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moonbcrry · 2 years

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Loose The Ropes

James Potter x Fem!Reader

summary: James wants to make his mummy feel good

warnings: smut, mummy kink, switch!James(mostly sub tho), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, oral sex(male! and female! receiving), titty sucking, my English of course(i feel like i made some grammar mistakes that even my three grammar app missed it), lmk if there is anything I missed

A/N: special thanks to @morozovastarless for being my inspiration on this fic 💋

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“Put your hands on my hips.” You commanded the man below you as you snapped your hips to his. He obligated acquiescently, helping you to bounce on him harder. His brows were knitted firmly, his head was thrown back, mouth agape open.

“I – I – I’m so –” your lips curled upwards, seeing him stutter like that. So pretty and just for me.

“I know, baby,” you leaned onto him, not slowing your thrusts. “Me, too. Let’s cum together, alright?” He kissed you slow, and a broken moan fell from your lips, giving him access inside your mouth. His grip on your hips tightened, fastening your pace. Every time his cock reached your g-spot, the knot in your stomach was growing stronger.

“Mummy,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside you.

“I know it’s hard to hold, love,” you breathed, thumb caressing his cheek. “Just be a good boy for mummy,” his cock twitched again to your praise, whimpers fell from his mouth. His little whimpers were your favourite song, that you’ll never get bored of listening to. Your hand on his cheek moved down, caressing the sides of his neck. “D’you want mummy to squeeze it?” he nodded eagerly, meeting his teary eyes with yours. You didn’t want to push him more to talk, but you knew James; the moment you capitulate to him, he’ll presume on it. “Use your words, darling.”

“Can – can you, mummy? Squeeze – squeeze it.” You, as the lady you are, weren’t going to reject your boyfriend’s gentle wish. Your pussy clenched around him as your hand tightened its grip on his neck. James’s incoherent whimpers blended with the snapping sounds while your hips were meeting each other at a bruising pace. His pubic bone was brushing your clit perfectly. You threw your head back, a strangled moan tearing out of your throat.

“Jamie,” you looked down at him, breathless. He removed his eyes from your breasts, a hopeful aspect in his eyes. “Cum for me, baby.”

With a few grunts spilling out of his mouth, you felt his cum painting your insides. His twitches and hot cum milking inside you drew you to the edge. Your hand on his throat tightened as your eyes went black a powerful orgasm washed over you.

James watched you with a submissive bliss in his eyes as you rode both your orgasms. He loved watching you cum, he loved knowing it’s him making you reach your climax. However, he wanted to do more to make you feel good. He knew you love being in control, but if you gave him one chance, just one chance to –

“You okay, love?” your breathless voice brought him back to your bed. Your head buried into a pillow, a hand slowly stroking his cheek. You lifted your head, eyes meeting his teary ones. “I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”

He shook his head, smiling widely. “C’mere.” you pulled him into your chest, hugging gently. Your hands brushing his curls with awe. “Wanna take a shower?” He bit his lip, shyly looking up to you. You held back your laugh. “What?”

“Can I – uhh,” he hid his face between your breasts. He was so sweet right now, you wanted to keep him there until he’s breathless. Not that he’ll mind, though, he loves that. “Ask you something, mummy,” he mumbled.

Your hands continued their job on his hair as you placed a small kiss on his head. “Of course you can, Jamie.” You felt his lips curled on your breast.

“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked, resting his cheek on your shoulder. You nodded, waiting to see where this goes. “And – And how much I love making you feel good.” He waited for your approval. You brushed your nose to his, humming. “And I know you like – and I know you love being the one in control, I love it, too.” He changed his position, now sitting beside you, his hands soothing your arm. “I just heard that – that Moony and Pads were –”

“Ah, Them again!” You snapped, those two were always trying to dissuade James with their stupid ideas. ‘You’re the man, mate. Take the ropes in your hands.’ But James wasn’t like them, you knew it. His little mind was getting fuzzy sometimes, that’s all.

“Just listen mummy, please. Haven’t I been a good boy?” with the way he pouted his lip, how can you resist him, really? You lifted yourself, just to stand on your elbows. “I just want you to relax a bit, I – I want you to – uh,” he stuttered as his cheek turned to the sweetest shade of red. “I want you to let me spoil you, mummy, please,” he whispered, hiding his face.

“Oh, James,” you laughed, pulling him to yourself. “Y’don’t need to feel that way.” You got on top of him with a swift movement. “I’m the one who’s supposed to spoil you. Aren’t you happy with that?” you peppered his face with soft kisses as he nodded, hands stroking your thighs with a half-smile on his face.

Your lips trailed down his neck, biting that soft spot just enough to make James whine. You giggled through his ear.“Let’s take a shower now, huh?”

“I’m–” you furrowed your brows, putting your hands on both sides of him. He glanced away. “I got a Quidditch practise, can’t be late, y’know.”

