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chocolate-coated hearts | r.l.

barista!remus x shy!reader

summary: you go to a new cafe to order donuts for your friend, immediately enamoured with the barista

tw: nothing? reader takes literature as a major, also kind of has social anxiety

a/n: might make this a series! i’ve got a few ideas <3

An anxious sigh escapes you as you stand idly outside the cafe, peering inside through the mosaicked windows. It was jam-packed, people pushing past each other and snake-like queues forming throughout the space. You wriggle your phone out of your coat pocket and glance at the message that your friend, Madison, had sent in a half hour ago.

hey gorgeous!! mind picking up a few donuts for me at Beanie’s before you come over? a few of the pbj ones, and some chocolate ones too. thanks xx

She was expecting, and you went by whenever you could to help her out after her asshole of a boyfriend left.

Normally, you wouldn’t bother. You hated crowded places, and Beanie’s was the definition of crowded – an old-style cafe which had blown up overnight because of its scrumptious donuts and vintage aesthetic. But who were you to deny the cravings of the woman bearing your goddaughter?

You take a deep breath and push the creaky wooden door open, cringing at how the bell rang and signalled the whole cafe to your presence. But no one so much as looked up, busy trying to buy or sell food, or find a table.

You push your way through the sea of people, joining the queue in front of the counter. It was long, you noted, and would probably take another fifteen minutes or so until it was your turn to place an order. You fish out your crumpled book from your bag and turn it to the page you had stopped on yesterday. It was the second classic of the term – Pride and Prejudice. Taking literature as a major meant you spent more time reading than anything else, but you weren’t complaining.

As you read, you scribbled down plot points to take note of and quotes which meant something worth writing about. Your eyes stayed glued to the page, trying to work out hidden meanings and flowery language. Once you were back home, you’d have to compile all your analysis onto that worksheet Professor Ragnarsson had given out, write the 10-page long review, and then –

“Hey! Shut the damn book and order, will you?”

Your heart jumps in your chest at the sudden harsh tone. You close your book and whip your head around to see a middle-aged man glaring at you before peering down at his watch. “There’s a long queue, and we don’t have all day.”

The heat rushes to your cheeks as you open your mouth to apologise – but before you can say anything, you hear an oddly soothing voice from behind you. “Hey, don’t be a jerk. She didn’t know the counter was open.”

You glance back towards the counter, and you swear your heart stopped beating for a second. Angelic was an understatement to describe the man standing in front of you, tall and lanky and absolutely fucking beautiful.

His chestnut brown hair perfectly framed his pale face, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as he glanced at the rude customer behind you. There were pinkish scars tracing from above his eyebrows to right below his lips, but they looked golden under the orange light – he looked like some kind of heavenly being.

When his eyes dart back to you, his expression instantly softened, lips tilting upwards in a smile. You thought you would melt into a puddle right there and then just by gazing into his warm, honeyed eyes. “Hi, gorgeous. What can I get you?”

You blink, your mouth involuntarily falling open slightly. Gorgeous? Was he talking to you? Maybe he was referring to the man behind you.

His smile widens, and that does absolutely nothing to calm the feeling of your heart bouncing around in your stomach. “It’s okay if you can’t choose just yet, I know the number of options can be…” he chuckles, “overwhelming. Take all the time you need to decide.”

Oh my god, you thought. His laugh sounded musical, like the tender feeling of being enveloped in a warm embrace. You’d put it on a record player and play it on loop for hours if you could.

“Hurry the fuck up –”

“One more word from you and you won’t be getting your coffee today, buddy,” the godly-looking barista snapped in a slightly louder tone at the man behind you, face contorted in irritation.

You hear silent cursing behind you, a twinge of embarrassment turning you red. You quickly glance back up. “Sorry, hi, hello. I’ll um… I…” the words were on the tip of your tongue, but seemed to dissolve when he glanced at you with those agonisingly pretty eyes and kind smile.

Snap out of it, you internally curse as you open your mouth again. “I’ll get three peanut butter-jelly donuts, and four chocolate donuts.”

“Okay. Which chocolate ones?” he asks, tapping his tongs against the display dome with stacks of donuts. There really were a lot of options – chocolate sprinkles, belgian chocolate, chocolate glazed, double chocolate – your mind seemed to freeze up for a second. Which one would Madison want?

You quickly look behind you, seeing the man’s face twisted up in what looked like rage. It seemed to be taking him all his willpower not to lash out at you, and the customers behind him didn’t look much far off.

