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The American: Visiting the Dursley

Remus Lupin x American! Fem! Reader

Summary: Sirius slips out a name Harry has never heard of before, He wants to get to bottom of it and wants to know who is this so called, Yankee.

A/n: I had comments on people telling me to continue this story. Here's chapter 2. I want to start off saying, I haven't read the books. I have seen the movies and I'm doing a bit of searching here and there but I'm making stuff up as we go so my plot can work. With that being said, don't come for me. Not sure how many chapters I'll be doing, really depends on the feedback. please read the tags before reading. Enjoy -L

Warning: mention of rape, breaking and entering, ANGST, MAJOR ANGST, weapon, reader has it rough, threats being made, mention of killing bad people, drunk Sirius, sad childhood, mention of child abuse, reader has a temper and bad childhood, NSFW, smut is here duhh we are with Remus

WORD COUNT: 10.7k

Chapter 2: Visiting the Dursleys

Stepping out of the grimmauld place, you walked beside Harry, down the steps asking him what kind of food he likes. Harry felt dumb for getting excited over a simple question. When was the last time someone asked him a simple question, he can’t recall. A question that didn’t have to do anything with the war or with magic. He hears Remus and Sirius behind him, shutting the front door. He was excited, he was going to spend time with his aunt and uncles. He was going to spend time with his family. 

“I have a place in mind.” You told him with a smile as you stood by him waiting for Remus and Sirius. 

“It’s a bit far so I’ll do the apparition.” You told the three of them. Remus held your hand as you grabbed a hold of Harry’s hand. Sirius held Remus and Harry’s hand, forming a circle. Harry watched as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Your magic was something he could feel, it vibrated off of you. 

In a flash, Harry dropped your hand and turned to see you had apparated them in the middle of an alley. 

“Come on, Harry.” You said signaling him to follow you. 

Sirius smiled to himself as he saw Harry’s eyes grow wide when they walked out of the alley to the busy street. Harry took in the crowds of people and the different colored signs around the streets. He had never seen this street before, the air was different as well. It looked too busy to be the streets of London. He passed by a hot dog stand and noticed people using  flip phones while waiting to cross the street. Harry looked ahead to see Remus and you holding hands walking, Harry grinned when he saw you speaking with Remus who looked over at you with a smile. He hasn’t seen his ex professor smile so much before. Remus' eyes were lit up and a wide toothy smile was on his face.

Crossing the streets, Harry feels Sirius nudge his shoulder and points at a mime standing by the corner doing tricks. Harry hears you call for him and he quickly walks up to you. Remus walks ahead of you and opens the door of a restaurant. Harry looks up the red neon sign on top of the glass door, Lucky’s Joint. The atmosphere was cool and reserved. There were a few people drinking while watching a game on the TV above the bar. Others were smoking in the corner while others were enjoying their drinks and food.

Harry looked ahead when someone called out your name. He saw you smile as you opened your arms for an elderly man who welcomed you. You hugged the old man, patting his back. 

“Oh my! Remus!” The older man walked towards Remus giving him a hug. Remus patted him on the back as well. 

“It’s nice to see you, Mr. Lincoln.” Remus said as he pulled away. 

“It’s been far too long.” Lincoln told Remus and you, grabbing Remus’ hand and yours. Harry can see both of you meant something to Lincoln. The older man had white short hair and was shorter than Harry. He had a plump frame and wore dark dress pants with a blue button down shirt. 

“I want you to meet my brother, Sirius.” You said looking over at Sirius who was curious about this old man. Sirius shook hands with Lincoln, who raised his white bushy eyebrows in surprise. 

“And this is, my nephew, Harry.” You look over at him. Harry tried his best to blink the tears away. You called him, your nephew.

“Brother? Nephew?” Lincoln asked in a shock tone. 

“Yes. They live out of the country. They came to visit.” Remus said, looking over at Sirius and Harry, giving them a wink to play along. 

“Just here for a bit. Vacationing with my son.” Sirius told Lincoln, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder. 

“That’s fantastic. Enjoy your vacation. Now come. I’ll show you to your usual booth.” The booth was all the way in the back, giving them some privacy. 

“He has no idea?” Sirius asked and Remus shook his head while a waitress came and dropped some menus  on the table before walking away. 

“He’s a kind hearted muggle. Yank and I have been coming here for years.” Remus said while removing his coat before sitting by the wall. 

Harry sat down across from you next to Sirius. Harry froze when he saw you taking your coat off and saw a hostler attached to your hip. Sitting down, Remus passed a menu to you. Looking up to see Harry, he quickly glanced away from you. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked and Harry shyly looked at you. 

“You have a gun.” Harry whispered and you just smiled at his reaction. “I do. Every auror who does special missions in the states carries one.” You answered him. 

“You shoot Death Eaters with it?” You nodded. Harry looked a bit nervous so you took your gun out and took the magazine of the gun out. Pulling a bullet out you showed it to Harry. 

“This gun is just like any other gun. The difference is the bullets. The bullets contain a spell.” Harry's eyes widen as you hold it out in front of him. 

“This gun contains immobulus in each bullet. We use the gun when we don’t have our wand. The gun is our last resort and yes, to answer your question. I have used it. It saved my life many times before.” 

Harry grabs the bullet from your hand and looks at it. He stared at the bullet, the silver bullet shines and he sees the word of the spell engraved on the bullet. He holds it to Sirius who was equally curious about it as well. 

“What if it kills them?” Harry asked. “If you shoot them in the head or the heart then yes. It will kill them. We were taught to shoot them in the non-vital parts of their body until the authorities come and get them.” 

“But sometimes you have to shoot them down.” Your voice gets low and Harry notices the look on Remus' face. 

“Why am I not surprised that our Yankee has a gun.” Sirius said, making you chuckle as he passed the bullet to Harry. 

“I was just as surprised as you when they introduced me to it but it’s America, what do you expect? They love their guns.” You said as Harry gave you the bullet back. 

“You knew about this?” Remus nods at Sirius as you put the gun away. 

“Well, of course. I’m her husband. She taught me how to shoot the damn thing.” Sirius’ mouth dropped, not believing that shy and quiet Remus knows how to shoot a gun. 

“Nearly fell back when I shot it but I got the hang of it.” Remus said, looking over at you. 

“We have lots of catching up to do.” Sirius said, making you nod. 

“That we do. Harry, let me just say you look like James but your eyes are your mothers.” Harry smiled at you. 

“You really do.” Remus said as he grabbed your hand under the table while Sirius told Harry about James going on and on about Lily’s eyes when they were in school. 

Ordering the food and the drinks, Harry’s face hurt from all the smiling and laughter he was doing. You were a breath of fresh air to him. He thinks it’s because you treated him like an adult. You didn’t sugar coat things when Harry asked about Voldemort and stories about his parents. Harry listened attentively to every word you said during dinner. He can see the admiration in Remus’ eyes when you spoke about your job in the states. 

“You said only aurors who do special missions have a gun?” You nod at Harry’s question. 

“What kind?” You wiped your fingers with a napkin before answering. 

“Many missions that required protecting items or people. Sometimes very rich muggles, sometimes wizards or sometimes creatures. Others and I sometimes go out to look out for Death Eaters who have escaped the first war. That’s how we found out that he had been planning on using mind control on the muggles.” 

“He’s been planning other things, Harry.” You said softly.  “He thinks he will win this time around. He has already started making plans once he defeats us, not to take over London but to rule over everything.” 

“He won’t win.” Remus’ voice was firm and strong. 

“He won’t.” You agreed with your husband. 

“That’s right.” Sirius commented before looking over at his godson. “We are here with you, Harry. You are not alone anymore. We are going to stop him once and for all.” 

Harry bites the inside of his cheek to not cry. Harry had Ron and Hermione with him, but it wasn’t the same thing being with Remus, Sirius and you. Ron and Hermione were teens just like him. The three of them had no experience with dealing with war. You reach out your hand across the table to touch Harry’s hand when he doesn't respond right away to Sirius. Harry’s hand is so soft compared to yours and you hope he didn’t reject you. You were relieved when Harry grabbed a hold of it. His eyes looked down at your hand, to him your hands were like Sirius and Moody. You had light scars over your knuckles and he rubbed his thumb over the golden wedding band on your ring finger. You frown when Harry’s eyes begin to fill up with tears when you feel him rub a scar on your knuckles. Harry lets out a whimper when he remembers Cedric’ having a familiar scar like yours on his hand. He remembers because he was holding on to Cedric’s hand for dear life when bringing his dead body back home. 

“I just don’t want any of you to end up like Cedric because of me.” Harry whispered and Sirius was quick to pull him next to him. Sirius wrapped his arm around his shoulders and pulled him close. 

“No need to cry, my dear boy.” Sirius told him softly as Remus grabbed a few napkins from the table sliding them over to Sirius. Harry still held your hand as you moved his plate away giving you space. 

“Harry.” Remus calls for him over the table. Remus’ heart breaks when Harry looks over at him with teary eyes. He swore that he saw Lily for a second but shook his head to continue. 

“You do know, Cedric’s death was not on you.” Harry was quick to shake his head. 

“Listen to me.” Remus said. “It was not your fault. No one knew he was going to be there. No one knew that he was coming back at that moment. Cedric knew the risk when entering the tournament as well. Peter was the one that killed him. Not you. Peter.” 

“He’s right, my sweet boy.” You said to Harry. You gave him a gentle squeeze on his hand. 

“What happened to Cedric was horrible. You shouldn’t have to experience that but Remus is right. This was not on you. I don’t want to lie to you, Harry. Yes, we may die, we may die tomorrow, in two days, in a year or we may die during the war but I can say this about the three of us.” You looked at Sirius and Remus then back at Harry. 

“Risking our lives for the greater good and to protect you is worth losing our life. We will help you defeat him.” Harry sniffed as Sirius kissed the top of his head. 

“You are not alone. We are here now.” Sirius whispered to Harry as you grabbed Remus with your other hand, the table stood quiet for a few moments. 

“Do you remember when James and you showed me how to ride a broomstick?” You asked Sirius trying to lighten up the mood, Harry seemed to calm down when he heard your question. Sirius lets out a chuckle before Remus does the same. 

“Oh Merlin! We tried to convince your aunt to join the quidditch team.” Sirius said, looking at Harry before grinning at you. 

“What was the first thing you said?” Sirius asked, making you roll your eyes when you realize what you had just done. 

“Do we have to wear those witches hats to start the broom?!” Remus answered in a high pitched voice making you gasp as Sirius and he started to laugh. 

“I didn’t know, okay! I thought it activated the broom. Back home all the witches had those hats on when riding the broom.” You tried to speak over Remus and Sirius’ laughter. You shook your head and looked over at Harry who was smiling again. 

“Your mother yelled at your father for laughing at her and made him wear a witches hat for the entire lesson.” Remus told Harry before looking at Sirius. 

“Let’s just say I did not play Quidditch after that.” You said releasing your hand from Harry. 

“You didn’t like it?” Harry asked as you pushed his plate in front of him. 

“To be honest, flying around and throwing balls was not my cup of tea but watching Sirius and James fly was something out of this world. I’ll never forget the time I saw it, I kept thinking to myself that this was just a dream.” 

Sirius continues to lighten up the mood by telling Harry about a quidditch story from the old days. Remus and you just watched happily as Sirius talked with Harry. Harry needed this, needed time together with his godfather. Time with his family, Remus and you both knew Sirius needed this time with Harry as well. Both of you can see how Sirius looks at Harry, it was the same way he looked at James all those years. James was there at a time when Sirius had nobody, no money and no home. James and Lily’s death had broken Sirius into pieces. 

Remus squeezed your hand under the table before bringing it over his lap. 

You look over at Harry who was finishing with his burger and fries as Sirius spoke. You stared at the scar peeking behind the strands of his dark hair. You felt an overwhelming sensation as you stared at the kid across from you. You can see glimpses of James trying his first greasy burger. You bit the inside of your cheek when Harry laughed at a joke Sirius had just made. 

You saw flashes of Lily, laughing. Harry’s eyes sparkle the same way Lily's did. You look away when you feel Remus gives your hand another gentle squeeze. Looking at your husband, he gives you a look. No words had to be said, you knew what Remus was asking. He was asking if you were OK, you just nod. 

Remus started to rub your arm under the table, it made you feel at ease. You missed Remus so much. You only got to see him after weeks of doing missions. You missed his warmth, his presence and his touch. It was hard at first when you left after being together for so long. You felt like you didn’t know how to live the first few weeks away from him. Remus and you were like a team from the very beginning, you met him. You had brought him up from the lowest point in his life and he did the same with you. 

“Dream team.” He would say to you. He said those very words to you when you left. You left because you needed the money. After everything, Remus and you were all alone. Barely making it by. No one wanted to hire a werewolf and he had refused to let you work because he knew deep down that Fenrir Greyback was still alive. Remus was in tears when he begged you not to work in London.

 “I can feel him for some reason when I’m a werewolf. I know he’s alive. Sometimes during a full moon, I hear his howl and if he is still alive that means you know who can still be alive. They can still be looking for you.” 

“Okay. I won’t work here.” You told him before hugging him. Trying to console him because he was in tears. As much as Remus tried to forget about Greyback, there was no point because they were connected to each other. Grayback was the one who bit Remus making him into a werewolf. They will always be connected.

Dumbledore was kind enough to contact the Ministry of Magic in the states. They knew about you and oh how excited they were to have someone like you over there because who shall not be named had died causing a few Death Eaters escaping from their homes to reside in the states and of course they were causing havoc. 

The money was fine and it helped with restoring the cottage, Remus and you lived there. It helped Remus get by, not as much but bearable. He always felt bad taking money from you, his hard-working wife, who was risking her life every day. He has done a few muggle jobs here and there but he will always get fired at the end for missing work too much after the full moon. Most of the money went towards his Wolfbane potion, such an expensive thing it is. It was something that you told him at first when giving him money. Remus didn’t want to take it, saying it wasn’t right and fair but you simply shook your head at him before telling him. 

“The thought of you being alone, not in your right mind while I am across the world hurts me. I won’t always be there during a full moon to hold you and take care of you but knowing that you have taken your potion. I know you will be alright and it makes me happy.” 

The days when you came back to the cottage was everything to both you. Coming home to Remus after a long mission was what you needed to come back. Meaning, missions were always physically and mentally utterly exhausting. You have seen death and destruction during your missions and sometimes you were the one to cause it. You have lost coworkers and friends throughout the years. Remus would hold you until the next day, allowing you to cry and scream. He would wake you up from your nightmares. This went both ways, you were so happy when you came back home when a full moon was going to happen. You enjoyed taking care of him, healing him and providing for him. It reminded you of  the old days when both of you were at Hogwarts. 

You would wipe the blood from his cuts on his body when the boys would bring him back from a full moon. You would ease his pain and anger when a full moon would be near. Remus would cast a spell for you to stop your bleeding nose or hold you after you were bullied. He’s been with you after everything you had endured in Hogwarts and your home. 

You looked over at Harry again, you saw he was done with his food and was speaking with Remus and Sirius. Looking out the window you saw the sun was setting, taking a peek of your watch, you let out a tsk. “I should take Harry back. It’s almost curfew over there.” 

Harry looked sad at this and you were quick to grab his hand that was laid on the table. 

“This isn’t our last dinner, you know. We are finally together again, all of us. Not trying to be the overbearing aunt but you can send me letters. Use the floo to come over. Maybe spend the weekend at our place, perhaps invite your friends over as well. Remus has told me good things about them.” Harry nods at you with a bright smile. 

All his life, his real family didn’t want anything to do with him. Petunia had never once made him feel this wanted and loved. He felt like this was a dream and he was scared that he would wake up soon and all of this would be gone. 

“I’ll take him back, you boys stay here.” You said standing up grabbing your jacket from the hook outside of the booth. Remus stands up to kiss your cheek, telling you to be careful as Harry said his goodbye to Sirius. 

Waving bye at Remus and Sirius, you walked out of the restaurant. “Wait, I have-.” You stuff Harry’s money back into his pocket. 

“No need, my dear.” You said as you signal Harry to follow you.  “Thank you for dinner.” Harry said. 

“Let’s walk for a bit.” You told him as you walked down the block. 

“I didn’t mention anything about my time in Hogwarts in the restaurant but if you like, I can tell you a little bit as we walk. Maybe one day, I'll tell you all about it.”  Harry nods at you and he notices how tense you became while stuffing your hands in the pockets of your coat. 

“I really didn’t have a good time at first in Hogwarts. I came in pretty late. In the fifth year, I didn’t know much. To be honest, I didn’t know anything about magic. I was an outcast and I was bullied because I was a muggle-born. It did not help that I was in Slytherin, how they hated me at first until they saw the potential in my magic. Some students were kind to me while others were just plain cruel.” 

“Did your parents know about the bullying?” Harry asked you as both of you crossed the street to a small park. 

Harry saw your eyes closed for a minute before stopping at the corner. “Not really, home was even worse for me.” 

Harry frowns as he looks up at you. “My mom died when I was young and my father was an alcoholic who liked to hit.” 

“You said he was, does that mean he stopped drinking?” Harry asked and you shook your head. 

“He died a few years ago. My father would’ve never stopped. I’m sure if he could, he would be drinking in hell.” You noticed the look in Harry’s eyes. 

“No need to look sad.” Harry lets out a deep breath. 

“When Remus said you had a rough life, I didn’t think it would be that. I thought it was only my family but not yours.” Harry flinched when you got close to him. You stared at his eyes and he saw your nostrils flare. 

“The Dursleys?” You said. “What have they done to you?” Your eyes grew hard when he didn’t say anything.  

“Harry! Tell me?” You asked him. Harry shook his head at you but the look in his eyes told you something else. 

“It’s over now. They don’t do anything anymore.” He lied. You pulled Harry into a hug and kissed the top of his head. 

“I’m sorry, Harry.” He heard you whisper as he hugs you back. He shut his eyes tight as you held him, not caring that his glasses were pressed tight against you.  Harry looks up at you as you push his hair away from his face. You cup his face with your hands. 

“They will never touch you again. I swear it.” Harry just stares at you. You said it so nonchalantly that he almost believes you.

“People like us, we survive. We survive because we have endured it. We lived through that pain inflicted by others. Use that to your advantage, my dear.” 

“Don’t tell Sirius about it. I haven’t told anyone about it. I get enough pity and looks from people because I’m Harry Potter.” 

 “I know what you mean. Wanting to be normal, wanting to be like everyone else. The stares and the whispers.” Harry agrees with you with a nod. 

“They do it right in front of you so you can hear it.” Harry comments and it pained you that he had to deal with that.

Harry and you walked for a few blocks as you told him more about your time in Hogwarts. You told him how it was Dumbledore, who found you. Dumbledore was the one to take you away from your home and take you to Hogwarts. You told Harry that the whole experience felt out of this world. You were in your bedroom when you heard someone walk inside the apartment. Harry tried to cover his laughter when you told him you thought Dumbledore was a crackhead that let himself in and you had called the most powerful wizard an old man to his face. 

Checking your watch one more time, you told Harry it was really time to go back. Grabbing his hand, you apparated in front of Hogwarts by the gates. You walk up the hill with him, telling him about the first time you went to Diagon Alley. He smiled and he told you about his experience with Hagrid. Hagrid took him away from his family on his birthday. Standing in front of the castle, you hugged Harry one last time. You kissed his forehead as you said your goodbye. 

“You know I wasn’t lying about sending me letters and coming over. You can always spend the summer with me and Remus. I know for a fact Sirius wouldn’t mind if you stay with him. He said he was fixing the house for you to live with him.” Harry smiles. 

“Can I call you aunt or Yankee? Maybe aunt Yankee?” Harry asked and you answered with a yes. 

“Whatever you wish, my dear boy. I know Remus would love it if you called him uncle Remus or uncle Moony.” 

“Really?” Harry asked. “Yes, we may not be your blood family, Harry but Remus and I think of you as our own.” Harry remembers what Remus had told him about you fighting for him when he was a baby. 

“But, I must confess something to you, Harry. I need to say this because I don’t want to keep secrets from you.” You told him. 

“You can choose whether or not you still want to talk to me but I need to tell you that I have done things in my life that I am not proud of. I have killed and hurt people, bad people. The most despicable people that you can think of.” 

Harry watched as you looked over at Hogwarts with a sad look on your face. It was the same look Sirius had when he first saw Hogwarts again after 12 years. He saw tears rolling down your eyes as you looked at the castle. 

“I need you to understand I would never hurt you. I will kill myself before I ever hurt you. I needed you to know because there is a war coming and I will be something else when it comes. I have fought in battles over in the states, I have done things to survive, to ensure my safety and others. I don’t want you to think of me as different because of it.” 

Harry’s heart was pounding in his chest while you spoke. By the look on your face, he knew you were telling the truth. 

“I believe you. I believe you won’t hurt me, Yankee.” You smiled at him as you quickly wiped your tears away. 

“Go before you get into trouble.” You said waving goodbye at him. You were about to turn around when you heard him yell aunt. He gave you a last goodbye before walking inside. 

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Remus and Sirius were still in the restaurant, they had ordered another round of beer when you walked back inside. 

“How did it go?” Remus asked you as the waiter came back with 3 pints of beer. 

“Good.” You answered them and thanked the waitress. 

There was a silence between the three of you and Sirius quickly rose up from his seat when he saw you started to cry. Remus made room for Sirius to sit down and tugged you close to him. Remus wrapped his arm around your torso, while you covered your face with your hands. Your shoulders shook while you sobbed. Sirius leaned his head against your shoulder. Dropping your hands from your face, you let out a deep breath. 

“I told him what I have done. Told him about the killing. He still called me his aunt afterwards. I thought I was going to lose him. I thought he was going to call me a murderer.” 

“You are NOT a murderer. You have done things to survive. For your team to survive. You have stopped people who have done terrible things. People who kill. People who raped the innocent. Harry is smart. He knows the difference.” Remus told you. 

“He’s right, Yankee. Harry knows. He has a good heart. He did a noble thing for Peter. Told me he didn’t think his father would have wanted his two best friends to be killers.” Sirius said softly and you felt Remus tense up. 

You look ahead and drag Sirius’ pint of beer in front of him. You gave thought to what Sirius told you. You shut your eyes when you remember James telling you something after your wedding. 

James had caught you watching Remus and Sirius dancing in the middle of the dance floor. You were leaning against the railing of his backyard porch. 

“How long have they been going at it?” You look over at James who was smiling at them. 

“For a while now, they are doing every song on the record of Queens.” You answered, making James laugh. He looks over at you. 

You raised an eyebrow at him when James kept looking at you. “You alright?” James nods and shoots a quick glance at Remus before looking back at you. 

“I’m just happy you guys are together.” You nudge your shoulders at James. “James, you are such a sap.” 

“I’m serious. I just know you’ll take care of him.” 

Looking over at James. His blue eyes shine with unshed tears. “You are the strongest person I know. I’m happy he has you. I was worried that after school is done he will be alone and have no one.” 

“I know he’s good to you. After everything I’m glad you are with Remus. He looks at you like you hung the moon and stars. I was just so worried, especially with everything that happened. I love him, he’s my brother. Just as I love you, Yankee. You’re the sister I always wish I had.” You glance over at Remus who was bending down, holding his stomach in laughter as Sirius tried to do the worm.  

“I’ll take care of Remus if you take care of Sirius.” James gives you a smile. 

“Lily and I are going to ask him to move in with us.” You grew happy at that idea, you had no doubt in your mind that Sirius would refuse. 

Remus' touch made you open your eyes and you were back at the diner. You looked down at your own cup taking another deep breath, watching the foam on the beer before looking ahead.  

‘Don't worry, brother. I’ll take care of them and Harry.’ You said to yourself as you grabbed the handle of the cup. 

“I’m gonna kill that fucking rat.” You told Sirius and Remus then brought the cup to your lips. Sirius and Remus shared a look behind you, they knew you meant Peter. 

“We know.”  Remus and Sirius said simultaneously. They took a sip from their drinks as well. The three of you could have sworn the ghost of Lily and James sat across from the booth. James had his arm around Lily’ shoulder as they laughed. Drowning the pint, Sirius ordered another round. The three of you kept talking and drinking until late. Sirius, Remus and you were reminiscing about the past. Talking about everyone, talking about the pranks Sirius and James used to pull. Before you knew it, you were helping Remus carry Sirius back home. 

“He hasn’t had a drink in 12 years and now he’s a lightweight.” You said as Remus opened the door of the house. 

“He’s always been a lightweight, love.” Sirius gasps loudly before laughing out loud making you snort as you and Remus help him up the stairs. 

“You’re gonna have one hell of a headache, Pads.” You said as Remus opened the door of his room. Sirius let out a giggle when saw his bed and threw himself on top of the covers ignoring Remus calling out for him. 

“You need to change.” Remus told him as you started to remove Sirius’ shoes while Remus walked to the dresser across the room. 

“Just like old times.” You told Remus who walked back to you and laid a pair of pajamas on the edge of the bed. You dropped one of Sirius’ shoes on the ground before working on the other.

“Thank god, he doesn’t throw up like James.” You commented, making Remus groan as he remembers cleaning James' throw up. You had taken them to a bar in New York and it was the first time James and Sirius had tequila. 

“Let me get him a glass of water and a bucket just in case.” Remus said leaving the room as you grab a blanket from the closet. You walked towards him and laid the blanket over him. Sirius calls your name softly as you tuck him in. He grabs your hand. 

“I’m glad you're here.” You smile at your drunk friend. 

“I’m glad to be here too.” You said while unbuttoning  the first top buttons of his dress shirt so he would be comfortable. 

“We should change your shirt at least. Can you move?” You asked him softly before adding that he would feel much better with a sleeping shirt on.  You smiled to yourself when Sirius agreed with you. 

You grabbed the shirt, Remus laid out as he started to remove his jacket and button down shirt. You froze at the amount of tattoos on his body. He looked fragile and you can see his rib cage. You bite down on your tongue to not cry. Sirius used to be buff back in the day, he was more fuller since he played quidditch. You helped him put  the shirt on and he dropped back down with a sigh. You folded his dress shirt and jacket, you looked over at him to see him staring at the ceiling. 

“Promise me you’ll take care of Harry if the ministry finds me to take me back to Azkaban.” 

“Sirius.” You gently said bringing the blanket up to his chest. He looks away from the ceiling at you. 

“If they try to take you away again. I’ll protect you. I’ll fight them.” Sirius takes your hand with his, bringing it up to his chest. You can feel his heartbeat. 

“I missed you guys so much. Remus has told me so much and - and I  don’t want us to break apart. Stay with me here, the both of you. Don’t- please don’t go back to the cottage. Remus can use the basement when there is a full moon.” Sirius rambles and his words become twisted with tears that were running down his face. 

“I’ll speak with Remus about it, okay? You need to sleep now, Si.” Sirius nods at you as you wipe the tears from his face with your fingers. 

You hear Remus behind you and he placed the glass of water on the nightstand, he puts the bucket by Sirius’ side. You give a look at Remus when he notices Sirius was crying. 

“I’m going to get changed. Goodnight, Si.” You said patting Sirius on the leg and walking out of the room to Remus’ room. You shut the door when you heard Sirius talking with Remus. 

You hear Sirius begin to cry. “Don’t leave me alone. Please Moony. I want both of you to stay here.” You slowly walk away from the door. 

After calming Sirius down and waiting for him to fall asleep Remus quietly shuts the door behind him and walks towards the guest bedroom. Remus starts to unbutton his cardigan as he walks inside, shutting the door. He hears the shower is on, looking over at the bathroom door. He smiles to himself, he’s smiling because you’re here. 

He was happy when he received your letter, telling him you will be returning home. Dumbledore contacted the Ministry of Magic in the states, requesting your help permanently. Remus was surprised when you sent another letter saying you will be arriving a week late due to work. Nevertheless, you were coming back. Remus lets out a sigh as he sits on the edge of the bed, removing his watch and shoes. He hears the shower turn off. A few minutes later, you walk out of the bathroom with a white towel around your body. 

“How is he?” You asked, walking towards him, Remus grabs your hand pulling you closer to him. You stood between his long legs. 

“Sleeping.” Remus answers as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He can smell the body wash on your skin, your hair is damp and he watches the water droplets dribble down your arms. 

“I think we should stay for a while, love.” You nod at him, agreeing with him. 

“Yeah. We should. Seeing him crying like that hurts me.” Remus looks up at you. 

“It hurts me too. I feel stupid for not believing he was innocent. You were right all along.” Remus said, wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him, pressing his face against your body. You ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Do not feel stupid, Remus. At one point I thought he did it but it’s in the past now. Sirius is here with us now. Sirius is alive and we know who betrayed our friends. We know who the real culprit is.” You look down and held Remus’ face in your hands making him look up at you. Your chest tightens at the sight of his red eyes. He let out a soft sob as he shook his head. 

“He was all alone there. He looks so different now. So pale and skinny.” Remus’ voice cracks. 

“I know. I know but we will help him now. He won’t be alone anymore. We are here and Harry is with us. No more being alone.  No more. We are finally together, a family. “ Remus nods. 

“Together.” Remus said, you lean down to kiss him. You pull away to kiss his forehead then hug him again. 

“I missed you so much.” He tells you. “Me too, baby.” 

You feel Remus’ hand touch your bare legs. You truly missed him, it wasn’t the same. Your fingers, the toy you had wasn’t the same as him. He gently squeezed the back of your legs before making their way up to your hips under the towel. 

You wanted to tell him about Harry and what he told you about the Dursley. You wanted to do something about it. Remus kissed your arms that were over his shoulders. 

“What’s wrong?” Remus asks you in a worried tone. You weren’t surprised. Remus knew your body better than you. Plus it helped that both of you were bonded together. Remus kept looking at you and you grew anxious at your idea that you had. You just hope that he won't get mad at it. 

“Baby.” You smiled when he said that. You remember like it was yesterday when you first called him that when you started dating him. He had blushed at the word and asked you if that’s what girlfriends and boyfriends called each other in the states. 

“I have to tell you something.” You said in a shaky voice. 

--

The night was cold as you stood in front of Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging. You drew your wand out as you stared at the white front door. The locks undid itself from the inside out and the door opens. 

Walking inside you looked around, you heard snoring coming from upstairs. Shutting the door behind you, you walked further inside. You were about to make your way into the kitchen when you came to a halt when you stood in front of the door of the cupboard under the stairs. Staring at the door, you felt something heavy on your chest. That feeling was there, the same feeling that has helped you throughout your missions. Facing the door, you looked at the small lock on it. Pointing the lock with your wand, it unlatches itself and the lock drops down onto the carpeted ground. Pulling the door open, the end of your wand lit up. Your eyes grew wide when you saw a pillow and a blanket on a thin and raggedy mattress. Looking around you saw drawings taped on the wall with Harry’s name written on the bottom corner of the papers, you took a deep breath as you continued to look around and stopped when you saw three little toys, soldiers to be exact. Dust has collected over them and you took a step away from the cupboard. The door shuts itself. 

You hoped it wasn’t true. Your hands shook and you let out a sigh before slamming your fist on the door hard. You pushed yourself away from the door and walked into the kitchen/living room. You walked in front of the fireplace in the living room. Your eyes loomed over the picture frames above the fireplace. You growled at the sight of Petunia with her husband and her kid. All the pictures were of three of them. There were no pictures of Harry. 

You let out a shout as you waved your wand at the massive amount of picture frames above the fireplace. The frames came crashing down making noise, you look over at the frames hanging on the wall. There was no Harry and another crash came down. 

Vernon woke up from the sound of it. Petunia quickly woke up as well and told him to go down. Vernon got up and began to walk down the steps to the living room with Petunia behind him. There was another crash and Vernon decided to shout for the intruder to stop. Vernon froze when he walked into the kitchen/living room. It was a complete mess, glass from the picture frames were everywhere. The dining table was flipped over and the couch was ripped open, the white stuffing was pulled out. 

“What is going on here!?” Vernon shouted as Petunia walked beside him. She let out a gasp not because of the state of the room but because of you. You were sitting in front of the fireplace, facing them while you sat on a dining chair. You had a leg over the other as you leaned back. Vernon's eyes grew wide when he saw you had a cigarette hanging from your lips. 

“Petunia. You haven’t changed a bit. You still look like shit.” You said looking at Lily’s older sister. She wore a nightgown and hair rollers on top of her head. Vernon had a gray shirt and plaid pants along with a dark blue robe. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Vernon shouted making his way to you but you pulled out your wand and pointed it at him making him freeze. 

“You are one of those freaks.” He shouts at you as you blow smoke out from your mouth. He gets more mad when the ashes fall on the ground. 