– – –

A few weeks later, you were sitting in the common room when Lily and Marlene came near. You were studying for the end of year exams; books and rolls of parchments sprawled all over the table, a half cup of coffee forgotten at the corner hours ago, your eyebags were as black as the ink stain on your shirt.

Marlene squawked. “End of year exams! That’s not like in a month!”

“Time flies fast.”

“You know how much I appreciate your tenacity but Marls is right,” said Lily with a concerned demeanour on her face. You shrugged, hands rubbing your eyes. “You need to relax.” she urged. You sighed, leaning back on your chair. They might be right.

Marlene nodded at Lily’s words, sitting beside you.“Tell me, sweetie,” she hung her arm around your shoulders. “when was the last time you and James had sex?”

“Marlene!” Lily shouted as she settled the chair on your opposite. “You can’t ask these things to people. It’s inappropriate.”

“What? We’re two friends chatting here.”

You laughed,“‘s alright Lils,” your eyes looking for James. He was sitting beside the fireplace with the rest of the Marauders. He took a sip from his drink whilst listening to Sirius with a wide smile and a mischievous spark in his eyes. They must be planning a new prank. Your lips curled upwards, his longing hitting your heart.

“Oi! I didn’t say that to go fuck him now,” Marlene snapped her hand in front of your face. “Though he’s all yours after tomorrow.”

You looked at her puzzled. “Why is that?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot.” When you remained silent with a blank face, Lily pressed her lips to each other. Marlene’s hands went up to her chest, shaking her head in disbelief. “The Quidditch match, tomorrow.”

“It’s the most important game of the year. If we win this, it’s guaranteed that we’ll be the champion this year.” Lily informed you.

Your head fell on the table, hitting your forehead steadily. “Shit, shit, shit.” You were so focused on yourself you didn’t even realise that you were ignoring James. The memories of him talking about the game and you slurred over him filling your mind, torturing you viciously. At first, you thought he was using Quidditch as an excuse to not hang out with you, so gave him the space he wanted. Then noticing how much you abandoned the lessons, you gave your priority to them. Poor James, knowing how much of a high achiever you’re, probably didn’t want to bother you.

Without losing more time, you found yourself next to your boyfriend. You hugged him from behind, massaging his shoulders as you trailed kisses down his jawline. He threw his head back, breath hitching with every touch of yours. “What is this for?” he asked with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Just wanted to say good luck to my star player.” You kissed the side of his mouth before settling beside him. He rested his hands at the sides of your waist, eyes twinkling to yours.

“Are you going to come to the match?” And you wanted to hex yourself until you’re paralysed at that moment.

“Of course I will,” you said, thumb drawing little circles on his leg, your other fingers wandering upwards ever slightly. “I know this match is important,” you pressed your hand on his leg, which was millimetres away from his crotch. “And I know how nervous you are before important matches,” leaning on his ear, you whispered, “luckily, I also know how to appease you.”

“You do?” he breathed the sweet red of shyness painting his cheeks and neck.

You gently bit his earlobe. “Don’t I?”

“You do.” he nodded, pressing his lips not to make a noise every time your fingers traced his hardening cock through the fabric of his pants.

“Oi! Go get a room!” Sirius threw a pillow towards you two.

“Do not get a room!” Marlene yelled across the room, interrupting her flirt with the tall Gryffindor.

You interlocked your fingers with James’, grinning at Marlene. “For the first time in his life, Black’s right, Marls.” Sirius rolled his eyes steeply.

“Don’t tire him,” you heard Marlene’s fed-up voice before turning to the stairs of the boys' dormitory.

“Back off, McKinnon.” James hissed.

You let out a little laughter, closing the door behind you. Trapping James between you and the door, you let your hands wander under his shirt with feather touches. His breath hitched, his needy eyes looking at you widely. Just his look was enough to make an arousal pool in your knickers. “Tell me, love. What do you want?”

His brows knitted. “What do I want?”

“Yes, baby,” you started to unbutton his shirt. “You’ve been such a good boy f’me, you deserve an award.” squeezing his abs slightly, you kissed his bare chest. “Don’t you think so?”

“Yeah, yeah. I was a good boy,” he propped his head to the door, thinking whilst you moved from his chest to collarbone; kissing, sucking and biting as those sweet little whines fell from his mouth. “Your good boy.”

You hummed. “My good boy.” You reached to his belt, unbuckling it fastly. Holding the waistband of his pants and underwear, you pulled them down as you kneeled and faced his already erected cock. Your mouth watered at the sight of the precum gathered on his tip.

“I – I thought I was deciding what we're doing.” You lifted your head to look up to James. He looked like he was having trouble looking at you while his cock was inches away from your face. You stuck your tongue out, licking the precum from his tip, your eyes glued to his.

“So y’ don't want this?” your mouth closed around his hard cock, sucking the tip slowly, amusing yourself with the taste. He shook his head while he tried to control himself from moaning. You dropped his cock with a 'pop'. Rising to your feet, you eyed James concernedly. “What do you want, Jamie?”