You turn back to the counter, eyes wide with panic as you feel the blood rush to your head. You had never been good at this; thinking and choosing on the spot. That’s why Subway was always a no-go for you, that’s why Madison had specifically told you what to get her – just that she hadn’t been specific enough. “I… I’m not sure. I think, um…”

“Hey, take it easy,” you look back up to see Remus giving you a reassuring smile, a slight hint of concern on his face. Your despair must have been embarrassingly evident, then. “It’s alright if you can’t choose. Do you want me to pick for you?”

You ought to have been humiliated, the way you immediately nodded and gave in to his offer. But he just gave you an easy smile and nodded, picking up one of each type and placing them in the box.

“Thank you,” you mumble sheepishly as you move to the payment counter, fishing in your bag for a wad of notes.

“Of course,” he grins, and it was so bright you thought it could probably light up the whole cafe. “That’ll be $15.90.”

As he waits for you to pay, he takes a quick look down and begins to brush crumbs off his apron. You look up at the wrong moment, eyes immediately fixing on the curves of his biceps visible through his T-shirt, and his slender fingers.

He glances back up at you, catching a glimpse of your flustered look and instantly smirking. You look away abashedly, counting the money and handing it to him.

The brush of your fingers against his calloused palm sent a jolting shock through you as you quickly pull back, not missing the way his smile widened as he cashed the money into the register.

“Thanks for visiting, sweetheart. Hope to see you again soon.”

You don’t reply, afraid you’d crumble into a blushing, gooey mess. Flashing him a brief, nervous smile, you pick up the box of donuts before turning around and heading straight for the exit. Sweetheart.

You huff as you open the door and step outside, pulling out your phone to complain to Madison all about the stupidly handsome barista at her favourite cafe. God, he really knew what he was doing.

oh my gosh! I am in love! pleaseee continue this

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yesss i love barista!remus too much not to continue <3 !! i got so carried away and this was way longer than i expected it to be haha

chocolate-coated hearts | r.l. (part 2)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

barista!remus x shy!reader

tw: fluff, use of y/n

The rain patters down mercilessly, the tip-tap sound from where it’s hitting your file awfully loud. You break into a slight jog, holding the black file above your head as if it would offer some sort of protection against the downpour.

You were on the way back from the university, and had conveniently ignored your roommate’s reminders to bring an umbrella earlier that morning, because oh, are you sure you checked the forecast for the right day? and it hasn’t rained in weeks – why the hell would it rain today? Unfortunately, it did rain today.

The dampness soaked through your shoes as you moved, splashing upwards to wet your pants. You let out an exasperated sigh and lift your head, eyes darting around to seek shelter until the rain subsided.

In your peripheral vision, you could see a library – but that was way too chilly, given the way you were trembling. There was a bar, but… that was where your weird neighbour, Carl, went every evening. And you were in absolutely no mood to entertain his rambling. You wrap your arms around yourself, shivering as you trot a little further in an attempt to find a decent place. Wetness was seeping into your clothes, igniting a chill throughout your entire body.

As the seconds ticked by, you felt the frustration building up. Everything was just going so wrong today. Your lecturer had returned your analysis of Pride and Prejudice, and you had done so badly that it had to be redone. Plus, you were supposed to go out with Madison for lunch, but she had fallen horribly sick. And now, the torrential rain seemed to be mocking you – adding insult to injury.

The warm orange lighting of a sign came into view, and you squint your eyes to make out the words. Rubbing water off your face, you realise that the sign said Beanie’s. Well, it was a cafe – that was good enough. As you veered off the pathway to the right, you could smell freshly-baked cookies and coffee from the place. It better be warm inside, you thought. One more screw-up, and you genuinely believed you would burst.

You come to a stop outside the cafe, taking laboured gasps of air to catch your breath. You shake the water off your file and push the door open, stepping inside.

Fortunately, it was warm inside – you could feel the hot air blowing onto your skin immediately, drying your clothes from inside out. But to your misfortune, the heat seemed to be spreading to your face as well when you caught sight of the person behind the counter.

It had completely slipped your mind. But now it was all coming back to you, staring at his chiselled arms as he placed a plate of bagels on a tray. Your incident a few weeks ago, when you’d embarrassingly frozen on the spot and let the hot barista pick your donuts for you.

That had weighed on your mind for days, the way you had humiliated yourself in front of possibly the most angelic person on earth, and how said angel had treated you as though you were some kind of delicate flower.

You glance back out at the rain, drawing your lip in between your teeth as you contemplated your options. Either you went back out there, or you moved forward and ordered from Mr. Super Hot Barista. And you were definitely not going back into the rain.

Sucking in a deep breath, you brushed your soaked hair out of your face and wiped your hands on your sweatshirt. You shake off as much water as possible before walking towards the counter, feeling shivers run down your spine – from the cold or from shyness, you weren’t sure.

