to happen. Remus is my best mate and all.” He shot you a soft smile. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’ve got a bit of a soft spot for him.”

You stared down at your hands for a moment. Then, you murmured quietly, “Me, too.”

“You say that, but I think you’re the one pushing Remus away this time,” Sirius said, a bit impatiently.

Your brow furrowed as you said, rather forcefully, “I am not. I would never. Not Remus.” However, a thought occurred to you and you abruptly asked, “Speaking of, where is Remus?”

Sirius stared at you impassively as he informed you, “He went off to go beg forgiveness.”

“Forgiveness? For what?”

“For defacing books.”

“Huh?”

Sirius handed you the piece of parchment. You read it. “To a certain wayward Remus J. Lupin: It has come to our attention that you defaced the following books by ripping pages out of them. Unfortunately, these books have now been deemed ‘damaged’ and you are responsible for paying the following amount to replace the value of these books: two hundred and sixty Galleons. This calculated fee is for the replacement of Mysteries of the Lost Forests; Maps of the Ancient World Volumes I, I, and II; The Secret Geography of Japan; Magical Doorways and Cupboards: How Not to Lose Your Head by Accidental Head-Sticking-into-Dangerous-Holes…

Sirius watched your expression as you realized what this letter was about. Finally, he said, in a quiet voice, “Listen, I know that Remus isn’t the best at stepping up for himself, but he went after you, right? I’d say he’s done as much as his fragile heart allows him to. Couldn’t you take the rest and meet him halfway?”

Remus came after me… That’s right. And could I – could I meet him halfway? You let out a hard breath. Then, gripping the letter in your hand, you ran out.

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Remus was desperately trying to make his case before the extremely angry librarian. “Please,” he wheedled, “I’ll make the payments. I simply need more time - ”

Unaccepting of his pleas, the librarian shot back, “You have had two months, young man - ”

“I’ll pay!” You came running into the Muggle library, holding a small object high in the air. You slammed it down before the librarian. “I’ll pay.”

The librarian stared at the object. She lifted it up and looked at you suspiciously. Keeping her voice very low, she whispered, “This is a Muggle credit card.”

“I know,” you said. “But it’s all I’ve got for now. Could you swipe it, please? Erase his fees…”

“Fine,” the librarian snapped. She swiped the card and then handed it back to you. “If it’s theft - ”

“It’s not,” you assured her. “I come from a Muggle family.”

The librarian harrumphed at you, but let you and Remus go.

As the two of you left the library, Remus asked you, “How did you know -?”

“Sirius.”

“Ah…”

“I didn’t realize that all of those pages you lost in the mythical realm came from regular library books,” you said, laughing a little. “We should have collected them before we came back.”

Remus gave you a sheepish look. “It wouldn’t have mattered, since I tore the pages out of all the books. What I really should have done is paid more attention to everything you told me when we were back at school. Then, I wouldn’t have had to go defacing all these books.”

“Mm,” you agreed.

Your eyes met with Remus’. “But you were plenty attentive to me in school.”

Remus paused. “Was I?”

“I think so.” You carefully reached over and ran the tip of your index finger very lightly along the rip in the shoulder of his cloak. Remus jolted a little when he felt your touch, but he pretended not to react. “Remus…”

“Y-Yes?”

“You still haven’t mended your cloak.”

Remus replied, slightly hoarsely, “Well, no… I haven’t had time, you see. As soon as I got back, I was threatened by that librarian back there.”

“She was very angry,” you agreed, speaking very quietly.

“Very.”

“Very much so…”

You both leaned in towards one another…

Just then, a scarlet letter zoomed between your faces. Startled, you both leapt back.

The letter turned and began to speak: “Er – Arthur Weasley here, your mother wanted to pass on a message…” A deafening screech interrupted Arthur and rang out, “HOW DARE YOU EXPENSE MY CREDIT CARD WITHOUT WARNING? AND WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU DO TO WARRANT SUCH A HIGH EXPENSE? YOU WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU! DAUGHTER OR NOT, YOU’RE A THIEF AND - !”

At that moment, the librarian rushed out of the library doors. She ran towards you, shouting, “I knew it! Come back here!”

“Shall we go?” Remus said hastily, already grabbing your hand.

“Yes. Only, what is this?” You pulled your hand back in surprise. “Er – Remus, why have you got lemon drops?”

“Gift from Dumbledore.”

“What? From Dumble - ?”

“WHY ARE YOU GOING AROUND DEFACING BOOKS?”

“I KNEW YOU WERE A THIEF! I SHALL REPORT YOU TO THE MINISTRY AND - !”

“Let’s discuss this later, shall we?”

“Right,” you agreed.

The two of you quickly held hands again and turned – CRACK!, Apparating back to Grimmauld Place.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You and Remus stumbled into Grimmauld Place together.

“Merlin,” you choked out, grabbing at the wall, “that was quite – quite a fiasco.”

Remus agreed, nodding haggardly at you.

You frowned at him. “Remus? You don’t look so well…”

In fact, Remus looked pale and sickly. You lifted your hand and touched his forehead.

You gasped. “You’re running a fever!”

“I’m fine,” Remus murmured, shaking his head until your hand fell off of his forehead.

“You’re not fine,” you argued back. You pressed your hand against his cheek again. “Your temperature is ridiculously high. We’ve got to get you to bed.”

“No,” Remus protested. He grabbed your hand. “Not until…”

“Don’t be foolish,” you snapped. Sliding your arm under his arm, you pulled Remus forward. “You need to get to bed. I’ll bring you a Cool-Down Potion, all right?”

Remus blinked tiredly as he let you guide him down the hallway. “But… I haven’t heard…”

You pulled Remus up the stairs and into his room. The stairs had taken quite a lot out of Remus and he fell over into his bed at once.

“It’s because you haven’t rested at all,” you realized, as you hurriedly tucked Remus under the covers. “You didn’t sleep on the train or the bus and then you immediately raced out to the library.”

You made Remus drink the Potion and water.

Then, as Remus laid back in bed, you berated him gently, “Why are you so terrible at taking care of yourself?”

“…Was… werewolf,” Remus sighed out, with his eyes closed.

You shook your head. “It’s not just that. You never put yourself first, even when you ought to...” You reached out and gently brushed back the curl from his forehead. You smiled, though a bit sadly at him. You wrung out a damp towel and laid it on his forehead with utmost care.

Remus’ breathing slowed a little. In fact, he seemed to breathe a lot easier as the stress of everything bled away from his body.

Be well, my love, you thought. You put too much stress on yourself for everything.

As you watched Remus sleep, you found yourself musing, At times like this, I wish I still had the Nine-Tailed Fox within my soul. She could heal you… You reached into your pocket and brought out your good luck charm – the foxtail key chain. You laid it on the bedside table besides Remus’ bed. For good luck.