“What do you want?” Petunia asked harshly, eyeing you up and down.  

“I know something.” Lily’s sister frowns at you as you stare back at her. 

“It has come to my attention on how you have been treating Harry all these years.” The married couple looked at each then down to the ground. 

“Not even trying to deny it?” You asked. 

“You listen here, you bitch. Get out of my house.” Vernon snapped at you and you laughed while throwing the cigarette in the fireplace. 

“I’ll leave after I’m done with you.” They jumped when they saw you disappear in mid air. Vernon shouted when he felt you behind him, your wand pointing at his fat neck. He raised his hands up, in surrender. 

Petunia was going to jump at you when you pulled your gun out with your other hand and pointed it at her head. She lets out a gasp at the sight of the barrel aiming at her.  

“Don’t you fucking dare. Stand by the wall.” You hissed at her without removing your eyes at Vernon. She obey and leaned against the wall behind you. 

“I want to know everything.” You said tilting your head at Vernon. He winced when he felt a horrible sensation in his head. You stared at him as you read his mind. Your teeth grinded together as you watched how they treated Harry. Locking him up under the stairs for days ends, sometimes without water and food. You gave him a frown when you saw how poorly they treated Harry.

Petunia saw your body shake as Vernon shouted in pain. “Stop it! Stop it!” She shouted and Vernon fell down to the ground. Your hand holding the wand dropped down to your side. The grasp on your gun tightened as you turned around to look at her.  

“Your own nephew, your flesh and blood.” Petunia flinched under your gaze. She started to cry when you cocked the gun and walked closer to her. You were standing right in front of her. 

“You really are a heartless bitch. You are filled with hate because you were jealous of Lily. Do you know how many times I comforted her because of you? She just wanted her sister to love her.” Petunia sobbed when she felt the barrel of your gun under her chin. You let out a scoff at the sight of her and for a second her eyes looked over your shoulders.  

“Run!” Petunia shouted and you looked over to see Vernon had gotten up and was now running to the front door. Vernon managed to open it and froze when he saw a tall man with scars on his face standing by the entrance. 

“Mr. Dudley.” Vernon’ eyes were wide when he felt something touch his stomach. The man was holding a wand. 

“Get back inside. Right fucking now.” You gave Petunia a smile when you heard Remus. 

Remus slammed the door behind him as Vernon walked inside backwards into the living room.  Remus looks at you and you allow him to look inside your mind. Petunia shouted when Remus let out a growl and grabbed Vernon from the scruff of his neck and slammed him against the wall. His hand wrapped around Vernon’s neck as the images of Harry being abused ran through his mind. 

Vernon flinched at Remus’ low growl. 

“I’m not the only one that is angry. Petunia, I can feel and hear his thoughts. He wants to kill your husband.” You whispered to her. 

“What do you want?” Petunia cried as she looked over your shoulder at Vernon. 

“Are you going to do what I say?” She nodded frantically as tears ran down her face. 

“You swear?” You asked as you moved the gun to the crown of her forehead. 

“I swear!” She shouted with all her might. 

“Next time Harry comes here. You will treat him like a son. Do you understand me if he comes to this place for any fucking reason you better treat him right? You will not lock him up in his bedroom upstairs anymore. You’re so fucking lucky you switch rooms because if he was still sleeping under the fucking stairs I would have blow your husband brains out.” Petunia sobbed at you but nodded. 

“I promise. I promise.” 

“Petunia if you lie to me and keep treating Harry like that.” You grab her chin, making her look down at you. 

“I’m going to take your precious son away from you.” You pulled her closer and wrapped an arm around her. Petunia trembles against you as she sobbed. 

“You have no idea the extent I will go through to protect my loved ones.” You whispered in her ear. 

“Now, since we have that settled. I will know if you tell anyone about this and if you do tell anyone, even Harry. Your husband dies and your son gets taken away.” 

Remus looks over his shoulder as Petunia promises you. She’s sobbing and her cries started to get to him. His grip on Vernon tightened as Petunia cried out once more that she would keep promise. Remus glanced back at Vernon, his eyes hard and jaw clenched. 

“Let’s see how much you like it.” Vernon frowns at Remus’ words. You were about to leave the room when Remus forcibly pushed Vernon towards the stairs. The door of the cupboard opens by itself and Vernon is shouting as Remus pushes him inside. 

“I saw it was three days that you left Harry inside of here. Without food or water.” Remus said, placing his hands on the door after he shuts it close. Vernon’s shouting is muffled. 

Petunia cried as you walked away from her towards Remus. You saw him shut his eyes as the door locked itself, a golden line appeared around it surrounding the door. The line dissolved and he tried to open it. It was locked. 

Remus had always been good with charms. 

Remus felt your hand on his back and turned to you. Petunia is standing in horror as she watches the whole thing. She knew about Remus just as she did with you. Tall and lanky Remus was her sister’s best friend in Hogwarts. She remembers being so annoyed that she had to open the door of her home for him. Remus would visit Lily during breaks. She has never seen him look so angry, his eyes were filled with hate. The eyes of Remus Lupin practically glowed as he caught her staring at him. 

“After three days it will open.” Remus said before taking to your hand. 

“Say hello to Dudley for me.” You told her before walking out of the house with Remus. The front door shuts close by itself when both of you step out. Last thing you heard before leaving was Petunia banging on the door of the cupboard. 

Remus and you appear back at grimmauld, he opens the door for you and sees Kreacher standing on top of the stairs. He gives Remus and you a look of disgust before disappearing in mid air. 

“What an angel.” You said sarcastically while removing your coat, Remus doesn't say a word, he takes your coat and hangs it up along with his on the coat rack. 

You look over your shoulder to see Remus staring at the coat rack. His shoulders are tense and you hug him from behind, wrapping your arms around his torso as you lay your head against his back. You inhaled the scent of cigarette and laundry detergent on him. He was waiting outside the house in case someone had escaped. Remus was smoking as he watched you enter the home of the Dursley.  

“Thank you for coming with me.” You said as you felt him grab a hold of your hands. You were nervous he wouldn't come with you to deal with them. 

“I didn't want to believe it at first.” Remus’ voice crack. “When I saw his memories, I wanted to kill him. Kill him for treating Harry so badly.” 

“We could have raised him better.” You shut your eyes tightly letting him talk. Not being able to be Harry’s parent was heartbreaking for you but it broke Remus. The last connection he had of Lily and James was gone.

“We didn't have much but we would have done a better job than them.” Remus' body shook and you held him tighter. 

“We have him now. We have protected him from them. He has two years left until he can decide where to live. I think we scared the Dursley enough for two years.” Remus turns to face you. 

“Did you mean when you said that you would have killed him, you would kill the husband?” Remus asked and you looked up at him. You nodded at him. 

“I would have.” You said. “Seeing young Harry crying under the stairs-.” You shook your head trying to get rid of the thought. You were getting angry. 

“Watching him go hungry and that piece of shit taunting him.” Remus is silent and you can see he was thinking. 

“Are you afraid of me?” You asked him softly looking into his eyes, hoping not to see fear. You don’t think you will be able to handle it if Remus was afraid of you. Remus wasn’t kept in the dark from the missions you had done. He knew every person you killed and every person you prisoned. He was there in the states after a terrible mission went wrong years ago, he was told of the horrors you had endured. You were gone for four months before you were founded along your team. 

“No.” He told you, bringing his hands up to cup your face. Your hair was now dried and you wore an old sweater you took from him and a pair of dark jeans. 

“I can never be afraid of you.” Remus mumbled against your forehead then pressed a kiss against it.  His lips went down to kiss the side of your face, you shut your eyes as he rubbed your cheek with his thumbs as he continued to kiss you. He leans down to capture your lips. 

He drinks your moan as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He pushed you gently against the wall, he had you pin up as he pulled away from your lips. With his forehead against yours, he’s breathing heavily. 

“I missed you so much.” He whispers and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him. Remus whines as you make out with him. He smirked against your lips when he felt your hands on his hips, fingers making their way to his belt. 

You pull away from his lips to catch your breath, you look at him with hooded eyes as you undo his belt and unzip his trousers. 

“I missed you too. So bad, I would-oh god. I would touch myself with your sweaters back in the states.” Remus lets out a pleased groan as his fingers work with the button of your jeans. 

“Did you cum on it?” Remus asks as your mouth drops open when he slips his hands inside your pants. He licks his lips when he feels your soft curls on your mound. The tip of his fingers are wet when he rubs against your clit. 

“Yes.” You whine as Remus kisses your neck as his fingers swirled around your clit, pressing hard against it. You grabbed his arms when he nibbled on your neck. 

He moans when he licks the healed bite mark on your neck as he fastens his strokes, you blush at the sound of your wet cunt. Remus growls when your underwear restricts him from going faster. He removes his hand and quickly takes you to the living room. 

You push him on to the dark green couch that stood in front of the fireplace, it was on. Kreacher must have started a fire to keep the old house warm. Remus watches as you tip your shoes off. He blinks and he sees you have used magic to remove your pants and underwear before he can do the same thing. You got on top of him, straddling him. 

Remus meets your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. His hands rubbed your outer legs before pushing the sweater you had up, showing your bare chest. He groaned when he felt your bare chest, you didn’t put on a bra. The thought of you without wearing one made him grow harder. 

“Fuck.” You whispered, pulling away from his lips when he rubs your nipple with one hand. Remus licks his lips watching your pretty face. 

He feels your cunt against this groin, he’s biting his bottom lip when your hips swirled on him. It’s been too long, too long without you. Remus counted the days whenever you were to return back home. Days would be spent together, in bed and out of bed. Enjoying each other's bodies and minds. Remus felt like he was a teenager again when you removed his sweater and threw it over the couch. Remus’ mouth dropped when he saw your naked figure. He will always be amazed by it. 

You looked like a painting to him. Years working as an auror was shown on your body, there were few scars over your shoulders and arms. Some were on your legs and thighs. Scars from your childhood, is a reminder to Remus how strong you are, how you survived. Remus knows how many you have, he has kissed each of them. Just as you did to him. His heart fills up with warmth when he remembers the days after a full moon. You would kiss his fresh scars, kiss his lips and remind him how much you loved him. 

Remus watches you place your hands on his chest when you move your hips. Your wet pussy is soaking the crotch of his trousers. 

Remus grabs you by the hips and pushes you to rise up. He’s breathing heavily as he pushes his trousers and boxers further down. His cock springs out and he’s looking up at you as he teases your slicked lips with the head of his cock. You gasped when you felt his fat head rub against your clit. 

“Please.” Remus begs and you slowly lower yourself down on his cock. He helps you when you cry out when you slide down on his girthy shaft. He groans when your tight cunt clenches around him. His hands grips your hips, he breathes through his mouth, trying to calm himself, to not lose control and start thrusting upwards. 

“Oh baby - is so big.” You tell him with a high pitched whine. Remus groaned when you began to roll your hips, his hands on your hips started to help you to move up and down. He was getting impatient, he had to feel you cum in his dick. It’s been so long since he felt your cunt cumming on him. 

Moaning his name, you look down at Remus. He brings a hand to your face, pulling you down to lay your forehead against his. His eyes were wide as he stared at you while riding him. Your nails were digging on the shirt he wore. You imagined him naked, oh fuck Remus was still in clothes but you couldn’t stop. How could you stop when his cock is hitting you on your sweet spot. It made your toes curl up,  Remus started to speak in Welsh. His voice is low and deep, you clenched around him once more. 

You knew a few words here and there but hearing him speak in his mother tongue made your pussy drool. You rode him harder, the couch under him creaked. 

“That’s it. That’s it, yes.” Remus praised you as he kissed your neck. You cry out when you feel his teeth on your neck, throwing your head back when he grabbed your hips with both hands and pulled you all the down to his lap. 

A growl escapes from his lips and he begins to thrust his hips upwards. He struggles with his trouser now and you swore you can hear it rip. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life. 

“Remus.” You cry out when he starts pounding you from underneath. Your clit is rubbing against his happy trail. You feel him deep inside of you when you cum. Remus is cupping your ass, squeezing it as you cum on him. Remus groans as he squishes his face against your chest. His mouth finds your nipple and he starts to suck on it while you twitch on his cock. 

Remus feels you gush in his lap and it makes him release his load deep inside of you. You feel his nails digging into your skin, you drop your weight on him and he welcomes it. Wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you close as he leans back on the couch. 

It’s quiet for a few moments, Remus is breathing heavily as he holds you. He hears your heart beating so loudly as he is still pressed against your chest. Your arms around his shoulder move up to his neck. He looks up when he feels you push his hair away from his face. 

“Fy nghariad.” (My love.) You whispered to him in welsh. 

---

Sirius wakes up with a massive headache. He sat up as he pushed his messy curls out of his face. Rubbing his eyes with his hands, he groans when he starts to remember last night. He was crying, Remus was in tears, Harry cried and you cried. Fuck, everyone was crying. 

But even with all the crying and the sad feelings. Sirius smiled as he remembered your words, back together as a family. 

He remembered Remus’ words before he fell asleep. His dear friend had grabbed his hands and assured him that they would be staying with him. Sirius' smile didn’t falter, he rose up from his bed and grabbed his wand from the night stand. He had no doubt, it was Remus who placed it knowing he was going to need it. 

Sirius opened the door of his bedroom and walked out. Looking down the hall all the way at the end. He sees the guest bedroom door is closed, he keeps walking to the staircase. 

‘I’ll let them rest.’ Sirius tells himself. Sirius knew that Remus and you would want to sleep in. He makes his way into the living room when he almost slips. He shouts loudly but catches himself in time. With his hand on the wall, he looks down to see a sweater. 

It couldn’t be his because he has never worn a sweater that wasn’t his quidditch sweater. Plus it was dark green, green isn’t his color. He looks around the living room to see other pieces of clothing around the living room.

“Ridiculous, this is. That werewolf and mudblood are messy and leave their disgusting clothes everywhere.” Sirius rolled his eyes and was about to walk into the kitchen when he noticed a pink underwear by the edge of the rug. 

His cheeks flared up in a blush and he’s about to continue on to the kitchen when the doorbell rang. He yells at Kreacher to answer it as he walks into the kitchen. He gives a silent thanks to that old grouchy elf when he sees the kettle was on. He grabs a cup and a plate from the wall and Kreacher pops near him. 

“Master Black. Someone strange is here for the mudblood.” Sirius’ eyes darkened once Kreacher repeated that foul name again. He had to stopped it, if you going to stay here. He pointed a finger at Kreacher. 

“Stop saying that. I mean it.” Kreacher just bows and Sirius walks out of the kitchen to the living room. At first Sirius believes he’s still sleeping. There’s a man, a cowboy. A tall man with blue jeans along with a sliver large buckle belt and light beige color suit jacket, he has a brown cowboy hat on top of his head and it matches with his brown boots. 

“Howdy, there sir. The name is Miles and I’m lookin’ for Mrs. Lupin.” 

Before Miles, the cowboy can speak again. Sirius just yells loudly as he stares at the man in front of him. 

“YANNNNNNKEEEEEEEEE!!” 

Chapter 1

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the fake date plot | part 7.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: oh, this is a slowburn now. Or at least that's the plan.

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: yeah I know I've been gone for a year... I have no words, my bad

Previous Part | (Series Chapter List)

You walked into James’ dorm on Wednesday afternoon, seeing only the other three marauders. They gave you cautious hellos as they watched you rifle through your boyfriend’s drawer. You lifted your head, looking at one of the other drawers. Maybe it was in the other one. James stepped out of the bathroom as you started digging through the second to last drawer in his writing desk. The steam from his shower rolled out into the dorm and made the room both hot and humid. 

“What are you looking for, bug?” 

“The bag of candy I gave you, I left my money pouch in it… I think, I hope so.” 

James, white towel still slung around his waist, moved to the top drawer of his writing desk. “I saw it last night but it was really late and then I got distracted with homework and practice. Here.” 

“Thank you…” you trailed off as you noticed a bead of water roll down James’ neck and continue down his body. 

“Distracted, love?” 

You looked up to see a stupid grin plastered on James’ face. The two of you had agreed that while everything was fake, shameless flirting was in fact allowed. A way for you to practice your skills. And clearly James was enjoying your reaction to the fullest. He wiggled his eyebrows making you roll your eyes. 

“Whatever, Potter.” 

“We’re on a last name basis now?” 

“Yes.” 

“Oh you wound me so, my darling.” He grabbed at his heart and pretended to stumble back. 

“You act like I’m in love with you.” 

“Y/N, you’re dating me.” 

You put your hand on his abs to shove him but James grabbed your hand, keeping it on his body. Sirius, Remus, and Peter exchanged looks. Remus, especially, was ready to set down his book and leave the room if you two needed some space. You let your hand linger for a moment longer before pushing off of James and taking your money pouch. Instead of leaving, you made yourself comfortable on his bed. 

“Dating you, James Potter, doesn’t mean I like you.” 

James leaned partially on his bed, mouth inches away from yours. “Bug, I don’t think you can date me if you don’t like me.” 

“Ah, ah.” You put your finger to his lip. “No kisses until you aren’t naked.” 

The laugh that came from James was light — a sound that his friends had never heard before. He got off of the bed to go find clothes like you asked, complaining the entire time that wearing a towel meant he wasn’t naked. The other marauders crept slowly to Remus’ bed. Sirius was so sure that you and James weren’t dating. He didn’t know why you two would lie about that but he was sure it was a lie. Now, he didn’t know. You might have still been a new friend to them but he was James’ brother. However, standing right in front of him, James looked so happy and genuine. 

Sirius watched as James put on only sweatpants before practically jumping on the bed and smothering you in kisses while you complained the entire time that not wearing a shirt or boxers still meant he was somewhat naked. Eventually James calmed down, thinking that going on for too long would look suspicious. 

You decided to stay for the night, getting up to go take a shower. James leaned over his bed to look for a spare shirt in his trunk, not wanting to get out of bed completely. He chuckled as you started your scream singing. For someone who could actually sing, he wasn’t sure why you chose to scream the songs when taking a shower. He closed his eyes for a moment of relaxation when one of the boys called his name. He looked back down to see it was Wormtail. The other three marauders beckoned him over. James wasn’t sure what they wanted but he had a feeling that he needed to turn his acting on. 

Remus was the first to breach the topic. “Y/N is a major part of our group now, we just want to make sure that you’re both okay.” 

“Why wouldn’t we be okay?” 

“I mean if you two break up th—” 

“We aren’t breaking up.” 

Peter sighed. “Mate, even if you like Y/N, you were in love with Lily for like seven years. I know it can’t be easy to just get over her. We don’t want Y/N or you to get hurt.” 

“I get it. But I would never hurt her. We’re together and I am committed to that.” 

“And your feelings for Lily?” 

“What do you want me to say to you guys? Yes, I still have some lingering feelings for Lily, of course. Y/N knows that and it’s going to take some time for them to go away but I really like her okay. My feelings for Lily get smaller by the week.” 

James had to stop the corners of his mouth from curling upwards. He had overheard them in the corridors when they thought he wasn’t around. Lily had tried to be casual when asking about the two of you. The rest of your friends had been trying to put all their situations with the two of you together and figure out if it was serious or not. James knew the boys were just snooping something to report back to Lily. 

“I know that Y/N and I aren’t serious yet b—” 

“You aren’t serious?” Remus asked. 

“I mean she still has feelings for Xenophilius, I’m not the only one having to get over someone. So we aren’t serious, but we are exclusive. I wouldn’t even think of snogging let alone sleeping with another girl if we’re exclusive. And we’ve decided that we will be currently.” 

“Currently?” 

“It might be easier to get serious if we are exclusive but no labels. We still need to sort our feelings out and maybe we’ll go on dates with other people to figure it out but that’s too much for either of us right now. And I’m not ready at all so, yeah, we’re exclusive currently.”  

“But not serious?” 

“Moony, are you deaf?” 

“Well,” Sirius interrupted. “Speaking of snogging. Have you? We’ve seen you kiss but have you snogged her.” 

“No.” 

The marauders left him alone after that, having gathered all the information needed. You came back out and flopped on James’ bed once more. He got up to cuddle with you. If anything happened afterwards, you didn’t know because you had fallen asleep. You were kind of excited for tomorrow. It was supposed to be a surprise but James told you that he had a date planned for you during your free time right after breakfast. Fake dates were still nice.

While you were having the sleep of your life, James’ brain was causing him to toss and turn. Lily actually seemed interested. He couldn’t believe it. This was the closest he’s ever been before. Maybe his plan wasn’t so dumb after all. You’d get Xeno, he’d get Lily and you both would be very happy. 

Morning rolled around. You tried to wiggle yourself out of James’ death grip, complaining quietly so you wouldn’t wake him. You could almost laugh as he whispered Lily’s name before remembering where you were. If any of the other boys heard him then there could be issues.

Although, you heard them last night. You sighed. Maybe you were only worried because if James got Lily too soon then you wouldn’t get Xeno. But you didn’t want to stop him from the love of his life, already understanding the feeling too well. They needed another plan. But at the moment, you needed to pee and get dressed in the last clean uniform you have before laundry needs to be done.  

To your surprise, the girls were up when you reached your shared dorm. You smiled sheepishly as you went to grab a washcloth from your wardrobe drawer so you could wash your face. Knowing they’d probably hound you if they were awake this early, you left the bathroom door open after using the toilet. It was nice to know they worried about you but also awkward at times. 

The girls looked at your outfit as they tried to figure out where the hell you came from. You had no shoes on, just slippers so you had to have stayed in the castle. But you were wearing sweatpants so you could have slept anywhere and been comfortable. Dorcas was the first to notice. 

“Is that James’?” she pointed to the cream colored thermal shirt you were wearing. 

You nodded with the toothbrush still in your mouth. The girls looked at each other. Honestly, they expected you to be at Alice’s dorm like you sometimes were. Lily, Marlene, and Mary decided to let Dorcas continue the line of questioning. 

“So you slept over at his dorm?” 

“Yeah,” you said before washing the rest of the soap suds off of your face and standing up straight again. “I thought I lost my money pouch but then I remembered I bought James candy at Honeydukes and was hoping I left it in the bag. Thank God I did. I just ended up crashing there because I got too lazy to move.” 

“You two are pretty serious it seems.” 

Hook. Line. And sinker. Part of you wanted to deviate from the plan because you just weren’t sure where you and Xeno stood but you couldn’t do that to James. Not when you had become good friends. So you snorted instead. 

“Not really. We’re just exclusive,” you repeated the thing you overheard James say to the boys. “I think it’s important to be when we’re trying to figure each other out.” 

“What’s there to figure out? You two like each other, don’t you?” Marlene asked. 

“Feelings are weird.” You finished changing and grabbed your bag. “Look, James are I are just talking. I know we’ve had some moments but it’s not like either one of us meant to be naked around each other. I was drunk once and then Sirius barged in a—” 

“Wait, James wasn’t in the shower already?” Mary interrupted. 

“Uh, no.” 

“So that was a lie?” 

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to admit that we hid from Sirius and he turned into a deer.” 

The girls started laughing so hard their sides were hurting. That sounded more like the James Potter they knew and something about the entire scenario seemed more endearing than the first story you told them. Lily stopped laughing and started smiling. One, because listening to the real story made James seem like a derpy sweetheart and two because you said you weren’t serious. Exclusive was in fact very different from serious. Everyone knew that. You all turned at the knock on the door and Lily’s smile faded a bit when James stepped in after being told he could enter. You put on your best surprised face. 

“Hi.” 

“Hey, bug, you left your money pouch again.” 

“I did?” 

“You need to enchant this thing… Hey, you’re free after breakfast right?” 

“Yes I am.” 

“Brilliant. Can I take you out on a date?” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, we haven’t done that yet and we probably should.” 

You chuckled. “We probably should.” 

“Yeah,” he repeated himself. “Yeah, dates are good. Especially having a real date before your birthday. I can’t believe you have a Halloween birthday by the way. I’ve never met someone with that birthday before.” 

“James Potter, are you nervous?” 

“Nervous? No. It’s just a first date. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I’m assuming you don’t want me to answer that.” 

“Please don’t.” 

You grabbed a purse before walking up to James and holding his hand. “Let’s go. No matter what happens, promise we’ll have fun.” 

“That I can do.” 

You and James sat on the top level of Three Broomsticks in the very back corner of the place. He opted to get the two of you food at the cafe portion instead of asking for a waiter so no one could interrupt you or worse overhear something they shouldn’t have. 

A sigh left your mouth. “Lily likes you and I don’t think we should drag that out before she loses interest again.” 

“But what about you and Xeno?” 

“What about us? He’s lost interest because I don’t have any experience so there’s no point in anything. Let’s just get you your girl and let me wallow in peace.” 

James set down your hot chocolate and looked you in the eye. “Do you really like Xeno? Like how I love Lily?” 

“Yes,” you answered from the depths of your heart. 

“Then we aren’t giving up. We’ll make him interested again. We need to be a whirlwind of passion and fiery breakup but nothing that can’t be mended either because I actually like being friends with you.” 

You and James finished eating breakfast and decided to stroll around Hogsmeade for the remainder of your free time. The two of you needed a plan with set dates and no deviations. You just wanted to be done with everything in no more than a week but James insisted on three months. In the end, you both compromised and decided on two months. Just until the end of the year and then you’d quit whether you got the guy or not. 

“But what are we going to do?” you asked. 

“Maybe we don’t work out… No, that’s not interesting enough.” 

You stopped walking, making James stop as well. “The jumper curse!” 

“What?” 

“The jumper curse, it’s a perfect way to break up. You, James Potter, will make me a jumper and later I will break up with you. In front of everybody.” 

“But why a jumper? What curse?” 

“You’re so daft sometimes.” 

“Hey!” 

“It’s true.” 

“Less insulting and more telling me about this curse.” 

“It’s an old wives tale but it happens enough that people don’t really question its truth if it does happen. It’s when one person makes the other a jumper and pretty soon after they break up.” 

“Why though?” 

“A host of reasons. The person that got the sweater thinks it’s too intimate too quick into the relationship so they end it, or the person doesn’t appreciate the maker enough, or the maker spends too much time with the jumper and not enough with the receiver. There’s probably way more I’m forgetting.” 

“Hmmm, not a bad idea at all, bug. Let’s do it.” 

The two of you made a plan to reconvene before the end of the day when there was time and to finalize details of the elaborate skit.

(part 8)...

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scents | Sirius Black x Reader

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Word Count: 4.3 k Warnings: Smut, P in V, angst, clingy!Sirius, so. much. fluff Prompt: Inspired by the sense of smell, this fic tells the story of The Marauders' last New Year's Eve together, and the love shared back at home.

scents is part of The Five Senses: an anthology series where each chapter will be a stand alone story, inspired by the different ways we have of perceiving the world around us.

18+ readers only (smut under the cut)

December, 31st 1980

You placed a drop of your perfume over your wrist, you knew how much Sirius liked it when you wore it, but to be fair, the smell made you relish just as much as it made him. You used your fingers to spread some over your chest and neck, placing a little behind your ears as well. Then you grabbed your lipstick from your vanity and started to softly dab on your lips with it. 

You were getting ready for the New Year’s party with the Potters, Lily and James had arranged it for everyone. Remus would be there, Peter and Mary and Marlene too. 

Baby Harry was turning 5 months, and you were more than excited to see him again, with the war, you couldn’t afford visiting as often as you’d like, especially after you’d all become objectives for openly defying Voldemort and creating the Order of the Phoenix alongside Dumbledore. You all had targets on your back, so you had to be extra careful with your every move, but even then, even with all the pressure on your shoulders, you were eagerly anticipating seeing all your friends together again. 

Sirius came out of the bathroom wearing a burgundy shirt and a patterned vest, his long hair framing his clean-shaven face, looking as beautiful as ever. “You look ravishing,” he said as he saw you sitting in front of your mirror, then walking closer to you and leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, but he stopped there, relishing on the scent of your perfume. “And you’re wearing that perfume I like,” he said with a raised eyebrow, “intoxicating.”

He leaned into you and placed a soft kiss on your neck, you playfully and gently pushed him back before he started something neither of you’d be able to stop “We’re not going to arrive on time if you do that, Puppy.” 

He pouted and finally stood up straight, “We can always be fashionably late,” he said eccentrically, you gave him a reproaching look and he finally surrendered, allowing you to finish your make-up. 

Once you were done, you stood up, straightening your dress, a satin sheet, strategically sewn on the side and back that seamlessly draped over your body, loose and elegant all at the same time. You felt two strong arms hug you from behind, feeling Sirius’ velvet coat brush over your bare back. He leaned in, enjoying how the scent of your perfume had combined with your own by now. “Can’t we just stay here?,” he said as he hugged you even tighter “I want you all for myself.” 

You turned to him and planted a chaste kiss on his lips, using your thumb to wipe them after, since some of your lipstick had transferred over. He delighted in the feeling of your thumb brushing over his lips, and you almost went for another kiss when you saw the way his lustfully went back to their place, but you restrained yourself yet again, taking your brain away from Sirius and thinking of baby Harry and how much you wanted to play with him, lathering kisses on his soft checks rather than on Sirius’ lascivious lips. 

“We should go,” you told him, resting your hand on his shoulder with a smile. He nodded and the two of you apparated outside of the Potter Household. 

Godric Hollow was buzzing with activity when you arrived, children were playing on the snow, the faint scent of snowflakes still ringing in the air. The lights of the Christmas tree flickered joyously from the city square. The scent of gingerbread, cinnamon-spiced hot chocolate, and roasted chestnuts wafted from the cozy cafes and bakeries, in the area. As you walked with Sirius you decided to stop by one of them and purchase some gingerbread cookies for Harry, who you knew absolutely loved playing with the little gingerbread people before munching on them with his very small, barely coming out teeth. 

When you both arrived at the door, Sirius knocked, being received by Lily, looking beautiful and bright while wearing a royal blue gown. You gave her a tight hug the moment you saw her, not wanting to let go for a while, Sirius hugged her next. 

“Where is my beautiful godson?” You asked after. 

“In the living room, we brought his crib out, so he can be comfortable,” Lily responded. And so you rushed inside, with Sirius and Lily trailing behind, the scent of Christmas times enveloped you. The savoury smell of freshly baked goods, such as buttery mince pies and spiced cinnamon cookies, mingled with hints of mulled cider and aromatic pine from the adorned Christmas tree in the corner flled with stunning ornaments Lily had collected through the years. The one you and Sirius had bought for her as a gift a couple of weeks ago was already hanging from one of the the tall tree’s branches.

Harry was indeed there, and you ran towards him, and carried him “Hello, love!” You told him with a smile, “How’ve you been? Did you like all your Christmas presents?” Harry, being 5 months old, obviously did not reply, but he cooed happily as you pattered kisses all over his cheeks. 

“Hey James, How are you? –Oh, hey (Y/N), I’m great, long time no see,” James mocked from the bar that connected the kitchen with the living room "I've been demoted to second place by a pint-sized tyrant," he grumbled, his ego bruised after you went to greet Harry before you greeted him “And he can’t even respond to you!” 

You laughed and approached him, while still carrying Harry in your arms, giving him a right hug “Sorry James, the cutest boy gets greeting first,” you teased. 

He gave you a playfully offended look, as he turned to complain to Lily, but he spotted Sirius and the two of them pretty much ran to each other for a hug. 

“Love of my life you’re here!” James exclaimed dramatically. 

“Of course I am,” Sirius responded “I wouldn’t dream of depriving myself the opportunity to see you.” 

You turned to Lily and whispered with a mischievous grin on your face “Can you believe they chose to date us over each other?” 

“Hard to believe, I know,” she replied as the two of them walked together towards the sofa. The doorbell rang again and you walked with Lily to open it, Remus was at the door, carrying a carton box with a cake inside. He grinned when he saw the two and after putting down the cake on the foyer table, pulled both of you into a tight hug. There was another ring of the doorbell while he hugged and both Mary and Marlene appeared on the door. Mary with a bag filled with gifts for everyone, since she had been away on Christmas, and Marlene with a small stuffed, and pretty soft quaffle under her arm, yet another gift for Harry, who grabbed it the instant he saw it and started turning it around in his little hands. 

Once the greetings were over, you all walked back into the living room, and while James and Sirius greeted everyone, you went for the packet of gingerbread men you’d bought for Harry and started to play with him on the living room rug, hearing the peaceful crackling fire behind you. 

“Starshine,” you heard Sirius whine from behind “Can’t you leave little Harry alone and come pamper me instead?” You turned to him with a hand still placed on Harry’s back, he had his arms opened up for you “I’m sure Marlene’s dying to get to play with him too.” 