He pulled you into a kiss. His lips were corrupting yours hungrier than before. “Wanna – wanna taste you, mummy,” he said, breathless. His eyes were darkened with lust. You’ve seen James horny before but this – this was different. He grabbed you by the waist when you nodded, legs wrapping around him. And he attacked your neck.

“Jamie,” you moaned loudly when he bit your neck harshly.

“Sorry, mummy,” he mumbled without removing his lips from your neck. He got rid of his pants while walking through the bed. You were too lost in pleasure with his new actions. His hands groping your ass, teeth leaving marks on your neck, his cock slapping your thigh in every step. He flopped you to the bed, a mewl falling from your lips. “Wait here,” he grumbled, moving to his closet.

You sat on the bed, obligating him as he told you so. He was violent, yes. And you were surprised. But the thing that surprised you the most was that you actually liked it. You were so used to James being a whiny greedy little boy, it made you forget how strong and big he is.

James returned a few minutes later, hands filled with pillows, a cute grin spread on his face. “Gonna make you all comfortable, first.” His smile was infectious. He wrapped the pillows all around you, plumping them up as he did so. “You look tired, mummy.” his hands stroked your face, worshipping it.

You scrunched your face, “I know I look hor–”

James shushed you, pressing lips to yours. “Just relax,” jogging you through the pillows, he unbuttoned your shirt, exposing more of your skin. “Lemme be a good boy and take care of you.” You whined at his words. He kissed your collarbone, down to your chest. He cupped your breasts, which were covered with his favourite lacy bra, burying his face between them.

“I love these girls,” he uttered hoarsely. Your chuckle turned into a gasp when he nipped one of them. His hands skillfully got rid of your bra, mouth attaching your nipple. He rolled his tongue over your hardening bundle, sucking and kissing it as he hummed to himself. Of course, he didn’t leave your other breast uninterested. Kneading, pinching, squeezing… Your head was thrown back, too lost in pleasure. You tug your hands on his curls, pushing down. James looked up to you before switching between your breasts.

“You okay, mummy?”

“Yeah, yeah – Jamie, keep goin’.”

After he made sure he gave an equal interest to both breasts, he moved through your lower abdomen. He patted your thigh, guiding you to lift your hip. Obeying him, you let him take off your skirt and panties. He inhaled the smell of your soaked panties. “S’good. Can’t wait to taste you, mummy.” he trailed kisses from your knee to inner thighs, avoiding where you ached the most.

You whimpered, bucking your hips through his face. “Stop teasing, James!”

“Okay, okay,” he giggled, pressing your hips down. His index finger spreading your slick around your pussy lips, while he watched you gasp loudly with tantalising eyes. Your head was buried under pillows, trying to muffle your moans.

Your cunt clenched around nothing when James started to suck your engorged clit, thighs closing around his ears, making it hard for him to hear your pretty moans. But Merlin, he was so drunk on your sweet juices, he didn’t even mind it. Just kept licking and sucking your slobbering pussy, his tongue pumping in and out.

You cried out his name over and over again, stepping closer to your orgasm with every manoeuvre of his skilled tongue. “Cum f’me, love,” he mumbled against your pulsing sex.

The strongest orgasm washed over your body; it shook, twitched, spasmed as profanities left your hanging open mouth. Your grip on the sheets became looser and your blurry vision returned to normal whilst James’ mouth was working hard to drink every drop of your cum.

“Woah, my ears are ringing,” he grinned, flopping himself near you. A blissed smile was placed on your face, hand wiping the drool on the corner of his mouth. He kissed your hand, that awesome grin clinging on his face. “We should do it more often.”

You nodded. “Definitely,” your hand moved through his chest, running along the curves. “You had some hidden gems in there.”

He giggled to your praise, cheeks glowing red. You pecked a kiss on his lips, hand reaching down his lower abdomen. His softened cock welcomed you down there.

“Uhm,” he hid his face at the crook of your neck. “I might've came while eating you out.”

“So,” you laughed mouthfully, “can’t you handle a second round?”

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ao3feed-romione · 2 years

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Wildflower

Wildflower by slutformaraudersexceptwormtail

Alyssa Potter, Harry Potter's elder sister, has born to be a warrior, a protector. Her father was sure she'll take his heritage as a marauder very well even she was just a toddler. But the poor little girl was murdered violently by a death eater at the age of 3, right after her parents. Yet she lived. No one knew it until that day. The day she was saved by Aurors from the fire at the orphanage she stayed. Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt took her under his protection after Dumbledore's requests. After that day, Alyssa started live with Kingsley and learned about the war that took her family apart from her. She can't do anything about the past war but, can she protect her brother from the upcoming war? More importantly, is she just Harry Potter's sister or is she the keystone that could change the tide of the war?