An hour later, you brought over another damp towel to replace the one on his forehead. As you tiredly brushed back his stubborn curl of hair, you smiled a little, for you realized that, in a way, you’d really missed taking care of Remus.  

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Remus’ fever broke around four that morning. With a sigh of relief, you tiredly made your way down to the kitchen to grab a drink of water and a bite to eat for yourself. As you drank your water, however, your eyes fell onto a pear and an orange, sitting in a fruit bowl on the counter.

Little things, you thought. How homely. Without thinking about it, you reached over for them…

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When Remus woke, he found Sirius dozing about at his side.

“Pads?” Remus croaked out.

Sirius mumbled, “Go away” and buried his head more firmly against Remus’ sheets.

Remus reached out and poked Sirius in the shoulder. “Pads, I’m fine now.”

“You’re fine?” Sirius said sleepily.

“Yes.”

“Then move over.” Sirius reached out and pushed Remus off his own bed.

“Sirius!” Remus yelped, as he slid off the bed and onto the floor.

Sirius yawned. Curling up on the edge of the bed, he closed his eyes and fell back asleep.

Grumbling, Remus got up and decided to take a shower. Thankfully, he truly did feel fine. He figured that his fever yesterday had been more a result of exhaustion than anything else.

As Remus walked over to the dresser to grab a clean set of clothes, his eyes fell onto the small keychain on top of his bedside table. He came closer and picked it up. Instantly, he knew what it was.

Lovely… He held it tightly in his hand for a moment. I’m still waiting for your response.

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To Remus’ dismay, he didn’t see you for the entire day. No one seemed to know where you had gone. Remus tried to act normal – to talk to Sirius, Bill, and Tonks; to eat the huge helping of soup that Molly made him; and to apologize to Moody for taking off on the Order without any notice.

In truth, Remus was getting increasingly nervous. What if Lovely left? What if a new myth sprung up out of nowhere and called to her? Or what if I put too much pressure on her?

By nightfall, Remus was feeling miserable. He curled up on his bed (with new, clean sheets, courtesy of Molly) and stared out at the hauntingly bright full moon.

I’m fully human now, but sometimes, when it’s the full moon, I still feel a strange growling in my chest. I suppose this is what some people mean by ‘phantom limb.’

But today, I know what the growling’s about. It’s a hunger and an impatience and a worry – for Lovely.

Just then, someone knocked on his bedroom door. Knock, knock.

Remus got off of the bed and tiredly shuffled over to the door. He didn’t even bother to push up the too-long sleeves of his jumper as he reached out and grasped the doorknob and turned it. he opened the door –

“Um, sorry to bother you,” you said softly.

Remus breathed out. “No, not at all.” He paused, before he murmured, in a soft rush, “I’m glad to see you. When I didn’t see you all day, I wondered if maybe you’d left…”

“No, I didn’t leave. I merely went out for a little while. I mean, I didn’t mean to stay out quite this late. I simply lost track of time.”

“Yes, you do that sometimes.”

“Do I?”

“Yes, often.”

“Oh…”

You both fell silent for a moment. Remus looked at you curiously. You were wearing an oversized, frumpy cardigan and your hair was a soft mess. Perhaps you had pinned it up in the morning, but it was now falling lopsided down the side of your head. Your socks were mismatched and one of your shoelaces was untied. You had dark circles under your eyes and you were looking a bit peaky.

You flushed slightly, thinking that Remus was trying to figure out what you wanted so that he could send you on your way. “I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I realize it’s three in the morning, but I’ve only now returned. ”

“Is it three?” Remus mused. “I didn’t know.”

“Right, you must have been sleeping. Sorry.”

“No, I was… thinking.”

“Well, may I come in?” you asked. “Or would I be bothering you?”

Remus opened his door further, so that you could walk in.

As you came in, Remus realized, “Wait. You only just returned? What were you out doing?”

Meanwhile, you sat on the floor. Remus realized then that you had been carrying a rather hefty bag on your shoulder. You dropped it down onto the floor and it made a rather clunky thunk! sound, as you answered brightly, “Shopping.”

Sitting next to you, Remus asked, “What did you buy?”

You reached into your bag and pulled out a small box, which you handed to Remus. “Here.”

Remus looked down at it. “A sewing kit?”

“To patch up the hole in your cloak,” you reminded him.

“Ah, yes. Thank you.” Remus began to get up, to put the sewing kit on the bedside table, next to your foxtail key chain when suddenly, you put a mug into his lap.

“Take this too,” you said earnestly.

Confused, Remus looked back down. “Oh…”

You placed an Earl Grey tea bag carefully on top of the mug. “And this.”

“Thanks,” Remus said. “I’ll save this for the morn - ”

You reached back into your bag and pulled out an orange before placing it in Remus’ lap, too. “Also this.”

“Er, thank you - ”

“Hold it, wait. Yes, here we are. Have these, Remus.” Out came a pear, followed by three chocolate bars.

“Thanks very much.”

“And… Oh, where’d that thing go?” You put your hand back into your bag and rummaged around, only to fish out a spool of knitting yarn.

Seeing that there was no space on Remus’ lap, you put the yarn on the floor, next to his knee.

“Thank – Um, what is all of this?” Remus finally asked, bewildered.

“One second, Rem.” Instead of answering Remus, you were busy tugging out a jazz record from the depths of what Remus now realized was a very big bag. You pushed the record towards Remus, accidentally pushing the yarn up onto his lap, on top of the fruit.

Remus thought you were done, when you revealed that you had also brought an Astronomy book and a blue, glittering tapestry-like blanket, featuring different stars and constellations.

“It’s not exactly the same as before, but I thought it would suffice.” You pushed the heavy book and blanket towards Remus, and the jazz record now piled into his lap and dug slightly into his stomach.

Having had enough, Remus finally grabbed your hands to stop your seeming bout of madness. “Lovely, what are you doing? Suffice for what?”

You stopped. Oh… He hasn’t realized yet.

Remus realized that your hands were trembling – very slightly, but definitely trembling.

Suddenly worried, Remus whispered, “Lovely?”

You lifted your head. The moonlight illuminated your face and Remus could see soft tears in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Is this why you’ve been gone all day?” Remus asked you. “Were you gathering all of these things?”

You slowly nodded.

Remus was still holding onto your wrists. You slid your hands down into his and then started to slip your fingers between his. Realizing what you wanted, Remus quickly opened his hands a little, so that you could hold his hands.  

“But why?” Remus wondered, and he spoke in the gentlest voice possible. “Is something wrong?” His breath caught. “Do you mean to leave again, and that’s why you’ve brought me all of these things – to say goodbye with?”