“Hi.” It comes out unnecessarily loudly, and you cringe. You actively try not to ogle at him, and your eyes fall on the tag on his shirt. Remus, it said. For fuck’s sake, even his name was pretty.

Mr. Super Hot Barista – Remus – looked up from the cookies he was boxing, his hazel eyes meeting yours. You could have sworn something like recognition flashed in his gaze. “Hey,” he smiled easily.

It was happening again, and you hated it. You felt your throat start to go dry as you held his gaze, and his smile slowly widened. You swallowed nervously, the quick drip, drip of water from your hair mirroring how fast your heart was beating. He very well knew the effect he was having on you, and was taking full advantage of it.

“So,” Remus started, “What would you like to order, sweetness?”

You thought you were going to pass out from the sheer amount of endearment in the nickname, eyes widening and cheeks turning pink. But you were a strong, independent young woman. And you were not going to let some random barista knock you off your feet.

“One small cappuccino, please,” you squeak, horrified at how small your voice was.

“Right,” he ducked his head to key it into the register, and you resist the urge to reach out and brush your fingers through his gorgeous curls. “And would you like any chocolate donuts with that?”

You swore your stomach flipped upside down at the comment – he remembered your little situation. Your hands come up to cover your reddening cheeks as you involuntarily let out an embarrassed groan.

The sound of his soft chuckle only exacerbates the sensation of your heart bobbing up and down in your chest. “Sorry, sorry – just messing with you.”

You let out a strangled sort of noise, still unwilling to look up and let him see just how flushed you probably were. When you press your face further into your palms, his voice softens. “Hey, I’m not trying to put you on the spot, I swear. I’m sorry.”

The slight tinge of guilt in his voice makes you look up immediately as you drop your hands to your sides. You see him standing in front of the coffee machine, preparing your cappuccino. “No, no. You’re not putting me on the spot, I’m just –” you sputter out, letting out a nervous chortle.

“God, you’re really embarrassed, aren’t you?” he breathes out in quiet laughter. “Calm down, pretty girl. I promise I won’t bite.” That majorly sucks, you thought. You envisioned how his lips would look biting into a cream puff, cursing yourself for even thinking of it a moment later.

“Okay,” you mumble, flipping your slightly less damp hair over your shoulder. And the next thing you utter, you don’t even think about it before saying it. “Don’t call me pretty girl.”

You immediately slap a hand to your mouth, eyes widening in shock at your own tongue. Literature students, and the yappers they are, Madison had once complained. Now you knew just how right she was.

Remus let out an amused snort, his lips curving upwards in a grin. “Okay, sorry, sweetness.”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“Someone’s picky,” he muttered, the smile still on his face as he pressed a lid onto the cup of coffee before pushing it towards you. “What can I call you, then?”

“Y/n,” you mumble, praying that your delight at having been asked your name was not showing on your face.

“Y/n,” he lets it roll around on his tongue, a sweet smile playing on his lips. He scribbles something onto your cup. “That’s a nice name.”

“You too,” you say without thinking, glancing downwards to pull money out the pocket of your pants. You look up to find him eyeing you with his eyebrow arched. A giggle escapes you as you point at his nametag. “Remus, right?”

He looks down at his shirt and chuckles, realisation lighting up his face. “Yeah, my name’s Remus.”

Remus glances back up as you drop the money into his hand. And you’re very careful not to let your fingers brush against his palm this time.

His smile was soft and sunny, making it feel like it had never even rained in the first place. “Bye.”

“Bye,” you echo, your heart fluttering in your chest as you offer him a smile. You turn around to find a table, and just then realise that the cafe was as crowded as it was the last time you were here, if not more.

You purse your lips worriedly. It was still storming outside, and you really needed to get started on your failed analysis and your newly assigned one –

“Y/n!”

You swivel back around to find Remus grinning at you. “You can sit here,” he gestures at the bar stools in front of the platform, which were unoccupied. “I get lonely anyway. It’ll be nice to have some fun company.”

“Oh,” you murmur, an unignorable sense of relief settling over you. “Okay, thanks.” You make your way over, setting your coffee and tote bag down on the platform before hauling yourself up onto the stool.

As he picks up donuts and packs them into boxes, you pull out your book and a stack of foolscap. Remus glances up at the sound, his face immediately lighting up. “M.L. Rio?”

You nod. If We Were Villains was the next book you were assigned to work on.

“That was a good book,” he says casually as he begins to work again. “Why, are you annotating it or something?”

You try not to beam. He reads, your brain was screaming at you. He reads and he has excellent fucking taste. Could he possibly be more perfect?