You raised an eyebrow, Sirius was awfully needy today, and you knew how he could get if you ignored him, even more, needy and whiny, so you turned to Marlene, she nodded and extend her hands for you to pass Harry over to her. You did, and as soon as he was out of your hands, Sirius grabbed for your arm and pulled you onto his lap. You giggled once you were comfortably sitting on him. 

Lily came from the kitchen a bit later with a tray filled with sausage rolls and some Yorkshire pudding. You attempted to stand up to help her but Sirius tightened his grip around your waist, pulling you closer to him “Please don’t go Love.” 

You turned to him and grabbed his head in between your arms, pulling him in for a short kiss. 

“Uhhh, Get a room!” You heard James say from the side of the couch. 

“As if you and Lily were any better,” Remus retorted. 

James's eyes flew open, brimming with surprise “Take that back Moony!” he asserted, his accusing finger aimed directly at the werewolf “We’re not like that! Are we love?” He asked turning to Lily, who was gracefully arranging the food on the center table. 

She giggled in response, “James when you’re clingy, you’re even worse than Sirius.” 

“I’m not that bad…” you heard Sirius grumble from behind, feeling his hot breath on your back.

“In fact,” continued Lily, “When we started dating, you literally wouldn’t let me walk anywhere by myself. And you always had to have some sort of contact with me, be it holding hands, hugging me, wrapping your arms around my shoulders, grabbing my–“

“-OK!” James interrupted “I get it, I get it, I can be very clingy too.” 

“But they don’t even know how good you smell,” Sirius mumbled from behind again. 

The doorbell rang one last time and James went to get it, coming back with Peter, holding a box filled with cupcakes his mom had prepared. You used your want to levitate one of the sausage rolls towards your hands and gave it a bit, moaning at the flavour and letting your head fall over Sirius’ shoulder, holding the snack towards Sirius’ mouth who ate the rest. 

“These are absolutely exquisite,” You said to Lily, who was sitting on an armchair next to Mary. 

“James made them, actually,” she responded. 

You rose your eyebrows in surprise “Didn’t know he could cook.” 

“Hey!” James said shoving you gently with his arm “I’m gonna start counting your strikes.” You shrugged and pulled your tongue out. “That’s it, you’re banned from eating any more sausage rolls.” 

“James,” Lily reproached.

“Fine then, not banned but still, Sirius tell your girl to behave.” 

Sirius rose his eyebrows towards James “You expect her to listen to me, or what? She’s not a dog!” 

“Right, we all know who is the dog in the relationship,” teased Remus, which only earned him a scornful look from Sirius. 

“Can we eat?” Asked Peter from his own armchair “I’m kind of starving, Mom didn’t let me have anything from the things she made.” 

“We should, shouldn’t we?” James said and stood up, with a swish of his wand a bunch of plates came from the kitchen and started accommodating themselves carefully on the table. “I’ll go get the Roast Beef,” he stood up and turned to his wife “Lily, Love, would you mind helping me with the mashed potatoes?” She nodded and the two of them left for the kitchen. 

“Come on,” You nudged Sirius, “Let’s get some food in our stomachs.” 

She took one more sniff of you and nodded, loosening his grip and allowing you to stand up. As you walked towards the kitchen Remus approached your boyfriend. Sirius was still staring at you “Mate, I know you love her, but please stop undressing her with your stare, she’s gonna catch a cold.” 

“But she’s so pretty Moony!” Sirius whined “I just want to be beside her all the time. I always do, but when she smells so heavenly, like today, it’s like I can’t–“ 

Remus placed a hand over his shoulder, “Enjoy the dinner mate, you’ll have her all for yourself when you get back home.” 

“Right, I really do feel sometimes I’m more dog than man.” 

Remus chuckled at that and walked with Sirius to the table. He sat on the chair beside yours, as you poured some champagne over your glasses placing his hand over your leg, to keep some kind of contact between the two.

“Friends, as we bid farewell to another year and welcome the promising embrace of a fresh one, I stand before you tonight with a heart full of gratitude and hope. This particular New Year's Eve holds an extraordinary significance for me, as I find myself in the joyous role of a husband and a father. I had the privilege of marrying the love go my life, Lily, and with her, we created a little bundle of mischief named Harry,” he pointed at them “We did that!” He said with a very excited smile. 

“Tonight, as we raise our glasses to toast the arrival of a new year, let us also take a moment to reflect on the power of love and family” he then turned to look at us “Sirius, Remus, Peter, thank you for always being there, for helping us protect our beautiful boy, and the future world he’ll be a part of, Hopefully, a better one. (Y/N), Marlene, Mary, I could not ask for better friends, no–“ he corrected “–I couldn’t have asked for a better family. 

“In a time when darkness may try to cast its shadow, we have the power to ignite the flames of hope, compassion, and unity. Life is a fleeting thing, we’ve lost so many friends the past year, let us cherish the simple joys, the laughter shared, and the bonds that deepen with each passing day. So… as we embark on this new year, hand in hand, let us embrace the future with courage, determination, and mischief. Together, we will make it a year filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities!" 

Finally, he raised his cup “To all of you, dear friends, I raise my glass and say, Cheers to a new year of joy, love, and endless possibilities!" 

You all cheered and chimed your cups together, enjoying the dinner as you chatted. It felt like being back in school, everyone was there, and everyone was happy. Laughter filled the Potter’s house like it hadn’t done in a while, and for a whisper in time, everyone was happy.

When you were done you moved back to the sofa, Sirius walked towards James’ records and sat down, trying to pick one of them to play. You crouched next to him “A day at the races,” you told him, nodding a the black record with the swan and the lions. He raised an eyebrow, you instantly knew he was asking if you were sure and nodded. 

He shrugged and fetched it from the shelf, standing up to put it on the record player. Tie your mother down started to play and you smiled with the first sound of the guitar. Sirius walked over to you and offered you his hand, he wanted to dance, you grabbed it and decided to humour him, saying your hips at the rhythm of the song. James and Lily stood up and started to dance as well, Harry has already fallen asleep and was soundly laying in his crib. 

Soon Mary stood up and pulled Marlene and Remus into the dance floor, Peter stood up shortly after and everyone was dancing on your improvised dance floor. Then the next song came, Freddie’s voice filling the room along with the background choir. You closed the gap between you and Sirius and placed your hands over his shoulders, and leaned in to whisper the lyrics to him, singing along the recorder “You’ve captured my love, stolen my heart, changed my life.” 

Now he whispered into your ears “Every time you make a move, you destroy my mind, And the way you touch, I shiver deep inside and...” 

The two of you pulled back and stared at each other with absolute adoration “You take my breath away,” you both murmured. You blushed and leaned back into his neck to hide your blush, so many years together and he still made you blush like a teenager. 

“It’s time,” said Lily, taking little Harry from the crib and walking outside with everyone behind them. You heard the first chime from the church’s bell, and you smiled. When the twelfth chime came, you all raised your wands, letting sparks fly up into the sky, they looked like fireworks. James’ had drawn his and Lily’s initials inside a heart. Remus’ exploded in thousands of tiny little sparkles, yours was a star, mirroring Sirius. 

“Starshine,” he said looking at the sky with a smile, you pulled his face towards you and finally gave him the kiss you’d been wanting to give him since you saw him come out of the closet. 

You stayed at the party for a couple more hours drinking some wine and spending some quality time with your friends. Mary told you about the trip she’d done for Christmas, Remus about his plans to become a teacher one day, and you talked and talked until everyone was happy. At around 3, Harry started to cry and Lily excused herself to go check on him, you took the moment to signal to Sirius, who was still talking with James and Remus that it was time to go home. You bid your goodbyes to everyone and walked outside the house, grabbing his hands before apparating back into your shared apartment. 

The moment you stepped inside, Sirius hugged you from behind, burrowing his head in your neck "I’ve been waiting for this moment all night," he mumbled.

"Have you? I thought you were having fun with the love of your life," you teased. 

"I wanted to have you all for myself," he responded, his head still borrowed in your neck "and even if James was the love of my life, you would be my life itself."

You blushed, turning around to face him "Sirius, my love, what’s got you so clingy?" 

"I want to spend every moment of my life with my best girl," he said placing a kiss on your cheek "I don’t want to be away from you," another kiss "All I want is for moments like this to last forever,” another kiss, he was now in your neck "is it too much to ask the universe to grant?"

You grabbed his head, turning it towards yours, so you could stare into his eyes, the prettiest eyes in the world "It is not my love, what you ask, will be granted," you reassured, and brought your lips together. 

It started soft, but Sirius’ hunger got in the way, deepening the kiss. You followed along his lead, Sirius had been dying to have you all night, and you’d been dying to take off his coat the moment he showed up with it. You urgently helped him take his jacket off, discarding it somewhere on the floor and moved to unbutton his vest. He stopped kissing you just to give you a teasing grin "And here I thought I was the only needy one."

You ignored his remark and brought his lips back to yours, soft, lustful lips, you wanted to drown in them. Sirius pulled you from the floor and you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling a familiar hardness in his pants. Now you stopped the kiss to tease him "but all we’ve done is kiss."

He grabbed your chin, forcing your face to the side to gain access to your neck “I’ve been waiting for this moment since I smelled you putting on your sexy little perfume from the bathroom," he said in between kisses. With you still wrapped around his torso he apparated the two of you back in your room, gently dropping you on the bed. You sat back and helped him unbutton his shirt, and when you did, he pushed you back down on the bed, extending your right arm and kissing your wrist "You know how crazy this perfume makes me for you," he kissed the inside of your forearm now, relishing on the smell of sweat and perfume and you. "And you decided to torture me,” more kisses, each time moving further up you arm, his long hair tickling your skin every time he moved "all." kiss "night," another kiss "long." Finally he moved from your shoulder to your neck, placing wet kisses all over you. "How would you feel I did the same to you?"

"I’m sorry," you said, breath sharp, Sirius’ kisses were something else entirely "I just wanted you to want me tonight." 

He chuckled as he placed a few kisses on your chest "Love, I want you every night."

As he kissed you again and again, he placed his hand on one of your thighs, causing the dress to ride up along with his ever-sliding hand, as he continued to kiss, He squeezed and played with your leg until you buckled your hips, a clear signal you wanted more. He grinned, he loved the effect he had on you, as much as you loved the effect you had on him. His bulge only ever growing larger. 

"Help me with this love, please," he said as he pushed the dress up your tights and all the way to your stomach, you arched your back and allowed him to handle you around until he managed to completely lift it off of you, discarding it somewhere on the floor near the bed. As the cool air hit your torso you took in a sharp breath, Sirius, on the other hand, was more than enjoying the view, as he got to see how your nipples perked, just for him. With one hand on your waist, and the other one on your breast, he went back to kissing, trailing down all the way to your free nipple and nibbling on it, he was enjoying himself. 

You buckled your hips against his again, "Please Sirius!" You pleaded.

He gave you that smirk of his again and finally moved the hand on your breast down again, using it to pull your underwear down and spread your legs lightly, sliding a finger through your slit "fuck!" he whispered as he realized how wet you were "you might actually be just as needy as me."

You wanted to laugh, but he quickly found your clit, and the first touch made you gasp. He grinned and started making circular motions with his finger. "Bloody hell, Sirius!" You said as you buckled your hips towards his hand. He used his other hand to hold your hips down. 

"Let me do the work love," he said as he continued playing with your clit. Eventually, he slid one of his fingers inside you and slowly started taking it in and out. "Good girl!" he praised "so ready for me already."

"Come on Puppy, I want you…" you managed to say in between sharp breaths. 

"I can smell you do," he responded and took his finger out of you, you quickly brought your arms towards his pants and helped him finally unbutton them. Bringing his trousers down, finally letting his cock free. It was throbbing and you went straight for it, tightening your hand around it and moving it up and down a couple of times, you moved your hand up and used your thumb to play with the nib, "fuck!” He cursed and allowed his head to fall on your shoulder "You’re gonna be the death of me."

You smiled and pulled on his hair lightly to have him look at you instead, flushed and breaking apart for him. Lending upwards to give him a kiss. Still strocking his cock. 

"Come on Puppy,” you said, "you’re more than ready."

He nodded and guided his hips towards you, your hand still on his cock to guide him to your slit. And he slowly slid in, waiting for a couple of seconds before he started moving. A tiny little moan left your lips and it only fuelled him even more, he started moving faster. But then he stopped "fuck!"

"What’s wrong Puppy?" You asked, concerned. 

"I’m just s- so close, but I- I want you to come first," he stuttered. 

You smiled "Don’t worry about me Puppy," you said, softly placing a hand on his head, pulling back some of his hair behind his ears "Do your thing."

He shook his head feverishly, and planted a small kiss on your neck "I want to see you come first." He said as he brought his hand down in between the two of you, playing with your clit as he resumed his thrusts, which had you panting and moaning, you then started bucking your hips towards his. He brought you over the edge with so much ease. You placed your hands on his shoulder to help yourself with the momentum and he relished in the way you dig your nails onto him. There was something so animal with that particular gesture that made him go absolutely deranged. 

"Puppy, I think I’m gonna-"

"Go ahead," he told you "come for me Starshine." Your head leaned back, your eyes closed tightly as your orgasm washed over you, the way your walls clenched around him had him push you even further, ridding you all the way out of your high. Even after you were back down he continued, pushing himself in and out of you. 

When you got your senses back you brought Sirius down, closer to you and started kissing his neck, right the way he liked it, and after just a few more thrusts, you felt the familiar warmth wash over you. He continued ridding you until he couldn’t and he slowly slid his cock out, Allowing himself fall on top of you, his head on your chest, his weight pushing you into the bed, making you feel giddy with joy, there was nothing like having Sirius cuddle you after making love. You started playing with his hair, and rubbing his back with your free hand, you loved being able to feel his soft skin as you slid your hand up and down "So? Was it worth the wait?"

You felt him smile against your chest "You have to put on that bloody perfume of yours more often," he said placing a soft kiss on your skin. 

A/N: this is my first ever smut piece, I probably have no clue what I’m doing, hence I’m making The Five Senses as a way to practice writing smut for my upcoming Wolfstar x Reader series. If you have feedback, please leve it in the comment below.

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i think you make me a maniac kink- angry sex (number 30 on the event chart) prompt- 'you want gentle? wrong fucking address.' (number 28 on the event chart) request by anon. sirius black x reader.

take another drag; kink- choking (number 12 on the event chart) prompt- n/a dealer!sirius black x reader

keep your body open, kink- breeding (number 6 on the event chart) prompt- 'let me cum in you. please, let me fuck my babies in you.' (number 7 on the event chart) request by anon. harry potter x reader

art deco kink- edging (number 5 on the event chart) prompt- 'keep your hands where they are. or do i need to tie them up?' (number 16 on the event chart) request by anon. sirius black x reader

slow down; kink- overstimulation (number 4 on the event chart) prompt - 'sorry what was that? i can't hear you over all the noises your pretty mouth is making.' (number 8 on the event chart) request by @eternallybipanicking rockstar!sirius black x reader.

too many nights; kink- toys (number 16 on the event chart) prompt- ' love it when you act all controlling like that knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me.' (number 17 on the event chart) request by anon. james potter x reader.

the hills; kink- phone sex (number 32 on the event chart) prompt- use your words (number 12 on the event chart) request by anon. rockstar!sirius black x reader.

mount everest; kink- knifeplay (number 11 on the event chart) prompt- n/a dark!sirius black x reader

new romantics; kink- praise (number 8 on the event chart) prompt- 'you're so fucking hot.' (number 25 on the event chart) remus lupin x reader

oxytocin (series) prologue chapter one; wanna see what you can take chapter two; if you find it hard to swallow, i can loosen up your collar kinks- dubcon, bondage, corruption kink, breeding, oral, degradation. prompts- dark themes, religious imagery. (a few kinks and prompts haven't been listed on the event chart.) dark!sirius black x virgin!reader

love's full of fire kink- dacryphilia (number 3 on the event chart) prompt- n/a sirius black x reader

fall from grace; kink- voyeurism (number 2 on the event chart) prompt- n/a groupie!sirius black x rockstar!reader

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[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER TEN (see full series list here)

1993

"Now, the mean temperature on Venus is four-hundred and sixty-two degrees celsius, making it hotter than Mercury, despite it being further from the Sun. Can anyone tell me why?"

Your third-years look around the room at each other uncertainly. You have them sitting down at desks as you teach some theory to them.

"Is it just...'cause it is?" Ron guesses, and Harry snorts beside him, earning a dirty look off Ron.

"A perfectly vague answer, Mr Weasley," you reply. "You should consider becoming a politician."

You glance expectedly at Hermione, who has fallen asleep, head held up by her right hand. Lavender Brown pokes her and Hermione wakes with a start, blurting out, "G — greenhouse effect!"

You nod, turning back to your whiteboard. "Yes...the greenhouse effect. There's an incredibly high concentration of carbon dioxide in Venus' atmosphere, which produces the greenhouse effect. All the heat gets trapped in the atmosphere, like a blanket, and makes it unbearably hot." You glance back at Hermione again, adding, "Ms Granger, please see me after class."

You continue on and later, when the class ends and the last of the students are filtering out, Hermione approaches your desk nervously.

"Professor, please, I didn't mean to fall asleep! Please don't be angry I didn't — "

"Hermione," you say gently, gesturing to the seat in front of your desk. "Sit, please. I'm not angry with you at all, relax."

Hermione relaxes slightly, taking the seat in front of you.

"How many classes are you taking, Hermione?"

She bites her lip. "Thirteen, Professor."

You're quite taken aback at this. "Thirteen?"

"Y — yes, Professor."

You sigh. "Hermione, your workload is far too much for a young girl to handle. Far too much for anyone to handle! It's not good for you — how are you even getting to all these classes on time?"

"My — um, my timetable was fixed by Professor McGonagall..."

You shake your head. "Please, Hermione. All this is clearly taking a toll on your health. Why, the last essay you turned into me was about Arithmancy."

Hermione's eyes go wide. "Oh, no! That means I gave Professor Vector my Astronomy one, oh my goodness — she's going to be so mad with me."

"I'll talk to her," you say reassuringly. "For now, Hermione, I want to see you go straight back to your dorm and sleep. And you are not to attend your next Astronomy class."

"But, Professor — "

"Hermione," you say sternly. "I don't want to see you in my next class. You won't miss anything important, I promise. I want you to use that time to rest, please. Now, straight to bed with you."

"Professor..."

"Goodnight, Ms Granger," you say and she reluctantly stands. "And if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to tell me. Anything at all. I'd be happy to help."

Hermione gives you a small, tired smile. "Thank you, Professor."

"Goodnight."

✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

On a Saturday, when most of the students have gone to Hogsmeade, you sit in Remus' office, drinking tea and snacking on a few cupcakes Bitsy made you.

"How's the potion treating you?" You ask casually, taking a bite out of another sweet cupcake.

Remus grimaces, eyeing the empty goblet on the corner of his desk. "It's rancid. But it works, so I shan't complain."

"What's even in it?"

"Well, Wolfsbane, of course..moonseed, dittany — "

You gag. "Gross."

He hums. "Exactly."

"Lupin! I want a word!" Comes the voice of Snape from Remus' fireplace suddenly, along with his angry face. "And bring her with you!"

You glance at Remus in confusion and he just shrugs, before you both step into the fireplace and clamber out of the other end in Snape's office. You brush ash off your jumper, scowling at Snape and then noticing Harry.

"You called, Severus?" Remus says mildly.

"I certainly did," Snape says, face contorted in fury as he returns to his desk. "I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was carrying this."

He points at a piece of parchment in front of him, laid flat on the desk. Inked upon it, were four sentences:

Mr Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.

Mr Prongs agrees with Mr Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.

Mr Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a Professor.

Mr Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

Well, fuck.

You do your best not to laugh and keep your expression as blank as possible. Those boys, no matter what, will always find a way to send Snape an 'up yours' in some shape or form.

"Well?" says Snape, scowling.

You stare at the parchment, mind running. "This seems to be a very...childish slip of parchment."

"Childish?" Snape repeats. "This parchment is plainly full of Dark Magic. This is supposed to be your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you imagine Potter got such a thing?"

Remus sends you the tiniest, near-imperceptible glance and you look straight ahead, boring holes into the parchment.

"Full of Dark Magic?" he says mildly. "Do you really think so, Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that insults anybody who tries to read it. Childish, but surely not dangerous? I imagine Harry got it from a joke-shop — "

"Indeed?" Snape's jaw is rigid with anger. "You don't think a joke-shop could supply him with such a thing? You don't think it more likely that he got it directly from the manufacturers?"

You cough lightly. "Hardly. Harry, surely you wouldn't be too keen to take something from someone named Wormtail, would you?"

"No," Harry says quickly.

"You see, Severus?" says Remus. "It looks like a Zonko's product to me — "

As if he was waiting for his moment outside the door the entire time, Ron Weasley bursts through Snape's door, red-faced and breathless.

"I — gave — Harry — that — stuff," he wheezes. "Bought — it — in — Zonko's — ages — ago..."

"Well!" Remus says cheerfully, clapping his hands together and giving you a happy grin. "That seems to clear that up! Severus, I'll take this back, shall I?" He grabs the map, folding it up and tucking it inside his robes. "Harry, Ron, come with me. I need a word about my vampire essay."

"Oh, I also need to discuss your star charts!" You blurt out, smiling at the two young boys.

"Excuse us, Severus," Remus says, and the four of you leave the office and walk in silence all the way back into the Entrance Hall before speaking.

Harry glances nervously between the two of you, starting, "I — "

"I don't want to hear explanations," Remus says shortly. He glances around the empty Entrance Hall, lowering his voice. "I happen to know that this map was confiscated by Mr Filch many years ago. Yes, I know it's a map," he says, and you take in Harry and Ron's amazed faces.

"I don't want to know how it fell into your possession," he continues. "I am, however, astounded that you didn't hand it in. Particularly after what happened the last time a student left information about the castle lying around. And I can't let you have it back, Harry."

"Why did Snape think I'd got it from the manufacturers?" Harry questions.

Remus hesitates. "Because — um..."

"They're a bunch of gits who'd have loved to put you in danger," you finish.

Remus frowns at you and you shrug.

"Do you know them?" Harry says, seeming impressed.

"We've met," Remus tells him curtly. He's got that extremely serious Remus expression on his face that he used to get during exam season, when he'd act like he wanted to study but really he didn't.

"Don't expect us to cover for you again, Harry," he says sternly. "I cannot make you take Sirius Black seriously."

If it wasn't for his grave tone, you would laugh at that.

"But I would have thought that what you have heard when the Dementors draw near you would have had more of an effect on you. Your parents gave their lives to keep you alive, Harry. A poor way to repay them — gambling their sacrifice for a bag of magic tricks."

You're surprised at his last words, but can barely comment on them because he's spun on his heel and headed in the opposite direction. You catch up to him as he enters his office, throwing the map down on his desk with a sigh.

"Jeez, Moony, that was a bit harsh," you mutter and he nods grimly.

"I know, I know...but it's the only way to make him realise the severity of this situation."

You stare idly at the folded parchment on his desk. "So, what, Harry nicked the map from Filch's?"

"I suppose so," Remus answers. "We are lucky to have caught it."

"And, Merlin, that charm...Snape looked like he wanted to rip your head off."

"I'm aware. I...I don't remember writing that," he says abashedly.

You chuckle. "It was brilliant. Absolutely bloody brilliant."

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

It's not long before the Quidditch Cup Final arrives, and the tensions are high in the castle between Gryffindor and Slytherin. There's been more than one occasion where you've had to break up scraps between students, deducting a few points from each house.

The match falls on a beautifully sunny day and you sit in the stands, watching the Gryffindor team elatedly dance around in celebration, hoisting the Cup into the air enthusiastically. They're all smiles and happy faces and it warms your heart to see.

It reminds you of the time Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup during your sixth year at Hogwarts.

♡*⁠。♡*⁠。

You clutch the megaphone in your hand tightly, leaning forward to watch the match.

1997

"GRYFFINDOR'S RYDER IN POSSESSION AND SHE'S GONE!" you cry. "SHE'S BOMBED THROUGH THE AIR AND OH, HERE COMES LEVINSON FOR THE CHALLENGE...PASS TO BURNS, BURNS SHOOTS...SCORE! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor side of the stands erupts into cheers and Burns grins proudly. You spot James Potter ambling around the air on his broomstick, his eyes dancing around the pitch in search of the Golden Snitch. Slytherin's Seeker, Regulus Black, is watching James closely, waiting for any slight movement to indicate that he's seen it.

"SLYTHERIN IN POSSESSION AND IT'S MALFOY..." you gag dramatically, earning a glare from Professor McGonagall beside you. "MALFOY PASSES TO LEVINSON...LEVINSON TO PHILLIPS, PHILLIPS JUST BARELY DODGES A WELL-PLACED BLUDGER FROM GRYFFINDOR'S BLACK...he's quite handsome too — "

"Focus on the game!"

"Right, yeah — got it, Professor!" you grin at her and she sighs. You glance down at Sirius, who sends a wink in your direction and you blow a kiss back.

Then, movement on the side of the pitch catches your eye: Slytherin Captain, Lynx Phillips, has just punched Gryffindor Captain, Ryan Carr, who launches his Beater's Bat right back at him, clocking him in the jaw. Madam Hooch blows her whistle furiously and zooms over to them, an enraged look on her face.

"PENALTY, PROFESSOR! THAT'S A PENALTY RIGHT THERE!"

"Penalty to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Beater! Penalty to Slytherin for an attack on their chaser!"

Ryder flies up to the Slytherin goal to take a shot.

"COME ON, RINA...YES! SHE SCORES! TWENTY-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Next, Levinson comes to take the Slytherin penalty, scowling at Gryffindor's Keeper, Fleming.

"FLEMING'LL SAVE THIS ONE, NO DOUBT...WELL, OKAY, MALFOY CLEARLY SABOTAGED THAT ONE. TWENTY-TEN TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Time passes, scores ticking up on both sides. Everyone is on the edge of their seats, waiting in anticipation for each blow.

"HERE GOES PHILLIPS WITH THE QUAFFLE...HIT BY GRYFFINDOR BEATER SIRIUS BLACK ONCE AGAIN! YAXLEY DROPS THE QUAFFLE AND IT'S INTERCEPTED BY RYDER AND SHE'S GONE — WAIT, WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GO? I'M AFTER LOSING HER — AND SHE SCORES! ONE-HUNDRED- EIGHTY TO GRYFFINDOR!"

"Language!"

"YEAH, SORRY, PROFESSOR...BUT IT LOOKS LIKE GRYFFINDOR SEEKER, JAMES POTTER, HAS SPOTTED THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN'S BLACK IS TRAILING CLOSE BEHIND..."

James bolts through the air, heading towards the Gryffindor goals where he's spotted the Snitch. Regulus is barely an inch behind him, hot in his heels.

"FASTER, JAMES, HE'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

Finally, James is upon the Snitch and he clasps it in his right hand and raises it triumphantly. The crowd explodes. Gryffindor flags are waved like mad and McGonagall cheers excitedly beside you.

"WOO! JAMES POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, ENDING THE GAME TWO-HUNDRED AND FIFTY TO NINETY AND WINNING GRYFFINDOR THE QUIDDITCH CUP!"

The Gryffindors collide with each other mid-air, and you watch as Sirius and James throw their arms around each other, landing quickly and jumping up and down elatedly. You quickly drop the megaphone, jumping out of your seat and running down the stairs towards the pitch. You sprint out along with all the other Gryffindor supporters.

Everyone is cheering and shouting in the middle of the pitch and you stop just beside Sirius. He notices you and beams, his handsome face lighting up, and he detangles himself from James to throw his arms around you. You kiss him and he lifts you up to spin you around, making you giggle in delight. Eventually he sets you down.

"You were brilliant!" You exclaim. "You did so well, Siri — "

He kisses you again, and you can feel him smile against your lips. You pull away and grin at each other, before finally you let go of him and hug James.

"Not too bad, Potter!" You say with a laugh, ruffling his hair good-naturedly.

"We won the Cup!" He shouts happily, unable to quench the huge grin stretching his face.

"We won the Cup!" You repeat, grinning just as enthusiastically back at him.

You hug everyone in sight, giving Remus, Peter, Alice, and Lily especially tight ones and by the end of it you're bouncing on your toes in happiness.

It can't get any better than this, can it?

♡*⁠。♡*⁠。

Exam season starts and there's a hush around the castle. You watch as your third-years filter into the Astronomy Tower looking especially nervous. Hermione Granger has her eyes closed and is reciting the names of Saturn's moons to herself — somehow managing to remember all one-hundred and forty-six. You're amazed at that really, but feel bad because she only needed to know one.

"Okay, everyone. Please take a seat and start filling out the papers in front of you. There's four questions on it. When you've finished, go to a telescope and I'll give you three constellations to chart. Best of luck everyone!"

The students sit down at the desks, and start filling out the papers in front of them. After a minute, Ron Weasley is already scratching his head at the first question; Hermione Granger has already managed to reach the end of the parchment; and Harry Potter is just blankly staring at it.

Later, Hermione springs out of her chair and you ask her for three constellations, which she charts very neatly and accurately.

It's not long before their time is up and they all leave the Tower, and you're stuck with a stack of parchment to work through.

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

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[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 3

chapter 5:

1. oooooo reg did the katniss thing with the dagger throwing and mock bow!! great start!

2. GOD the pain in this fic jfc. like, sirius knowing that he killed everyone in that arena for reg, in reg’s name. that fucking HURTS

3. GOD james just knows/thinks he’s gonna die, and is preparing for every moment with sirius to be his last

4. jfc james has always been like this. keeps reg’s hat in his drawer still. ten years later.

5. christ, okay, so he HAS always had a crush on regulus

6. OH and reg has always had a crush on james. this is wonderful news!!

7. awwww wolfstar is adorable. their awkward and blunt flirting is so them 😭😭

8. james rambling to remus for an hour just for funsies >>>>>>>>>

9. god i love that sirius and pandora acknowledge their privileges

10. LILY AND REMUS WERE BESTIES JUST LIKE THE GOOD LORD INTENDED

11. okay, god, just the humane treatment of remus by sirius should not have made my cry like it did. and the fact that remus is forcing himself to be comfortable around sirius is something that just completely and utterly destroys me

chapter 6:

1. god, this wolfstar is both slowburn and love at first sight

2. 🤢 rita skeeter

3. CHRIST regulus thinks no one loves him, but that is far from true

4. reg can cry on demand, and boy am i jealous of that ability

5. “James, on the other hand, looks like a spooked deer.” yes, yes, good. animagus reference

6. their constellation capes >>>>>>>>

7. DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE DORLENE

8. possessive remus should not be this hot

#lily mention!!!!! #marauders #fanfic #regulus black #ao3 #james potter #jegulus #crimson rivers #remus x sirius #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #dorlene

[dramioneasks]

Novel Length Fics (> 200,000 words) (Part 8)

Title: Unsinkable Author: Gingersoup  Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 250,812 Summary: After a fight gone wrong in the Department of Mysteries, sworn enemies Draco and Hermione are thrown into a mysterious pensive-like portal and come out the other side onto the RMS Titanic. In a race against time and without their wands, the unlikely duo will have to fight against the binds of their new identities as well as their animosity toward each other in order to survive.

Title: Anchor and Rose. Author: sixth_senses Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 38 Word Count: 200,220 Summary: "Is it really a good idea to run away from war with the person you despise the most?"A hotel, A boathouse, Narcissa Malfoy's safe-house, and the world's most powerful wand left behind by Regulus Black. What else could Hermione add to the list to make her absolutely insane?Ah yes, Draco fucking Malfoy.ALSO AVAILABLE ON MY WATTPAD (sixth_senses)

Title: selfxconclusion Author: spicyxpisces Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 424,687 Summary: One year after the death of her husband, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger is trying to navigate her way through her loss. While trying to discover who she is without her husband, her friends move through their own forms of grief within their relationships.

Title: The Stars Above Us Author: embersofapril Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, Angst Chapters: 40 Word Count: 200,988 Summary: He remains silent at first, clearly unsure of what to say next. The temperature feels hot, he thinks, especially for the dungeon's standards. He feels as if he can see the air particles between them, perhaps even count how many separate them from one another.It feels odd for him to be alone with Granger in the potions lab after all this time.He catches the faint scent of strawberries and honey, reminding him to order the ingredients for his lesson on Amortentia for his NEWT classes next week.-A slow-burn, flashback-filled dramione fanfiction with a side of wolfstar.