Squeezing his hands tightly, you whispered, “No, I’m not planning on leaving.”

Remus let out a hard breath.

You were a bit surprised by how hard your words seem to hit Remus. You’d never thought about leaving Remus, honestly. “Remus?” you said, concerned. “Were you worried that I had left?”

“I know it’s not logical,” Remus replied quickly. “And I know, too, that I’ve practiced saying goodbye to you a thousand times over.”

“But I can’t help it,” Remus continued. He squeezed your hands back as he spoke. “No matter how many times we say good-bye, no matter how distant you and I are supposed to be, no matter how many other people are around me… If I have to go through the world, without any link to you, I can survive, yes, but I feel lonely. I feel so lonely.”

“Oh, Remus…” you whispered feelingly.

“Sorry, I’m being too much,” he apologized, unable to meet your eyes.

“No, you’re not. I know,” you assured him.

Remus cautiously lifted his head. “You do?”

“Yes.” As you spoke, your answer was so honest that you felt your heart ache, and you suddenly felt like crying.

Remus gazed into your eyes. “You’re about to cry… Why, Lovely? I didn’t mean to hurt you again.”

You shook your head. “It’s only that I know that loneliness so well.”

Remus’ eyes dimmed. “I’m sorry,” he said, recognizing, even without you telling him, that he was the one who gave you that loneliness, the same way you gave him his.

“But you said I’m allowed to find a home in you, between my adventures…” Your voice lilted slightly, uncertainly, as you checked, “Right?”

Remus replied confidently, “Yes, I can offer that to you now. It’s finally a promise that I can keep.”

“Because you’re no longer a werewolf?” you whispered.

When Remus nodded, you sighed. “Remus… If that’s what you truly think, that makes me feel lonely, too.”

Remus’ expression became one of complete confusion. “What? Why?”

Bringing one of his hands up to your lips, you brushed your lips against the back of Remus’ hand as you murmured, “Because the truth is that I already found one in you all those years ago, when you and I shared that small attic space. I don’t think you realized it, but when you started to bring your things up to that space, one by one, I felt so happy. At the same time that you were making what was once my space ours, I was… I was finding a home in you…” You shivered suddenly. “I tried not to let you know how much it all meant to me because I was afraid you might run away from me.”

Remus’ eyes softened, but they also saddened, as he whispered, “I wouldn’t have run away from you because of you, Lovely. I would have run away from you – I did run away from you – to spare you from me.”

“That,” you whispered fervently. “That is the point that we have to talk about before we – before we fall in love all over again.”

Remus shook his head, not comprehending you.

“Don’t you see?” you urged. “It’s not as simple as saying we’ll be together. We’ve been together, Remus. Because all that time, I was finding my home in you.”

Remus held his breath as he watched you gently nuzzle the back of his hand and he heard you confess, “I don’t want to merely ‘start over.’ I want a full life with you, including all of the things that came before today. Yes, we hurt each other. Yes, we were immature. Yes, we didn’t believe in ourselves the way we should have to be truly good partners. But I loved you, Remus. You have always been my home, including the werewolf part of you that I didn’t even know I was in love with, but I was. That’s why I can’t simply say, ‘yes, I’ll date you’ and have you mistakenly think that we can be together now because you’re no longer a werewolf. I can’t have you believing anything even close to that. Because then, the next time you see your wolf, you’ll hate him even more. And I – You’ve every right to feel the way you want to towards yourself, but Remus, when you hate your wolf self, it hurts me. So – So, I want to be with you, I do, more than anything. But I have to – I have to do it right. I have to make you understand that I don’t want to ‘start over’ if starting over means ignoring our past.”

Remus suddenly covered his face with his hands. “But Lovely,” he whispered, in a muffled voice, “I’m ashamed of my past. When I think about how I treated you…”

You grasped his wrists and gently pulled his hands away from is face. “Remus,” you whispered. You gestured lightly at all of the objects piled around Remus. “I’ve brought you things from our past because… I’d like to… See, what I’m doing is…”

“What?” Remus whispered, and his whispers mingled with yours, like clouds of mist curling around each other.

You finally finished, in a voice bleeding all over with vulnerability and with care. “I’m asking you to let me come back home…”

Remus grew still, as the weight of your words, the weight of your love, hit him.

At the same time, you slowly began to shiver. You’d finally made your move, and you hoped you’d done it right, and you also hoped that now, Remus might… he might… You started to lean towards Remus, wanting him so terribly that it was a genuine ache in your heart and your tummy, but then you shifted back, not wanting to rush him in any way. Soon, you were oscillating back and forth, shifting before him.

As for Remus, perhaps it was his wolfish self responding to the full moon, but he was very aware of your shivering and his stillness meeting. In fact, the very air around him seemed to hum with a strange, secret energy as your voice and your words and your very being melded into Remus’ shape and shadow. It was as if the moon had long since harbored this secret desire to bring her two, lost children together.

Suddenly, to Remus, you seemed to be both the closest and furthest thing to him. At long last, the two of you had finally fumbled together, to this time and space, and the air was laced with the dizzying revelation of a long-held, precious secret.

Remus’ hazel eyes had never been so bright as in that moment. “Home?” he whispered.

The tears in your eyes threatened to spill as you nodded back and said, “To you…” Your voice became quite soft and blurry, too, matching the silvery, moonlit tears in your eyes, as you finished, “…Please.”

At your last word, foxtail ferns, born of ice, suddenly sprouted all across the window behind you and Remus, encasing you both in a cracked, temporary, and imperfect world – and yet this difficult world was heavenly tender in its very fragility. That, you realized, was what it meant to make a home of someone else’s soul. It meant to give love where love had never existed before and to slowly mend the walls of the old, forgotten rooms of fairytale and secrets.

You shifted forward. You gazed at Remus, at his soft, tired eyes that seemed especially luminous today (perhaps it was the remnants of his werewolf self awakening to the bright full moon in the sky), that ever-stubborn curl on his forehead, or the many scars crisscrossing his cheeks and jaw. For a moment, your heart ached because Remus wore the signs of his life on his body and being in a way that few people could and at the same time that you loved him for it, you also wanted to heal him and shield him from any more hurts that might befall him.  

I suppose love was never happiness for me, you thought hazily, as you let yourself fall in love with Remus all over again as you sat besides him and looked at him. I never sought happiness and safety, the way many people do. Those things are too worldly, too narrow of concepts. I’m drawn instead to sadness, which, much like myth, is a wide, blue world where any thought might become truth, so long as there is a will behind it. I’m drawn to soft hurts and unexplainable scars and devilish moonlight and complicated secrets and imperfect love… I’m drawn to journeys where we can strive for, but never achieve, those things we want most, in our heart or hearts… Remus Lupin, whether werewolf or human, you’re like me, for you are also a child of myth. Of course we can never love each other perfectly, for our souls are obscured with fog and moonlight, but that’s all right. Love is half-forgotten kisses at twilight, anyways, and forging dark secrets in each other’s souls at the bottom of the sea, while the rest of the world moves on overhead.