Alyssa's Mixtape: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2Nc8iDQq1qU41STSHdsRcP?si=9065bb90ee654783&nd=1

Words: 34187, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Cedric Diggory, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Sirius Black, Charlie Weasley, Rubeus Hagrid, Bill Weasley, Cassius Warrington, Lots of OCs, Oliver Wood, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Nymphadora Tonks, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Luna Lovegood, Lee Jordan, Percy Weasley, Original Muggle Character(s)

Relationships: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, LGBTQ Themes, Slow Burn, The Golden Trio Era, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin Rivalry, Gryffindor & Ravenclaw Inter-House Friendships, Gryffindor & Hufflepuff Inter-House Friendships, Hogwarts, Quidditch, Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore's Army, long fic, Love Triangle-ish, Hogwarts Inter-House Friendships, Canonical Character Death, Non-Canonical Character Death, not writing the endgame ship cuz i want you to guess ehehe, cedric being the golden boy as ever, Harry Potter Has a Sibling, Process of Becoming an Animagus

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35682655

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moonbcrry · 3 years

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It's Been A Long Time

Remus Lupin x Black!Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N Black (Sirius' twin sister) and Remus were dating in Hogwarts and afterwards. But life separated you from each other. Years later, when you heard from your daughter that he's been teaching at Hogwarts, you didn't want to miss a chance to see him again.

warnings: angst, sexual thoughts(the reader is whore knee for Remus ehehehe), mentions of PTSD(if you squint), my English (not a native speaker lol), drinking (?), lmk if there is anything I missed.

Chapter Two

I've never written a second person POV before. I must admit it was fun.

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Your gaze ran between the door of the restaurant and your wristwatch. Your fingers tapped on the mahogany table with a steady rhythm. He's not late, you're early. You soothed yourselves while taking deep breaths.

You were in a small restaurant in muggle London, near your house. Your first thought about here was, how much Remus loves that place if he sees it. And that's why you invited him here, never thought he'd accept, though.

After your mother passed away, you took your daughter, Hope, and moved to a flat in muggle London. With all the heritage of the noble house of Black was in your possession, so you didn't actually need to work at all.

The door slowly opened, your head cocked towards there as you heard the little ring above the door. His tall frame entered, he deigned you his handsome face finally.

A humble smile appeared on his face when he saw you. You can't help but mimic his smile. He is older now, but that boyish smile didn't change a bit.

"Hi, Remus," you said when he sat down opposite you. You couldn't restrain your shaky voice. Merlin, like you're seventeen again. Your hands, on the other hand, were giving you in. Not knowing where to put them, a second they were in your hair, then on the table, then soothing your skirt. And you knew very well that reading a person's body language was his speciality. He also knew that you knew it.

"Hi, Y/N," he replied, that heart-melting smile never leaving his face. "lovely place," he scanned the restaurant then he locked his eyes to yours'. He was tired, you can tell. The full moon is approaching. "It's --" he cleared his throat, "It's been a long time."

"Indeed." you nodded. "Thirteen -- no, fourteen years."

"We're getting old," he breathed out, his gaze now travelling around the table. Then he looked up at you. "Not you, of course, you're -- you're still beautiful as the first day we met."

"Nah," scrunched your nose, while trying to hide your blush rising from your neck. "Don't you see this goosefoot?" you said, pointing at your laugh line.

"It just gilt your beauty with maturity."

"Oh, Remus," you covered your face with your hands. "You haven't changed a bit. Still the same boy always sees me more than who I am."

Remus laughed, you felt the longing at his laugh. "Because you always refuse to see who you really are." Remus regretted his words the moment he saw the grim filling your eyes.

"I'm a widowed woman who lost her entire family. Well -- not that I miss them." Your nails dug into your arms, remembering every moment you tried to gather your family together, but failed harshly every single time. "I'm scared, Remus," you confessed to him the thing even you couldn't confess to yourself. "What if I ended up like them? Even Sirius --"

"Ready to order, sir, madam?" the waitress's voice interrupted you.

After giving your orders, silence fell onto the table. Remus wanted to comfort you, reassure you that you won't end up like your family. But he was scared to say something. He was scared to break you, again.

"Your daughter," he decided to change the subject. "Hope, she is remarkable."

You smiled at the thought of your daughter. "She is." you shifted on your chair with excitement. Remus smiled with victory. "She fascinates me. I can't even imagine my life without her."

"They are very close with Harry, as well."

You nodded, smiling at their image. "They are pretty talented at getting in trouble. Just like their fathers."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"You said 'like their fathers', Y/N, Rosier and James weren't even friends." Remus' hand tensed, his brows furrowed, waiting for your reply.

The waitress served your orders, taking advantage of it, you averted your gaze from him, thinking for a way out.

"Yes?" Remus insisted, not letting you escape.

"Did I say 'fathers'?" You let out a stifled laugh, hands scratching your cheek. "I meant mothers. Y'know Lily and I were quite close back in Hogwarts."