Title: A Game of High Stakes Author: in_dreams Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 51 Word Count: 263,110 Summary: In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

Title: Who We Are Now Author: LiloLilyAnn Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 60 Word Count: 398,717 Summary: She lived through the war, but did she actually survive it? She didn't recognize the girl who looked back at her in the mirror, sunken eyes and protruding ribs, covered in scars. This wasn’t Hermione Granger. She died alongside Lavender, Fred, Sirius, Remus... Her name wasn’t up on any walls in memoriam, but she felt like a casualty nonetheless.*****When Hermione can't seem to get past the trauma of the war and all that happened to her, she's convinced to get help for her mental health issues. Unfortunately, the Wizarding World has none... yet.

Title: Redemption/Atonement Author: LordoftheManor Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Angst, Drama Chapters: 75 Word Count: 448,946 Summary: Draco Malfoy has had a crush on Granger for years. When Blaise tells him he's heard Granger has a crush on him--Draco decides to seize the opportunity. The only problem is, Granger wants to keep things quiet. Oh and he's a Death Eater working for Lord Voldemort. Hermione Granger has been secretly pining after Draco for years, telling no one. When he suddenly confronts her after class her world turns upside down. This is a 7th year fic as if Dumbledore hadn’t been killed and Voldemort hadn’t taken over the ministry yet. Draco redemption arc. This will cover books 6 & 7.Really just an excuse to write smut about a curly haired witch and her platinum haired beau. There will be dark themes, I’ll try not to stray too far from the books with that though. Explicit sexual content.

Title: A Dangerous Collection Author: Lia_Redrose Rating: E Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 34 Word Count: 208,277 Summary: Eight years after Voldemort's defeat, Draco Malfoy has left England for good. He has become a potioneer and works in a Potion Shop in Florence. He thinks he has done with the past, until one day a famous girl with messy curls and curious eyes storms inside and asks for a cure.The words and the newborn smile died as the woman turned to face him. Her mouth opened and her facial features became confused and astonished. “Malfoy?” There were surely some deities - three at least - that hated him and conjured for that to happen, because there was no other explanation to what was happening to him. It was a catastrophe. A catastrophe Draco couldn’t escape unless he bolted out of the shop to never come back again, which was something he couldn’t do. That’s why he cleared his throat and proceeded to greet his customer with a simple and clear “Granger.”

Title: Redemption Author: gnrkrystle  Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 45 Word Count: 237,960 Summary: As an Unspeakable, Hermione has been tasked with a very complicated case. All the Marked Death Eaters in Azkaban are falling ill - Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott the worst among them. She has to find out why and cure them.

Title: Finding Hermione Author: ebookdragon Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 51 Word Count: 217,753 Summary: Fifteen years after the end of the Second Wizarding War, former Hogwarts' students are sending their own children off to school for the first time. As the train leaves, Hermione makes a startling discovery about her husband and the secret life he's been living. Draco witnesses Hermione's world shatter and comes to her rescue, helping her pick up the pieces and find herself again.

Title: The Education of a Lady Author: thewanderers'wanderingdaughter  Rating: M Genre(s): Drama, Horror Chapters: 34 Word Count: 365,605 Summary: Fourth and final (for real this time) part in the His Little Bird series. The story of survival, betrayal, and tragedy. A monster took everything from her. Now she's expected to be a willing participant in the world he's built for them. They want her to become one of them. She only wants vengeance, and now that she has her power back, she can make that a reality.

Title: Snow Angel Author: SunflowersXx Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 31 Word Count: 353,142 Summary: ‘To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves’- Federico Garcia Lorca. Hermione hated secrets, she hated the idea that their lives were already decided in the stars; but mostly, she hated that she had to break Draco Malfoy’s heart.Draco didn’t think he would ever know what love felt like, he didn’t think he would find it in the sun, in whiskey and in that one curl. He certainly didn’t think he would loose it just as he had it in his grasp.

Title: The Hardest of Hearts Author: WillowingScribe1709 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Humour Chapters: 34 Word Count: 219,508 Summary: Hermione, driven to become Minister of Magic, reluctantly joins a matchmaking agency, only to discover Draco Malfoy as her top match.Initially scoffing at the idea of marrying her old nemesis, Hermione is forced to reconsider when their paths intertwine, unraveling not just their past but also new layers of deceit. Among these Draco's connection to the Seven Devils, a group wrapped in secrecy and rumoured to have been founded by his father, Lucius.What starts out as a simple match of convenience soon blossoms into a profound connection that catches Hermione completely off guard. With a menacing new threat casting a shadow over their future, their growing bond becomes the crux upon which destiny hinges.---------“It’s not that simple,” he said, and his eyes flashed with something dark that curled around her airways and choked the breath out of her. “Even if we never consummate our marriage, I need to know that I can touch you in public without you flinching. That you can touch me in return without looking green in the face.”“Of course I can,” she said with more bravado than she felt.“Is that so?” Malfoy asked, more darkness swirling in his eyes. “Care to demonstrate?”

#Length: 200k or more #favourite fics #classic fics #novel length #dramione

[moonytoast-x]

my lovely collection of fanfic recs summarized by yours truly <3

✨all the young dudes✨: canon, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/10057010/chapters/22409387

dress up in you: muggle au, remus is a hot bassist and sirius is so gay for him, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/13990401/chapters/32213229

atyd sirius pov: self explanatory (complete work) https://archiveofourown.org/works/34577035

text talk: muggle au, text fic, remus has chronic illness and sirius texted the wrong number, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/1651109/chapters/3501239

you wouldn't like me: muggle au, trans sirius, wolfstar, set in like 2005, very vibes, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/45502642/chapters/11449071

blends: coffee shop au wolfstar <3 (complete work) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7869079/chapters/17970910

on another ocean: wolfstar goes on a trip across europe together and has incredible sexual tension, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/39128118/chapters/117226243#workskin

choices: jegulus/jegulily, mostly canon compliant, takes place during hogwarts years all through the war (REALLY FUCKING SAD WATCH OUT), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/30170643/chapters/74332617

tigerlily and wolfsbane: lily pov of hogwarts years https://archiveofourown.org/works/33079969/chapters/82118059

wading in waist high waters: gbbo au wolfstar, sexual tension, sirius used to be in a boyband, remus is a welsh nerd (I love him), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/36896740/chapters/92052442

dear your holiness: remus is a priest and a bassist and sirius is incredibly gay and also confused, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/35105491/chapters/87450694

the hand that feeds: canon compliant dorlene (be prepared to sob), complete work, theres also a part two that focuses on emmeline vance and mary https://archiveofourown.org/works/38287942/chapters/95669569

nothing fades like the light: zombie cowboy jegulus, shortish, so sAD, has some black brother feels </3 (complete work) https://archiveofourown.org/works/43550415/chapters/109497873

bury our secrets shallow: marauders+slythershits muggle small town au with black brothers sorting their shit out, also wolfstar and jegulus I think (complete work) https://archiveofourown.org/works/49550836/chapters/128345881#workskin

bird set free: wolfstar figure skating and all the sexual tension (major second hand embarrassment but it's kinda funny the second time you read it), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/44271820/chapters/112378375#workskin

like real people do: muggle au where remus has epilepsy and works at a coffee shop, and sirius is raising harry bc jily still died (😭😭😭) and they fall in love, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/44399764/chapters/111670651

crimson rivers: hunger games au, really long, really fucking angsty, SO GOOD, complete work https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/39760044

we can take it out back if you promise to give me a kiss after you take me down: rosekiller muggle au, wip, they're dramatic little shits and theyre going thru it https://archiveofourown.org/works/50777170/chapters/128269429

just lovers: no war au with starchaser and marylily and rosekiller and wolfstar and general happiness and wholesomeness, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/38344720

intermission: cute rosekiller side plot from just lovers (your honor I love them), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/39437451/chapters/98704770#workskin

I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you: rosekiller trying to stop barty from getting into an arranged marriage, in canon-without-the-war, lots of slythershit shenanigans, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/41378289/chapters/103762113

annoying: rosekiller wrong number text fic (like text talk but even funnier and less wolfstar), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/44115820/chapters/121605580#workskin

kill your darlings: college hockey au, jegulus and wolfstar and marylily and barty x evan x cerci, very angsty most times, truly amazing, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/40038048/chapters/100269270

#marauders fandom #the marauders #marauders #all the young dudes #marauders era #regulus black #remus lupin #crimson rivers #sirius black #dead gay wizards #fic rec #rosekiller #jegulus #wolfstar #marylily #jily #dorlene #slythershit #slytherin skittles #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #ao3 fanfic #these are all on ao3! #marauders fic

[goblinpuppy35]

The Punk and the Wolf

(Previous chapter, Part 7, Next chapter)

Remus Lupin x Male Reader

Summary: Set during OFTP, Y/N is Mad Eye Moody's assistant and while staying at Grimmauld place, him and Remus develop a connection.

Warning: 18+ ONLY - Long chapter but with smut at the end (finally!)

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With all the students back from Hogwarts for the winter break Grimmauld place felt full to the brim. It was often hard to find a room or even a moment to yourself. All the distress of what was happening at Hogwarts as well as Arthur's brutal attack, everyone was on edge but by collectively being together all this tension bloomed into a giddy sense of excitement for the festivities to come. No one wanted to spoil the few moments of peace they had.

It had taken Remus several days to fully recover from his recent transformation, he remained in his bed for two days straight with Molly and Sirius bringing him his meals, though he couldn't eat much. On the third day Remus was slowly moving around his room when he heard a knocked on his closed door. Gingerly he opened the door and leaned out into the hallway. It was empty. It wasn't until the tall man eventually looked down that he saw a mug of tea sitting perfectly in the centre of the hallway carpet, placed in the middle of the decorative flower pattern. Steam gently flouting up into the air. Resting against the mug was the battered copy of The Odyssey. Y/N. Remus fondly rubbed his thumb over the books spine as he picked it and the mug of hot tea up. Upon opening the book he found a new note has been scrawled out on his bookmark.

"Get well soon so we can finish this book together :) - Y/N" 

Being the evening Remus knew that Y/N would not be back until early next morning. Resting his fragile frame back onto the bed Remus placed the book to his chest. Closing his eyes he thought back to waking up on top of Y/N after his transformation, once the initial panic had subsided feeling Y/N that close to him felt incredible. Remus started to imagine how it would feel if I'm this moment Y/N was the one on top of him, resting his handsome head of Y/H/C locks against the crook of his neck. Remus felt so comforted by this thought he pushed through his pains and fell asleep. 

Remus was woken up abruptly the next morning by cheers and laughter, he turned and looked at his clock. 11:45am, 25th December. Everyone must be starting to celebrate, he thought promptly getting up and dressed. The source of the loud cries of excitement was coming from the living room, peering through the doorway Remus could see the younger students exchanging and opening presents while Fred and George were casting little clouds of snow above them, gliding around the chandelier. Mad Eye Moody and Y/N were nowhere not present. Remus desperately hoped they hadn't already left for a mission. It was lovely seeing the teens all being allowed be just be teenagers for the time being and forget the foreboding challenges which were to come. A conversation further down the hallway caught Remus' attention and he turned to see Molly and Sirius.

"I've been kicked out of my own kitchen" Molly said raising her hands up on a huff. "Technically it's my kitchen" Sirius jested, "oh, like you spend any time in it anyway!". Approaching the others Remus tilted his head to the side in confusion. "Y/N has taken over all the cooking. Told me I've been working too much anyway and I should rest", this was true, with Arthur to take care of on top of everything else Molly was running herself thin. Placing a reassuring hand onto her shoulder Remus began to slowly open the kitchen door. Rock music bleeded out into the hallway and grew louder as Remus entered the kitchen and closed the door behind him.

"Molly I told you! If you come back and try and help I'm burning the turkey on purpose!" Y/N's back was to Remus as he was stirring a pan full of onions and garlic, the smell flouted towards the werewolves sensitive nose. Smelled fantastic. Y/N was tapping his boots in time to the music and swaying his hips, the charms which were tied into his belt loops jingled as he moved. This charming sight caused  Remus' lips to curl upwards as he observed the small energetic punks dancing. Out of the corner of Y/N's eye he noticed a presence looming over him and swiftly turned around, his hair and dangerly earrings swinging around. "Oh, it's you!" Y/N matches Remus' grin once he realised it was him.

"It's good to see you up again" despite being happy to see Remus, Y/N avoided eye contact, there was a level of bashful awkwardness between the two men. "I hope Molly isn't too upset I took over" Y/N carrier on with a nervous chuckle "everyone's been doing so much for The Order I just felt like it was only far to give them a day off, everyone's so exhausted. And what about you? when was the last time you ate?" he asked looking into Remus' eyes kindly. "When was the last time you ate?" Remus retorted back, he was constantly amazed by Y/N's compassion, "I bet you came back with Moody and began helping in here straight away". Y/N smirked and looked to the floor, this meant a yes in Remus' mind.

At this point the oven timer started to ping and Y/N turned around to pull a tray out. "Believe it or not I'm actually a really good cook, it's just ..." Y/N hovered, tray in hand trying to find a clear kitchen surface to place it on. Every counter top of littered with mixing bowls, baking trays and half cut vegetables. "It's just I'm quiet a messy cook" and saying so Y/N placed the hot tray on top of another on the hob. Remus couldn't help but laugh at this spectical, "Well if your insisting on cooking, can I at least help you clean up as you go?". Y/N looked up from a mixing bowl he had started stirring, somehow he'd already managed to get cake mixture over his cheek "that would be perfect Remus". Hearing this made Remus feel warm inside and he got to work taking the dirty kitchen equipment to the sink and rolling up his cardigan sleeves.

In no time the kitchen was in a much more respectable state and gorgeous smells of roasted vegetables and rich gravy was filling the whole house. Once Remus had finished all the washing up Y/N brought him over and showed him how to make the stuffing and crimp the pastry of the pies, holding the taller man's upper arms in his hands to guide him. Once the table was set and everyone was invited in the room filled with excited gasps. Despite being a large room all the seats were packed closely next to one another. Y/N and Remus shared one end of the table together, their knees brushing up against one another every now and then.

"Everything tastes so wonderful. Thank you for cooking all of this Mrs Weasely" Hermione said. "Well actually I believe it was Remus and Y/N who cooked everything together" Sirius smuggly pointed out with empathise on the word 'together'. This resulted in Remus coughing up his wine he'd been drinking and Y/N stopped mid way through placing his fork full of roast potoes into his mouth and he stares mouth gaping at everyone staring in their direction. "So why don't we rise a toast to them" Sirius encouraged lifting up his own glass. "To Remus and Y/N" everyone cheered and the Weasely twins started to skincker and wiggle their eyebrows in Y/N's direction. With expert aim Y/N flicked his fork and shot his forkfull of potoes just shy of George's left ear. Through his poliet smile Remus stared daggers down the table at Sirius who just beamed back. Christ pads is loving this.

After the meal Remus and Sirius stepped outside for a smoke and to reminisce pasted holidays they had spent with Lily and James. They both raised a cigarette each to their dear friends, wishing they could be here. Everything was quiet in the dinning room once Remus had returned, he could hear chatter coming from the living room so he made his way into the hallway. Though he spotted promptly under the stairs as he heard voices above him. Almost instantly he picked up Y/N voice and soon after George and Fred's voices were clear to him, all three were talking in a hushed tone. "I hope you know I didn't tell either of you not because I didn't trust you, I was just worried you'd have thought I bestrayed The Order. I just didn't want to let anyone else down". "Y/N don't talk a load of rubbish" Fred said "Your our mate and we know you've always got our back as much as we've got yours". "Exactly" George followed with "We understand it must have been hard to tell us so thank you mate, really". Remus stayed very quiet just under them and smiled to himself, Y/N must be telling them about his mark, he was so proud of Y/N. "Speaking of keeping secrets, when are you going to make a move on Professor Lupin?" Fred asked slyly. "Oh shut up" Y/N said flusteredly which made the twins laugh, "so you haven't made a move yet" George teased. Remus learned in closer awaiting Y/N's response. "It's not that simple guys" Y/N finally said "he's amazing, truly incredible. I've never met a man quiet like him. I just .. I don't know if he feels the exact same way". Remus had to fight against his legs to not stride out Infront of the three boys and tell Y/N how much he wanted to hold him close and kiss him. He felt so foolish for not being more clear with his feelings.

At this very moment the living room door which joined into the hallway opened brisky and Moody and Sirius were standing in it. From their perspective they could clearly see Remus hunched just under the other three on the staircase and Remus had a panic look of being caught in the act. "Remus, are you alright?" Sirius asked confused, this caused the banister above the tall man to creak and peering up Remus saw Fred, George and of course Y/N leaning over and realising he had been there the whole time. Like the other Y/N's face was painted with confusion and then pure embarrassment. "Y/N we have to go" Moody said bluntly, ignoring the situation and walking towards the front door, with out question Y/N followed him. Just before Y/N exited the front door he turned back and looked at Remus, clearly wanting to talk but in the end offered a weak smile before disappearing into the night.

Sirius had needed Remus for a task himself. There were a couple of known werewolves in the outskirts of London who had not been hunted down by the dark lord. Sirius asked Remus to meet with them and try and swade them to join The Order, despite his downfall in social skills their clear nocturnal connection made Remus the best person for the task which he agreed to. Finally he got to experience what Y/N and Moody has been doing almost every night, leaving everyone to go off into the night and work while the rest of the city slept. Remus didn't return back to Grimmauld place until two in the morning, it was a productive night but Remus was exhausted, all he wanted right now was his bed.

Remus was taken aback when once he entered though the front door he was meet with a number of concerned faces. Even Fred and George were still up, along with Sirius, Moody, Molly and Arthur all now looking at Remus with a mixture of pain and worry. "What's going on?" Remus inquiried. No one said anything for a moment which put Remus on edge as he stiffened in the doorway. "Everything is fine now, its just" Sirius began slowly "it's just while Moody and Y/N were out on their patrol". At this moment Moody interrupted " We were out on the north side of the city when that bastard of a step brother of the wee lads ambushed us with a bunch of bleeding dementors" it was at this point that Remus noticed that Moody had a few bandages around his hand and across his cheek. "We're fine now its just .. Y/N's broom got hit and he fell" before Moody could finish Remus ran towards the living room door and swung it open.

A fire was lit in the dark room, dancing across the walls and illuminated the sofa were Remus' eye fell upon. Curled up on one side of the sofa was Y/N, motionless and eyes closed, even from this far away Remus could see the nemorous amount of cuts and bruises across Y/Ns body. One large cut over his forehead and cutting into his eyebrow, noticeably causing pain even with his eyes closed. Remus breathing quickened and he could feel the prick of tears building up in his eyes.

'Its rude to stare moones" came a soft voice from the sofa, still with his eyes closed Y/N shifted and groans in pain. Leaving the doorway and the others behind him Remus came towards Y/N lowering himself down onto his knee. Y/N's right eye was dark and bruised and only half opent looking up at Remus "it looks worse then it is" he said through a chuckle which then turned into a low groan of pain "honestly you should have seen what the oth-" but before Y/N could finish his qwip Remus cupped the man's cheeks into his big hands and pulled him to his lips. Y/N's eyebrows raised in shock but he did not resist and instead sunk into the deep kiss with him. Finally they parted lips "I care about you so much Y/N" Remus said breathlessly, keeping his hands on Y/Ns cheeks rubbing his thumb up and down his soft skin. Y/N simple smiled back at Remus lovingly. Soft chuckles as approval could be heard from the hallway along with a union cry of "Finally!" coming from Fred and George.

Eventually the others went to bed, giving the two men some space. Remus stayed by Y/N's side craddeling his head in one hand and gently brushing his hair with his fingers. Talking quietly and intimatly between one another by the fire for sometime both still beaming from the kiss they had spared. After an hour they fell into a silence, looking down they could see their fingers tips were rubbing against one anothers, almost interlocking but not quiet. Remus needed Y/N to be as close to him as possible.

"May I take you up to my room?" Remus finally whispered, their fingers were fully entangled in one another's now "I feel like you deserve a proper bed tonight" Remus' gaze met Y/N's, the reflection of the fire dancing in both their eyes. They both knew what he was asking and in this look between them they both knew they wanted the same thing. Staying fixed in Remus' stare Y/N simply nodded. Their faces were almost touching, Remus' thick moustache brushing against Y/N own stubbled jaw.

Draping Y/N's arm over his hunched shoulders Remus was able to lift him up from the sofa with ease and aid him out of the room and up the stairs. With their height difference Y/Ns feet barely touched the ground and instead he settled to resting on top of Remus' own shoes. Y/N suddenly felt so small in Remus' arms and this made him blush, Y/N was steading himself by wrapping one of his arms around Remus' waist and his fingers pressed into his chest, Y/N could feel the older man's breathing in and out.

They made it to Remus' room, entering the dark room Remus carefully helped Y/N sit down on the bed before walking to the other side and switching on the bedside lamp. A dim orange glow spreads around the bed, keeping them out of shadow and creating a rose tint effect. Remus sat across from Y/N and then briskly moved closer until he was pressed up against Y/N but then he stopped. He had wanted to do this for so long, Remus was scared of making a mistake or rushing, he wanted Y/N to be fully comfortable. However before Remus could make any more calculated thoughts Y/N pulled him into a long deep kiss, causing both their chests to rise up and press against each other. A fluttering feeling builds up on both their stomachs, they feel perfect together. Remus' hands held on tightly to Y/N's shoulders as their mouths opened and their tounges met. Dancing over one another elegantly at first and then more quickened and passionate. When they separated to catch their breath Y/N let out a weak moan and Remus bit down on his own lip hard.

"Y/N" Remus panted trying to keep his composure "I know both our lives have barriers which make us not want to get close to people but when I look at you ... there is no one id rather have by my side and I'd be honoured if I could be by yours as well.. if you want that of course". Taking a moment Y/N looked down at his marked arm, it was so hard for him to let people in, and yet when he looked up into Remus' worn and caring face all those worries slipped away. "Yes" Y/N said with a smile which was met with Remus' own lips again as the taller man pushed his weight over Y/N causing him to fall back onto the bed.

Locking their hands together Remus gently lifted Y/N's arms above his head and Y/N lifted up his boots and wrapped them around Remus' waist. Their groins pushed against each other and both men could feel how hard the other one was getting. Y/N removed Remus' cardigan and swiftly pulled off his own shirt showing off his fluffy chest. Remus was fixated and kissed down Y/N's upper torso and followed his happy trail across his stomach and to his hips, the closer he got to Y/N's waist band the more Y/N moaned. Remus' long fingers unbuckled Y/N's belt and with some shuffling managed to pull his trouser down to his knees. Y/N began to reach out for his boot laces to undo then "No don't" interjected Remus "Keep them on... I like them". Y/N smirked and looked down at his own boxers which hugged his hips and clearly showed off how erect he was for the man above him. Moving his hands away from his laces Y/N reached out for Remus' shirt and began to unbutton it but stopped after one and looked up, waiting for a signal from Remus. Nervously Remus nodded and closed his eyes and Y/N carrier on undoing his shirt. He felt the slight coolness of the air as his shirt fell from him and then he felt Y/N's lips, kissing from his stomach all the way to the crook of his neck and then to his ear, "You are beautiful Remus, every single part of you". These sweet whispered words made him shiver and softly moan out Y/N's name. Next Remus felt a hand press firmly over his trouser and started to massage his concealed cock, resulting in a low primal growl to escape his lips. "I want you" Y/N carried on inti Remus' ear, enjoying the effect it was having on him "I need you inside me".

Y/N's boxers were roughly pulled down to meet his trousers around his carves. Following this movement Remus placed himself between Y/N's boots, lifting them over his shoulders, breathing over Y/N cock to tease him and make him twitch before leaning down and starting to rim Y/N's hole. The younger man arched his back and pushed his head into the pillow, moaning at the hot wet feelings of pleasure he felt. One of Remus' hand snaked up and grasped Y/N now throbbing cock and jerk it lazily which summoned more whimpers from Y/N. Remus adored the noises he could get out of the man in front of him and his mind started to race imagine how Y/N would sound when he made him cum. The stiffness in his own trousers was borderline painful so Remus pulled away from Y/N and quickly removed his trouser and boxers, his own erect cock almost touching his stomach. Looking down he saw Y/Ns eye grow at the sight of it and then looking up again "Moones your going to make me scream". "Good." Remus replied in a gruff tone, holing onto his cock and starting to position himself against Y/N hole. Their eyes were locked as Remus slowly entered Y/N who whined and yelped out, "it's okay" Remus reassured bring his fingers up to Y/N's cheek to sooth him but turning his head Y/N took Remus fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking them as he moaned "keep going". Soon Remus was fully inside Y/N and he knocked his head back from how tight Y/Ns arse felt against his cock and then his hips began to rock, building up a rhythm as he began to fuck Y/N. 

Looking up at Remus with big dilated eyes, trying his best to stay focused and not lose complete control Y/N gripped his own cocked and continued to jerk himself off as Remus pounded his ass. Each trust brought both men to their climax significantly faster than they were expecting. "Remus .. Remus .. I ..I'm gonna" Y/N spluttered trying to control his body's build up. "Hold on pup" Remus growled but this simply pushed Y/N over the edge and with a strong cry he came over his own hand and Remus' stomach. Upon feeling this against his skin it didn't take Remus long himself, with a few more rigorous thrusts and slamming his mouth into Y/Ns he felt his tip harden beyond belief inside Y/N and biting on the younger man's lip Remus came hard, making them both cry out. Remus stayed inside Y/N slowly thrusting until they stopped twitching with pleasure. After he pulled out resting in his side he wrapped Y/N up in his long arms and brought him in close to his chest. The room was filled with their sound of them panting and then laughing. "Might have taken you ages to make the first move but boy do you know what your doing afterwards" Y/N said nibbling on Remus' ear lobe. "There's lots more where that came from if you've got the stamina" Remus teased and they stayed in each others arms until they drifted off to sleep.

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[luveline]

baby fever, part five [remus lupin x reader]

"You are thinking so loudly," Remus mutters, exasperated. "What? Do you want a kiss?" 

"No," you deny guiltily. 

"Worse than a kiss?" 

summary: you and remus aren’t brave enough to say it, so you find ways to show it [16k] 

tags: smut 18+ please, fluff, new established relationship, marauders era, fem reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, post hogwarts

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Remus sounds exhausted over the phone. "Hey dove," he says.

 It's been a few days since you've seen each other, both busy with work, though he rings everyday when he comes home and everyday you answer. 

 "Hi," you say, yawning loudly and covering your mouth at the last second. 

 He laughs too much for something so simple. "You sound tired," he says. 

 "How'd you figure, hotshot?" you drawl sarcastically. 

 "Alright, alright. Do you want me to leave you to it?" 

 You slouch against the wall and wrap the telephone wire around your wrist, the red curls digging into your skin. "You don't have work tomorrow, do you?"

 "No," he says, sounding like he knows what you're going to ask and he's immeasurably pleased. 

 "Are you busy?" you ask suspiciously. 

 "I'm not busy," he says, humour colouring his words.

 "Are you lying to me? 'Cos James still hasn't forgiven me for you ditching him last Friday, and it's making me blue." 

 "I'm sorry.” You can practically hear him rolling his eyes over the phone. "How blue you are." 

 "Laugh it up!" you encourage him. "An immovable wedge has been driven between me and a good friend because you're a terrible liar, but I'm glad you find it funny. I don't know why I put up with you." 

 "What are you gonna do, dove? Gonna call your other boyfriend?" 

 You laugh as heat crawls over your skin. "Whatever. I was gonna invite you over, but that boat is sailing. Has sailed, even." 

 "Right, right. So if I come by in half an hour you'll turn me away?" 

 "Try twenty minutes and I might let you in." 

 "I can do ten if I'm staying the night." 

 You grin, lips pressing together to hide your happy inhale.  "I'll see you in ten, then." 

 "Alright," he says, voice lilting. "See you in ten." 

 You hang up the phone and throw yourself into a hurry of cleaning, first the flat and then yourself. You pile all the dirty dishes in the sink. You'll get to them when Remus is showering, you tell yourself, almost running down your own hallway to your bedroom. You throw the door back open and collect the contents of your floor-drobe, picking up dirty socks and underwear and jeans that you'd discarded at the bottom of the bed. You're still pants-less now, but there's no time. You were sleeping when he called and you look it – hair a mess, chapped lips, eyelashes sticky. 

 You scrape your hair out of your face and drag a flannel soaked in hot water over your face roughly, wiping oil from your t-zone. You freshen up and change your underwear. It's not ideal but it's the best you can do, and you still haven't managed to get a pair of trousers on when the door is being knocked. 

 You could shout for him to let himself in as he usually does but you're so excited to see him you rush to the door and smile like an idiot when he's standing there, unremarkable and yet a wonder. He smiles himself, brown eyes shining, thick eyelashes kissing at the corners with the force of it. 

 You've barely widened the gap to let him in before he's opening his arms. You jump up into them, laughing when he squeezes you tight enough to have your ribs creaking. His hands are familiar as they climb the length of your back, crossing over each shoulder blade. You tighten your arms around his neck and try to breath in his smell as casually as possible, which isn't casual at all. 

 He laughs and shuts the door behind him.

 "Hi, dove," he says into your hair. You delight in the sound of his voice, pressing your mouth into the bare skin of his neck in a half kiss. 

 "I missed you," you say.

 "What's a better word than missed?" he asks, hands falling back down, settling just below your ribs. You release his neck and drift back into his hold, thinking. 

 "Yearned?" you suggest. 

 "I yearned for you," he says, smiling smugly. 

 You crinkle your nose. "Yuck." 

 He nods in agreement. "Yuck," he repeats, taking your face into his hands. "Did you get prettier?" His thumb rubs over the curve of your cheek. He tilts your head one way then the other, humming to himself. "And I thought it was impossible." 

 "Stop messing with me," you protest, trying to escape his affection. 

 "I'm not! I'm not messing with you. You're very, very pretty," he says sincerely. Your chest fills with warmth. 

 You duck in for a second hug, this time to press the side of your face into his chest, embarrassed. 

 He pushes your hair flat away from your forehead and cranes his neck down to kiss your temple. "I missed you too," he murmurs. 

 You look up at him, chin digging into his sternum, and pout. He leans down to kiss you and you take it gratefully, eyes sliding shut in bliss. His kisses are chaste but plentiful, traversing from your lips then the corner of your mouth, the tip of your nose and then the other corner in a circle of affection. 

 You peek through your lashes and find his eyes open. Your lips curve up into a lazy, pleased smile and his do the same. 

 "Quit your job," you tell him. He chuckles and you start to shake your head. "I'm serious. It's been, like, five days since I last saw you." 

 "Two and a half," he corrects gently, hand slipping down to cup your neck. "I can't quit, doll, but I would if I could."

 "If anything comes of my writing you'll have to be my house husband," you say, and then hide your face in his chest again, laughing nervously. 

 "You look like you need one," he says. You flinch up and scowl at him, following his gaze to the dirty dishes in the sink. 

 "You're so rude!" you say, though he's right. 

 His expression is soft as silk when he returns his gaze to you. "Are you still tired?" he asks you, frowning. His hands have moved again, squeezing your shoulders lightly. 

 You shake your head. "I was sleeping when you phoned." 

 "You can go back to bed if you want to, sweetheart." 

 You run your finger over a vein, following the stretch of his bare forearm until you get to the crease of his elbow where you wrap your fingers distractedly. You squeeze. The greeny blue of his veins is stark. He lets you have at it, returning his other hand to your face. 

 You look up at him and worry you might have lovesickness written across every feature. 

 "Are you hungry?" you ask him. 

 "Not really."

 "I'll make you anything you want," you press. 

 "Let's go to bed," he says, wiping under your eye with his pinky finger. "You look tired."

 He shrugs his shoes off and picks up his discarded rucksack. 

 "I thought I looked pretty," you grumble as he starts toward your bedroom, his hand on your wrist.

 "You can look both. And you do, much too often," he says, nudging you toward your bed. "Do you mind if I shower?" 

 "Knock yourself out, handsome," you say, fighting with your rumpled sheets to get comfy. 

 He rolls his eyes at the commotion and takes the duvet into his hand, shaking it out over you so it's flat. He pulls the throw blanket which had slipped onto the ground back under your chin and goes to turn away, hesitates, and kisses your forehead. 

 "I'll be quick," he promises.

 You push your face into your pillow and fight the urge to scream. 

 He disappears into the bathroom with his rucksack, the sound of the shower begins, and you let yourself giggle happily, hoping the rushing water will hide it from his keen ears. 

 You cover your eyes with your fingertips when the door finally opens, endless minutes later. 