Remus blinked nervously as you came closer and closer to him. “I brought all my stuff with me,” you whispered to him. “And I won’t move too much stuff around in your soul. I’ll be careful making my home in your soul. I know I can be a bit spontaneous and I’m not the most responsible person, but I promise I’ll be good. I can practice being nice.” You closed your eyes and you leaned into him, meaning very much to kiss him, if he’d have you. But you were slightly too short to reach his lips, since everything in Remus’ lap was creating distance between the two of you. Your brow furrowed as you searched for Remus for a second – Then, Remus pushed everything off of his lap, reached out and grasped you by your waist, and pulled you right into his lap – and he kissed you, softly but lovingly and desperately matching his soft, shivering lips to your searching ones. 

You breathed out a slow, aching gasp. Remus… Your mind blanked for a moment, as the love in your heart swelled so hard it hurt. At the same time, it was dizzyingly strange how familiar and natural it felt to have Remus kiss you. As soon as his lips touched yours, you couldn’t understand why in the world you’d spent any part of your life distant from him. And yet, how many long years have passed since we were together like this? Entire lifetimes, it seems… You let out another long, trembling breath, trying to hold back from kissing Remus all over, despite the clear truth that every atom in your body wanted nothing more than to do just that. 

In a husky, low voice, Remus murmured, with his lips still pressed against yours, “There’s nothing to be careful about, Lovely. Everything in my soul is meant to hold your heart.”  Then, he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to your chest, just over your heart.

You grabbed onto his shoulders and you shuddered all over, shivering away in his lap, as you felt his lips claim you. You’d been aching for him for so long, but he was here now, with you, loving you. You closed your eyes tightly – a tear streaked down your cheek – and you let out a soft, arching moan that mirrored the deep ache that you felt in your heart.

“Don’t cry,” Remus whispered, as he kissed his way up your neck and then catch your fallen tear on your cheek with his lips. “Maybe I can’t give you happiness, but you shouldn’t cry like this.”

You breathed out rather harshly and you opened your eyes just enough to see Remus hugging you tightly around your middle, and then kissing your tear away. Pulling you tighter into his lap, Remus kissed his way up the trail, until you had to shut your left eye as Remus kissed that, too.

“Rem…” you whispered fervently. You slid your arms around his shoulders and hid your face away against his neck. Then, a bit childishly, you said, “Haven’t you caught on by now? I’m crying out of happiness, you idiot.”

Remus laughed softly. “And the truth comes out. You think I’m an idiot, huh?” He soothingly ran his hands over your back for a moment, before he reached down and lifted your face again to kiss you again, for he felt he absolutely had to kiss you again.

You managed to part your lips just a little – and Remus caught your lips perfectly with his, and you both melted into that soft, wanting kiss. “Mmm, yes,” you breathed out softly.

“Yes to the kiss or yes to my being an idiot?” Remus wondered, as he let his lips graze your cheeks for a moment.

“Both,” you whispered back. “Always bo – mmm.” You let your head fall back a little as Remus kissed you more deeply. You squeezed your thighs against his hips and Remus squeezed you back, with his arms wrapped all around your shoulders and waist, and you both smiled tiredly into your kiss.  

“See?” you whispered teasingly. “Aren’t I being nice?”

Remus smiled. “Yes, very well-mannered. But there’s no need to hold back for my sake, Lovely.”

“You gave me permission now, mind,” you pointed out.

Remus nodded. Then, he wondered, “Well, but what are you planning on doing with me?”

“You’ll see,” you whispered. Ducking your head down, you gently bit at his shoulder, making Remus breathe out a bit harshly, before you came back to claim another kiss from him. You slid your hands into his soft hair, pushing back his curl for one second, and then pulling him tighter to you, to kiss him more passionately. Tangling your fingers in his locks, you tugged rather hard at his hair for a moment as you kissed him with all of your might.

Remus breathed out again in surprise, but he responded in equal fervor, and he slowly began to run his hands all over you.

His hands, you thought fondly, as you melted quite willingly into his grasp. I always remembered how much I loved his hands, but goodness, I think I’ve forgotten quite how wonderful it feels when he touches me.

Remus ran his hands all over your thighs and hips and briefly grasped at your neck, too, but when he accidentally felt his fingers slip under your shirt, he stuttered to a stop.

“Don’t,” you blurted out at once. “Don’t stop, Remus.”

Remus hesitated.

“Please,” you breathed out.

Watching you with careful eyes, Remus slowly pushed his hands in under your shirt.

O-Oh… You trembled in his lap, feeling overwhelmed with how much you loved being touched by him. You gripped Remus’ hair harder and you showered his face and neck with kisses.

“Lovely,” Remus breathed out.

“Hm?”

“Why you’re trembling so much?”

You looked up at Remus wit a flushed face as you confessed, rather breathily, “Because, you’ve made me wait far too long for this. And it all feels like too much when it’s you touching me.”

“Is that so?” Remus wondered.

You closed your eyes and nodded. “Mhm…”

Remus asked quietly, “It’s not because you’re disgusted by me?”

You reached up with one hand and pressed your fingers against Remus’ lips. “Shush,” you scolded him. “No lies today, please.”

“Hm…” Remus wrapped his arms around your waist again and he nuzzled your forehead with his nose. “All right, then.” He placed a kiss on your forehead as he whispered, “Then I ought to confess… that I’ve missed you, Lovely.”

It seemed like a simple sentiment, “I miss you,” but it was capable of holding so much warmth and feeling and in that moment – it did.

You pressed a kiss back on his jaw as you whispered back, “Missed you too, Rem.”

Then, lifting your head, you stroked his face tenderly as you murmured, “Can you ask me, Remus?”

“Ask you what?”

“To come home.”

Remus’ heart thumped at your request. He sat up and looked at you. Hesitantly, he reached over and gently brushed your hair out of the way. He cupped your face in his hand as he whispered warmly, “Won’t you come home to me? It’s not much. It’s a rather run-down home, but…”

Remus fell silent as you had already snuggled up against him, pushing your hands up against his chest and fitting perfectly against him while still sitting in his lap. You were quietly crying, and you had your face tight pressed against his shoulder. But all the while, you were kissing his shoulder over and over again and you were clutching onto him with all you had.

Remus closed his eyes and kept pressing soft kisses all over your forehead and the top of your head, as he held you and rocked you a little, finding warmth and comfort in being able to hold you like this.

A moment later, he murmured, “You’re still crying… Tell me why, Lovely.”