"Yeah, you were." Remus nodded with relief. You knew he got questions in his mind. Questions he couldn't dare to ask you. "It was almost an impossible friendship back then. A Slytherin pureblood and a Gryffindor muggle-born. Especially from your point of view."

"We were just stupid kids." you waved a hand in the air. "And in my point of view," you smiled, "We were also impossible."

"We still are."

Your breath hitched at his harsh words. Is this how he sees you two now? He wasn't the hopeful lover boy you knew anymore. But can you blame him for that? You both had lived terrible lives, and you held on to your daughter while he was all alone. You looked at his scarred face painted with dusk, a single memory reblooming in your mind.

"Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?"

"Always," he responded without thinking. Then his lips turned upwards. The same memory falling into his mind. "The price of salt."

"Your mum gave it to me."

Remus took a sip of his wine. "And you thought she was trying to tell you that you are a lesbian." he started laughing as your face reddened with embarrassment. At last, you joined him, laughing.

A bottle of wine slipped away, the second was on the half. Your laughter filled the tiny restaurant, you both laughed like it wasn't the two of you who lost their loved ones to a war, one by one. But you chose to forget them for that moment, you chose to focus on only -- but only the good memories of your past.

"Oh, all I remember is Sirius' red face." you mimicked your brother's face as you tried not to laugh when you failed, the half-filled glass of wine shaking in your hand.

"How else was he going to react?" Remus scratched his neck, a genuine smile placed on his lips. "His sister in his best friend's bed, with his clothes."

You frowned, turning to your fifteen years old self. "It's like we did something."

"Almost did, actually."

You felt the heat rising in your lower stomach, your eyes slipped to his lips. Then to his big, scarred hands. You watched them as the blue veins on his hands flexed with his small movements. His slender fingers caressing your body the table. Those damn hands. Once again that night, your mind was filled with memories from the past. Only this time the heated ones were accompanying you.

You've been with a lot -- like a lot of men after Remus, but none of them made you feel good like he did. You wondered, Is it because you were inexperienced or was he really that good? You wouldn't mind if he wanted to test it, for the sake of the good old days. The feeling of his skin against --

"Y/N, Y/N." Remus took your hand, squeezed them slightly. Freeing you from your trance. "You alright? You were spaced out." His anxious face examined your heated one, trying to figure out your problem.

"Enough with the past, eh." You took a sip from your glass, avoiding Remus' gaze. Your other hand didn't leave Remus' until he pulled away. "So, new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher of Hogwarts," you smiled widely, "how is your life going with the students?"

He smiled. "I actually never thought I'd feel comfortable around kids."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded, his voice lowered unintentionally. "And thanks to the potion Severus made every month, I know that I won't do any harm to them."

"It's great to see you happy," you smiled, your heart fluttered with love. "How is your relationship with Severus?"

"Well, you know," Remus laughed awkwardly, "It's Severus, he is trying his best to show children that I'm a -- you know." you nodded solemnly. "I am actually surprised how he didn't tell anyone when he first found out."

You averted your gaze from him with guilt. Remus quirked an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you have an interest in this."

"I might've -- just a bit -- threatened him when he tried to tell Malfoys," you said, wearing an innocent smile. "But it was an empty threat, truly."

Remus shook his head, took another sip from his wine, you watched his Adam's apple bob. "You always manage to surprise me, Y/N." He put his glass on the table, leaning back on his chair. "How 'bout your life, Miss Black? It's still Black, isn't it?"

You smiled at his implicit question, feeling his gaze on you. You let him quiver a little, remaining your silence. "I'm working as a healer in a wizard's clinic at Surrey. You know, I always wanted to be a healer." Took another big and slow sip from your wine, never bothering to look at him.

Deciding he had enough, you let your eyes meet his green pupils. "It's still Black." He let out a breath of relief. You chuckled."What happened, Lupin? Scared that I get married ?"

"I learnt the first one from the Prophet, Y/N. When it comes to you, you never know what you will encounter!"His voice was coming from the back of his throat. The pain filled Remus' eyes, your wedding photos on the Daily Prophet appeared in his mind. You were beautiful and happy. And you weren't with him.

"Remus, I --"

"I don't even want to know. I don't want to hear your lame excuses." He rubbed his eyes nervously. You sank into your chair, wanted to disappear in it. He was right, at least you should've told him. He needed to know. "You -- you -- I loved you and you -- " The drunkness captured his body, tears fell down quietly.

You rose to your feet, kneeling beside his chair. Your eyes were red, a few teardrops wet your cheeks. You wiped Remus' tears, hands cupping his face. You connected your foreheads. "I'm sorry, Remus," you whispered.

Remus pulled you into a tight hug. "'S not your fault."

But it was.

You stood like that for a while. Weeping in silence. Holding onto each other like there was nothing else around. The hour was late. The restaurant was empty. And you were two long lost lovers.