 "You can look, I'm dressed," he says, and he is, your favourite shirt of his that you've attempted to steal twice now and never succeeded with a pair of dark jogging bottoms. His hair drips, water saturating the towel he has around his neck. "Which is more than I can say for you," he continues, walking around to the other side of the bed and sitting on the edge. 

 "I was sleeping," you say coquettishly. 

 "And if some other gentleman had been at the door?" 

 "You would've had to fight for my honour," you tell him, rapt as you watch him towel dry his hair. He tilts his head up toward the ceiling, pretty lips slightly parted as he scrubs his scalp roughly. 

 You sit up and reach for the towel, stealing it from his hands. 

 "What are you doing?" he asks. 

 "You're too mean. Stay still," you say, rubbing the towel over his head. 

 You dry his forehead first and then behind his ears, climbing up onto your knees with a hand braced on his shoulder for balance. His hand reaches up to cover yours and his eyes drift shut as you go. His hair is mostly dry after a minute or two. 

 You kiss his distracting neck. "There," you say, sitting back down. "Looking good." 

 "Thank you."

 You collapse back into the warm space you’d left behind.

 He leans over to kiss you. You smile and move up to meet him, slightly desperate for his mouth. You got to deepen the kiss and he laughs, pulling away regretfully to stand.

 "Two seconds, baby," he says. 

  You can take two years if you're going to call me baby like that again, you think to yourself, falling back on the pillow. You bite the lip he'd just been kissing and try not to smile. God, this is awful. I'm ridiculous, you think. Despite the scathing nature of your thoughts, a roll of bliss moves through you. You shuffle and cover your grinning mouth with the blankets. 

 He chucks his towel at the laundry hamper as he wanders out of the room. You watch him take a left into the kitchen and listen as the kettle boils. You really are tired and even Remus' company can't keep your eyes open for long. You'd woken up at four in the morning to catch a train to the city for work and the impromptu nap Remus had cut short didn't help as much as you would've liked.

 Your eyes were shut by the time Remus came back. You hear the clink of a mug on your night table, the squeaking of your mattress as he climbs up to sit next to you, a twin clink echoing as his own mug comes down on the opposite table. 

 He runs his hand down your arm. "There's tea if you want it," he tells you quietly.

 You nod as best you can manage through the fog, fighting to stay awake and listen to him as he sips his own tea. 

 Before long he admits a similar defeat, shuffling down beside you. The bed moans again as he turns onto his side and searches for your hands under the duvet. Tightly clasped in his, he brings them to his chest and leans down to kiss your fingers, one for each knuckle. 

 You squeeze his hands weakly and fall asleep, body curved towards him like half a heart. 

 Hours later the room is dark, your throat aches with thirst and Remus has somehow wormed his arms around you. Your cheek is resting against his bicep, face pushed into his shoulder, his other arm loosely thrown over your waist. 

 Your arms are cramped against your chest. You hold one hand up to his sleeping face and rub the line at the corner of his eye as though that might ease the small wrinkle away permanently. 

 "Pretty boy," you murmur to yourself, impossibly quiet. "My boy." 

 You drop your hand and turn your face into his bicep, to the stripe of muscle you can see peaking out his shirt sleeve. You're more than fascinated by his arms, lovelorn over every bit of skin on his whole stupid body. The white-purple edge of a new scar catches your eye. You drop your face down and kiss it gently, chasing the length of it up and up until you nudge his sleeve over the curve of his shoulder. This reveals a handful of scars in different colours and sizes. So as not to discriminate you give each of them a soft kiss too. 

 He'd left the bathroom light on. It throws a piercing spear of manufactured white over your bodies, your abdomen and his heart, a diagonal. It shifts as he shifts, as he wakes, his arm tightening around your waist. The other comes up behind your head sluggishly, wrist bent as his fingertips sift through your hair lightly and rest against your scalp, touch like the brush of a feather.

 "Sorry, I wasn't trying to wake you," you whisper to him.

 You can't see his face, pushed into his chest. You imagine him scrunching his eyes together and then opening them, bleary in the dimly lit room. Imagine him licking his lips as he pats your head. 

 "That's okay," he says, words stuck together like hot toffee. 

 The wire of your bra is sticking in your chest like a needle. You’re reluctant to move but the ache is something awful. You decide to employ your girlfriend privileges. 

 “Can I ask you for something weird?” you whisper.

 Remus moves back to look at you, smiling in tired bemusement. 

 “How weird?” he asks, squinting at you. 

 “Will you take my bra off?” And, at his startled face, “It’s digging into my chest.”

 His hands come up to your back, one under your shirt via the hemline and the other the neck. He’s very good with the clasp, almost too good, and it makes you both laugh as it pops open. 

 “Lots of practice,” he says with a hint of apology laced through. 

 “Don’t mind how much practice you’ve had as long as it’s my bras you’re undoing.”

 He chuckles and pulls the straps from around your shoulders before tugging it clean through a sleeve. He studies it for a moment. It’s a purple colour, almost grey. “Is this new?” he asks. 

 “It’s got matching knickers,” you say, nodding. He puts the bra down between you both and pulls you in close once again, his expression a shade from gleeful.

 “Is that so?” he asks through a smile. 

 “Brazilians,” you supply. 

 “Means absolutely nothing to me,” he says, breath fanning over your lips as he leans in. 

 “You’ll like them,” you say, and kiss him. His lips are chapped and you endeavor to help him out. 

 "I bet so," he says after a sweet kiss. "How's your chest? Hurting?"

 "Better." 

 "Are you sure?" he asks, lips pressed to yours just barely. His voice makes your skin tingle. You giggle and kiss the corner of his mouth. He goes on, "'Cos I'm this close to finishing my masseuse masterclass. 'Ve got good reviews." 

 "I'm sure you do but I'm feeling just fine," you say, pushing hair behind his ear with a charmed grin. 

 "If you change your mind.”

 His hand spreads flat and wide over your back. Your kisses are sluggish, voices cloyed, but there's a bone deep contentment to be found in his arms. You feel woozy under his light, slow touches, worse when he opens his mouth to invite you in.

 -

 You wake up before Remus does. The duvet has slipped down to his waist, exposing his chest covered in welts the shape of your mouth from one shoulder to the next. You see a flicker of his bright eyes peering down at you, his hands in your hair. A wave of fondness rises with the memory.

 You kiss his sleeping face and crawl out of bed, almost tripping over his discarded trousers and boxers on the way to the shower.

 Once clean you leave the bathroom a foggy hot mess and sit at the edge of your bed in a towel, staring at Remus like a creep. You don't care. You're happy to be a little perv if it's more time spent taking him in; his soft pout, his dark eyebrows and darker eyes, relaxed in sleep. His hand reaches across the sheets, as if he's looking for you even in sleep. Or that's what you tell yourself, indulgent and in love. 

 You intend on getting dressed but get distracted by your hand, a broken fingernail. You peer at it curiously. "How…?" you murmur to yourself, bringing your nail to your mouth. 

 Remus shifts. He groans. You cross your legs and raise your eyebrows at his performance – if he were a movie, it'd be R-rated. He stretches out and you watch in appreciation, your lovebites a patterning of warped purple kisses as he moves onto his side. 

 "Are you awake?" you ask softly. 

 "No." 

 "Does it help if I'm not dressed?" 

 He pauses his restless movement to glance over his shoulder at you. 

 "Oh." 

 "Uh-huh." 

 He forces himself to sit, looking a little stiff. You frown in sympathy and politely ignore the pooling of sheets in his lap and his morning friend, abruptly frustrated by the injustice of his condition. 

 "I wasn't too cruel to you, was I?" you ask worriedly. 

 He chuckles, voice still hoarse with tiredness, "You were very, very nice." He catches your chin in his fingers and pulls you forward to press a quick chaste kiss to your lips. "Morning, dove." 

 You absentmindedly take his hand from your face, fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling towards your body. 

 "Aching?" 

 He winces. "Yeah. Few days." Until the full moon. 

 You try not to go overboard with worrying, try not to condescend or offend while still showing you care. You hide a mountain of fears every month, scared something awful will happen to him, or worse that he'll do it to himself. 

 "Can I make you breakfast?" you ask him. 

 His eyes say more than he does as he gives you his you don't have to look after me smile. It's slowly changed the longer you've known him into a thank you for taking care of me chagrin. 

 "I'll shower first, I think." 

 Your eyes flit to his lap and he sees it. You're both embarrassed, and then you're both giggling. 

 "I think you better," you agree. 

 He turns his hand in your hold to twine your fingers together, stalling. You don't care. He can stall all day if he wants to. 

 "Your nail," he says, lips parting, mouth an 'o'. "Oh no. What happened?"

 "I think it ripped washing my hair." 

 "Ah, that's why you should let me do it for you." 

 You grin. "Next time." 

 "You gonna cut them all down now?" 

 "Probably. I'sad, 'cos I don't have any jelly pink left to fix them." 

 The genuine heartbreak on his face is warming and hilarious. "What?"

 "All ran out," you say, nodding. 

 "And you can't get more?" 

 You shake your head at him, bemused. He probably doesn't actually care about all this, he's just a really nice boyfriend. "Don't worry about it. Go shower, I'll get dressed. We'll make breakfast." 

 He looks reluctant to stand. As if you haven't seen it all before. You roll your eyes though you're secretly pleased that he's the shy one for once and pull the towel from around your body. His eyes eat you up and his smile is blinding as he accepts your towel.

 He kisses your forehead, squeezes your damp shoulder and totters off with your towel held around his waist. 

  Idiot, you think happily. Endearing, though, to have this shyness still, to be in this 'honeymoon phase' with no end in sight. You selfishly, maybe unrealistically, hope it never ends. I'm willing to be this way forever, you think as you moisturise, as you dress, and I think he is too. Maybe we can be this lovesick forever. Please let us be this lovesick forever. 

 You're cracking eggs over a pan of bubbling oil when he joins you, similarly dampened as you were and in fresh clothes kept at the bottom of your wardrobe. He presses a minty kiss to your cheek and you sigh to yourself, because it is very, very nice to be kissed, often and sweetly and for no reason at all. 

 "Let me do that," he says, working the spatula from your tight grip. He bumps his hip with yours. 

 You give in grudgingly. "I can fry an egg." 

 "Why should you?" 

 You dig your fingers into his traps and massage meanly until his hackles are raised and he's cringing away from you. 

 "Get off of me, you awful girl," he says indignantly, "Before I burn myself. You want that on your conscience?" 

 You throw your head back and groan dramatically at his guilt-tripping, running your hands over his back instead. You weave them across his soft abdomen and lean your head into his back, face pressed into the damp neckline of his shirt. 

 "Yes," you say petulantly.

 "Sure you do. Sicko."

 He can't be too mad with you because his hand comes up, arm covering your arm. He watches the eggs and you feel his breathing, and the kitchen is full of sunshine. Pink, green, blue and orange light, the fairy crystal in the window showers you. A rainbow laps at his shoulder as he moves and you watch it, transfixed at this and the feeling of his body, alive, under your touch. 

 "What are we gonna do all weekend?" you ask. 

 He rubs your arm as he deliberates. "Um… nothing? We could go shopping later, find you some new nail polish." 

 "Feel how much your joints hurt right now and times it by ten, and that's how much they'll hurt later." 

 "I know that. Still, just 'cos it hurts doesn't mean I want to miss out on time with you." 

 "We can spend time here." 

 He snorts. "You just asked what we were gonna do."

 "I meant, like, monopoly. Actually, not monopoly. Yahtzee. Or hit and blow." 

 Scrapes the spatula against the frying pan, a metallic shushing vibrating up his arm. "You don't like hit and blow." 

 "You're good at it, though." 

 He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses your fingers. You hug him tighter, always so dizzied by his attention. 

 "We could get really drunk and play backgammon," he suggests. 

 "I can't win sober!" 

 "'Xactly." 

 He moves to grab the plates and you detach from him, unwilling. He curses. "Fuck, did you want toast?" 

 You nod to yourself and set about making some for the both of you. Remus crams your plates and two mugs of tea on your already busy dining table. You can feel his gaze on your shoulders as the toast pops but by the time you've finished buttering all four slices he's dead set on the newspaper from a few days ago. 

 "Anything interesting?" you ask, setting toast on his plate. 

 "So many things. E.Coli in romaine lettuce in Sainsbury's." 

 You wrinkle your nose and take a big bite of toast. "Ew." 

 "Good thing you don't eat vegetables," he says slyly, bringing a glass of water to his lips.

 "Bitch." 

 Remus chokes, water dripping down his chin and onto the newspaper. He wipes his face and abandons the paper, socked foot brushing yours under the table. He chuckles to himself with his eyebrows raised like he can’t understand how he got here, and you feel the same way. 

 You eat breakfast slowly and with little fanfare — there’s nowhere to be and no rush to be in. Only time spent together. Remus eats everything and some of yours, you wash the dishes and set them out over the rack to dry. Remus wipes down the countertops and you push open the window as he turns on the radio in your small living room. 

 You can smell breakfast and cleaning spray and the hyacinth from the garden, your living room smells a little dusky, of you and him and a bergamot candle in the corner. You fall into a dance with Remus without speaking and soon your small flat is very clean. 

 He slumps down onto the sofa when you’re done. You kiss his lightly perspiring forehead, standing behind him, and he turns to you curiously. 

 “Thank you.”

 “You’re more than welcome, dovey. Half the mess was mine.” Not true, but he’s kind for saying it. 

 You wrap your arms around his front and nose against the side of his face lightly. He turns back to face the TV though it’s off. 

 He smells like your shampoo. “Are you tired?” you ask him. 

 “Yes,” he says honestly. 

 “Wanna sleep again?”

 He shakes his head. “I won’t sleep tonight.”

 You want to make a joke. You never really spend much time sleeping in my bed, Lupin, but it’s untrue. You do a lot of plain sleeping together, especially before a full moon; he’s not the energy or libido for anything else. You’re more than okay with this, content to cuddle with him for hours on end. Sometimes the feeling of his fingers between yours is enough to make you nauseous with worship. Reverence. 

 You try not to use his shoulders as you push up and turn on the television, nabbing the remote from besides the aerial. You dump it into Remus’ lap as you sit beside him, not touching but almost. He leans back into the cushions and scrolls through the meagre available channels. 

 His skin isn’t quite on your skin. Bridging the gap is always the same. You reach out with your hand slowly, knowing you’re allowed but not too sure as you drop your hand into his thigh, you rub your fingers into the softer part of his inner thigh and squeeze lightly, wanting to feel the skin under his pajamas. Remus’ nose bumps into your head as he slowly wraps his arm around your shoulders, dragging you into his side. A firm, solid gesture. He groans and you lift up off of your butt to kiss the scar running through his eyebrow. When you sit back down he’s looking at you impassively. 

 “What?” you ask. 

 He shakes his head, lips pressed together to hide an emerging smile. 

 You continue to rub his thigh and settle into his side, a familiar space carved out for you. You sneak a look up into his face, take in his neck and the edge of a purple love bite you'd given him the night before hiding under his shirt. The memory of his skin under your lips, the sound that he'd made as you sucked in a cruel bruise has you smiling like a fool. 

 It's too early to climb all over him. You badly want to but you don't want to be a clingy mess of a girlfriend, know he's tired and you're being a bit much. Something about him just makes you crazy. You fancy him to the point of aching.

 "You are thinking so loudly," Remus mutters, exasperated. "What? Do you want a kiss?" 

 "No," you deny guiltily. 

 "Worse than a kiss?" 

 "No! No, I was thinking about you." 

 "Good things?"

 "Awful things." 

 His sigh is heart hurting tired as he slouches down and pulls you into his chest. "Like what?" 

 You bring your hand up his thigh and squeeze the top, feeling the muscles underneath fat to avoid the question. He hisses. "Fuck, woman." You squeeze again mercilessly. He flinches under you but can't escape, his hiss turning into a nervous laugh. "Stop, stop. Baby," he says, at first cross and then pleading. His hand clamps down on your wrist. "Baby." 

 "Baby! You only call me baby when you're fucking me," you tease.

 "Do I?" he asks, squirming. 

 "Uh-huh. When you're vulnerable," you say, sticky sweet, pulling the syllables. "Do you feel vulnerable right now?" 

 He exerts more strength than he usually does with you as he pries your bullying hand from his leg. "Stop," he says, and then, very slowly, "baby." 

 You hope he can't tell how much you like his show of strength as he tucks your hand and his under his arm. You also hope he doesn't know how insane you feel about him when he wears these short sleeve t-shirts and they're tight on his biceps like this, fingers flexing underneath to brush your knuckles against solid mass, but he likely does. Remus seems to know everything you're thinking, sometimes before you think it. 

 "You're no fun." 

 "I'm plenty fun," he says, rolling his eyes. 

 "Sure." 

 Quicker than you realise Remus has pushed his arm tight over your hand, sandwiching it in place against his ribs to attack your thigh. You gasp and then squeal, peel after peel of roaring, scared laughter as he tickles your legs. 

 "Don't!" 

 "I thought it was fun?" he asks, voice high and taunting. "You're fun, aren't you sweetness? This is enjoyable!" 

 You feel like you might pee yourself as you twist sideways and throw yourself backwards. Your hands free from his grips and legs kicking into his leg you crawl away from his searching hands and feel your heart start to race when he climbs on top of you. His fingers find your soft sides, your armpits, the skin behind your neck. 

 You start bargaining. "I'm sorry! Stop, oh my god Remus get off! I'm sorry please oh my god." You're gasping for air and squealing like a piglet, too busy pleading to worry about how unflattering this angle is. "Remus!" His name strung out, emphasis on the - us . "I'm gonna wet myself!" 

 Remus stops abruptly and hovers above you. You pant. "I could be into that," he says lightly. 

 You push him off of you and he actually falls onto the ground, his foot tangled in the throw blanket beneath you. 

 You startle upwards. "Remus!" 

 He laughs silently on the floor. "Fucking winded me." 

 "You were being gross." 

 "Only for you," he says, then groans. 

 "Sorry, Remus." 

 "You will be." You frown at the idea he might tickle you again, but he continues. "Thinking you can knock me around just 'cos I'm your boyfriend. I'm telling." 

 "Who? James?" you ask, head peeking over the sofa to stare at him with a knowing smirk. 

 "Lyall." 

 You gasp. "You're telling on me to your father ?" 

 "He thinks the world of you. I'll be glad to set the record straight." 

 "You've told him about me?" 

 Remus sits up, moaning dramatically. You pull him back up onto the sofa beside you, the two of you lying down and squished together to fit. 

 "Of course I have. You're my girlfriend." 

 You incline your heads together. "You're sure you can't leave this out?" 

 "I could be persuaded." 

 "Yeah?" you ask. You can't help but glance down at his lips, wondering where they are, knowing you want to move forward to meet them. 

 "Uh-huh." He smiles and kisses you, his lips practiced, a small peck that makes you unbearably happy. "What will you give me?" he asks, his eyes closed. 

 "Mm." You rub the tip of your nose against his as you think it over. "What do you want?" 

 "Everything." 

 His deadpan seriousness cracks you open at first, laughing breathlessly as you bring your hand to his face. You spread your fingers over his cheek and stroke the edge of his biggest facial scar with your finger, the one that starts below his nose and cuts through his eyebrow. 

 "You can have it. Whatever you want," you agree quickly, pulling him towards you with a giddy jovialness. "Anything." 

 He kisses you again, warm hand covering yours, shoulder digging into your shoulder as he fights for closeness. "Anything? Like your kidney?" 

 "'Specially my kidney. They go for loads on the black market." 

 "And how would you know that?" he asks, his grin fond. 

 "I write. I know things." 

 "A likely story. Sounds to me like you're a little freak and you're plotting to sell all my organs, and this whole thing has been a ploy. An organ based ploy." 

 "Remus," you whisper. "I once let you fuck me in the Leaky Cauldron, remember? The money I would make off of your organs wouldn't make up for that." 

 "Was it truly so awful?" he asks, amused. 

 "The fuck? No. No, I…" you let your head fall into his shoulder, "that was enough material for a month of fantasies. Months, if you hadn't done worse to me afterwards. But we really couldn't have made it to your place?" 

 He presses your joined hands to his chest and laughs. "I don't expect you to understand. You looked – you look fucking amazing. Like, all the time. And you were there to see me, all dressed up knowing we were only going to the leaky. I couldn't handle it." 

 "Remus," you chide, embarrassed. 

 He nudges you. "No, because you really don't get it. How pretty you are. How fucking funny you are. How much I love being with you. It couldn't have waited." He clears his throat. "Well, maybe. But if you understood how killer you are you wouldn't blame me." 

 "Remus, shut up. I wanted you badly. I waited for you for half an hour. You know that? In the rain ." 

 He's quiet as he says, "No, I didn't know that." 

 "You shouldn't, 'cos I lied to you… I did my hair three times." You laugh at the memory, how nervous you'd been and how nervous he still makes you, but now…  "Nobody's ever made me feel like that before." 

 "Like what?" 

 "Like I'm- I'm pretty. You make me feel like I'm beautiful." Your confession feels both dramatic and completely normal, you suspect because it's Remus that you're confessing too.

 He squeezes your fingers. "You are beautiful." 

 You feel the peril of an oncoming pep talk or comfort you don't quite need. His reassurement while lovely is unnecessary for now, you just wanted him to know the truth. 

 "You're much more attractive," you tell him, sitting up to cups his face in your hands. "S'why I changed my mind about selling your organs." 

 "Thank god for that," he says. You stroke his face and give his cheeks a gentle pinch. 

 "I-" you freeze up. So quickly, beyond reason, you'd almost said I love you . "I need to pee." 

 He blinks and then grins. "Thanks for telling me." 

 You blush and stammer and climb over his legs to go to the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror until you can smile like a normal person again, like you aren't the most in love any one girl has ever been. 

 "Dove! Hurry up! I think I found something for us to watch!" 

 You dry your hands on the hand towel and rush back into the living room to see what Remus has found. 

 He turns to you just as you recognise what's playing, the words already on his lips, "Holy cabooses!" 

 "'Hello, Dolly!'" you gasp, rushing to sit down so quickly you end up half in his lap. "I have the tape, you know." 

 "Shush, this is the best part," he says. It most definitely isn't the best part, and you're about to take loud offense, only his arms wrap around your abdomen and pull you into his front and you can't be bothered after that, listening more keenly to him than the movie, the way he knows every word, saying them softly but with inflection under his breath. He hums along to the songs and sways you back and forth in time with the music. You lay your head back on his chest. I love him , you think, bobbing gently one way and then the other. 

 "Yes, I can hear that Choo Choo callin' me on. On board that Happiness Express," Dolly sings. Remus signs it better, warm and low, the sound sending goosebumps down your arms. 

 "I'm gonna learn to dance and drink and smoke a cigarette," you further, even quieter than he had been. 

 "We should take dance classes," Remus says. 

 "You don't need help with the other two." 

 "Mean. You don't want to learn to dance with me?" 

 "Sure I do. What kind of dance?" 

 It's a throwaway conversation. When you see someone as much as you see Remus, you can't always be declaring love and affection. Sometimes you have to plan things you'll never do. 

 "Waltzing? Any dancing. Dancing we can do together," he says, knuckles rubbing into your soft tummy. "If I asked you to dance with me right now, could you?" 

 You blink when you realise Remus is being serious.

 "No, I couldn't. Not properly." 

 "Me neither," he says, legs shifting underneath you, spreading wide so yours can fit between them.

 "Am I hurting you?" you ask worriedly, moving to stand up. 

 He reigns you in. "No, you stay right there." You're reluctant. He pulls you into his chest, your hair brushing his collar. "I'd love to learn some kind of waltz with you, dove," he says, almost offhandedly. 

 You go warm all over. "Anything you want." 

 -

 Couples dance classes are difficult, especially the cheap ones. What must be 30 couples in one room, awaiting instruction, and yet you doubt any one partner is as nervous as you right now. 

 Remus stands beside you in matching sweatpants, both of you dressed for the activity but also the insecurity – neither had considered the actual vulnerability of being witnessed learning to waltz. 

 "Maybe we should've tried to learn at home," you whisper. 

 Remus smiles, hooking his pinky finger through yours. "I'd agree normally. You know I hate, uh, any attention. But I really think this will be fun." 

 He looks from the mirrored wall in front of you to your face. "And if it isn't, we leave. Obnoxiously, in the middle of the lesson." 

 "We should get ice cream after," you decide, anything to not talk about your current situation. 

 "Salted caramel," he whispers as the instructor claps her hands together and the lesson begins. 

 The leads learn first. You're happy for Remus to lead and he says nothing to the contrary. Soon you're watching him and the other leads learn the steps. 

 You help him through small hand gestures, reminding him to keep his feet hip distance apart, mouthing to him that he needs to relax when he seizes up. He takes a step forward that's supposed to be soft but comes on heavy; it's only a few days after the full moon, he's still weak and aching, though he'd insisted on coming today. 

 He brings his second foot forward and then pushes it inward. The awkwardness of the room begins to fade, everybody too concentrated on getting it right. The next instruction sees him stepping back with his right foot, then the left, parallel. He closes the gap between them, and there - he's waltzed. 

 They go through it two more times. Remus is nervous but extremely perceptive and quick to learn. You're impressed by how well he's mastered the dance in such little time. 

 "And now, the companion!" 

 You get confused at first, having internalised the leads instructions. Remus helps you much the same. "I got you," he whispers at the distressed look on your face. Somehow, his voice is easier to follow. "Back," he gestures at his body, relaxed, "feet apart. Bring them together," he acts it out for you. "Forward, feet apart." 

  Together. And now you've waltzed too. 

 "Alright! Now, let's get dancing! Lead, your hand behind the companion's shoulder like this. Companion, your hand on top of the lead’s shoulder. Don't worry about getting this too perfect, we only wanna get you guys moving." 

 You do as instructed. You've touched Remus what must be close to a thousand times by now and still this feels nerve-racking, your heart going a thousand miles a minute as the gap between you closes and your tummies brush. Remus smiles at you, pulling your right hand into his left and pushing it away from you, clasped tight. 

 "This part is always a little tricky! You mess up and it messes up your partner, but don't. Worry . The more you move the more you practice, and the more you practice the better you'll get! Ready?" 

 The teacher presses play on her small music player. You waltz. Remus leads well, murmuring the instructions to you under his breath when you falter. 

 You stumble and he pulls you along without missing a beat. You can feel a bead of sweat where it collects on your brow, heart ticking. Remus is very good. You're less so. 

 "You got it," he says, falling back as you follow. "That's my girl. Relax, would you?"

 "I think I might be awful at this," you say, distracted.

 Feet together. "It's just fast, that's all. She's going very quickly, probably because the lessons are so short. And it doesn't matter," he says, squeezing your shoulder, "it's just for fun, right? I don't envy the soon to be wed in here. Look," he brings you in closer than he should, "see the couple behind us?" 

 The couple behind you do look acutely miserable. 

 "You think they're gonna get married?" you ask. 

 Remus shrugs and moves backwards. You follow. His feet come together, then yours. "I don't know, but we did it perfectly." 

 You look down at your feet and then up at him, an awful beaming smile on your face. "Oh my god! We did it." 

 "Yes we did," he agrees, amused by your delight.

 "Now when you ask me to dance, I'll know how." 

 You're smiling still when the instructor announces advanced moves. It quickly disappears. 

 Remus chuckles. "This sounds interesting." 

 Advanced moves are not interesting, you discover. You can dance the waltz with about sixty percent accuracy, but trying to do that while spinning in a circle? Impossible. You thank God that Remus had agreed to be the lead because you can't remember you're turning until he physically pulls you in the right direction. 

 You start to feel upset at how useless you are, only you stand very cruelly straight onto Remus' foot. You leap to apologise but he bursts into laughter, giggling as he turns you into the circle, completely disrupting his 1, 2, 3 count. You end up standing on his foot again, again, and each time he laughs like a fool. 

 The room is hardly quiet and yet you know that people are looking at you as you bumble backwards, half out of the circle, and Remus stands on your foot. 

 It's downhill from there. The underarm turn a disaster, Remus spins you out and accidentally drops your hand. You bump into a young guy also being spun out. 

 "You're supposed to shorten your steps!" you hiss as you throw yourself into Remus' chest. 

 Your boyfriend chuckles and kisses your cheek before maneuvering you into position. You're two counts behind everyone else and he doesn't seem to notice.

 "Sorry, dove. You look pretty, when you spin. 'Cept for that awful pout," he teases, nodding his head towards your cross lips. 

 "Remus," you moan, dropping your head into his chest. He stops trying the advanced moves, simply walking you back and forth. You've given up on footwork and try your best to follow. It works, and soon you're moving in perfect tandem.

 "Maybe we didn't need any lessons after all," he says into your hair. 

 You agree with him twenty five minutes later, sweaty and rumpled and extremely happy walking into the cool haven of a dessert parlour on the way home. He orders your ice creams as you shift from one tired foot to another, the sound of the waltz thumping in your head. The second waltz loud in your ears, the clumsy footfall of sixty people. 

 Remus starts to hum Dmitri Shostakovich. 

 "Sounds almost sinister," you comment. 

 "Offensive," he mutters. 

 He moves onto the happier part. You can't remember it very well but you join in, and you let him take your hand and spin you just once during the invented crescendo. 

 "A perfect spin!" he says. You eat up his praise like an idiot and he drops his voice to mime the baritone sounds. 

 Your ice cream cones are pushed into the stand in front of you and you fight for the right to pay. 

 "You paid for dance lessons," you say firmly, handing the employee your cash. 

 "It was my idea for us to learn.”

 "And it was my idea to get ice cream. Thank you so much," you say, accepting your cones.

 You pass Remus his salted caramel ice cream and are rewarded with his grin. 

 "Thank you sweetheart," he says softly, holding open the door for you. 

 "You're welcome. I-" You cough and blink rapidly. I love you, you'd almost said. Why do you keep doing this? "Uh, I'm tired. You must be hurting," you save yourself hastily. 

 Remus licks a drip off of his index finger. He looks tired, bone tired, today much too soon for him to really be out and about again but you don't feel comfortable saying this to him. It's his life, his body. You don't want to overstep despite how badly you want him to take better care of himself. 

 "Really hurting," he says. You'd expected him to brush it off, and his honesty makes you flinch. "Oh, don't, dove. It's okay." 

 You wince. "Remus-" 

 "I'm fine! I'm not dying. I do need a tonic though. Maybe two." 

 Your lips part, ice cream forgotten. You reach for his hand and rub the length of his arm. When he lets you dote you move in, his shoulder to your chest. "My poor boy. Shall we call a taxi?" 

 "Please," he says, smiling weakly. 

 "Here, let's sit," you look around wildly and spot a bench across the road. You drag him across and sit on the cold curved bench, just outside a multistory car park. 

 Remus looks tired. You tuck your hand behind his back and watch his face. He looks entertained. "I'm okay," he says. 

 You believe him and you also think he must feel very rundown to be honest with you, to not want to keep it all to himself. 

 Your ice cream has dripped everywhere. You don't think you can eat it, worried, so you reach over and drop it into the bin behind the bench, wiping yourself clean with a napkin. Remus doesn't give up. 

 "You stay here. I'll go back to the parlour and use their phone," you say. He nods. 

 When you come back his ice cream is gone and his eyes are closed. 

 "Sorry," he says when you sit, dropping his head onto your shoulder. 

 "It's okay. Don't be sorry," you say, patting his back.

 "I didn't realise," he continues. 

 "Baby," you murmur. 

 He rubs his cheek against your shirt with his eyes still closed and you wait for the taxi, stroking his hair behind his ear. 

 "Thank you for the dance lesson," you say. 

 "You're welcome." 

 "When you're up to it, we should go again. Learn flamenco or something." 

 "You really want to?" he asks. His voice is low and quiet.

 "Why not? The waltz was fun. I always have a good time with you, you know that." 

 "I'd love to see you in a flamenco dress." 

 "Yeah?" you ask, laughing loud. 

 "Yeah." 

 You kiss the tip of his ear and say quietly, "Red's not my colour." 

 "Are you kidding? Every colour is your colour." 

 "You're just saying that 'cos you like my red babydoll." 

 "Yes, I do! Of course I do, and you never wear it. I love it. I love all your fancy underwear…" He yawns. "And all your ratty stuff, too." 

 "Shush," you tell him, flushing. 

 "Especially the daisy ones with a rip near the leg." 

 "I'm leaving you here." 

 Despite claims otherwise you shepherd him into the taxi, out of the taxi, up the flat steps and into your bed. He falls asleep promptly. You watch him for a while, wondering if this is all real. It can't be real, you decide, laying down beside him. No way someone as lovely as him wants this life with you. Keeps choosing you, every day. No way. 