You wrapped your arms around him and let out a long, slow breath before you confessed, “Because I finally feel safe.”

Remus kissed you a little longer on your forehead.

“What about you, Rem?” you wondered. “Do you feel safe with me, too?”

“Yes,” he replied. “But not just in this moment… What I mean is, everything about me feels safe with you. You’re my home, too, you know.”

You smiled. That was all I ever wanted to hear, you thought. That he trusted me. That he loved me back. That I could be his equal in giving love and care.

Sliding back into his lap, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in and kissed him deeply again. It was a slow kiss, but deep and lingering…

You both fell into a soft, misty daze of fervent kisses and happiness so strong it felt like sadness, as you both realized how much you had missed each other and how wonderful it felt to finally be able to breathe again. It felt like a cloud was coming to take you away. It wrapped itself around the two of you, smothering you in a thick, tender feeling of nostalgia and future, all mixed together.

Meanwhile, a soft, quiet rain began to fall outside, hiding your precious love away from the rest of the world, and drawing the two of you into a world where you were completely apart from the rest of the world, and therefore wholly and entirely together.

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[engie-ivy]

Silly little epilogue to this fic

What Waits at the Finish Line: Epilogue

Sirius can barely believe it.

He’s walking through Paris at sunset by the Seine, holding hands with his fiancé.

His fiancé. His fiancé. His bloody fiancé.

He lifts up their joint hands to admire the ring, and the way it catches the sunlight. When Remus gave it to him he barely looked at it, because it didn’t matter what the ring looked like, only what it symbolizes. Remus could’ve slid a metal wire around his finger for all he cared. Also now, the awe he feels has little to do with the ring’s look, though it’s beautiful of course, but what it represents...

Remus Lupin wants to marry him. Him.

Remus glances over at Sirius inspecting the ring with a fond look in his eyes.

Sirius meets his gaze and smiles. “So what did James say when you told him you were flying to Paris to surprise me at the finish line with a proposal?”

Remus blinks. “Eh, well, I wanted you to be the first to know, so I actually haven’t told him yet?” Remus keeps walking, but a tug at his hand tells him Sirius has stopped in his tracks. Remus turns back to him. “What?”

“You proposed to me without talking about it with James first?”

“...yes?”

Sirius blinks a couple of times.

“What?” Remus asks, slightly uncomfortable.

Sirius shakes his head and starts walking again. “Nothing.”

“Sirius, what?”

“Nothing,” Sirius repeats. “It’s... an interesting choice, that’s all.”

Remus groans. “He’s going to kill me, isn’t he?”

“No,” Sirius says quickly. “No, James loves wedding planning, so I’m almost sure he won’t kill you.” And after a moment he adds “At least not until after the wedding.”

“Sirius!”

Sirius sighs dramatically, looking up to the sky wistfully. “Oh, to become a widower so young...”

“Sirius!”

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[willowhaired]

Secrets - Chapter 1: A rainy day

Remus Lupin × OC

Summary: Adrienne Macmillan is a Slytherin student in Hogwarts, who gets curious about his fellow classmate's, Remus Lupin's scars. Upon finding out their meaning, what will she do with this secret and the feelings she begins to feel towards the boy?

Word count: 1,660

Keywords: Marauders-era, Remus Lupin x Slytherin girlfriend, secret relationship

Trigger warnings: scars, "hate speech"

Author's note: So, this story has been at the back of my mind for a few months and I've rewritten the first chapter about a hundred times, but finally, here it is! Please note that I took the liberty of using Andrew Garfield as a reference for young Remus, and aligned descriptions as such. Feel free to change it up in your mind if it bothers you too much. 🤍

@errruvande you asked me to tag you if i posted this, so here we go. 🤗

Adrienne Macmillan was a young witch in her third year. She was making her way through the grounds in the pouring rain, covering under her robes – it made not much difference for raindrops found their way to even her still short, dark hair. Trying to get into the Quidditch team, she cut her long wavy hair last year, in hopes that it would be easier to manage, only ending up with the contrary. In the humid weather, it became more unruly than ever.

By her side was her childhood friend, Chloe Avory, who was in many ways, her opposite: her hair was honey-blonde, and her eyes, bright blue. While Ada sported many birthmarks around her body, Chloe’s face was clear and pure. She was somewhat taller (with the years this difference in height became more and more apparent) and her whole appearance resembled a well-made statue. Her personality was not much different from her looks.

’We’ll be late for Divination!’ she exclaimed after blinking up at the tower clock.

Chloe wasn’t fully pureblood, however, it was a topic she never discussed and always denied. It was her father’s mother: a witch, but of muggle parents. Her family considered it such a disgrace that they never even visited her father’s parents and rather lied that they passed away. This, of course, was known and a topic of gossip among Ada’s mother and her friends.

Adrienn, on the other hand, was from a family of the sacred twenty-seven, no less. This granted them invitation to all of the lavish parties that Walburga Black hosted. Her mother, Michelle, always made sure to strike up a conversation with the lady of the house, dragging her young daughter along.

'It is truly a disgrace,' said Walburga, with her monotone voice, yet it wavered often with anger. She sipped from her wine. 'The mudbloods are overtaking everything. There are barely any decent wizards working at the Ministry nowadays.'

'Next, they will let werewolves to work there. Can you believe they are considered wizards? They are monsters!' Michelle doubled down, gesturing with her glass as she usually did.

'We are living strange times,' the other woman agreed and a grimace twisted her face.

'All the more important to keep the bloodline pure,' Ada's mother said. She glanced at her daughter and Walburga took a good long look at her. This was the moment Adrienne realised that she was there for show. All those times she tried to talk or add her own remark (which was merely an echo of the two women's opinions), she was dismissed. She didn't have to speak: all she had to do was to stand there so Walburga Black would notice she existed.

'Why, can you believe Sirius and my Adrienne are the same age?'

When she got to Hogwarts, she was, of course, sorted into Slytherin. She wrote an excited and proud letter to her parents, only for them to ignore her. She could not please them, however she bent her personality to match theirs.

But the biggest blow to her confidence came when they got their first tests out.

'Here are your graded papers. Might I point out that you are here to learn. Some of you,' McGonagall pressed. 'Should put more effort in.'

Ada was leaning back in her seat lazily. She almost didn't look at her test when the professor handed it to her, only her grade glared at her in red ink. She made an audible gasp.

'Professor, there must be a mistake.'

'There's no mistake, Miss Macmillan. I suggest you study harder for the next exam,' McGonagall said sternly.

Ada wished she could be swallowed by the earth. Being a pureblood did not inherently make her better than others – a thing she never considered possible. Her face was burning while her body felt like her blood turned to ice in her veins. The green of her tie seemed to turn into a great blob of murky water that would slowly swallow her.