At half past midnight, you and Remus were walking in silence in the street of your neighbourhood. Remus being the gentleman as he was, offered to esquire you to your home. Now in the empty street, only voices were your heels clicking the floor and a cat mewling from an unknown place.

A cold breeze washed over your bodies. You shivered, wrapping your arms around your torso. Remus quickly attempted to remove his coat, but you stopped him.

"It's alright, I love the --"

"The feeling of cold, cause it makes you feel real, mortal." You gazed into each other's eyes. With the drunkness still running in your veins, you felt hot. You wanted to touch him, feel him. His hands slowly approached yours, you swore he could hear the thud thuds of your heart.

He pulled you closer, hands wrapped around yours. His warm breath fanned over your face. The smell of wine and a bit of chocolate spun your head over your heels. You clutched onto his coat as his hands found your waist. "After all these years, after the thing you did to me," his voice was hoarse. He let his forehead meet yours, eyes closed. " How come I still succumb to you, how come I am ready to burn the worlds to the ashes with your one word, how?"

Your hand went up to his neck, to cup his jawline, to pull him into a kiss -- but an explosion near pulled you away instead. Watching the street lamp over you explode and bury that part of the street into darkness, you tried to see his face.

"My flat is near, I can go after here. Thank you for coming, it was a lovely night." you breathed out quickly as you start walking towards your home.

He caught you with his big steps, you could feel the tenseness in the air. "It's alright, I'll walk with you."

It was two minutes long walk to your home. It felt like an eternity. Remus’ gaze travelled between your face, your lips, your eyes. He was looking for a glimpse of emotion. But you were filled with thoughts at the moment. Your emotions were so deep inside you. And he needed to dig them out.

You stood in front of your door, Remus behind you. He sighed loudly as you failed to unlock the door, once again. It was hard to do it when he was this close. “Why don't you use your wand?”

“There are muggles in the building, Remus,” you warned him, whispering.

“It’s one in the morning, who’s going to see us?”

“I love my flat, I’m not risking it.”

Remus sighed again, pulled you closer to himself. Your back was pressed against his chest. You held your breath. He drew his wand out, holding it to the door. “Aberto,” he whispered to your ear. As the door opened slowly, you felt the arousal gathering in your knickers. "There you go,” he said, hands leaving your waist.

You took a step inside your house, legs trembling due to the contact you had a moment ago. Stop acting like you've never been touched by a man! You yelled to yourself in your mind. You turned to Remus, came across with his handsome, a bit drunk and a smiley face. He waved to you.

“Have a lovely night, Y/N. It was great to see you again.” How can my night be lovely when I’m that desperate to your touch. When he took a step on the stairs, you stopped him in panic.

“Remus!”

“Is something wrong,” he asked, eyeing you carefully. You shook your head.

“Would you -- I mean -- Would you like to come in? For tea? Or coffee?”

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Young, Stupid and Madly in Love

Remus Lupin x Black!Fem!Reader

summary: After the dinner you had, Remus returns to Hogwarts and remembers the old times.

warnings: fluff, kissing, crying, Remus being a softie, lots of fluffy stuff

Chapter One

A/N: Can't believe this took me forever to finish but here we are babes. And this will definitely have part 3 whether you want it or not :)

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Hope entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, a wide smile appeared on her face as she saw Hermione reading on her desk. She was the first one in class, as usual.

"Hi, 'mione. What you readin'?" she settled beside her, hands curling the strands of her hair that she took from you.

Hermione looked up to her, sighed and slowly lifted the cover of the book.

"Oh, A Tale of Two Cities," she sighed dreamily, putting a hand under her chin. "What an amazing book."

"If you'll excuse me, I want to read it," said Hermione irritatedly.

"Gee," she said, backing away from Hermione, "You don't come to talk while you're reading."

"It's because I'm reading, Hope! It's because I'm reading!"

Hope leaned down to Hermione, asking with a hushed tone. "That time of the month?"

"Good morning, girls." Remus left his office, walking inside the classroom as he greeted the girls. "You're early."

"Good morning, Professor," Hermione responded. "I came here for some reading before the class, and Hope is –"

"Here to annoy Hermione," Hope smirked, Hermione rolled her eyes. Remus laughed, as he sat down at his desk. Her unignorable similarity to Sirius was concernful. But he was sure you were handling it just like you did to Sirius.

"So, what are you reading Miss Granger," Hope’s smile widened as Remus asked with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

"Professor,” Hermione groaned as she closed her book with a sharp move, “You two won’t let me read aren’t you?”

“She is reading A Tale of Two Cities, sir. Have you read it?” Hope turned to Remus, ignoring Hermione’s groans.

“Yes, yes I have,” Remus answered genuinely, his mind slipping into the memory of a sunny day. “Have you, Miss Black-Rosier?”