 Remus must feel you, reaching for you in sleep, his arm wrapping around your waist and his hand ghosting the small of your back as he turns on his side. He pushes his palm under your shirt as he pulls you in, skin on skin, fingers loving even as he dozes. 

 You kiss his chin. 

  I love you, you think. 

 The thought feels forbidden, like an electric shock. Remus must feel that too because he makes a small sound and his hand rubs your back soothingly. You don't mean to but you wrap your arms around his ribs and fall asleep, comforted.

 -

 The dance lesson had felt like a good idea, though Remus knew that drawing from a well of energy that wasn't emptying was never a good idea – he always paid for it the next day. Or, as he found himself in the dark, the following night. 

 He could've swore he'd had you beside him but now you're nowhere to be seen, the sheets cool. He sits up with a groan. Everything hurts again, like the day after a moon without the open wounds. 

 You've taken off his shoes. He wiggles his numb toes and feels a disgusting overabundance of fondness for you that needs to be shown immediately, only he can't really stand up. His legs are weak. He trips and sits down again heavily on the bed, scrubbing his face with both hands. 

 "Remus," you whisper questioningly, walking toward the bedroom on light feet. You peel your own door open with infinite care, head peeking through. "Are you awake?" 

 "Yeah," he whispers back. 

 You open the door and smile, changed out of your dance clothes. You're in a cuffed pair of white pajama bottoms with dark blue flowers and a black and white baseball tee. You smell like cinnamon as you sit down beside him, cupping his face in one hand in greeting. You kick your heels on the floor, feet bouncing. He looks at your mismatched socks and feels another wave of fondness. 

 "What are you making?" he asks, throat aching. 

 "Apple pie. You like apple pie, right?" 

 "Love it," he says, elbow brushing yours. 

 "You want a bath?" you ask. 

 "Yeah," he scratches the back of his neck. "Do I have any clean clothes here?" 

 You disappear into the bathroom as he asks, the sound of the shower and then the bath. Bottle caps clip. "I washed some," you say, slightly louder to be heard over the din of the bath filling. You peek out of the bathroom. "Come in. I got bubble bath for you." 

 The room smells of radox muscle soak and almond oil. Remus shuffles into the bathroom and leans against the sink as you titter about dropping things into the bath, getting him a clean towel from the linen cupboard and a new razor from the medicine cupboard. You put everything on the side of the bath and clap your hands together. "That's everything, right?"

 "Thank you, dove." 

 You smile with all your teeth and he loves how you look, though you remember yourself quickly and press your lips together, nodding. "Okie, if you need anything else you can just call me, I'm only keeping an eye on the oven." 

 "Actually," he says before you can leave, pulling his shirt from over his back. His hair flops out around him. "You wanna keep me company?" he asks. Insecure and not. You've had baths together before. You've done worse in the bath with him. 

 You smile. "Yeah, okay," you say, dropping the toilet seat to sit down. 

 He shouldn't complain. There've been many situations where he's stayed dressed and you've been completely nude. If anything, undressed and bared in the bath, he should be saying thank you — he realises now how hard it is to be the only one naked. 

 You bend over so your chest is almost touching your knees, picking at your nails. They've been breaking more and more lately and he knows it's because you don't have the time to take care of them that you had before. He feels a little guilty. How quick you are to take care of him and neglect yourself. 

 He scrubs down quickly and you talk, an easy conversation in your tired voice, late in the evening now, that full day crackle chasing your words. 

 "I got bleach on the jumper you gave me," you confess, reaching forward to wipe shaving foam from behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise how strong that cleaning spray is." 

 "That's okay," he says in between strokes of the razor as he cleans up his neck, "I gave it to you. S'your jumper to do what you like with." 

 "I don't like getting bleach on it," you grumble, cupping his damp shoulder blade. He's no clue why you're doing it but he's the last person who would ever tell you to stop. 

 "You want another one?" he asks. "I don't mind." 

 "So I can ruin it? Thanks, handsome, but I couldn't." 

 You rub your hand into his back, your thumb pushing into a tight knot of muscle. He loves to be called handsome by you, blushing wildly at the compliment. 

 "Oh," you say under your breath, "this is a mean one. How's that?" you ask, massaging the knot with precise movements. 

 His head tilts back unconsciously, a sharp breath leaving him as you work the pain from his back. Far from words, he gives you a small moan. The best he can do, you seem emboldened by his sound and bring your other hand to help. 

 His hair drips lukewarm water down his back. 

 "Remus, I have to go check the pie," you say reluctantly, though you keep massaging. 

 "Uh-huh." 

 You keep going for long minutes before making a sound of self admonishment and standing up. 

 You kiss his wet back. "Sorry," you say. 

 He runs his hand down your arm as you walk past.

 By the time he's washed his hair and climbed out of the cooling tub you've removed the pie from the oven and burned yourself. You hold your steam-bitten fingertips to your mouth with a pained pinch to your brow, though you quickly hide it when you see him in the doorway in boxers with a towel around his neck. 

 "Hey, handsome. You clean up well," you say. 

 "You hurt yourself?" 

 "Mm. On the kettle, not the pie. But I made tea, so…" you say. 

 You hold out your hand. He inspects your raw fingers. "Ouch," he mutters sympathetically, wrapping his fingers around your palm and holding your injured hand to his chest. "Poor girl." He kisses your cheek. 

 You look, embarrassed, down at his tummy. He tries not to suck in. 

 "Stupid girl." 

 "Not stupid," he corrects. "An accident."

 You huff and pull your hand from his, carefully pulling the towel from around his neck. You bring it to the back of his head and wipe at his wet hair, eyes suddenly on his face. Your gaze is intense. 

 "What?" he asks. 

 You just smile. 

 He tries again. "Why're you looking at me like that?" 

 "You're really," you clear your throat, "good-looking. Really really. I love your face." 

 "Dove." 

 "I'm serious. I don't call you handsome for nothing, though you're looking especially lovely today." 

 He catches the hem of your soft shirt in his fingers and toys with it. "Thank you." 

 You beam. "You're welcome. I don't tell you as much as you tell me, and it's not fair, because I think you're the most handsome guy on this whole stupid planet," you say, letting the towel fall to his shoulder again, hands pulling at the ends. 

 "That's enough," he says fondly. 

 "I'm serious. You have these gorgeous eyes, I love brown eyes but yours are seriously something, you have a ring of amber around your pupil that glows . And your nose," you bring your index finger, the not burned one, under his eyes, then over the ridge of his nose, "is my favourite. I love this," you trace over the curve, "and this," the tip. "And your lips," you lean up on your toes, hands braced but very gentle around his throat. Your eyes flit between his eyes, looking steadily into yours, and his mouth. "You have a pretty mouth," you say, and lean in for a kiss. 

 He hates you at that moment. He thinks you're beautiful, and he can't believe that you'd ever adore him so much, and your mouth is supple and arduous against his, and there's nothing he can do beyond this. He wants desperately to make love to you like they do in all the silly romance books, show you exactly how he feels about you, exactly how handsome he finds you. 

 He almost says I love you.  

 The relationship he has with you has often (though obviously not solely) been defined sexually. You work well that way, an understanding between you both before you were even a couple that this rope, this connection, that stretches between you is reciprocated. He thinks it must be obvious that he loves you, though he doesn't want to say anything too soon and weaken a meaning or scare you off or, selfishly, doesn't want to be the only one to say it. He doesn't want to tell you and not have you say it back, and his insecurity won't allow him to believe you would yet.

 Sex between you is a resonance of reciprocation. So he hates you – well, maybe not hatred, but a half second spark of dislike – for being so lovely and evoking this feeling from him when the best way he feels he can show his love is cut off from him. 

 He vows to mess you up badly when his libido returns.

 For now, Remus lets you kiss him with your perfect, pouting mouth, his tasting of mint from his brushing moments ago and yours of apple pie filling he knows you must've been eating as you made it. His eyes close. He can almost see the look on your face anyways, the scrunching of your eyes and the half grin you wear as you kiss him searchingly. 

 You drop back down on your feet and he follows, kissing you until you push his chest away, not unkindly. 

 "Are you hungry?" you ask.

 He isn't really. "Yeah, I could have something." 

 "Good, 'cos I'm starved. Did you see your clothes?" 

 "No?" 

 "They're on the bottom of the bed. Those are clean boxers, right?" 

 He laughs and pinches you for being cheeky. "Of course they are, who do you think I am?" he asks as he turns from you to get dressed. 

 "Just checking!" you call. He can hear you mumbling to yourself and the sounds of the pie tin being clicked open, though he doesn't quite catch what you're saying. Something cruel, he imagines. 

 You're drinking his tea when he makes it back. 

 "You took too long," you say cheekily. He'd tackle you if he had the energy. He makes a mental note to do it another day. 

 The apple pie you've made smells good, though the top is very browned. He knows it's his fault, so he says, "It's perfect." 

 "Don't say 'til you try it." 

 "If what you tasted like earlier is any indication, I'm gonna enjoy it just fine." 

 You're visibly mortified. He pulls you into the cage of his arms and laughs at you loudly when you're reluctant, jabbing at his chest with a grumbling giggle. "Shut up," you say, the up dragged into a five second word. "Did not."

 "You did! Why would I lie about that? Here, let me try you again, we'll see if you still taste like it." 

 Scandalised and seduced at once, Remus raises his hand to your cheek and feels the heat of blood under your skin. You huff a breath out the corner of your mouth and then drop your head back like you've given in, your chin jutting up. "I'll taste like tea now." 

 "Guess I'll have to go looking." 

 Remus dips down slowly, hand moving from the breadth of your cheek to the skin before your ear, fingers besides his index ducking under. He traces the tip of his index over the shell of your ear. 

 "Remus," you say quietly. 

 "What, baby?" 

 You inhale too quick. He wouldn't hear it if it weren't for how quiet the kitchen is. 

 "What?" he asks, even softer. It worries him sometimes how easy you are to upset. It's unnerving, how squishy your emotions are. 

 "I…" You frown, going from an emotion he doesn't quite understand to theatrically happy. You smile big and laugh a laugh he knows isn't quite real before pressing a kiss to his lips. He's startled but the kiss doesn't feel stilted and he's like an addict when it comes to your lips, his own parting underneath you. He steals the lead, mouth closing down onto yours, gentle then less so against your top lip. The curve of your cupid's bow, the edge of your lips. 

 You try clumsily to breath through your mouth and he feels it along with the small vibrations of your happy sounds, your hands tentative at his hips. You pull away to take a little gasp of air before moving back in fast enough that your teeth click together. 

 "Sorry," you say. 

 "S'alright," he says, arm heavy on your shoulder. He turns his head to the side to avoid anymore clicking. "Take it slow, sweetheart. Nowhere else to be," he reminds you mildly.

 You give him a huge skewed kiss. Fast to his slow, he works his way in eventually, feeling like a blessed vessel, a body of white star heat when you're this close. 

 "You do," he says, parting from you to breathe in deeply, his hand behind your shoulder blade gripping your soft shirt tightly. 

 "What?" you ask, sounding as giddy as he feels.

 "You still taste like your pie. Apple and cinnamon and sweetness." 

 You wrap your arms around his neck and plant a chaste peck against his throat. He lets the side of his face fall into the top of your head, your hug a warmth he wouldn't trade for anything. 

 "I don't know if you're being gross or romantic." 

 "Gross," he confirms. "Really gross." 

 "Yeah. Wanna do it again?" 

 He does. 

 -

 Remus aches much less but in new ways as he pushes open the employee door and finds you standing in your sundress with a tote bag over your bare shoulder. 

 The cigarette in his hands goes quickly behind. 

 "I saw it!" you announce merrily, waving from across the street. "It's your lunch break, right?" 

 Remus sits with you on a low wall and watches you kick your feet, an identical tupperware open in both your laps. A week since your apple pie, the plastic houses a freshly made BLT cut into four pieces like he's a kid and a generous slice of millionaire shortbread. 

 "You made this?" he asks. 

 "The sandwich? Yes," you say, covering your mouth with your hand as you swallow a bite of lettuce so crisp he can hear it snap. "The shortbread, no." 

 "It's a good fucking sandwhich," he says, though he hates soggy tomatoes. 

 You beam and bite it back, tucking your dress between your legs to stop the wind from blowing it up. His loss. He decides to own his perverted thoughts rather than just think them guiltily. 

 "It's a nice fucking dress, too," he says. "Really nice." 

 You pull the dress up your thigh and stop just before your underwear. He reaches over and pulls it straight back down. 

 "Stop. Eat your sandwich," he says. Then, at your downtrodden face, "Look, I have hours left of work. Hours. Don't do this to me." 

 You perk up and take a self-satisfied bite of your sandwich. "Sorry," you say through more lettuce. He's fond enough to burst, shuffling up the wall to press his starchy work trousers to your linen covered thigh. The dress is a pale green. He's reminded of your other dress, the cowl neck slip with a small slit up the thigh. 

 "You look really pretty," he says. 

 "Thank you," you murmur, wrapping your arm under his. He almost drops his sandwich in the struggle. 

 Remus tries to kiss your cheek and you move away. "What? Am I not allowed?" he teases. 

 "You'll ruin my makeup." 

 "Oh no," he says, planting a kiss on you anyways. "That's so weird." 

 "What? What happened?" you ask, looking out the corner of your eye like you might be able to see your cheek.

 "Still perfect even after a kiss. Who would've guessed." 

 "That's vile. You're being so sappy," you say cheerily, in juxtaposition with your harsh words as you let your head flop into his shoulder. You skip over the sandwich and take your dessert, smaller than his, to his chagrin, and nibble carefully. 

 He chuckles at your attempt to preserve your lip gloss. 

 "What?" you ask, turning to him in genuine confusion. 

 He takes a swig of your flask, acting as casually as possible, before he swoops down to kiss you. You reciprocate, giving him a handful of sweet kisses where your sticky lips pepper over his. 

 "There," he says, pulling away, "your lipstick is ruined. Eat properly." 

 You smart and touch your lips with your index finger. "You're evil. And it's lip gloss . Gloss. You're lucky it's not lipstick. Next time I'm gonna wear bright red and cover you in it and all your coworkers will know you spent your break bullying me." 

 "Bullying," he repeats. 

 You laugh loud and kiss the corner of his lips before shoving the shortbread into your mouth. "Bullying," you say, after a long pause of chewing. Your cheeks bulge like a chipmunk. He thinks you're insanely beautiful. 

 "I'll show you bullying," he says, clipping the lid back on his tupperware and handing it off to you. He checks the time and finds he's late going back. 

 Remus stands and dusts himself down in a hurry. "I gotta go." He kisses the crown of your head chastely and jogs back to the employee door. "Think about what I said!" he calls without looking back. 

 -

 You think about what he said. You can't not . I'll show you bullying? You're agitated all afternoon waiting for him to come home, sitting in the rumpled sheets of his bed with your legs underneath you and the sundress all creased at the thighs. 

 Why would he say that? You've gone half crazy.

 You push up the skirt of your dress and move your underwear to the side. Already, there's a small mess of wetness from thinking about Remus. You feel bad and also don't; you know it's alright to be turned on about your boyfriend - he's your boyfriend. That's one of many good parts about having Remus, he is ridiculously hot. But… he'll be home any minute now. If you just wait . 

 You push your fingers down your centre, over the bump of your clit and your labia to your entrance and then back up. You're better, though Remus is good, at finding your clit, that small bundle of nerves and you quickly find a rhythm you like, your eyes drifting closed as you try to picture him, recalling things that he's said. You're quickly annoyed by his absence and try to make up for it with your fingers. 

 The door creaks open, your heart jumps in your throat. You pull your skirt back down and tuck your hands under your thighs, sitting pretty the best way you can - not pretty at all. 

 The sound of Remus' bag hitting the floor. His shoes coming off, a groan as he stretches enough to make you flush all over. 

 "Y/N, where are you my love?" 

 You blink rapidly to yourself and don't answer. He finds you soon enough.

 "What's up with you?" he asks, looking you up and down.

 You're not very convincing. "Nothing. I- I missed you." 

 "Yeah?" he asks, climbing onto the bed in front of you, legs to his side. "You look tired." He wipes under your eye with his thumb. 

 You shake your head. 

 "Something else bothering you?" he asks. 

 Lots of things. His tousled hair, his collar peeking out from the open buttons of his polo, the freckles smattered sparingly but undeniable over his skin. His hands where they screw up the sheets and his patient eyes. 

 "You wound me up," you admit. 

 "Did I really?" he asks, sounding happy as a kid in a candy store. 

 "You said-" you start, voice rising quickly. 

 "I know what I said. I was teasing." 

 "You tease well." 

 He grins. "Yeah?" He raises a hand to your knee, drawing circles with his fingertips into your skin. You hear, suddenly, how quiet it is in his room, his entire flat. You'd forgotten to make something for dinner, you think, and then quickly forget when his fingertip climbs. 

 He flattens his palm over your thigh and rubs lightly, back and forth. 

 "Since my break?” he asks.

 Your voice is weaker than you'd like. "For hours." 

 "You didn't…?" 

 "Remus," you chide, embarrassed.

 His hand pushes further under your skirt, "Don't Remus me, baby, just tell me the truth." 

 "You interrupted me." 

 He looks sorry. Sitting up properly, he pushes at your arms until you lie down, head cushioned by his pillows. "Were you close?" he asks gently, pulling your calves from under your thighs, straightening your legs out over his lap. 

 You shake your head. 

 Big, sweeping lines up your legs. "You're so inpatient, you know?" he asks. 

 "You made me this way!" 

 "That's not true, you’ve always been inpatient. But I'll get you on record saying it, if that's okay?" he asks, hands rubbing and rubbing, pressure slowly increasing. "'Cos last time I wound you up, what was it you said…" 

 "I didn't-" 

 "Shhhh," your boyfriend says, spreading your legs slowly, hand coasting over your inner thigh. He squeezes the soft fat there, thumb pressing to the skin between your thigh and your cunt. "You said I was a teasing, cruel demon, if I remember." 

 "A lovable demon." 

 "Uh-huh, and what was after that?" 

 His eyes move to yours, maybe for permission. You nod, and his thumb slides lightly under the abused material of your underwear. He pauses, and you say, "A wretched-" 

 "A wretched bastard," he finishes, chuckling. "So if anything, you'd think I would've taught you to be patient." 

 You hold your breath as he pulls your underwear aside, his fingers quick to press against your sensitive cunt. They're cold enough to make you jump. "Sorry," he murmurs, pushing his palm up, thumb brushing over your clit. "You're always so ticklish." 

 "You have cold hands," you say.

 Remus smiles and lifts one of your legs to meet his mouth as he leans down, kissing your thigh, a distraction as he collects leaking slick and eases the beginnings of two fingers into your entrance. He doesn't comment on how you're already wet though he looks at you knowingly, a small smile on his face. 

 "What were you thinking about?" he asks, wrists bent so he can focus on your aching clit. His fingers are tentative as he goes, though you're more than relaxed, curving against your walls. 

 "You," you whisper.

 "Lucky me," he says. He moves his hand from you to rest atop your chest, always cautious as he catches your lips in a kiss. 

 You hold his face in place as you kiss up, gasping just slightly into his mouth as he continues his ministrations on your cunt. 

 He takes his time, cruelly, and you regret ever thinking that he's made you inpatient. He's drawing it out, thumb moving in tandem against the aflame nerves in your clit. 

 He murmurs as he goes. "You're making such a mess, dove," he says, fingers stretching down to rub up slick.

 He's enjoying how wet you are. It's awful, your tummy shaken by abashed butterflies. 

 "My girl's always so messy, aren’t you?" he asks, lips parting over the corner of your mouth, a little lower, the hint of his teeth scratching your jaw. 

 You don't answer, cupping the back of his head as he sucks a small bruised moon into your skin. He licks it after he's done. "See, I make a mess, but I clean it up right after." 

 His fingers push against something soft inside you and you sigh, though you recover quickly to argue with him. "I'm not sure that's true, baby," you say quietly. 

 He lifts his head. "No?" 

 You shake your head, licking your lips and rubbing them together before you say, "I usually clean your mess up for you." 

 You don't mean to insinuate that he should clean up any of your mess, you're really just speaking from memory. You say it because you like cleaning up his mess. He finds it hot and you do too. His eyes narrow. 

 "Yes, you do," he agrees, something openly calculating on his face. 

 He pushes your head into the pillow and kisses the underside of your jaw lovingly, then your neck, moving slow enough that you don't realise he's travelling until he's kissing over your clothed chest, your tummy. He pushes your skirt up and you catch his arms, not stopping him so much as holding him. 

 He kisses the curve of your tummy. Where his hand had struggled during deep kisses it doubles down now, his long fingers working a small puddle of slick from you. He pulls out and pinches your clit lightly. "Let me take these off," he says, more to himself than you as he pulls your underwear from under your hips and down your legs. 

 He drops them somewhere in the bunches of his duvet. 

 "You're beautiful," he says, staring into your eyes. You melt, watching as his eyes travel down the length of your body. "The first time I saw you, I don't know if you remember it, but I couldn't believe how perfect you are." He lowers his voice. "Perfect everywhere," he says. 

 You giggle ferociously, a terrible wave of them that infects him quickly. 

 "I'm not kidding," he says. 

 "I know you're not. I'm far from perfect, Lupin." 

 "Perfect to me. With the prettiest cunt," he adds, kisses skipping over the very top of your cunt. He plasters your thighs in little pecks. 

 "Bet you say that to all your girls," you say. 

 Remus looks at you from under your lashes. "Only you," he says, practically drenched in fondness that makes you unbearably happy before his lips come down on your heat. 

 A shock. You squirm and he pushes down on your thighs, holding them flat to the bed as your whimpers begin. 

 You push the hair from his eyes and take a great handful when he kisses and licks your entrance. If you weren't lying down you might've needed to, a quiet roaring in your ears as Remus eats you out, sucking at your clit mercilessly. 

 You huff out a breath as a tension builds in your abdomen, a tightness in your trembling thighs. His hands move from atop to underneath, pulling your core closer to his face, devouring your wetness like a man possessed as he encourages your calves over his shoulders. Your thighs squeeze around his and you're so close you feel the tears building. His hair too far away to pull in this new position, you settle for grabbing at his hands. 

 "Remus, can I- I'm gonna-" 

 And like that, he stops. 

 You're surprised, hips bucking once towards him. He looks at you from between your thighs. His wet lips pull into a smirk. 

 "Bullying," you mumble. 

 "Yeah, bullying," he confirms. He's gentle as he pushes your legs off of his shoulders, hands massaging your shaking thighs. "You didn't think it was gonna be that easy, did you?" 

 You know if you asked him to, he'd make you cum, but he knows you well – you like to play the game. 

 "Wan' another kiss?" he asks. 

 You wipe his face with the back of your hand as he falls back on top of you, holding him an inch from your lips. 

 That pesky L word. You let yourself think it, let it infect your system rather than blurt it now. I love you, you think, eyes on his. His pupils are blown. 

 The kiss starts tentative despite an overfamiliarity, Remus hitting your nose with his until you open your mouth. He nips at your lips, takes the top one between his and suckles until it feels sore. He kisses it better, closed and slow but then impatient as he opens his mouth. You open yours, hands slack as his tongue pushes into yours and you taste yourself, sweet and salty. 

 He pushes his hips into yours, pelvis' grinding. His damp hands pull at the bottom of your face and his hips drive in, your wet ruining his trouser, a certain smoothness to the friction as fabric pushes into your exposed clit, never enough to reach your climax. You mewl, arms around his waist and dragging, begging for relief in the way your hips roll. 

 "You're making a huge mess of us," he says teasingly, dulcet, "after I just cleaned you up, too." 

 "Remus, please," you say, finally cracking, quicker than you wanted to, but his closeness has you desperate. "Can I cum? Will you…" 

 "You want my hands or my mouth?" he asks, pressing a wet kiss under your lip. 

 "Anything," you pant. "Anything." 

 "Don't worry. I've got you," he says, lifting his hips from yours to reach down. 

 He starts to toy with your clit, slippery, loose circles that grow tighter as he goes, laying sloven kisses over your face, your lips as your breathing accelerates. "Are you close?" he asks. "How's that?" 

 "Yeah, I'm, I'm close," you promise, squeezing his ribs tightly as the feeling builds. 

 "Take your time, lovely," is all he says.

 He's back to kissing, bites and bruises all over your throat as you cum under his touches, only lifting up to encourage you, "There you go." 

 He stops touching but doesn't stop kissing as you come down. As soon as you collect yourself you're cuddling up to him, bashful and sweaty but very, very happy. 

 "Can we keep going?" you ask. You bite your lip. "I mean, we don't have to. I can take care of you-" 

 "You want me to fuck you?" he asks. 

 "Please." 

 "Don't say please. I should be saying please to you. I want you so badly," he says in a rush, climbing off of you. 

 You sit up and reach for the crumpled edge of your skirt, pulling it off and leaving yourself completely nude, breasts soft from being squished underneath his chest. You pinch at your nipples self-consciously and bring your palms flat to your chest, looking up to find Remus has stripped his shirt and is shirking out of his trousers and boxers at once. 

 You grin at his hard cock, feeling extremely obsessed with him in an awful, chest eating way. 

 "Don't look so," he gestures at your face, crawling towards you with his cock in his hand, "that . You know what you do to me." 

 "Don't know what you're talking about," you murmur. 

 Remus smiles, really smiles, more earnest than anyone should be. "You're so fucking pretty, I mean it. I know I'm a broken record, I know, but I can't believe you're my girl. Look at you," he says, hand pushing into your tummy. 

 You laugh nervously, "Don't push on me, I think I need to pee." 

 "You want to go now?" he asks.

 You shake your head vehemently. "No, it's okay. Just don't push on my bladder." 

 He lines his cock up with your cunt and his hands work your thighs up, holding them an inch from your arse. "Is this okay?" 

 "That's good," you say, covering his hands with yours. "Remus-" you say, before he can push in. He stops and looks at you quizzically. "I can't believe you're mine, either." 

 He beams. He’s deitific.

 Remus starts slowly, bending over you, eyes on yours as he pushes in, as he bottoms out. You feel the mushy pleasure of being stretched out by his generous endowment, the sparking pleasure as he reaches deep inside you, his hips rolling into yours rhythmically. 

 You're quickly close to tears, every thrust adding to a well of overwhelming pleasure that rises over you. 

 "Can you go faster?" you ask. 

 He grins. "I'll go however you want me to." 

 His hips snap, his breathing starts to hike. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs get pushed into your abdomen in the desperation of it, Remus rocking into you at an unforgiving pace. You're blissed out, reaching down to rub your clit as he anchors himself behind your shoulders. 

 "You gonna give me another one?" he asks. 

 "Uh-huh." 

 "Good girl," he says, and you burn. "Tell me how you want it." 

 He slows, thrusts deep and moulding, seated inside you he digs for your soft spot and something twinges in you, almost hurting. You ask him to do it again and he's more than happy to oblige, babbling praise at you as he fucks you so well you can't breathe properly. 

 "More," you say stupidly, close to a second. "More, Remus, please." 

 "I'm all out," he teases, though he knows what you're asking, hammering into you until your hips ache and the sound of his skin slapping into yours has echoed through the room. 

 He covers your hand with his when he feels you falter and pushes you over the edge, your second orgasm twice as potent as the first. You seize up completely around him, cunt contracting down, hand slipping. Remus pushes into your clit until you gasp. 

 "Wait a second," you say. He stops, pulling out, hand tugging at the reddened head of his cock. 

 You stretch underneath him and hold a hand to your overstimulated clit. Your thighs shake as you force pillows behind your head to change position, hips angled down. Your stomach aches, but Remus is close, you can tell. 

 You pull him forward and his cock spreads you open again, the feeling bringing with it a wave of goosebumps. Remus has barely filled you up before he pulls out, frowning at your expression.

 "Remus-" 

 "It's hurting?" he asks. He rubs your waist. "It's okay, we don't have to. Did I get too rough?" 

 You look at the space above him rather than his face. "No. I mean. I mean, it is hurting a bit. S'like a pinch. But you didn't go too rough. Just aches when you get all the way in." 

 Remus' hands are stern on your legs. "Thanks for telling me," he says, mouth searching for your knee. He plants kisses around your kneecap in a circle. 

 You're frowning. "Remus, it's fine." 

 "I don't want to fuck you if it hurts, yeah? I don't want to do that to you. It's supposed to be fun all the way through, right?" he asks. 

 You go hot. "I'm sorry." 

 He sighs through a smile. "Baby, listen," he says, reaching for your hands. "It's fine. Perfectly fine. One hundred percent. Are you okay? Out of ten." 

 "Ten," you say firmly. 

 He looks relieved. "That's all that matters." 

 "You want me to…" 

 "Do you want to?" he asks, squinting at you. "I don't want a pity handjob." 

 You laugh at his joke, abrupt enough to choke on it, reaching for his shoulders to pull him down beside you. He turns obligingly onto his back and you're still laughing as you twist to hover over his chest. 

 "It's not from pity, idiot. You're still really fucking hot, you know." 

 "How hot?" 

 "Burning," you say, hand spreading over his chest, running down behind you to search blindly for his aching cock. You cup his neck and kiss him quickly on the lips before changing direction, attention on his cock, its weeping tip. 

 You lap at the wetness dripping down his shaft and kiss up.

 Remus moans under his breath, thighs seizing as you mouth his cock. You pump the bottom of his shaft as you go, humming lightly into his tip. His hand moves over your back, hand cupping your arse as he takes a big handful, giving it a good squeeze which has you giggling before he pulls you towards him, fingers moving down your slit. He searches for your clit and it tingles under his light ministrations. 

 Every shock has you moaning into his cock, which in turn gets him going. He dissolves under your touches  Your knees dig into the mattress springs as you centre your weight, hands braced on his pelvis as you take him into your mouth. 

 The poor boy doesn't last long, his moans a rare drug you're more than addicted to, ramping up as you suck his cock. He moans your name, his hand at the back of your head, and you pull back, palming his cock towards your open mouth so he can cum over your face. This is what finishes him off. 

 You milk every last drop of pearlescent cum you can and clean him off for good measure. He goes lax underneath you as you kiss his softening cock, pulling you away gently after a while.

 "That's enough. You'll rile me up again." 

 "Oh no," you tease.

 "Stop it," he says, faux stern. "You'll kill me." 

 "That would be a tragedy," you admit, resting the side of your head on his rising chest, arm squished underneath you. Your fingers feel for his heart. 

 His eyes close. You take the time to memorise his features, fascinated, only disturbing him to comb your fingers through his sweaty, dishevelled hair. 

 "Sorry about… not being able to finish." 

 "Dovey," he murmurs. His lips don't show it but his eyes frown a little as he pulls you into his chest, thumb wiping your face clean roughly but without any malintent. "Don't be sorry. We both had a good time, right? And it's not your fault at all. It's likely my fault." 

 "How?" 

 "We can be quite rough," he says, like he's amused that you have to ask. 

 "'We' is the right word. I ask for it that way and I like it." 

 His head tips back. "Trust me, I know." Then, with a huff, "So no more apologies. Please, dove. I don't mind that we had to stop. And you took very good care of me," he says, blinking at you. "Yeah? So it's all perfect as long as you're perfect. Are you?" 

 "I am," you agree, nodding. You're fine, though you need to pee, and the aching was unfortunate but not the end of the world. 

 "You admit it." 

 It takes you a few seconds to catch up. "Oh, shut up." 

 "No, you said it! 'I am'. I heard it." 

 "Stop," you say into his skin, wrapping your arms around his back. He hugs you close, and you cuddle until you can't bear the pressure in your bladder anymore. 

 You almost fall off of the bed in your hurry to use the bathroom. Remus joins you in the bathroom a few minutes later, finds you standing in front of the running shower, shivering. 

 "You're cold?" he asks. 

 "I'm naked." 

 "Me too, but I'm not cold."

 "No need to rub it in," you say, pushing your hand under the spray. It's mostly warm. 

 You climb in and leave the curtain open, taller than Remus for once as you ask him, "Are you coming in?" 

 He really shouldn't. His shower is precariously small, and you have to stand tummy to tummy to fit. It ends up a mess; you're cold when you’re not under the spray and he's too tall to reach it when you are. Still, it's fun, and you love him and you laugh, and he pulls you into his chest for a hug under the hot spray, water sloughing over the two of you, reaching between your bodies like hot kisses.

 "Still cold?" he asks. 

 "Nuh-uh," you hum.