“Not just annotating,” you reply, a pleased lilt to your voice. “Analysing, for a project. Oh – I forgot to mention, I’m majoring in literature.”

“Literature, huh?” he grins as he sets his tongs down, and he looks almost bemused. “Interesting.”

You pull out a pen and begin to write, the smile never fading from your face. He lets you work in silence, the only sound being the metallic clinking of tongs as he packs pastries into bags and boxes.

“Hot take,” he says suddenly, a couple minutes later. You look up, surprised. “I don’t believe James was some sort of tragic hero, as people make him out to be. I think he was the villain.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he snorts, and a laugh bubbles out of you. “That’s a ridiculous opinion.”

Remus rolls his eyes. “As a literature student, I think you need to be more open-minded.”

“The title is ‘If We Were Villains’, not ‘I Am The Villain’!” you retort indignantly, earning a loud bout of laughter from him. He shakes his head indulgently, continuing to stack boxes. “Great point.”

You can hear the deadpan in his voice, but decide to take it as a victory anyway. Grinning, you get back to your book as a comfortable silence settles over the both of you.

It was hard, but you were trying your hardest not to glance up at him every once in a while. The glowy orange light on the ceiling shone down on him, and you felt your curiosity growing towards the pale scars that decorated his face.

Whenever he caught you staring, you immediately evaded his gaze and took a sip of your coffee, or jotted something onto your paper. You thought you may have seen him trying not to smile a couple of times.

You blink as you glanced at your foolscap, which was full of random squiggly lines and words written in an attempt to make it seem like you were concentrating. But it was absolutely impossible to focus with Remus in front of you.

You furrow your eyebrows disappointedly. It really was important that you finished this up by tonight, and you were obviously not getting any work done here. One look outside told you that, unfortunately, the rain had stopped and the moon had come out.

Remus perked up when he heard the shuffling coming from you. He looked up to see you packing your things. “Leaving so soon?”

“Sorry,” you mutter as you pick up your cup of coffee, almost finished with it. “I’ve got more work to do at home.” The stool screeches as you stand up, slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. You rake your fingers through your hair – you had spent so long in the cafe, it was completely dry now.

He smiles, “Nah, you don’t need to apologise. It was fun talking to you.”

Your heart smiled at that. “Yeah, I had fun too.”

He stays silent for a moment, observing you. Your face starts to feel hot again. “Okay then, I’m gonna go.”

“Hey, wait a minute,” he calls out, causing you to turn back around.

You tilt your head questioningly. “There’s a poetry reading happening here, tomorrow, at 5pm. You like poetry?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “Yeah, I like poetry.”

He nods, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Come round if you’re free. I think you’ll like it.”

It felt like fireworks had begun to explode everywhere within you, from your head to toes and even in those little spaces between your fingers. “Okay,” you murmur. Your heart was tingling with excitement. “I’ll try to make it.”

“Great,” he grins, chucking his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the platform behind him. “Cool, then. See you.”

“See you,” you smile dazedly, pivoting and walking towards the exit with your coffee in hand. Your beam widened as you walked out, strolling back home as you sipped your coffee.

Remus had invited you to a poetry reading. A poetry reading.

Your cheeks ached from how hard you were grinning. You drink the last bit of your cappuccino, going to throw it in a bin on the street. That’s when you caught sight of something scrawled in black ink on the side of the cup.

There was a heart next to your name, and a number below it. Call me, pretty girl, it said in brackets.

You skipped all the way home.

oh my gosh! I am in love! pleaseee continue this

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yesss i love barista!remus too much not to continue <3 !! i got so carried away and this was way longer than i expected it to be haha

chocolate-coated hearts | r.l. (part 2)

part 1 | part 2

barista!remus x shy!reader

tw: fluff, use of y/n

The rain patters down mercilessly, the tip-tap sound from where it’s hitting your file awfully loud. You break into a slight jog, holding the black file above your head as if it would offer some sort of protection against the downpour.

You were on the way back from the university, and had conveniently ignored your roommate’s reminders to bring an umbrella earlier that morning, because oh, are you sure you checked the forecast for the right day? and it hasn’t rained in weeks – why the hell would it rain today? Unfortunately, it did rain today.

The dampness soaked through your shoes as you moved, splashing upwards to wet your pants. You let out an exasperated sigh and lift your head, eyes darting around to seek shelter until the rain subsided.

In your peripheral vision, you could see a library – but that was way too chilly, given the way you were trembling. There was a bar, but… that was where your weird neighbour, Carl, went every evening. And you were in absolutely no mood to entertain his rambling. You wrap your arms around yourself, shivering as you trot a little further in an attempt to find a decent place. Wetness was seeping into your clothes, igniting a chill throughout your entire body.