“My mum read to me when I was small, I hardly remember it.” Hope shrugged. Of course, she did, thought Remus. Students started to fill the classroom slowly. “Why do you read this book to a six-year-old, though.”

“Oh, is it this book that your mum said –”

“ ‘I fell in love with the book and then to the boy who gave it to me’ yes, it’s this book.” Hope rolled her eyes as Hermione chuckled.

“I think it’s cute,” said Hermione, her hands stroking the sides of the book.

“Harry and Ron are gonna be late.” Hope turned to her back, looking at the door. “I bet it’s Malfoy, again. I can’t believe we’re related.” she brushed her face in disgust.

Remus watched the two as they continued their chat but he wasn’t listening to their conversation anymore. Your hazy voice was echoing in his mind through an old memory.

“Read it again, Remmy. Please,” you said, pouting your lips, giving him puppy eyes.

He chuckled, putting the book aside. You were laying on his lap in your secret meeting location in the forest. It was near the great lake, right in front of the little island in the lake. On a sunny May afternoon, end of year exams just ended and all these two lovers cared about was how to spend time together without getting caught by anyone.

“I have already read this chapter three times, love. It's always the same.”

You sighed, sitting up next to him. Then you cupped his face. “It’s not about the chapter, dummy. It’s about the person who reads it.” You pecked a kiss on his lips. He smiled, kissing your lips. Then your nose, your cheeks, your eyes until there was no place on your face he didn’t plant a kiss on. You fell on the ground, giggling. Remus was on top of you, still painting your face with wet kisses.

“I wish we can stay like this forever,” he said, brushing your hair away from your face.

“How about until dinner?” you kissed the scar underneath his chin. “Then we’ll figure it out forever, huh?”

“Sounds amazing.”

“Class, don’t forget to write your Hinkypunks essays until next week. And Mr Potter and Mr Weasley, try not to be late next time.” Remus ended the class, making the final reminders to the third years.

Harry and Ron nodded solemnly, Hope hung her arms around their shoulders. “You have to do something about Malfoy, he can’t just bully you.”

“You do it! Isn’t he your cousin, anyway,” Ron said, fussing over her. She smacked his head.

“Do I look like your mother over there, Ronald?”

“You do from here.” Harry grinned, looking at them.

– – –

“Are you sure this is going to work?”

“Nonsense.”

“Of course it’ll work, bubblegum.”

“We’ve done it a dozen times, never failed.”

“And how many times have you been caught?”

Remus followed the voices rising from the other side of the corridor. At lunchtime, usually, this corridor would be emptied, but he recognised the voices. The Weasley twins must be up to something again.

“Don’t worry, bubblegum. We’ll help you.”

“Don’t call me bubblegum!”

What Remus didn’t expect was, your daughter cooperating with them. “Is everything alright?” The kids hid their hands behind their back as they heard him. He raised an eyebrow as one of the twins swiftly grabbed the thing in Hope’s hand and pocketed it. A sly grin spread on his face, thinking Remus didn’t catch anything.

“We were just chatting, sir,” the other twin answered, putting his arm on her shoulder as he smiled innocently. She also smiled, looking at Remus. Remus was grateful that your daughter was your replica. He knew how to read you like a book and now she was standing in front of him, foot tapping to the floor in a slow rhythm. He didn’t need to see more.

“Anyone? Not even Pads!”

“Especially not him!”

“I don’t understand, why you don’t want –”

“Just do as I say, James!”

“What’s going on here?” Remus stood in the door, looking at James, Peter, who practically hid behind him and you arguing heatedly in an empty classroom. You rolled your eyes when you saw Remus. For the last two weeks, you were like this. Rolling your eyes when you saw him, ignoring when he tried to talk to you, even refusing your favourite chocolate when he offered one.

“Nothing mate,” said James, eyes wandering between you and Remus. “Y/N asked for something about, uhh –”

“Transfiguration,” you answered dryly. Your foot was tapping to the floor. Still not bothering to look at him. Only if he could figure out why you were mad at him, he was ready to fix it but leave him, even Lily didn’t know why.

“Yeah, transfiguration.” James grinned, “Y’know if she asked for Pads, he’d tease a lot. So she came to me.” he flexed his arms arrogantly, putting his hand on your shoulder.“Obviously.” You grinned at his smugness.

“I see,” Remus nodded solemnly, he didn’t buy it. “If there is anything I can do to –”

“Don’t you have more important things to do, Lupin?” your eyes snapped to his, crossing your arms on your chest. Lupin? Remus furrowed his brows, stepping closer to you. His hands were hesitant to reach for you.

“Did I do something wrong?” you chuckled nervously at his question, your foot tapping to the floor now faster. You turned to Peter and James. Clearing your throat, you straightened yourself.

“I’ll see you later, Peter, James. For Transfiguration y’know.” You waved them both, still ignoring Remus.