'Miss Evans, this was a pleasure to grade. Wonderful work!'

Adrienne sank lower in her seat. Merlin, could this be any worse? A mudblood outsmarting her?

From then on, Lily Evans became her rival, only this was not known to the redhead. Adrienne studied and practiced restlessly, yet could never really outdo the Gryffindor girl. This annoyed her to no end, and it did not help matters that she couldn't make it into the Quidditch team.

’This English weather!’ her other friend, Rachel exclaimed in a (rather forced) French accent when they finally stood by the ladder to the Divination classroom.

Rachel Tremblay was a new addition to their friend group, another pureblood witch who came back to England with her family just before she started attending Hogwarts. She had strawberry blonde locks – which she insisted was natural, just as her accent - with blue eyes, many freckles, and an impeccable style. She never missed an opportunity (or made one) to mention her years in France and how much better it was there, and while Chole could drink up her each and every word, Ada was growing bored at the pretentious nasal sounds and sunny countryside.

Maybe that was why, but Ada found herself zoning out during these conversations more and more often. One day, Rachel was fervently dismissing British cuisine during breakfast. She listed every French pastry under the sun to Chloe and a fair few of her peers while Adrienne was poking at her breakfast and staring ahead without much thought – suddenly, she noticed that she locked eyes with someone without meaning to. She was so taken aback that she dumbly continued staring at him and to her surprise, the boy gave her a small smile before turning back to his friends.

The breakfast gave a turn in her stomach.

'Ada, did you do your Herbology homework?' Chloe nudged her. Adrienne nodded and took a sip of her pumpkin juice. Merlin, she hated pumpkin juice.

'Can I borrow?' Her friend asked, and Ada mindlessly pushed her parchments towards the blonde.

Adrienne found herself glancing in the boy’s direction more and more often.

Remus Lupin was a Gryffindor, tall and lanky (even the tallest among his friends) with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Even though he was in the same year as her, she never paid much attention to him, for the boy himself was quiet and disappeared behind the boastful and loud pair of James Potter and Sirius Black. It did not take her long to notice his scars, and if anything, they made her curious. Or rather, she needed to know and understand things.

Figuring out the secret behind Lupin's scars became her hobby, if you will. She knew they were magical for they never truly faded, but more interestingly so, there were new additions every once in a while. This kept nagging her, so she began taking notes on a small piece of parchment of the dates: not only did she realise he looked downright ill around the times he gained new scars to his collection, but that it was a monthly occurrence.

Once they climbed up the ladder into the incense-filled room, she realized that this paper got wet in the rain, and much of the dates were now only blotches of ink. She crumpled it up in her hand to shove it back into her pocket and shook her head to rid of the raindrops.

Taking up Divination was Chloe’s idea.

’We should pick Divination!’ she pulled at Ada’s cloak when they had the forms in front of them. ’One of us might be a seer. Rachel's mum said Grindelwald was one. Besides, it would be fun. We could see into our future. I wonder if me and Lucius are going to get together.’

Muggle Studies, of course, was out of the question. Ada crossed in Divination without much consideration (she wanted to be close to her friends, after all) and she deemed Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures to be the most useful addition.

In Ancient Runes she was finally able to top Lily Evans – her mind was quick to learn and recognise the writing system, and the professor praised her translations as some of the best ones she had ever read.

In Care of Magical Creatures, she was able to meet Lupin and was even paired with him when they were observing salamanders (they had to constantly give them peppers for the creature to survive out of fire), although this encounter was tense, at best. Nervousness left a very angry-looking expression on the Slytherin girl’s face and she barely talked, while Remus, well, he was pale and sickly.

He was feeding the salamander some pepper.

’It really is turning blue,’ Ada gently ran her finger across the animal’s now purple-ish back. It shivered, for the girl had some exceptionally cold hands, but it apparently entertained Lupin enough to let out a small chuckle.

’My dear,’ the Divination professor’s misty voice brought her back to the room. Trelawney had a grave expression on her face and her heavily ringed fingers studied Ada’s chart. ’You have your Moon at the Anaretic Degree… And it conjuncts your Jupiter in Sagittarius! Take note, dear, for Uranus is aspecting it and the Node of the Moon will pass through it soon. Your long-held beliefs will surely change and I am certain you will experience some tragedy at home. Be prepared.’

’I don’t think that’s likely,’ the girl scoffed.

’Don’t be so sure,’ the professor cautioned her. ’Traditions can be washed away by a wave huge enough, or a small ripple if they are founded on a flimsy base.’

Then she turned to the whole class: ’For the next lesson, prepare your horoscope for the next month, using the Moon calendar at the end of your books.’

’Studying the Moon,’ Trelawney pressed while staring at Adrienne through her thick glasses. ’Might bring some answers to you.’

#secrets #marauders fanfiction #marauders era fanfiction #remus lupin x oc #young remus lupin #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #slytherin

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Prompt Masterlist

Here are some Prompts!

The categories are; Fluff, smut, angst, & soulmates. You can also send me your own prompts!

How to send prompts:

-Send to my dm’s or my asks

-(Category(s)),(Number(s)),(Character)

-OR FOR Soulmates; Soulmates(Type)(Number(s)),(Character)

-Ex. Fluff 25 with Sherlock Holmes

-Ex. Smut 15+17 with Dean Winchester

-Ex. Fluff 6+ smut 16 with Severus Snape

-Ex. Soulmates(Changed Vision) 1 with Hentzau

-Submitting your own Protmpt

-Ex. Fluff (insert prompt(s)) with Remus Lupin

Fluff Prompts:

‘I’m glad you decided to meet up with me.’

‘I love hearing your voice.’

‘You’re my favorite person.’

‘You. Me. Friday night.’

‘I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.’

‘You look so nice in my clothes.’

‘Is there anything I can do for you?’

‘My favorite part of the day is seeing your face.’

‘Was there something you wanted to tell me?’

‘Do you feel any better?’

‘It’s my turn to cook tonight.’

‘What are we forgetting?’

‘I’ve got something to tell you. It’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone else..’

‘You’re the only person for me.’

‘You smell nice.’

‘Since we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.’

‘Can I kiss you?’

‘Can I hold your hand?’

Person A: ‘Don’t fall asleep!’ Person B: falls asleep.

‘How did you get up here?’

‘Can I come with you?’

‘I promise I won’t tell anyone.’

‘I wish I could spend more time with you.’

‘As if I could forget your birthday..’

‘Before you go, can you stay a little longer?’

‘I love the warmth of your hugs.’

‘I have something really important to ask you..’

‘I can’t believe she said yes!’

‘I never knew you felt this way.’

‘Your eyes are so pretty.’

‘How come I haven’t seen you around here before?’