 His hands slide over the wet plane of your back. You cling to him, face pushed into his chest. You can feel as he drops his chin to his chest, pressing his nose into your wet hair. He cups the back of your head, holding you in place as he drops water heavy kisses into your ear, the shell, the lobe. 

  I love you, you mouth into his skin. It's almost as good as telling him aloud would be; you feel unstoppered. 

 Your legs get tired and you know he must be too. You give his chest a final reverent nestle and pull away to wash. 

 A little later you sit on the end of his stripped bed in his clothes, hair wet still, apologetic. "Sorry, Remus." 

 "We should really use a towel," he says, pulling a clean sheet from the cupboard with a grimace. 

 "Probably."

 You take the top ends of the sheet into your hands and tuck the corners as Remus pulls the bottom corners down and lifts up the mattress to do the same. As soon as he's done you lay out on the fresh sheet, clean and tired. Only one thing left to do, you decide. 

 "Shall we order a takeaway?" you ask. 

 You scream as Remus throws himself onto the bed next to you, hand to your heart. 

 "You read my mind," he says, stealing your arm to pull into his chest. He looks so young when he smiles like that, you think. Mischievous. "Chinese food?" 

 "We need sustenance," you say agreeably. "Big day tomorrow." 

 -

 The Grand Frog Palace opening is marked by the worst weather Britain has ever seen. 

 You stand at the patio doors with James, the rest of his friends behind you chattering in the kitchen, grazing the selection of party foods James and Lily had painstakingly prepared. 

 "It's okay," you say, patting your friend's arm consolingly.

 "I wish I was dead." 

 "James!" You slap his arm. "Don't say that." 

 He slumps in the doorway. Rain attacks your bare arms and your socks, bouncing up from the floor and over the threshold. 

 You're dressed very casually, to James' horror. You and Remus seem to have missed the memo, or at least the general idea of one, that tonight is a black tie event. Everyone is dressed nicely. Remus is dressed well, though not in a button down and slacks, and you're dressed like Remus - jeans and a short sleeve t-shirt. 

 "Well, I guess it's over," he sighs morosely, loosening the tie from his neck. 

 "What?" 

 "Nobody wants to see the ribbon cutting ceremony. Lily said I can't force people to stand in the rain, so…"

 "I will," you say. "Remus will too."

 "What will I do?" The boy in question calls across the room, ears pricked by his name. 

 James turns to him with a huge grin. "You're a good friend, Moony." 

 Remus pales considerably. "Doesn't fill a man with confidence." 

 "For my son’s frogs," James declares ten minutes later, water dripping down his nose, fogged up glasses hiding his eyes, "and, by extension, my son, the light of my life, sorry Lils, who I would die for, sorry Lils again, I present the Grand Frog Palace. A labour of love, the Palace has been a great source of joy and misery." You look between the Palace, wet but amazing, intricate woodwork with soil and plants and a pool, housing what must be at least a few of his frogs, and Remus, who's looking at you. "We have sacrificed hours of hard work, Lily's sanity and at least 47 galleons. Sirius did nothing, Moony pretended to, Frank laughed at it, and Y/N caulked all the windows. Cheers!"

 He ducks down to cut the small red ribbon with a pair of miniature scissors. It takes a while. The ends fall to the sodden floor, and you set about whooping as loudly as you can. 

 "Whooooo!" you shout, clapping aggressively. Remus pulls his hand away from where he'd been shielding your head to clap as well, Frank clapped his wrist because his hand was holding a bottle of beer and Sirius stared at everyone in amusement from under his umbrella. 

 James smiles. "Thanks, guys. I think maybe we'll save the tour for another day. I can't see." 

 You hurry back into the house, the last ones in, soaking wet and beaming with Remus' hand in yours. There'll be a spell to dry you off and a hot mug of tea to drink in a second, but for now – he looks gorgeous. Hair dark with rain and eyes darker under his rugged brows, his scars standing out like shiny Mercury, his lips and his pouty cupid's bow. You grab for his wet hair and pull his face to yours, kissing him quick and hard. His eyebrows furrow and he returns the kiss with vigour, hands buried in the collar of your shirt.

 You set back down on your heels, worried about making a scene, but nobody's watching. There's laughter and wine and plates upon plates of party food, music drifting down the hallway. 

 His eyes open, rainwater running down his face like tears. "What's that for?" 

 You pull him in for another kiss. You don't understand why he would ever need to ask.

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the fake date plot | part 2.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 4.7k

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James passed a note to you after you sat down for Transfiguration. It was the start of a drawing. You added a few details before passing it back to him. The two of you kept doing that the whole class. It wasn’t really to make people think anything but every little bit counted. You could feel his friends’ eyes on the two of you, burning holes into your back.

You supposed you would be confused too but it’s not like the story was unbelievable. You and James were class partners and talked every day until you became friends and then something more. But were you guys moving too fast as friends? You didn’t have time to think about that because class was ending and James stood up before turning back to look at you. 

“Do you actually share a dorm with Lily, Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas?” 

“Yeah,” you said as you packed up your textbooks. “Why?” 

You and James were now walking through the hallways together. He shook his head. 

“No reason. They just mentioned it when I said I invited you to the party.” 

“Sorry again that I couldn’t go.” 

“Don’t mention it, not a problem. But you can make it up to me.” 

“Oh no, how?” 

“Ravenclaw’s having a party, come with the rest of us.” 

“Ravenclaw?” 

James raised an eyebrow as he answered you with a yes. He had sent you an owl yesterday evening to tell you the plan. You knew there was a party and you were going to say yes. Why were you suddenly acting like the entire plan didn’t exist? 

“I don’t really know, Xeno is gon—” 

“Y/N, stop.” James realized the problem. “We’re going to the party, you’re gonna show him how hot you are, and you’re going to be the baddest bitch at the party and make Xenophilius Lovegood want to show you how he loves good. Now say it with me.” 

“That was a horrible pun.” 

“Y/N, say it.” 

James swung his school bag over his shoulder and went to grab your shoulders. He shook you a little before moving his hands to cup your face, squishing your cheeks a little. He chuckled softly at you looking like a chipmunk. You looked him up and down as best as you could. Seeing him away from a school desk, James was taller than you thought. He always seemed like a short king when you were just class partners. He gave you a pointed look. You took a deep breath.  

“I’m going to be the baddest bitch at the party,” you whispered. 

“More confidence.”

“I’m gonna be the baddest bitch at the party!” 

“And?” 

“I’m going to make Xenophilius Lovegood… realize I’m a bad bitch?” 

“Good enough.” 

You went your separate ways at the top of the staircase, you going to History and him going with his friends to Charms. James ignored the others, not even bothering to fill Wormtail in when he entered the classroom. He was thrown off script and didn’t know what to tell them that would help the plan. They just saw him try to help you figure out how to get with Xeno. 

The other three weren’t focused on that. They were focused on James daring to call another girl hot in the public of the corridors. He was so head over heels for Lily that he would normally never dare someone misconstruing his words about another woman. You two must have been closer than they thought if he was willing to risk being overheard.

Of course they didn’t say anything when you waved to James at lunch before sitting with Alice and her roommates at the Hufflepuff table — sitting with James wasn’t supposed to start happening for another nine days. 

They did, however, say something when James started leaving his dorm early. Remus set down his book when he saw James putting on his shoes. 

“Mate, where are you going? The party isn’t for another two hours or so and you’re not dressed.” 

“Y/N wanted help getting dressed.” 

James ignored their laughing and went up to the girls’ dorm to find you. He knocked on your door only to be greeted by Marlene. 

“Why the fuck are you here?” 

“Hello, Marls. This is a new way of saying hi to me.” 

“Well, we’re in the middle of getting ready so we don’t have time right now, James.” 

“Is Y/N in there?” 

“She’s in the shower.” 

“Great. Are you all dressed? Can I come in?” 

Marlene swung the door open in confusion. James made himself comfortable on the only empty bed, assuming it was yours. He noticed the room looked like the Marauders’ dorm. You must have suggested it to them. He stared at the ceiling while the other girls watched his every movement. They all piled onto Lily’s bed to just stare at him. He turned his head towards the bathroom door when your humming turned into full blown sing-screaming. 

He looked at your nightstand, spotting a sewing machine and a book of patterns. James flipped through the book until you finally came out. You jumped when you opened the bathroom door. Still in your towel, you forgot you had asked James to help you get dressed. He sat up and immediately slapped his hand over his eyes. 

“Give me your best outfit,” he said. 

You went to your wardrobe and took out the outfit you had prepared. James took his hand away when you tapped him on the shoulder. You frowned when he didn’t clap. The boy in front of you shrugged. 

“Is there a second outfit?” 

You found something else only to barely step out of the bathroom before James shook his head. You kept finding outfits only for each to be rejected. Annoyed, you came back out in just a towel.  

“None of your outfits say that you’re hot,” James reasoned. 

“To you. What if Xeno likes it?” 

“Well, actually, I liked the last five outfits. Look, I asked Wormtail to ask the Dueling Club guys he’s friends with to find out what catches Lovegood’s eye at a party.” 

“You did?” 

“You’re welcome. And while you dress absolutely adorable for you, you just look cute.” 

“I don’t have anything else.” 

James opened the bag he came in with, dumping it out on your bed. “Which is why I am your designer for the evening. So, go ahead. Pick something.” 

You stared at all the clothes on the bed. James had a lot of random t-shirts and jeans. Very tight looking leather pants stood out the most. You were a bit curious what he could possibly do with those. You ended up putting on the pants, a Zonko’s t-shirt, and a hoodie. James clapped his hands before moving to your desk. He grabbed some white chalk and kneeled down in front of you. 

“Question.” 

“Answer.” 

“Do you want it slutty on top or slutty on the bottom?” 

“Um, I don’t really own any bras that make your cleavage nice.” 

James nodded as he marked the clothes. “Hot pants it is. I am so happy you have a sewing machine by the way.” 

He finished marking the spots on the fabric to cut before closing his eyes so you could take the clothes off and put a towel back around you. James moved to the sewing machine at your desk. You sat on your bed and watched him start cutting fabric. 

“Wait. You know how to sew but you can’t mend a hole in a jumper?” 

“Knits scare me.” 

“When did you even learn to sew?” 

“I’m an only child of elderly rich parents. I basically did everything with them when I was little… Here, is the hemming enough on the shorts or do you need the waist altered?” 

You laughed as you zipped them up. “You can see cheek!” 

“That’s kind of the point,” he said, turning around to check the fit. He looked up at your roommates. “Ladies, do you want outfits? Lily?” 

They stuttered through “no, thank you” as they just watched him, making note to definitely ask for an outfit later. You had to admit that James was a good wingman. He finished the outfit after what felt like forever to you but wasn’t very long at all.

Hesitantly, you put on the backless halter top made from the Zonko’s t-shirt and the leg warmers made from the hoodie sleeves. Your roommates made you blush with all the compliments they were throwing out as they found their own outfits. 

“You are full of surprises, James Potter,” you said as you searched your trunk for the platform shoes he suggested you wear. “What else can you do?” 

“Badminton, fencing, candy making, bowtruckle relocating, charm creating, bartending. Oh, I make an absolutely smashing saffron risotto. The trick is using gillywater instead of elf wine.”       

“Interesting.” 

James nodded as he took his own clothes into the bathroom to change. His outfit was much more understated, just jeans and a tank top. Over it was a thick corduroy button down that he left open with the sleeves rolled up because you told him you caught Lily staring at him at lunch when he had his uniform sleeves scrunched up past his elbow. 

He walked to Ravenclaw with you and your roommates, figuring the rest of the marauders were already there. Before you could walk off to go find Alice somewhere in the sea of bodies, James grabbed your elbow. He leaned down right by your ear just in case someone overheard. 

“Don’t forget, save me a dance towards the end of the night.” 

“Got it.” 

You patted him on the shoulder and went to go find your friend. Alice’s eyes widened when she saw you coming towards her. Heat rose to your face when she wolf-whistled. Your friend placed a bottle of gigglebeer in your hand. You took a swig, face scrunching up at the initial taste before a little laugh escaped you. 

“Do you want to dance? I want to dance!” 

You started jumping up and down to the music before receiving an actual answer. Another bottle was placed in your hands the moment you finished the first one. Your feet couldn’t handle the jumping in platform shoes anymore so you settled for swaying. You lost sight of Alice after twirling too much. Shrugging your shoulders, you tried to find your roommates or James. 

You incessantly tapped on the back of some brunette that was taller than you. The man stopped talking to turn around. Your eyes went wide at seeing Xenophilius’ friend — Xeno was the person he had been speaking to. 

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else… Have you seen my roommates?” you yelled over the loud music. 

Xeno eyed you up and down. You remembered what James said on the way to the party and turned around. While you pretended to look for your roommates, you gave your crush a view of your open back top and your leather shorts that had surely ridden up by now and exposed more cheek. A hand on your shoulder made you turn back around. 

“I like your outfit,” Xeno said. Up close, you could see his face was flushed from the alcohol. 

“Thank you! James made it for me.” 

“Potter?” 

“I don’t know any other Jameses.” 

“Where is he now?” 

You shrugged before pointing to his nearly empty drink. “Are you gonna finish that?” 

“No, I’m not really a fan of Phoenix Sours. I’m gonna get a firewhiskey from the table.” 

He handed you the drink. You were ready to dance again, happy that the music had picked back up. You grabbed Xeno by the bicep and tried to drag him to the middle of the room. 

“Come dance with me!” 

“Let me get a drink first.” 

“Okay! I’m gonna dance!”   

You watched him go to the drinks table but went to the middle of Ravenclaw’s common room. A large smile reached your face when you found the person you were originally looking for. 

“Jamie! Oops, sorry, too loud. Jamie,” you said in an exaggerated whisper. “Hi, Lily.” 

“Hello, tipsy,” she said. “James, I’ll let you know when the poker circle is finished or whatever we end up doing.”  

“Sounds good,” he said before turning his attention on you. “Glad you remembered that dance.”  

You both held each other’s free hand and just wiggled around for a little bit. You were on cloud nine from the gigglebeer. James spun you around so his chest was flush against your back. His hand rested on your waist as the two of you swayed and grinded to the rhythm. Checking to see where Xeno was, James angled the two of you to be in the man’s eyeline. 

Your eyes were closing until your dance partner suddenly stopped. With a pout, you turned around to find out why. His friends and your roommates were standing there, inviting the two of you to the small circle in the corner of the common room playing a mixture of truth or dare, who’s most likely to, and go fish. Xenophilius’ group was there as well. 

“Okay!” 

You stumbled before actually making it to the circle. James steadied you. He turned you around to see your eyes half shut.  

“Y/N, how much have you had to drink?” 

“I don’t know,” you mumbled with a shrug. “Like five?” 

“Like five?” 

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I love alcohol!” 

James laughed. “Is this your first time drinking?” 

“How’d you know?” 

You shuddered before dropping your head on James’ chest. He began to take off his corduroy button down. You sighed in relief at the warm fabric covering your shoulders, letting your friend move your arms into the sleeves of the shirt. 

“Alright, let’s get you someplace to lay down… Hey, guys, I think Y/N is done partying. I’m gonna take her back to Gryffindor.” 

The others pouted because James could be the life of the party but said their goodbyes. You wiggled out of his hold to say goodnight to everyone. Your roommates laughed as you gave everyone in the circle a sloppy kiss on the cheek, including Xeno and his friends. 

“Goodnight, everyone. I love you.” 

“We love you too, Y/N.” 

You stumbled once more. James stopped you. The party circle watched him kneel down to undo the straps on your platforms. James put the shoes in your hands, making you promise to hold on to them tightly. You nodded with the utmost seriousness. He turned around, still kneeling. 

“Okay, get on.” 

Clumsily, you did as he said. “Ooh, Jamie, you’re tall.” 

“Yes, bug.” 

“Jamie?” 

“Yes, bug?” 

“You’re very strong.” 

He laughed as you left Ravenclaw. “I’d hope so, I am captain of the quidditch team. Plus, I’m the one who carries Moony’s sorry ass back through the castle.” 

“Why do you have to carry Remus?” 

“Um, he’s a lightweight like you.” 

“I’m not a lightweight.” 

“Do you know how much alcohol is in gigglebeer?” 

“A lot.” 

“Not nearly as much as you think. Like I said, lightweight.” 

James was certain you fell asleep by the time he reached Gryffindor tower. Your head was slumped on his shoulder and you weren’t babbling anymore. He didn’t think letting you be alone in your room was a smart idea so he took the stairs on the right to go up to his dorm. You woke up when he set you down on the bathroom counter. 

“Accio Y/N’s bathroom stuff.” 

James started sorting through your stuff and you just looked at him. He organized everything in a row so he could get started helping you. James uncapped the tube of toothpaste to spread it on your toothbrush. You sighed as he ran the toothbrush under the running water of the faucet. 

“Jamie, you’re really pretty.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Not as pretty as Xeno.” 

“Well, I don’t think anyone’s beating Xeno in your eyes. Open.” 

You let him brush your teeth, looking him in the eye the entire time. James was careful as he washed your face. He made sure the foam cleanser didn’t get in your eye and that water from the towel didn’t drip all over you. He held you by the shoulders. 

“Can you manage a shower by yourself?” 

You took a breath. “No.” 

“At least you’re honest,” he muttered. “Do you want my help or do you just want to change? Y/N, understand me. It means you will be naked in front of me.” 

You nodded. “Help please.” 

“Okay.” He looked at the shower. “You aren’t getting in that without an accident.” 

James added the plug to the sink and let the water run until the basin was filled up. He told you, as he soaked a washcloth, that he was gonna help you wash the bottom half first and then the top half. James looked you in the eye, not moving his gaze from anywhere that wasn’t your face. He helped you into a pair of his briefs and his sweatpants before setting you back on the counter. 

“What’s so funny?” he asked while passing the washcloth up and down your back. 

“Most people stare at my boobs, Mary says they’re really nice.” 

“I’m sure they are.” He helped put his quidditch sweatshirt on you. “What did you say?” 

“I’m sorry I made you leave the party early,” you said once you popped your head out of the sweatshirt. 

“None of that. I didn’t realize you never drank before. I would’ve taken you out to Hog’s Head first to know your limit.” 

“But you were going to do something with Lily.” 

“It was just a card game with everyone else, nothing even remotely romantic. We’re in the same friend group.” 

“Oh, right.” 

“You need sleep.” 

James made sure you were actually in bed first before he went to take a shower and change. You snuggled into a pillow and listened to his singing. It was actually sweet sounding, very different from what you expected him to sound like. 

He was shocked, as he exited the bathroom putting on his glasses, to see you were still up. He held up your wand, telling you he was putting it on his desk at the head of his bed so you could find it in the morning. Your hand shot out from underneath the comforter to grab his wrist. 

“Don’t sleep on the floor. The carpet isn’t very soft.” 

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded. James set up a pillow barrier between the two of you and bid you goodnight. He set his glasses on the nightstand right next to him that blocked his face from the rest of the room. The two of you let the darkness lull you to sleep. 

The other marauders came in a little after midnight. They were going to ask James if he successfully got you to your room but the lights were off and their friend was already asleep. They’d annoy him in the morning. 

Peter was the first one up when the sunlight came streaming through the windows. Remus and Sirius were up when he came back into the room carrying a large tray of breakfast foods he convinced the house elves to give him. Remus looked over at where James was still knocked out. 

“Should we put something on the nightstand?” 

At the agreement of the other two boys, he set a plate down along with a cup of water and a cup of fizzy orange juice. The three marauders all sat on Sirius’ bed, talking and eating. Peter and Remus looked over when Sirius squeaked. You had risen up from your sleep, stretching with an audible pop from one of your elbows. Rubbing your eyes, you just sat up for a moment. 

“I hate alcohol.” 

With your eyes half-shut you went to go use the bathroom and brush your teeth. James woke up at the sound of the toilet flushing. He sat up, excited to see food on the nightstand. The marauders all locked eyes as you came out of the bathroom. 

“Good morning,” you said with a wave. 

“This is so weird,” Peter muttered. 

“Okay, I’ll say it.” Sirius set down his strip of bacon. “What the fuck is going on between the two of you? First you tell her to show Xeno how hot she is, next thing she’s sleeping in your bed wearing your quidditch stuff.” 

You and James looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Improv still wasn’t your strongest suit, even with a fake dating idea. You kind of planned on letting James fabricate the entire story from the start of your relationship to the eventual fake breakup. You flopped over to the bed, laying behind James and burying your face in the pillow.

James was fiddling with his fingers while trying to come up with any answer that wouldn’t derail your entire fake dating plot. There were still two weeks before you two were supposed to become more than friends and another weeks before he publicly asked you to be his girlfriend — there were going to be white roses and a performance featuring the singing toad choir. 

“We were going to ask him for a threesome.” 

Everyone’s eyes went wide. You pulled James down and threw the comforter over both of your heads. The other three men, still in shock, watched your hand stick out of the bed and pat the nightstand to find his wand. Shortly after, the curtains were pulled around the bed and the silencing charm was cast. 

“Did you really just say that?” you asked him.  

“I panicked.” 

“So we’re dating now?” 

“I guess.” 

“Our original story doesn’t work anymore. You haven’t seen me doing karaoke at Three Broomsticks with Alice and Dorcas before I dragged you on stage and we sang a duet that had so much tension everyone wouldn’t be surprised if we started dating.” 

“Right, right. Never mind then. I’ll figure something out.” 

“Like how you said we wanted to invite Xenophilius for a threesome?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“I did until just now… Fine. Let’s do this.” 

You and James put the curtain back at the ends of the four-post bed. He scratched the back of his head while you decided to grab the plate and eat breakfast. 

“We were going to ask Xeno if he wanted to participate in relations with us but Y/N got too drunk so I just let her crash here.” 

Peter pursed his lips for a moment before speaking. 

“A threesome? But you’re a virgin, isn’t that a bit much for a first time? You haven’t even kissed someone.” 

“Well how do you think I was planning on losing it, Wormy?” 

Sirius scoffed. “Asking one of us would have been easier.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

“Wait, Y/N are you a virgin?” Peter asked. 

You gave James the rest of the bacon in your hand. “Uh, yes.” 

“So, both of you as complete virgins were going to ask the most notorious manwhore to pop your cherries together?” 

“Having a lot of sex doesn’t make you a manwhore.” 

“Frank Longbottom has a lot of sex, Xeno is a manwhore.” 

Remus, Sirius, and Peter blinked when suddenly the curtains were pulled around the bed again. They could hear James grunt when you pulled him down before it sounded quiet. You probably casted the silencing charm. For good measure, you pulled the comforter over the two of you again. 

“This isn’t working,” you said. 

“Well, what do you want me to do?” 

“Lie better.” 

“You could try to lie too, you know.” 

“I’m not good at improv.” 

“And you think I am? We’ve been sticking to the script until now.”

You and James blinked at each other. He wasn’t wrong. James was a little playwright. Every purposeful interaction was written down on scrap paper and scrolls like a script, tucked in the back of his nightstand. This whole thing was his plan in the first place but the two of you needed to work together for it to be successful. You left the comforter once again to meet three sets of eyes that were waiting for an explanation. 

You got out of the bed, bouncing on the balls of your feet and wringing out your hands. The three marauders had different expressions on their faces. You puffed up your cheeks before taking a breath. Remus, Peter, and Sirius leaned their backs against the wall to let you know they were ready to listen. James’ mouth dropped open when you ran. 

“She stole my slippers,” he said while the others were howling in laughter. 

Your roommates jumped when the door suddenly opened. 

“Hi,” you said as you grabbed a bunch of stuff before leaving again. “Bye.” 

You came back to the marauders’ dorm with your hands full. They watched you set up an easel and a large notepad. 

“Why do you even have this?” Remus asked as you flipped to a blank page. 

“For pattern making but sometimes I let Charlotte borrow it. She makes portraits of all of us for practice.” 

You directed the three boys to sit on James’ bed while you pulled James up. The others were wondering what you were possibly doing because James blocked most of the board. Eventually, the two of you moved to the side. 

“James plus Y/N equals question marks?” Sirius asked. “So you’re dating?” 

“So you really tried to ask Xeno for a threesome?” Remus asked. 

You said yes while James said no. 

“Yes and no,” you tried to recover, seeing an out that would allow you to stick to the script. “Yes we asked Xeno for a threesome, no we aren’t dating.” 

“Sooo…” 

“It was a spur of the moment decision. Everyone makes it such a big deal and we just wanted to get it over with so we thought to just do it with each other.” 

“But neither of us know what we’re doing exactly.” James started to catch on. “So we were just going to ask Xeno since he definitely wouldn’t care.”  

Instead of writing your detailed dating plan on the next blank sheet, you made up a bunch of shit. 

“James wanted to explore his sexuality and I wanted to try a few kinks of sorts… These. So, yeah.” 

“Again,” Sirius said. “You could have just asked.” 

Remus stood up, placing hands on both of your shoulders. “Just because everyone teases you about being virgins, doesn’t mean you have to have sex. We’ll stop if it makes you feel better but I really don’t think a threesome is the right idea.” 

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” James muttered. “So, who’s feeling Hogsmeade?” 

“Me!” you said before grabbing your wand and leaving to go get changed. 

“You, especially. You need greasy food in your system or that hangover will be worse.” 

As you all walked to Hogsmeade, the rest of the marauders fell a bit behind you and James. You were listening to a quidditch story of his. At some point over the summer, the two of you decided being real friends was important to sell the story. You both couldn’t just laugh at the expected moments before people realized it was a script. It was important to actually hang out. 

“So do you think they’ve already slept with each other? We all know the threesome thing is a lie, right?” Remus asked as they watched James tie your shoe for you since you were in a short skirt. 

Peter nodded. “Totally a lie. But we would’ve known if they were a thing by now.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Prongs writes everything in his diary. The last time he did that was on the train when Lily gave him a thank you card for hosting the summer party. He would most definitely write a five page soliloquy if he finally had sex. Besides, Ja—” 

“Lily!” James yelled before leaving you to try and catch up with the redhead. You started walking back to them. 

Sirius frowned. “If you were embarrassed about passing out in his bed, you could have just told us not to mention it.” 

“I guess we didn’t think of that.” 

“Clearly.” Sirius threw his arm around your shoulder. “Come one, let’s go get you some cheesy pasta before you throw up on yourself.”

(part 3)

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YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MINE

| CHAPTER TWO

a royalty au. remus lupin x princess!reader. multi-part series. series masterlist.

word count; 5,581 summary; she never was able to speak to sirius. the king and queen confront her about her behavior but it only ends up blowing up in her face, leaving her feeling worse than when she started. she convinces marlene to let her sneak away so she can clear her head, so she can think... remus doesn't understand what it is he's feeling in the presence of this strange woman...

so even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless...

 She never got a chance to speak with Sirius alone after brunch. Her mother and father, however, appeared to have noticed her silence during the meal and as soon as Lord Sirius had passed through the palace’s front gates, all eyes were on the princess. It was hours since her father had dropped the news that Prince James was who she was set to marry, the sky already beginning to bruise like violets. 

 “You’ve been silent all day, my dear,” the King acknowledged his daughter as the two palace guards standing at the entrance moved to close the doors behind them. “It is unlike you.”

 “Yes, are you feeling alright, darling?” Her mother asked, sliding her arm out from her husband’s to lay the back of her hand on the princess’ forehead. “You aren’t coming down with a cold, are you?”

 She shook her head and delicately wrapped her thumb and forefinger around her mother’s wrist, guiding it off of her head. “I feel fine, mother,” she replied, her throat feeling raw and scratchy, this having been the first time she had talked in hours. The King cocked an eyebrow, “but there is something on your mind, no?”

 Her father was perceptive– she supposed he had to be, he was the ruler of a kingdom, after all. He had many enemies and many people who only wished they could be considered his enemy, it was only natural that he’d pick up on others’ behavior and mannerisms. But she hated that he could read her like this– how was she supposed to tell him how she felt when she knew he’d never understand? 

 The indent between her father’s brow deepened and she flushed, feeling her skin grow warm from the pressure of her parents’ eyes on her. There was no way out– and despite knowing all too well anything she said would blow right back up in her face, she took a deep breath, and spoke. 

 “You speak to Siri– Lord Sirius– about my betrothal, asking him what he thinks about the prince, what he thinks about me marrying Prince James… but what about what I think?” She spoke as calmly and as clearly as she could, a stark contrast from the typhoon swirling her mind. The King and Queen shared a glance, incredulous expressions on their faces, as if what she was asking was entirely preposterous. 

 “What you think?” The Queen reiterated, an eyebrow cocked to her hairline. The princess’ patience was wearing thin, her composure wearing thinner. “Why could I not have a say in my own marriage? Why couldn’t I have a voice in the decision?” She asked, hoping her parents could somehow find reason. “It is my life, does my opinion not matter?”

 Her father reared back, her mother’s arm tightening around his, her other hand coming to rest on his shoulder, his name slipping from her lips in hopes to tame the fire bound to ignite within. The King pressed his lips together and breathed in through his nose, his breath sharp, hot. 

 “Has my daughter become so selfish that she is unable to feel grateful for everything I have done for her?” He hissed, his words like acid, tone laced with venom and she trembled where she stood, flinching at every syllable he spat. “You are princess, you should feel proud that such a young, wealthy, powerful suitor has even agreed to wed you,” he scoffed and shook his head. “Have you no honor? No shame?” 

 The princess grew wide-eyed— she’d seen her father angry before but never had she been in the line of fire, not like this. This was different, this was frightening. 

 “This is your destiny,” he continued on. “You’ve known it from the very first time you opened your eyes, you blinked, you cried, you breathed.” 

 Her vision blurred, a dagger prodding at the inside of her head. She knew this would happen, but it didn’t help the sting hurt any less. There was a lump in her throat the size of a boulder and she suddenly felt heavy, despite how badly she wished to run and hide. Her father’s rage seemed to only grow at the sight of her tears and her mother practically was his only anchor now, his hand not enveloped in the Queen’s rolling until it formed a shaking ball of fury. 

 “Whatever this, this attitude of yours is, it’d do you well to rid yourself of it,” his voice cracked like thunder in the grand room, her teeth chattering at the sheer power of her father. “No man, let alone a prince, wants a woman with such emotion.”

 Her bottom lip quivered and she felt a droplet of a tear drip down her cheek but frankly, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care— let her parents think of her as a child. This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t even humane— royal traditions be damned. 

 Her father stepped closer, despite her mother’s attempt to soothe him and pull him away. “Go to your quarters. I don’t want to see these tears when I see you again.”

 And then her parents were off, Peter close behind on their heels but not before peering at the princess from over his shoulder, face twisted in a sneer. Marlene’s wary footsteps echoed through the hall as she cautiously approached, the princess sniffling as she desperately tried to wipe the evidence of tears away from her cheeks, only for fresh ones to fall. 

 “Princess?” Marlene asked carefully, trying to catch her gaze. The princess shook her head, “let’s go.” 

 She brushed past the handmaiden, heart thrumming against her rib cage as they made their way up the staircase of the castle and down the corridor towards her quarters. The guard bowed his head and pushed open her bedroom door, stepping aside to let them in. She shuffled her feet to the middle of her bedroom, an arm crossed over her belly, her opposite elbow balancing on it, her fingers to her lips. The familiar haze of tears clouded her vision and burned her sockets, as soon as she heard the click of her bedroom door closing shut, she burst. 

 “P…princess?” Marlene was swift to jog her way towards the princess, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and trying to meet her gaze. The princess’ body quaked with the force of her sobs and Marlene walked the both of them over to her bed, steadily easing her down onto the mattress. She collapsed into Marlene’s chest as soon as she was set on the bed, all her frustration, anger, emotion, everything streaming out of her like rivers down her cheeks. 

 “Oh, Marls,” she hiccuped, wiping the tears and snot from her face with the back of her hand, peering up at the handmaiden. “You must think I’m mental.”

 “No!” Marlene was quick to shake her head, her arm squeezing around the princess’ body. “No, of course not!” 

 Marlene’s hands soothed up and down the length of the princess’ arm in hopes to calm her, resting the side of her face against the top of her head. “It just isn’t fair,” the princess wept, “why must I marry a man I don’t love? A man I have never even seen? Why can’t… why can’t they understand I just want my freedom?”

 Marlene pressed her lips together and gulped down the bubble in her throat, unable to come up with the words that may soothe her. Truthfully, Marlene hadn’t the slightest clue what she could do or say to make the princess feel better– she wasn’t a princess and she’d never be a princess, so what did she know? 

 She did, however, relate in some strange way to the princess about wanting freedom, about wishing to live a life on her own accord. In a sense, Marlene wished for it too, but don’t we all?