As the seconds ticked by, you felt the frustration building up. Everything was just going so wrong today. Your lecturer had returned your analysis of Pride and Prejudice, and you had done so badly that it had to be redone. Plus, you were supposed to go out with Madison for lunch, but she had fallen horribly sick. And now, the torrential rain seemed to be mocking you – adding insult to injury.

The warm orange lighting of a sign came into view, and you squint your eyes to make out the words. Rubbing water off your face, you realise that the sign said Beanie’s. Well, it was a cafe – that was good enough. As you veered off the pathway to the right, you could smell freshly-baked cookies and coffee from the place. It better be warm inside, you thought. One more screw-up, and you genuinely believed you would burst.

You come to a stop outside the cafe, taking laboured gasps of air to catch your breath. You shake the water off your file and push the door open, stepping inside.

Fortunately, it was warm inside – you could feel the hot air blowing onto your skin immediately, drying your clothes from inside out. But to your misfortune, the heat seemed to be spreading to your face as well when you caught sight of the person behind the counter.

It had completely slipped your mind. But now it was all coming back to you, staring at his chiselled arms as he placed a plate of bagels on a tray. Your incident a few weeks ago, when you’d embarrassingly frozen on the spot and let the hot barista pick your donuts for you.

That had weighed on your mind for days, the way you had humiliated yourself in front of possibly the most angelic person on earth, and how said angel had treated you as though you were some kind of delicate flower.

You glance back out at the rain, drawing your lip in between your teeth as you contemplated your options. Either you went back out there, or you moved forward and ordered from Mr. Super Hot Barista. And you were definitely not going back into the rain.

Sucking in a deep breath, you brushed your soaked hair out of your face and wiped your hands on your sweatshirt. You shake off as much water as possible before walking towards the counter, feeling shivers run down your spine – from the cold or from shyness, you weren’t sure.

“Hi.” It comes out unnecessarily loudly, and you cringe. You actively try not to ogle at him, and your eyes fall on the tag on his shirt. Remus, it said. For fuck’s sake, even his name was pretty.

Mr. Super Hot Barista – Remus – looked up from the cookies he was boxing, his hazel eyes meeting yours. You could have sworn something like recognition flashed in his gaze. “Hey,” he smiled easily.

It was happening again, and you hated it. You felt your throat start to go dry as you held his gaze, and his smile slowly widened. You swallowed nervously, the quick drip, drip of water from your hair mirroring how fast your heart was beating. He very well knew the effect he was having on you, and was taking full advantage of it.

“So,” Remus started, “What would you like to order, sweetness?”

You thought you were going to pass out from the sheer amount of endearment in the nickname, eyes widening and cheeks turning pink. But you were a strong, independent young woman. And you were not going to let some random barista knock you off your feet.

“One small cappuccino, please,” you squeak, horrified at how small your voice was.

“Right,” he ducked his head to key it into the register, and you resist the urge to reach out and brush your fingers through his gorgeous curls. “And would you like any chocolate donuts with that?”

You swore your stomach flipped upside down at the comment – he remembered your little situation. Your hands come up to cover your reddening cheeks as you involuntarily let out an embarrassed groan.

The sound of his soft chuckle only exacerbates the sensation of your heart bobbing up and down in your chest. “Sorry, sorry – just messing with you.”

You let out a strangled sort of noise, still unwilling to look up and let him see just how flushed you probably were. When you press your face further into your palms, his voice softens. “Hey, I’m not trying to put you on the spot, I swear. I’m sorry.”

The slight tinge of guilt in his voice makes you look up immediately as you drop your hands to your sides. You see him standing in front of the coffee machine, preparing your cappuccino. “No, no. You’re not putting me on the spot, I’m just –” you sputter out, letting out a nervous chortle.

“God, you’re really embarrassed, aren’t you?” he breathes out in quiet laughter. “Calm down, pretty girl. I promise I won’t bite.” That majorly sucks, you thought. You envisioned how his lips would look biting into a cream puff, cursing yourself for even thinking of it a moment later.

“Okay,” you mumble, flipping your slightly less damp hair over your shoulder. And the next thing you utter, you don’t even think about it before saying it. “Don’t call me pretty girl.”

You immediately slap a hand to your mouth, eyes widening in shock at your own tongue. Literature students, and the yappers they are, Madison had once complained. Now you knew just how right she was.

Remus let out an amused snort, his lips curving upwards in a grin. “Okay, sorry, sweetness.”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“Someone’s picky,” he muttered, the smile still on his face as he pressed a lid onto the cup of coffee before pushing it towards you. “What can I call you, then?”