Smut Prompts

“I missed you so much.”

“Like what you see?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

“I like it when you say my name like that.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

“Make me.”

“Stop teasing me so much…”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“I’m waiting.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“As you wish.”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“Mine.”

“The night’s still young.”

“We can’t do that here!”

“Behave.”

“What did you just say?”

“Come here.”

Angst Prompts 

“And that makes it okay?”

“Why are your eyes so red?”

“Why would I ever want to be with you?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”

“Am I the reason you cry every night?”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“How did things go so wrong?”

“When did things fall apart?”

“Which part of me wasn’t enough?”

“How do I make you love me again?”

“How do you sleep at night?”

“Can you still sleep at night?”

Soulmate Prompts

~~~~Written

Each year imprinted on your arm, whispered in a dream, sent in a mail or whatever, is a hint to who/where is your soulmate.

Every night you receive a message about a random sentence your soulmate has said that day.

Meter of how dangerous your soulmate is

A touch from your soulmate will leave an imprint there (like a different colored area on your skin, or a symbol, or name)

Counter (maybe on your palm) that depicts how many times you pass your soulmate

You only get the first letter of your soulmate’s name

The first (or last) words your soulmate speaks every day is written on your arm.

The first sentence you say to your soulmate is written on yourself (after you say it, maybe).

The most important thing your soulmate says to you is written on you.

The most important thing your soulmate says (to you?) that day will be written on you.

The most frequent thing your soulmate says to you is written on you.

Your soulmate’s birthday is written on your arm.

The last thing you were thinking about before meeting your soulmate is written on them.

Written on you is a badly worded description of how you’ll meet your soulmate (Ex. Reality: Meet in coffee shop spill drink- - > Description: “You’ll meet in a place of high energy and it’ll be hot”)

Soulmate marks are only visible after meeting and/or touching.

~~~~Changed Vision

See color for the first time when you meet, fades away when they die

Will only see shades of your soulmate’s eye colour until you meet

Can only see color in places your soulmate’s been/touched

~~~~Different Abilities

See/hear/speak/etc for the first time when you meet

Being next to your soulmate heals injuries

A gust of wind blows against your skin, towards your soulmate. The closer they are, the stronger the wind.

~~~~Sharing

Get the same injuries as your soulmate does

When you get sick, so does your soulmate

Soulmates share the same handwriting

You share your temperature with your soulmate

Songs sung by your soulmate is stuck in your head.

Whatever music that is stuck in your soulmate’s head is stuck in yours too.

Unique song imprinted in your mind that only you and your soulmate knows

Have the same heart beat

Heartbeat morse code for soulmates name

Soulmate’s heart beat on your wrist

Whenever you lose an item (like a sock), it ends up in your soulmates’ possession somehow

Everyone receives a special accessory (hat, watch, necklace, bracelet, etc) that is exactly alike with their soulmate. Many people, when they meet their soulmate, like to swap theirs with the other.

~~~~Communication

Write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin as well

You can send one item to your soulmate every year (or whenever)

You have this limited stack of sticky notes. Write whatever you want on it, and that note will magically appear somewhere in your soulmate’s line of sight.

When concentrating, you can write in your soulmate’s thoughts.

~~~~Restrictions

It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate.

They have to say each other’s name to figure out they’re soulmates.

~~~~Experiences/Actions

When you meet your soulmate, time stops for a month for everyone besides you two.

At the corner of your eye, you can see a blurry vision of whatever your soulmate is doing (like sitting down drinking coffee in your living room, even though they’re doing this in another area.

When you meet your soulmate for the first time, you get a flashback/relive their entire lives

Similar to above, except you get glimpses of their future

Hidden in dreams, but never interacting, is your soulmate

The first time you touch your soulmate, you’re forced to relive their best day and/or worst day of their lives (past or future).

If you haven’t met your soulmate but have been in the same vicinity of each other (like passing each other on a street or in the same building), that day will keep repeating until you find each other.

Something fills up before meeting your soulmate, like a heart ink tattoo getting colored in or a bottle filling up with liquid/sand/origami stars/etc. The moment it is full is the moment you meet your soulmate.

~~~~Compasses

A red string tied around your pinky is connected to your soulmate’s pinky (when the two of you are at a certain distance & only you two can see it)

A spot on your body gets hotter the nearer they are, colder when they are further away

Your soulmate leaves colored footprints only visible to you

You can feel a tug from wherever your soulmate is. These may either be automatic or have stronger tugs whenever your soulmate is in distress.

~~~~Hints

You get a blurry photograph of your soulmate and vice versa, somehow (Could be yearly, could be at a certain age, could be a photo of when you first met, etc)

Every year, you receive a puzzle piece. The whole picture is your soulmate’s name/appearance/location/etc.

Mysterious letter detailing to one person when they’ll meet, and another letter detailing where they’ll meet to their soulmate, but not both (Person A gets when they’ll meet, Person B gets where they’ll meet)

Letter about details of how the meeting between soulmates go (example: “you get pushed into a lake by a guy in a duck suit and your soulmate helps you”, etc)

Bubbles give you a blurry glimpse into your soulmate’s world (visions of possessions, friends, family, laughter, crying, etc)

Everyone receives a picture of their soulmate (at a certain age) taken the year they met.

You dream of the place of where you’ll meet your soulmate.

Counter of how many times you’ve passed by or seen your soulmate.

One soulmate owns a lock and the other owns the key to that lock.

~~~~Your Soulmate

If you and your soulmate possess the same item, it’ll glow

Reflecting in the mirrors is the blurry appearance of your soulmate

Receive a piece of cloth with your soulmate’s scent

List detailing the differences between you and your soulmate

Literal sparks fly when you’re near your soulmate.

#pickles prompts #fluff #smut #angst #soulmates #reader

[justsomerandomfanfic]

hello!! i hope your day is going well so far!! i was wondering if i could have a romantic and platonic matchup with the marauders :,) totally understand if not!

i’m 5’1 and use any pronouns but especially they/them and i have short brown hair with bangs. i’ve got a lot of tattoos that are all super meaningful but my favorite by far are two fairies on my right arm. also i’m a cancer sun and an infp.

i listen to all types of music but especially love folk and 70s glam rock. my style is super out there too lol i wear twiggy makeup every day!

i used to be extremely introverted but have become a lot more extroverted after finding the people i love - i’ve got a solid group of friends now and they make me sooo happy :,)

finally, i’m obsessed with poetry - always writing it or reading it and i would love to become a professor of creative writing some day.

i think that’s it! thank you so much and again if you have too many requests or aren’t doing matchups i totally understand!