 She settled on a soft, “I don’t know,” instead, giving the princess’ upper arm a squeeze. “But I do know that you are strong, highness. And you are smart and you are so kind. The best person I’ve ever known,” Marlene’s lips curved into a soft smile as the princess blinked up at her through glassy eyes, wiping at her nose. “And I know that no matter what happens, nothing will change that. And I will always be here for you, no matter what.” 

 She sniffled at Marlene’s words, leaning in closer to her handmaiden in a hug, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Thank you, Marls,” she murmured, her tears falling no longer, but her cheeks swollen and sticky from their remnants. “I just… I want to… think. I want to be alone.”

 Marlene was quick to unravel herself from the princess, pushing herself up off of the mattress. “I can leave, if you wish—“

 “No!” The princess grabbed Marlene’s arm, tugging her back down on the bed beside her. “I mean I want… I want to leave the castle, just for a little while.”

 Marlene’s face twisted in confusion, her brow furrowed as she shook her head. “But princess, you aren’t allowed to leave—“

 “I know,” the princess interrupted before she could finish and grabbed the handmaiden’s hands, gazing up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. “Which is why I want you to cover for me.”

 “C…cover for—! Princess, I beg your pardon?” Marlene stammered out, clearly taken aback. The princess jutted her bottom lip out in a pout and whined, shaking the handmaid's hands, “please, Marlene, I need to get out of here, just for an… an hour or two.”

 Marlene opened and closed her mouth, blinking rapidly, trying and failing to speak. “I– I don’t know, princess, I mean…” She stopped to release a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “How am I supposed to keep Peter off your trail for two hours?” 

 “Just… distract the guard outside while I sneak past and tell him I’ve gone to sleep,” the princess replied. Marlene cocked an eyebrow once again, “but Peter knows you’re never asleep this early.”

 The princess deflated, the hopeful glint in her eye still there but dull. Marlene sucked on her bottom lip— she knew she couldn’t resist much longer. “Please, Marls,” the princess softly begged, squeezing the handmaid’s fingers. “Just for a little while?”

 Marlene sighed and dropped her head— it was pointless to resist much further. “Fine,” she agreed, to which the princess practically leaped from the bed, scampering towards the closet to grab her cloak, “but you will be back in two hours time, yes?”

 “Of course!” She replied, tossing her cloak over her head to veil her face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She beamed as she and Marlene made their way to the door, the handmaid’s hand shaky where it rested on the handle. “ What do I say again?” She asked, to which the princess grinned. “Tell him I’ve gone to sleep and don’t wish to be disturbed— I’ll be sneaking off to the right, so just make sure he cannot see.”

 Marlene’s chest heaved when she inhaled a deep breath, pursing her lips together and nodding. “Okay,” she breathed, the affirmation more for herself. She twisted the handle and stepped outside, leaving the door wide open whilst she stepped to the left of the guard. He didn’t move his head. 

 “Excuse me?” Marlene murmured, the guard finally turning to meet her gaze. The princess’ heart thrummed against her chest— this was her chance. 

 “The princess is awfully tired,” she could hear Marlene say as she crept past behind the guard, looking down both ways of the corridor to ensure the coast was completely clear. “She’s gone to sleep for the night. She requested that she not be disturbed— she needs her… beauty sleep.”

 The princess bit back a snicker as she bound down the corridor, sticking to the shadows as she approached the staircase, her footsteps careful and calculated. 

 “If I may, your majesty, it is all in the child’s nature.”

 She halted and stared wide-eyed down the staircase as her parents and Peter pranced by, a furrow in either the Queen and the King’s brow. Peter, of course, still snorted his usual sneer. 

 ��To rebel? It is unlike her. She is princess, she knows better than this,” her father replied and she gripped the end of her cloak, sinking down to the floor to make herself smaller, praying she would not be seen. Peter snorted, “‘unlike her?’” Forgive me, your majesty, but I am not surprised even in the slightest.”

 She couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes in her head as they walked by, their voices clear but with every second that went by, becoming more distant, an echo until she heard the opening and closing of a door. Swiftly, she tip-toed her way down the rest of the stairs and made a run for the doors to the garden, bursting out the doors. She sprinted her way towards the Owlery for a lantern before circling her way behind the building, lifting her skirt to hop the fence behind. The trees creaked and bent in the wind as she pushed her way further into its darkness, the forest beckoning her forth, inviting her in. 

 It was an invitation she graciously accepted. 

 It was happening again. 

 Remus clawed at his chest, fingernails ripping through the fabric of his chest, tearing through his skin as he howled in pain. His heart was throwing itself against his ribcage, his skin on fire where his nails had torn through flesh, dark liquid oozing from the wounds. Bile bubbled at the base of his throat and his lips fell agape as he retched, burning vomit tumbling past his mouth and right onto the forest floor. 

 His chest was heaving to the unsteady beat of his breathing, unable to stop himself from shaking. He outstretched an arm and reached, reached for anything he could find to steady himself. Through the blurriness of his vision, he could just make out the silhouette of a tree in front of him and he leaned forward with the intention of catching himself on the trunk. His breath caught in his throat when instead of grasping onto the bark, he continued falling until his face was smashed against the foliage below. 

 He grunted as he managed to at least pull himself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the trunk of the tree as he panted, sweat beading down his face. His flesh stung and ached where his nails had ripped off skin, dried maroon underneath his nails and blood streaming down from the wounds on his chest. He clawed at the ground, tugging weeds from the ground and digging through mud, desperate to anchor himself on something. 

 Remus’ head spun and it felt like a knife was slashing  thousands of cuts into his brain, leaving him broken and aching. He’d dealt with this condition for years now, almost for his entire life but this… this was some of the worst pain he’d ever felt. There was no way to prepare himself for the next bout of pain. 

 His vision was blurring and he could feel his body slipping as his consciousness, too, slipped in and out of the state of knowing. Remus felt so tired, his limbs feeling as though they weighed like boulders, his head slipping from the support of the tree. He coughed and wheezed as bile burned his throat, an awful aftertaste on his tongue from his last retching session. His breath grew slower as it slipped through the cracks of his chapped lips, his eyelids falling heavy over his eyes as he dropped to the floor of the forest, chasing that moment where all the pain would cease, when he felt nothing, when he could feel numb…

 “Dear Gods! Are you… are you awake?”

 Remus stirred and furrowed his brow, using the most of his energy to snap his heavy eyelids back open, a blinding, orange light stabbing his eyes. The ache in his head exploded and he lifted a heavy arm to shield his face away from the light, needles pricking his abdomen as he tried and failed to get himself up. 

 “Who… who’s there?” He managed to croak out, his voice husky and his throat dry. He tried to swipe his tongue between his chapped lips whilst the person before him dropped to their knees in front of him. “Merlin! You’re bleeding…” the voice muttered and Remus opened his lids just in time to see hands reaching for his shoulders, to which his heart pounded and his feet kicked out, his muscles screaming at him as he pushed away by instinct. 

 The woman in front of him gasped and pulled away, a careful hand in the air, her brow wrinkled in caution. Remus pressed his lips together and breathed through his nostrils as he blinked the haziness away from his vision, narrowing his eyes at her. “Who are you?” He managed to ask, to which the woman reached for the torn fabric of his shirt, carefully though, warily testing the waters. Remus glanced down at her hand where the top of his forefinger delicately prodded at the shirt, silently seeking permission to take a look. 

 He looked up to meet her gaze again and said nothing. 

 She took this as an invitation. 

 She grimaced at the sight of his grisly state while she pushed his torn shirt further open, slowly so as to not cause him any more pain. “Were you attacked?” She peered back up at him and he warily narrowed his eyes once more. “It doesn’t matter. And you never answered my question,” he replied, to which she rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I believe there are more pressing matters at hand than introductions.”

 Remus eyed the woman as she inspected his wounds, his chest still heaving with his erratic breathing that was slowly but surely calming down, as if the mere presence of this woman was enough to soothe the aching inside of him. Remus didn’t understand it, but he’d allow it for now. Anything to relieve this pain. 

 His gaze trailed down her arms, covered by the sleeves of her dress, the fabric unlike anything he’d ever seen the women in the village wear before. The dress was midnight blue and lengthy, fitted perfectly to her body. He stared curiously back up at her— the only plausible explanation he could come up with was this woman was rich. Perhaps even royally rich?

 Remus tilted his head as his gaze once again reached the woman’s face. “Are you done staring?” Came Remus’ raspy voice and the woman leaned back, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she considered his state. “You did this to yourself?” She asked, nodding her head towards his fingers where they burrowed themselves into the ground, dried crimson and mud just visible in the glow of the lantern light. Remus shrugged, “itchy.”

 She cocked an eyebrow at this, “itchy?”

 Remus pressed his lips together in a tight grin, feeling his stomach flipping as another wave of nausea rushed over him. It must’ve shown on his face for the woman was already in action, reaching out to soothe her palm over his shoulder. “Are you going to be sick? You’re awfully pale,” she asked as he doubled over, arms crossed over his stomach. “Just… move,” Remus managed out, using what very little strength he had left to push her away as his sick scattered the forest floor, the familiar burn of acid in the back of his mouth making him gag.

 Much to his surprise, she didn’t scamper off into the darkness of the woods, didn’t gag or throw up herself, didn’t even grimace. Instead, she kept a palm between his shoulder blades, making circles on his back to calm him. And again, much to his surprise, it seemed to work.

 Remus fell back against the tree trunk once again, staring up at the night sky through hazy vision, using the back of his hand to wipe the sick from his mouth. His lips fell agape as he chased air back into his lungs, rubbing his hands on the ground to get the vomit off of them. A moment of silence fell between the two as Remus fought to catch his breath, his huffing gradually becoming quieter as the time ticked on. 

 Eventually, she shuffled in closer, pulling at the ripped fabric of his shirt. “Let me clean your wounds,” she murmured as Remus glanced down at her fingertips where they delicately touched his chest. He watched as she looked around, presumably for anything she could use to wipe the blood from his skin. 

 Remus cleared his throat before speaking, “I’ve a handkerchief in my pocket.”

 Their eyes met for a brief moment before she cautiously reached for the pocket of his pants, pulling the flimsy rag from them. She wrinkled her brow as she brought it closer to the lantern light, “you’ve blood all over it.”

 Remus coughed as the woman sighed, softly cursing beneath her breath as she grabbed the end of her skirt, bringing the dark blue material to his chest. He flinched when she gently dabbed the lux fabric against the scratch marks, his fingers instinctively locking around her wrist to halt her movements. For a moment, her eyes widened and she leaned back, giving him a once-over before meeting his gaze once more. 

 “Did I press too hard?” She asked and he closed his eyes, breathing a sigh through his nostrils. “It’s still tender,” he hoarsely replied and she flashed a sheepish, tight-lipped grin. “Sorry.”

 She leaned forward with the fabric in hand once again, dabbing at his wounds with delicacy, and Remus could feel saliva begin to build at the base of his throat. This was strange. 

 Before him was a woman he’d never seen in his life, touching him a way he’d never been touched before. Never has he felt such delicacy, like he was fragile and prone to break by the smallest of touches. The closest he could recall was the way his mother would hold him when he was very little, at least, before he’d been bitten. 

 He shivered at the woman’s slightest of touches and in spite of how much he didn’t want to, he liked it. 

 Remus studied the woman’s face as she narrowed her eyes in concentration for the task at hand, her teeth sunken into her bottom lip. His eyes trailed down to the arms of her opulent gown until they reached her fingertips where she clutched a wad of her skirt, the rich material of her dress tainted with his blood. 

 “That’s a pretty dress,” he remarked. “S’ a shame my blood is dirtying it.”

 The woman rolled her eyes, “curse this dress. Your life is more important.”

 Remus cocked an eyebrow and stared curiously up at her, tilting his head just the slightest to catch her eye. Her irises sparkled in the marmalade glow of the lantern light and she turned to meet his stare, seemingly flushing beneath his gaze. “What?” She spoke from the back of her throat, her motions on his chest momentarily coming to a stop. 

 “That dress is unlike anything I’ve ever seen any of the women in the village wear,” he noted and she leaned further back on her heels, sucking the inside of her cheek between her molars. “It’s something I’d expect the royals to wear.”

 The woman huffed and leaned back in to continue her work on his wounds, pressing her lips together, saying nothing. Her eyes narrowed in a glare as if she hated the blood, his chest, his torn shirt, everything about him and this situation. And that was all the confirmation Remus needed to know. 

 “So you are from the castle,” he scoffed and her glare reached his eyes. “Thought princesses weren’t allowed to leave their tower.”

 She seemed taken aback that he was able to catch on so quickly but still continued her cleanup, a sigh slipping past her lips. “They’re not,” she replied lowly. The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched in the makings of a smirk, “so what are you doing out here at dusk, majesty?”

 She pressed her hand down just a bit harder on his chest and Remus pressed his lips together, squeezing his lids shut as he grunted, a furrow in his brow when he opened his eyes again. “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, pulling away from his chest and leaning back to sit on her bum, arms crossed over her chest and fingers tugging at her cloak. “And what does it matter to you?” She asked as Remus used his palms as leverage to push himself up higher against the tree trunk, lolling his head against the bark. 

 “S’ just not everyday you see a princess out in the middle of the woods,” he replied. “Especially in the dark.”

 She glowered at him before turning away again, fixing her cloak on her shoulders. “I needed to get away,” she said after a moment, glimpsing back over to where he sat. Remus’ lips slightly fell apart when he cocked an eyebrow, almost finding it within himself to laugh. “You needed to get away?” He reiterated, nodding his head towards her. She gave him an incredulous look, pursing her lips together. 

 “Yes?”

 Now Remus really wanted to laugh. He scoffed, “and what could you possibly be running away from, your royal highness?” 

 Her bottom lip wobbled and she turned away again, chest heaving with the weight of her huff. Her lids narrowed over her eyes as she glared into the darkness, “perhaps I’d tell you but you clearly wouldn’t understand.”

 A rumble of protest emitted from his throat and he couldn’t suppress the urge to smile, sarcasm laced in every feature. “Oh, sure, you know what? You’re right, your royal majesty, of course a poor village boy like me wouldn’t understand what you are going through. But I’m sure it is most daunting, whatever it is.”

 The princess threw her arms down in frustration, her pupils the background for the raging fire reflecting in her eyes, the flame in the lantern a mere interpretation of what was really raging inside of her. Remus found this amusing and it was written all over his face, the scars on his nose twitching as he fought the urge to laugh. 

 “Don’t say such foolish things!” She shrilled, looking ready to get up and walk away. On one hand, Remus was perfectly fine with that. But there was something on the other wanting to anchor her down, to tell her to stay. Remus frowned at the feeling. “You’d never understand it,” she muttered, shaking her head as she fell limp against the tree across from his. 

 Remus’ heart relaxed in his chest and up until this point, he hadn’t even realized it had been pounding. He eased himself further back against the tree behind him, burrowing his teeth into his bottom lip to keep himself from grinning. 

 “And you’d never understand my condition,” he responded. “So let’s not try and act like we’d understand one another.”

 She snapped her head towards him and let her vision wander over his slumped figure. “Fine then,” she clicked her tongue and turned away again, letting another silence blanket over the two of them. Remus was quick to tear it away, however, “gods, are all you royals so uptight?” 

 The princess’ jaw clenched and she whipped her head over to him again, eyes wide in their sockets. “I am not uptight!” She protested, tightening her grip on either of her arms. “What makes you think I am?”

 Remus’ mouth twitched, “you’re acting so defensive.”

 “I…” she hesitated to breathe. “…am not!”

 Remus raised his eyebrows, “relax, majesty, do they not raise you to have a sense of humor?” Her chest heaved as she breathed, her cheeks growing warm as she deflated back into the tree behind her again. 

 Silence again. 

 And then, “are you sure you were just itchy?”

 Remus blinked over at the princess, her expression softer now as she eyed his wounds. “I’m sorry I couldn’t dress them, but I don’t have anything and I don’t know how to—“

 “You did fine, your majesty,” he intercepted, ignoring the look she gave him at the name. “And…”

 Remus couldn’t tell her about his condition. In any other case, it would’ve been easy to lie, to tell someone off for even asking about it. But it was different now— there was something in him telling him that he didn’t want to lie to her. Whether or not that is just because she’s a princess, he doesn’t know. What he did know— and did not particularly appreciate— was his heart was slamming its fist against his ribcage again, thundering in his ears. 

 Remus swallowed the lump in his throat back down. 

 “…yes,” he continued at last. “I’m just… I’ve been sick and sometimes I just… get uncontrollably itchy.”

 Remus usually prided himself on being a good liar, but this had to be his worst performance to date. He was grimacing at himself as her face twisted in an unconvinced frown.

 She knew there was something he wasn’t telling her. He knew she knew. 

 “…hm,” she hummed. “Well, it’s like you said, ‘let’s not try and act like we understand each other,’ right?” Remus blinked over at her, a small sense of relief washing over him. Thankfully, she was brushing the subject off. 

 “Right,” he replied, inhaling a deep breath as she studied him. Remus tilted his head until their gazes could meet, and the princess blinked away, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. 

 “So… do you come to the forest often?” She asked, grimacing at her own question, searching the ground for any place she could look but at him as she played with her fingers. Remus shrugged, “usually only when I… get like this,” he replied. “It’s the only place I can really be truly alone.”

 She blinked and cocked an eyebrow, “when you get like this? Do you get sick often?”

 Remus shrugged in response and she sighed, “well, I hope I am not intruding on your alone time,” she remarked and Remus could feel a smile twitching at his lips. Gods, he was acting so strange. He’d only just met the woman, so why was he acting like a smitten fool?

 “Not really,” he replied. “Your company isn’t all that unpleasant.”

 She breathed a laugh through her nose, “lovely.”

 She tapped her fingers against her knees and gnawed at the inside of her cheek. Remus wanted to look away but found that he couldn’t. His heartbeat thundered throughout his body and rattled his bones like an earthquake the longer he stared, the longer she stayed. There was something about this girl, he thought, there had to be. 

 Was it the way she seemed to stick out like a star in the night sky in the darkness of the forest? Was it the way her mere presence seemed to calm him, to soothe the lycanthropy inside his body? Was it the way she had touched him earlier, as if he were delicate, as if he were the most precious treasure she’d ever seen? Was it the way her dress fit to every curve of her hips, the way she carried herself with casual elegance and grace? Was it the way she looked at him, the way she studied him as if she were laying him out spread and open like a novel, reading through every single one of his pages to figure out his story?

 Remus wasn’t certain. But he found himself being pulled towards her as if she were a magnet and he was iron. It was like he couldn’t push her away even though he wanted to. Pushing people away was all he’d ever known— he’d pushed his father away, the village away, his mother away. Sirius never let him push him away so he stayed— and he got the sense the princess would do the same. 

 Sirius. Sirius knew the royal family, in fact, he’d been over at the castle earlier today. Perhaps he could ask him about her later. 

 “I best get going before I have an army searching for me.  Will I see you again?”

 Remus blinked hard once, twice, thrice, breaking himself away from his thoughts as he stared over to where she sat, head tilted and waiting. He thought back to the question she had asked him before and blinked again. 

 She was planning on seeing him again?

 Somehow, Remus felt like that wasn’t the most terrible idea in the world. The notion that he wanted to see her again almost made him nauseous— why couldn’t he push her away just like everyone else?

 Remus pressed his lips together the longer he gazed at her figure as she rose from the forest floor, brushing dirt and twigs from her skirt. “I feel like I could ask you the same question,” he replied and her hair fell over her face as she bit back a smile, but it didn’t stop it from reaching her eyes. 

 Remus’ heart skipped a beat in his chest and he swore he could feel his stomach do a somersault. 

 “I plan on it…” she paused, the phantom of an unknown name on the tip of her tongue. 

 So Remus finished her sentence for her. 

 “Remus.”

 Her teeth released her lips to release the smile she’d been holding back, “…Remus.”

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[querkynchaotic]

i gave you all x crimson rivers

SPOILERS crimson rivers chapter 50 !!!!!!!!!!!!!

for those of you who have read it :

here are the lyrics to i gave you all by mumford and sons, interwoven with quotes from chapter 50. because that song fucks me up, and that chapter fucks me up, so you know. might as well make a deal out of it.

don't thank me for the tears ;)

Rip the earth in two with your mind

"Betrayal is betrayal is betrayal!" Regulus shouts

Seal the urge which ensues with brass wires

"Grow up, Regulus." 

"You won't let me!"

I never meant you any harm

"I was a kid, too." 

But your tears feel warm as they fall on my forearm

"The one who didn't grow up is you, Sirius, not me. You're still that kid trying to protect me at every turn, but I got older, and I learned to take care of myself, and I don't need you anymore." 

But close my eyes for a while

"Shut up," Sirius says reflexively, his mouth dry, heart thundering hard in his chest. You do, he thinks desperately. You do need me. You'll always need me. 

Force from the world a patient smile

"What I regret most isn't that you broke your promise, Sirius," Regulus continues. "It's that I wasted time caring enough to ask for a promise from you at all." 

How can you say that your truth is better than ours?

"And I don't anymore," Regulus presses on. "Care, that is."

Shoulder to shoulder, now brother, we carry no arms

Sirius' mind just—doesn't accept it. Not this. Not from his little brother. His little brother. Always his little brother. 

The blind man sleeps in the doorway, his home

"Oh, you're clever," Sirius breathes out

If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won

"You're not going to fight me." 

But I gave you all

"No," Sirius says. "I'm not." 

I gave you all

"You're my brother. I love you. 

I gave you all

That's what it is, that's what it's always been, and that's what it will forever be." 

Close my eyes for a while

"Only one of us can make it home" 

Force from the world a patient smile

Sirius softens, helplessly. "I know, and that's you."

But I gave you all

Regulus doesn't move, doesn't break his gaze, doesn't do anything for a long moment—and then, calmly, he says, "Are you willing to bet your life on that?" 

I gave you all

"Yes," Sirius says firmly, then holds his arms out and leaves himself an open target. All Regulus has to do is throw his dagger, and that'll be it. He doesn't. 

I gave you all

"Are you willing to bet someone else's life on that?" Regulus asks quietly, holding his gaze. "Your moon's, perhaps." 

And you rip it from my hands

And you swear it's all gone

Sirius doesn't let him finish. Doesn't even give him the chance. In seconds, he has Regulus flat on his back on the ground, hitting him once, twice, a third time. 

And you rip out all I had

Just to say that you've won

Everything seems to fall apart, and it hurts, because this—it's proof. It's convincing. Sirius, for the first time, doesn't believe in his brother. Because Regulus wants to say Remus' name, and that would hurt Sirius more than dying by Regulus' hand.

And you rip it from my hands

And you swear it's all gone

After everything that Sirius did for him. 

After everything that Sirius suffered for him. 

And you rip out all I had

Just to say that you've won

After everything that Sirius tried so fucking hard to fix. 

You've won

"I gave everything for you!" Sirius shouts, then hits Regulus again. "And this is what you give to me?!" 

Well now you've won

Sirius hits him again, heaving out a harsh breath that escapes him like a sob, hot tears dripping down the length of his nose as he confesses, "I hate you. I fucking hate you. Why would you do this? How could you do this to me, after I—after all of it? All I've ever done is love you! Everything I did, I did for you! It's your fault, and I hate that you were ever fucking born!" 

But I gave you all

"You'll have to kill me." 

I gave you all

"I will! Don't fucking push me, because I will," Sirius snarls, vibrating in place, suspended in this moment of horrible, sickening rage, and hurt, and betrayal, and fear. 

I gave you all

"It's okay," Regulus gasps, one bloodstained hand coming up to shakily cover Sirius' around the dagger. His fingers are slick as they wrap around Sirius' hand, and he swallows, he swallows his own blood just to look right at Sirius and choke out, "I love you, too. Wanted to say it for a while. Sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't. Sorry I'm saying it now, but I do. It's okay, right? It's okay. I love you, too."

sorry for butchering's zar text, i swear if the song had been longer i would have done that with the whole chapter. fucking masterpiece, that chapter is.

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My anime fanfic opinions cause I’ve been wrting fanfics since I was like 15 and been in fandom spaces longer than that.

If the shoe fits;

The anime fanfic community is not a safe space for black women. Because if it was, all the callouts we experienced this year would not have happened. They were showing signs.

Minors don’t respect the mdni and any minor who interacts with smut is putting the writer at risk of jail time. You’re not smart or mature for doing that. You are actually, a fool.

The KOSA act will affect all of us very soon because other countries will take cue  it’s not just a US problem.

Remember how fucking ableist the tokyo revengers fandom used to be? Especially with that stupid vegetable joke during the first timeline when Mikey was in a vegetative state? Yeah, I’m not letting that go, you guys were and are disgusting.

Leave plugfic writers alone. You don’t go for other races for writing a mafia overlord who violently murders every one. I wonder why? (Racism)

It’s very easy for a white author to say “no discourse” on their blog because the only thing they have to worry about is an anon shitting on their writing. POC authors ESPECIALLY black authors can’t really have that privilege because they’ll tell you to:

yeah. We’re always dragged into discourse 

Dark content is not a moral failing.

If you defend shota or loli or defend anyone who was caught with shota or loli, you should be put on an FBI watchlist.

Remember when we used to have long fandom attention spans and didn’t throw them in the dustbin as soon as season 1 was over? Yeah bring those back please.

If you go on tiktok shitting on fanfic writers. In fact just shitting on writers in general you don’t deserve to be part of the community. We carry this shit on our backs.

Croquette or soft reader =/= class. Some of you are very uncouth, classless and crass.

SatoSugu shippers are getting irritating to me now. No the story does not revolve around them. Idc if your ship did not make a cameo in the new chapter there are other characters in the damn manga.

Jjk does not have bad female characters or hate women. Gege Akutami hates everyone because almost everyone is dead. Except his pookie Sukuna.

Boruto is not a bad manga. It’s mediocre but it’s not bad. We get it. NaruSasu wasn’t the end game. It’s been 20 years, drop it.

Also if we’re using the same logic NaruSasu is as toxic as SasuSaku.

SatoSugu shippers are the new BakuDeku and NaruSasu shippers; Misogynistic and violently homophobic/transphobic (minus BakuDeku shippers for this one)

Many Sakura fans on tiktok in 2020 were extremely racist. They still are.

JJK girls, and especially Gojo girlies on tumblr are the second most irritating set of people ever, first are the dudebros. You mass report non Gojo fics and you harrass any non JJK writer on here. We know it's you don't hide.

Chainsaw man is actually good. It just has a lot of female characters in comparsion to male characters so you guys don’t really care. Tatsuki Fujimoto is for the cringe fail girls.

You people can excuse Hisoka and Naoya but start barking when someone mentions Makima or Meimei. If you’re gonna holla, bark at all of them or shut up.

We need more Yuri in the anime community. Idc about Yaoi anymore tumblr.

People who write for the following should get a nice sloppy toppy or a nice hot meal: Nanami Kento, Kusabe Atsuya, Choso Kamo, Higuruma Hiromi any and all one piece men, Naohya and Souya Kawata, Shion Madarame etc.

Anyone who does this kind of post: 

“He kisses you and cums” or nsfw link

toji, mikey, GOJO SATORU, GETOU SUGURU, adventurine, beelzeebub, simon ghost riley, nanami kento, whitney the bully, remus lupin, childe, MIGUEL O’HARA, cillian murphey, shuji hanma, ujishima, tendou, osamu, isagi, oliver aiku + more

Is lazy asf and should not be rewarded for bad behaviour. Stop clogging the tags. These are so lazy without any effort or thought put into them.

If you don’t reblog fics, especially as a fanfic writer and you ask “where are all the fluff fics” you deserve any hate you get and you should be blocked.

I’m tired. I’ll continue next week.

*edited a few things.

#monica.speaks ♡ #tw. discourse #anime discourse

[myjealouseyes]

Remus and wolfstar!daughter’s daddy daughter dates would just be them being nerds together.

Imagine him and toddler wolfstar!daughter going out in their matching overalls and patchy cardigans! (a tradition that doesn’t stop.) Sirius takes (over a dozen) pictures each time so he can put them in the scrap book. (He also keeps one in his wallet so he can really show off his family when he wants to.)

They’d probably start at a bakery to drink coffe/hot chocolate and have a few baked-goods before their busy day.

Then, they head to the library. First they do a puzzle together for about thirty minutes before looking for books to check out. When she’s younger they pick out a few picture books or beginner chapter books so he can help her read them. As she grows older though, they start picking out books for each other and then meeting up to discuss them as needed.

And they’d go to the park to read outside for a while before heading home to dinner that has been lovingly prepared for them by Sirius.

#anyway I needed to get this off my chest because it was aching with all the fondness. #wolfstar!daughter!reader #wolfstar!daughter #wolfstar x wolfstar!daughter #wolfstar x child!reader #wolfstar x daughter reader #wolfstar x daughter!reader #remus lupin x daughter!reader #Remus lupin x child!reader #Remus Lupin x daughter reader

[cressthebest]

Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 9

chapter 25:

1. my marlene and remus freindship needs are being satisfied. they have theif nicknames for themselves 😭😭

2. wolfstar and dorlene trying to sit in their partners’ laps is so funny to me. (and regulus is 100% being possessive over having james in the car with him)

3. james REALLY likes reg’s hands 😳

4. james thinking barty is a sociopath was funny until he provided evidence as to why. then it was not funny. then i think barty may be a sociopath

5. james forgetting how periods work, while trying to be helpful to lily is so funny

6. holy shit wait barty is a sociopath. holy shit. wait. sirius has a gun filled with blanks, and when asking if it was really filled with blanks, he aims it at barty to test out and barty just MANIACALLY GRINS.

7. not marlene asking if reg’s dick is huge 😭😭 ma’am, now is not the time.

8. dorcas is smart, dorcas is hot, dorcas is so damn fucking cool, dorcas is queen. send tweet

9. remus and marlene being so incredibly efficient at their job, and james being mesmerized <3

10. oh shit, wait, sirius has real bullets in his gun. this feels like it’s gonna be significant later

11. JAMES IS SENT IN TO HELP SIRIUS. THE MARAUDER CRIMES/PRANKS ARE BACK AT IT!!! JAMES AND SIRIUS ARE A TEAM AGAIN. MY LIFE IS COMPLETE

12. they completed the fake heist is 48 minutes, twelve seconds, earning 88.5 million A PERSON. holy fucking shit

13. JAMES AND REGGIE KISSING IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

chapter 26:

1. starting the chapter off with smut again, i see 😳😳😳

2. goddamn, reg is going at it

3. oh nooooo i see. reg is worried about james going in during the heist. my babies

4. wolfstar and jegulus were both going at it, but reg just HAS to interrupt i guess

5. GODDAMN black brothers fighting. this is going to cause more irreparable damage to their relationship

6. remus and james not knowing how siblings are supposed to interact 😭😭😭

7. reg knowing that sirius would be in rem’s room 😭😭😭

8. sirius naps on remus’ lap after big conversations- wait that’s so cute

9. reg and james are dancing in the kitchen with each other i’m gonna cry anhdksjdkajsksk that’s so cute

10. they’re all dancing together and are so happy. this is gonna change so fast, i know. something is gonna fuck up their happiness and i’m not prepared for it.

chapter 27:

1. james is coming to wake sirius up and is scared to open the door and see naked remus or sirius. i’m sobbing, thsi is so funny

2. “Regulus was very sensitive when it came to James. If sensitive was the right word. Maybe volatile; volatile seemed more fitting.” what a goddamn mood

3. OH NY GOD SIRIUS MIGHT SEE PANDORA OH SHIT

4. okay, it’s fine. i have a bad feeling about it tho. really bad feeling

5. reg calling this the last supper is extremely haunting. i know y’all are all readjng this and laughing at me. i know i’m in for horrors. but i’m still so scared and haunted by the thought that this is the last supper

6. reg and james are gonna do a wine tasting tour in italy. i’m crying

7. jegulus is holding hands at their last supper, and i can tell this isn’t gonna end well

8. OH they’re dancing together. they’re so soft for each other. and pointing at the stars and they’re in love

9. regulus’ hands are shaking from telling james he loves him. they’re in love, they love each other, and this isn’t gonna end well

#marauders #jegulus #art heist baby #james potter #mwpp #mwpp era #regulus black #ao3 #fanfic #remus lupin #sirius and regulus #sirius orion black #sirius black #remus x sirius #wolfstar #dorlene #dorcas x marlene #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #noble and most ancient house of black #cress' ahb reviews #i’m going to be sobbing at the end of this #fucking terrified