“Y/n,” you mumble, praying that your delight at having been asked your name was not showing on your face.

“Y/n,” he lets it roll around on his tongue, a sweet smile playing on his lips. He scribbles something onto your cup. “That’s a nice name.”

“You too,” you say without thinking, glancing downwards to pull money out the pocket of your pants. You look up to find him eyeing you with his eyebrow arched. A giggle escapes you as you point at his nametag. “Remus, right?”

He looks down at his shirt and chuckles, realisation lighting up his face. “Yeah, my name’s Remus.”

Remus glances back up as you drop the money into his hand. And you’re very careful not to let your fingers brush against his palm this time.

His smile was soft and sunny, making it feel like it had never even rained in the first place. “Bye.”

“Bye,” you echo, your heart fluttering in your chest as you offer him a smile. You turn around to find a table, and just then realise that the cafe was as crowded as it was the last time you were here, if not more.

You purse your lips worriedly. It was still storming outside, and you really needed to get started on your failed analysis and your newly assigned one –

“Y/n!”

You swivel back around to find Remus grinning at you. “You can sit here,” he gestures at the bar stools in front of the platform, which were unoccupied. “I get lonely anyway. It’ll be nice to have some fun company.”

“Oh,” you murmur, an unignorable sense of relief settling over you. “Okay, thanks.” You make your way over, setting your coffee and tote bag down on the platform before hauling yourself up onto the stool.

As he picks up donuts and packs them into boxes, you pull out your book and a stack of foolscap. Remus glances up at the sound, his face immediately lighting up. “M.L. Rio?”

You nod. If We Were Villains was the next book you were assigned to work on.

“That was a good book,” he says casually as he begins to work again. “Why, are you annotating it or something?”

You try not to beam. He reads, your brain was screaming at you. He reads and he has excellent fucking taste. Could he possibly be more perfect?

“Not just annotating,” you reply, a pleased lilt to your voice. “Analysing, for a project. Oh – I forgot to mention, I’m majoring in literature.”

“Literature, huh?” he grins as he sets his tongs down, and he looks almost bemused. “Interesting.”

You pull out a pen and begin to write, the smile never fading from your face. He lets you work in silence, the only sound being the metallic clinking of tongs as he packs pastries into bags and boxes.

“Hot take,” he says suddenly, a couple minutes later. You look up, surprised. “I don’t believe James was some sort of tragic hero, as people make him out to be. I think he was the villain.”

“No.”

“Yes,” he snorts, and a laugh bubbles out of you. “That’s a ridiculous opinion.”

Remus rolls his eyes. “As a literature student, I think you need to be more open-minded.”

“The title is ‘If We Were Villains’, not ‘I Am The Villain’!” you retort indignantly, earning a loud bout of laughter from him. He shakes his head indulgently, continuing to stack boxes. “Great point.”

You can hear the deadpan in his voice, but decide to take it as a victory anyway. Grinning, you get back to your book as a comfortable silence settles over the both of you.

It was hard, but you were trying your hardest not to glance up at him every once in a while. The glowy orange light on the ceiling shone down on him, and you felt your curiosity growing towards the pale scars that decorated his face.

Whenever he caught you staring, you immediately evaded his gaze and took a sip of your coffee, or jotted something onto your paper. You thought you may have seen him trying not to smile a couple of times.

You blink as you glanced at your foolscap, which was full of random squiggly lines and words written in an attempt to make it seem like you were concentrating. But it was absolutely impossible to focus with Remus in front of you.

You furrow your eyebrows disappointedly. It really was important that you finished this up by tonight, and you were obviously not getting any work done here. One look outside told you that, unfortunately, the rain had stopped and the moon had come out.

Remus perked up when he heard the shuffling coming from you. He looked up to see you packing your things. “Leaving so soon?”

“Sorry,” you mutter as you pick up your cup of coffee, almost finished with it. “I’ve got more work to do at home.” The stool screeches as you stand up, slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. You rake your fingers through your hair – you had spent so long in the cafe, it was completely dry now.

He smiles, “Nah, you don’t need to apologise. It was fun talking to you.”

Your heart smiled at that. “Yeah, I had fun too.”

He stays silent for a moment, observing you. Your face starts to feel hot again. “Okay then, I’m gonna go.”

“Hey, wait a minute,” he calls out, causing you to turn back around.

You tilt your head questioningly. “There’s a poetry reading happening here, tomorrow, at 5pm. You like poetry?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “Yeah, I like poetry.”

He nods, the hint of a smile on his lips. “Come round if you’re free. I think you’ll like it.”