“Can we –” the door closing loudly, caused Remus to shut his mouth. He turned to his fellow Marauders, eyes flickering angrily. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing mate,” James shrugged, “tutoring her for Transfiguration. That’s all.” He shook his head.

“I heard you, James. Stop lying.” seeing the unbothered expression on James’ face, he looked down to Peter, who was already trembling behind James. “Wormtail?”

“Sorry, Moony,” he muttered, looking at his fingers. “But she scares me more than you do.” Then he flashed his eyes to him. “Even you are scared of her!”

“It’s not that he is scared of her, dude,” James sneered.

Peter furrowed his brows. “What else then?”

“Shut up, Prongs!”

– – –

Remus’ eyes darted around the empty classroom, lips curling when he spotted the girl cleaning the bookshelf. He stood behind her, leaning to a desk as she huffed loudly. “Why do you have so many books, Professor, honestly?”

“Would you rather clean Professor Snape’s classroom?”

She brushed her face at the thought of it. “I wish you could’ve taken Fred and George too. I was the one who pushed them into this.”

Remus laughed mouthfully. “I don't think anyone would believe that, Miss Black-Rosier.”

“Y’know,Professor, you can just call me Hope.” she smiled, turning to him. “Cause you look like you're in pain every time you say Black-Rosier.”

Remus pressed his lips to each other. The wave of guilt filling his chest. Even though he tried to maintain his feelings, especially towards Hope, he failed successfully. And she was the most innocent of anyone, after all.

Her curious eyes examined Remus carefully as she sat down at desk near. “Professor,” she said, biting her lip unsurely, her gaze running between him and her hands. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Hope.”

“Uhm, Do you – do –” she stuttered, fighting back with her tears, “Do you think that –” a fat teardrop rolled from her eye before she could even finish her sentence. Remus kneeled beside her, hands soothing the small of her back.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” he cupped her chin lightly, wiping the tears away from her cheek. “Tell me, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just – I’m – I’m scared.” she hugged Remus, hiding her face on the crook of his neck. He soothed her, hands stroking her hair.

“Of what?”

“S – Sirius Black.”

“Oh,” Remus tightened his grip on her. His heart ached at the way things ended like this. “You’re safe here, Hope.”

“It’s not me that I’m worried.” she sobbed. “It’s mum.” Her breathing was turning to normal with every second. It was awkward to her but since the day she met with Remus, she always felt safer, calmer near him. “What if that mental wants to hurt her? She’s out there all alone!”

“Well,” Remus smiled to himself, not sure if it was her concern about you or imagining how you’d react if Sirius makes the mistake of his life and tries to come near you. “It's not your mum who should be worried. If there is only one person that Sirius Black should’ve – which he probably is – scared of, it’s your mum.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She sniffed, feeling a lot better.“I believe that.”

“Sirius Orion Black!” your livid voice echoed through the portrait hole of the Gryffindor common room. Sirius’ eyes widened as he heard your voice, looking for a place to hide. You caught sight of him just before he turned for the boys dormitory. “Get your arse back here, you dimbo!”

“What’s happening,” Lily peeked near you, looking at you puzzled. You took a deep breath, but before you could even speak, a voice from the corner rose.

“You can’t just burst into our common room and yell at our fellow Gryffindors, snake!”

You turned on your heels, looking at the Gryffindor boy head to toe. You stepped closer to him, Lily watching the scene in silence, ready to intervene any moment. “Do you want me to take my anger out of you?”

He remained silent. “That’s what I thought.”

“Whatever he did, I’m sure Potter is relevant to that.” Lily rolled her eyes, pointing at the messy haired boy with round glasses. You nodded, walking through his near.

“Potter,” he glanced away when you called, pretending to be interested in something else. You put your hand on his shoulder, “Bring him here. I don’t want to go to your stinking dorms.”

“Sorry, Black,” James shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You gave him a threatening look. “If you have any interest in this, I won’t deal with you, James. I’ll directly hand you to Lily.”

James grinned. “Would you really?”

You shook your head as you headed through the boys dormitory, mumbling a “You’re hopeless, Potter.”

Approximately five minutes later, you and Sirius went down stairs, your hand gripping his ear harshly, nearly dragging him behind you. “Oi! It hurts!”

“As it should!” you yelled, rapidly walking out of the common room. “Firstly you’ll apologise to them, then you’ll tutor them for a week, understood?”

“A week? You’re meaner than Minnie,” Sirius whined.

You stopped, pushing his face down to your height. “Do you want it to be a month, dear brother?” He shook his head quickly. You left the Gryffindor common room at the same speed you came.

Remus, who watched the whole thing from the corner, went to James’ near. “What just happened here?”

“Well,” James scratched his neck, “he pranked the firsties, she must’ve found that out.”

“Just him?” Remus gave him an incredulous look.

“It’s better if she thinks it’s just him.” James shook his head. “She’s mental, mate.”

Remus turned to his chair, a dazed smile placing on his lips. And I’m mental for her.

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