Thank you so much for requesting a matchup! I hope you like it! <3

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Harry Potter (Marauders Era):

(Platonic)

Remus Lupin:

🐾 You met Remus at the Yule Ball, how you've never met or spoke to him until now was shocking; Remus likes reading and poetry too, and that's the night you both became friends

🐾 When you both have a free period, you both meet up to hang out and talk about books and poetry, and you love showing him your favorite 70's glam rock songs and folk music

🐾 Remus is a great listener, so if you ever just want to rant about anything or if you had a bad day, he'll listen to you and even give you some good advice; and you do the same for him, always there for him if he needs someone, especially after a full moon.

🐾 Remus even got interesting in how you do your makeup, which you loved explaining how you did you eyeshadow, etc; you even offered to teach Remus how to do your makeup (makeup budddddies)

🐾 Both of you are partners in crime, always there for one another, always bringing each other up when your down.

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(Romantic)

Sirius Black:

🐺 You met Sirius believe it or not, before Remus; you met Sirius when you were reading poetry at the Black Lake

He was just walking around, having really nothing to do on his free period, (since James, Remus, and Peter had different free periods); he was walking and spotted you, and of course the casanova had to go over and say hello

It was awkward in the beginning, but you both really hit it off, and that's when you realized who you were talking to, Sirius Black; and even though you knew him around school as the playboy prankster, you decided to give the young man a chance

And you were glad that you did, Sirius was the sweetest guy in the world, he even pushed away his flirtatious ways and only flirted with you, lucky you; Sirius was whipped, head over heels, you had his heart and he did not want it back

So much so he asked you to marry him in seventh year, you said yes but you wanted to wait a little bit, and he agreed; overall, you two are inseparable and perfect for one another, no one could compare to the two of you and no one can break you apart

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#cute #fluff #slight angst #request #fanfic #fanfiction #requests open #requested #matchup #match ups #matchups #match up #x reader #harry potter #harry potter marauders #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader

[bisexualpotterhead]

Dead Poets Society boys = Marauders boys (parallels)

So, i think we can all agree that the Dead Poets Society boys reminds us so much of our beloved Marauders. And this thread is just to tell which character from DPS is like another character from The Marauders Era.

JAMES POTTER = NEIL PERRY + KNOX OVERSTREET

I think, James is most like Neil Perry in this movie. The ringleader of the group, kind and including of everyone, and the typical golden boy, very bright and extroverted. Protective and loyal to the people he love. A troublemaker to an extent (never doing harm). Also, his death is the great tragedy of the story, like James.

But, he is also like Knox Overstreet, on that whole lady business. Knox is totally infatuated with Chris (*cough* Lily Evans *cough*), and would do anything for her, even make a fool out of himself just to get her. Like James. Also, that grin that Knox has, you cant tell me that James didnt have that grin too!!

2. SIRIUS BLACK = CHARLIE DALTON

Well, this is pretty obvious i believe. Charlie Dalton (Sirius) the best friend of Neil perry (James), like the Marauders. Charlie, like Sirius, is always the more reckless, rebellious and impulsive one, the very extroverted charming friend, who sometimes tend to do things that harm others, tho not on purpose. They are also the official drama queen of their groups. His family is very rich, like Sirius' family, and he has "FRUITY" written all over him. Also Sirius/Charlie, definitely had a thing for Remus/Meeks.

3. REMUS LUPIN = STEVEN MEEKS.

Now, Meeks and Remus are very much like each other. They are both the "Smart guys", Charlie mentioning Meeks to excel in Latin, Trig and English, the main classes, where i can imagine that Remus is excelling in Charms, DADA and Transfiguration.

Meeks is willing to try anything at least once (except sex), and is a willing participant in most of the dumb shit his friends are doing, but he doesent seem like the type to do dumb shit, much like Remus.

Also, Remus/Meeks has a very good friendship with Frank/Pitts, and Frank/Pitts were closer to Remus/Meeks, than the others guys, whereas Remus/Meeks is more close to the other guys, but still a good friend to Frank/Pitts.

Also Remus/Meeks definitely had a thing for Sirius/Charlie, and they did fuck many times.

4. PETER PETTIGREW = TODD ANDERSON + RICHARD CAMERON

Now, i know many will probably disagree with me on this, but just hear me out.

Now, Peter is like Todd in many ways.

Todd is the shy kid. Or well, he was the shy kid until he was included by Neil, just like Peter was included by James (or so i would like to believe). He is a sweet boy and love his friends a lot (like the young Peter did). Todd struggles a lot in his classes and is afraid of presenting and confrontation like young Peter was. Todd was always outshined by his friends and brother, like Peter, but they both didnt mind very much. Todds friends tried to include him as much as possible, like the Marauders did with Peter in their Hogwarts years.

Buuuuut... Cameron was also like Peter. We see that in the bad qualities. Like, the betrayal Cameron did to Mr. Keating and to the Dead Poets. The way Cameron was reluctant to be a part of the Dead Poets schemes and rulebreaking, but still wanted to be a part of the group nontheless, like Peter with the Marauders. Both Cameron and Peter were weaker than their friends, and they both knew it, and betrayed them to be better/stronger than their friends. Also, the fact that they both got punishment for their betrayals, Cameron being punched in the face by Charlie, and Peter being killed by his own hand.

5. FRANK LONGBOTTOM = GERARD PITTS

Pitts were a part of the Dead Poets, but not that close with everyone (except Meeks/Remus). He liked to be their friend and he was a part of the the Dead Poets meetings and he talked with everyone quite well, but he wouldnt call himself their best friend.

The same with Frank Longbottom and the Marauders. Of course, in this case he wasnt a part of the Marauders like Pitts were with the Dead Poets, but they were both friends with everyone in their groups, but mainly close to one person, Meeks/Remus.

They are also both quite good in school and smart, but not that remarkable or outstanding, like their peers.

They are both sweet and kind boys, pretty much just a character that is "there", and not someone holding that much purpose in the storyline, but still a important character nontheless.

6. MINERVA MCGONAGALL = JOHN KEATING

Mr. Keating is like Minerva McGonagall in the teaching sense.

Mr. Keating were the Dead Poets favourite teacher, and he inspired them all. The Dead Poets also held a special place in his heart, despite all the dumb things they did. He was a brave professor, and he taught his students the way he wanted to, and was even fired for the ways he taught.

The same with Minerva. She was the Marauders favourite teacher too, and she also inspired them. They held a special place in her heart, and you cant convince me that Minerva didnt cry like Mr. Keating did, when she discovered that James/Neil was killed.

#dps fandom #harry potter #the marauders #dead poets headcanons #dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #steven meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #knox overstreet #sirius black #james potter #marauders #marauders era #peter pettigrew #remus lupin #minerva mcgonagall #mr keating #john keating #nuwanda #frank longbottom #chris noel #dead poets #dps hcs #parallels #hellton #hogwarts #gay