It felt like fireworks had begun to explode everywhere within you, from your head to toes and even in those little spaces between your fingers. “Okay,” you murmur. Your heart was tingling with excitement. “I’ll try to make it.”

“Great,” he grins, chucking his hands in his pockets as he leaned against the platform behind him. “Cool, then. See you.”

“See you,” you smile dazedly, pivoting and walking towards the exit with your coffee in hand. Your beam widened as you walked out, strolling back home as you sipped your coffee.

Remus had invited you to a poetry reading. A poetry reading.

Your cheeks ached from how hard you were grinning. You drink the last bit of your cappuccino, going to throw it in a bin on the street. That’s when you caught sight of something scrawled in black ink on the side of the cup.

There was a heart next to your name, and a number below it. Call me, pretty girl, it said in brackets.

You skipped all the way home.

Hello,💚

I was wondering if you’d be willing to write Remus x Fem!Reader who just had surgery of some sort? Preferably some hurt/comfort and fluff, where R is in pain and Remus is sweet about it?

Or if you’re not comfortable with that, any hurt/comfort with Remus would be great :))

(This is my first time requesting, but I really love your works! I just had surgery for my endometriosis, and I haven’t been sleeping much because of pain, so I’ve been up binge reading your works instead 😅)

💚

thank you so much for the request angel! honestly this hit home, because my mum had to have surgery for her endometriosis too, and i just wanted to say that i’m proud of you for being so strong. i hope that the pain has eased now, and you’re getting some well-deserved rest! <3

better | r.l.

tw: mention of surgery, hurt/comfort

remus lupin x reader

Remus rolls over on the bed, feeling around for you until he finds your hand. He takes your fingers in his, lacing them together before giving a soft squeeze.

“Hey sweetheart,” his words are soft and stringed together, as though dipped in honey. Your eyes are wide open as you look at him, the soft moonlight from the window casting shadows across your face. “Hi.”

“Still can’t sleep?” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles gently. His heart aches as he eyes you, curled up in a foetal position with your arms wrapped around your knees. You’ve pressed yourself so tightly together Remus thinks you might squeeze yourself half to death.

“No,” you mumble, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice for his sake. But he can see the slight contortion in your features, and he knows the pain is bothering you.

You’d just gotten surgery for your endometriosis a few days ago, after much convincing from your boyfriend. The pain had been bothering you for months before the surgery and he was convinced that you would feel a lot better once you faced the music. However, these past few days post-surgery weren’t proving to be any better, and he’d often find you in tears from how much everything hurt.

Remus hated that he couldn’t do anything to just take all your pain away and make it alright. But like all good things, it had to get worse before it got better.

He reaches a hand out, cupping your face in the basin of his palm as he silently thumbs your cheek. You relax into his touch, and let your eyes flutter closed.

“Rem,” you whisper.

“Yeah, dove?”

“It really hurts.”

Remus doesn’t miss the crack in your voice, and he feels like his heart is being cleaved in two. A pitiful sound comes from the back of his throat as he extends his other hand to stroke comfortingly at your hairline. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

At his sympathy, you curl in on yourself even further as though pained. Hot tears dribble down your cheeks and curve the bridge of your nose, and Remus moves his thumb to swipe at them. You whimper, and it makes him hurt in all the worst ways.

“I’m so tired. And I just want to sleep, but I can’t, and –” you choke pathetically on the lump in your throat. Remus shushes you, unable to stop himself from tugging you closer until your knees are squished between both of your chests. He presses a hand to your back, rubbing up and down your spine in a way he hopes is comforting.

Leaning forward, he presses his lips to your hairline. “I’m so sorry, honey. But you’re going to feel better in a few more days.” He desperately wishes his kiss could convey all the comfort and love you needed right now.

Remus needles an arm between your knees and stomach, pressing the back of his hand to your abdomen. His fingers start to trace a circular motion, knuckles brushing against your stitches in the same way they’ve done countless times before. He feels the muscles underneath his hand relax slightly.

“But what if I don’t feel better?” you warble. “What if I never sleep again?”

Remus could almost laugh at how loopy the meds made you if you didn’t sound so pitiful. More tears wet your eyelashes, and he indulgently kisses them away before smoothing his fingers over your cheeks.

“Then I’ll get you sleeping meds.”

“Really?” you sniffle, and it’s the most hopeful you’ve sounded that whole week. But you both know that Remus wasn’t going to let you ruin your system with more medicines than necessary.

“No,” he whispers bemusedly, almost guilty when he hears the earnest longing in your voice, “but what I can do for you right now is get you the heating pad.”

You don’t even look upset at his words, seemingly expecting the response. Your lip quivers as you draw it in between your teeth guiltily. “I don’t want you to get up, though. You should be getting some rest. I bet you’re exhausted, looking after me all night.”

Remus presses a quick peck to the tender spot beneath your eye as he pushes his elbows into the mattress, hoisting himself up straight. “I’m up, sweetheart.” He pulls his hand away from your abdomen, unable to stop the small smile that forms when you whine in protest.

He bends down to press another kiss to your forehead, and you feel the upward curve of his lips against your skin. “And I don’t mind looking after you. The only thing I’m worried about right now is you not getting enough rest.”

You hum softly in response, and Remus resists the urge to cocoon you in a mountain of blankets and smother your pain away. Instead, he brushes strands of hair back from your face. “Try to sleep, please.”

“After you get me the heating pad.”

He hums indulgently, moving his hand to the nape of your neck and comfortingly brushing over the baby hairs there. “You want anything else? Chocolate, or hot tea, maybe?”

“Chocolate would be nice,” you admit.

“Then chocolate it is,” he smiles as he stands up, rounding the bed.

“Rem?”

“Yeah, dove?”

“Are you sure you can’t get me sleeping pills?”

Remus huffs out a laugh, giving your foot a warning squeeze before leaving the room.

Hello,💚

I was wondering if you’d be willing to write Remus x Fem!Reader who just had surgery of some sort? Preferably some hurt/comfort and fluff, where R is in pain and Remus is sweet about it?

Or if you’re not comfortable with that, any hurt/comfort with Remus would be great :))

(This is my first time requesting, but I really love your works! I just had surgery for my endometriosis, and I haven’t been sleeping much because of pain, so I’ve been up binge reading your works instead 😅)

💚

thank you so much for the request angel! honestly this hit home, because my mum had to have surgery for her endometriosis too, and i just wanted to say that i’m proud of you for being so strong. i hope that the pain has eased now, and you’re getting some well-deserved rest! <3

better | r.l.

tw: mention of surgery, hurt/comfort

remus lupin x reader

Remus rolls over on the bed, feeling around for you until he finds your hand. He takes your fingers in his, lacing them together before giving a soft squeeze.

“Hey sweetheart,” his words are soft and stringed together, as though dipped in honey. Your eyes are wide open as you look at him, the soft moonlight from the window casting shadows across your face. “Hi.”

“Still can’t sleep?” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles gently. His heart aches as he eyes you, curled up in a foetal position with your arms wrapped around your knees. You’ve pressed yourself so tightly together Remus thinks you might squeeze yourself half to death.

“No,” you mumble, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice for his sake. But he can see the slight contortion in your features, and he knows the pain is bothering you.

You’d just gotten surgery for your endometriosis a few days ago, after much convincing from your boyfriend. The pain had been bothering you for months before the surgery and he was convinced that you would feel a lot better once you faced the music. However, these past few days post-surgery weren’t proving to be any better, and he’d often find you in tears from how much everything hurt.

Remus hated that he couldn’t do anything to just take all your pain away and make it alright. But like all good things, it had to get worse before it got better.

He reaches a hand out, cupping your face in the basin of his palm as he silently thumbs your cheek. You relax into his touch, and let your eyes flutter closed.

“Rem,” you whisper.

“Yeah, dove?”

“It really hurts.”

Remus doesn’t miss the crack in your voice, and he feels like his heart is being cleaved in two. A pitiful sound comes from the back of his throat as he extends his other hand to stroke comfortingly at your hairline. “I know, baby. I’m sorry.”

At his sympathy, you curl in on yourself even further as though pained. Hot tears dribble down your cheeks and curve the bridge of your nose, and Remus moves his thumb to swipe at them. You whimper, and it makes him hurt in all the worst ways.

“I’m so tired. And I just want to sleep, but I can’t, and –” you choke pathetically on the lump in your throat. Remus shushes you, unable to stop himself from tugging you closer until your knees are squished between both of your chests. He presses a hand to your back, rubbing up and down your spine in a way he hopes is comforting.

Leaning forward, he presses his lips to your hairline. “I’m so sorry, honey. But you’re going to feel better in a few more days.” He desperately wishes his kiss could convey all the comfort and love you needed right now.

Remus needles an arm between your knees and stomach, pressing the back of his hand to your abdomen. His fingers start to trace a circular motion, knuckles brushing against your stitches in the same way they’ve done countless times before. He feels the muscles underneath his hand relax slightly.

“But what if I don’t feel better?” you warble. “What if I never sleep again?”

Remus could almost laugh at how loopy the meds made you if you didn’t sound so pitiful. More tears wet your eyelashes, and he indulgently kisses them away before smoothing his fingers over your cheeks.

“Then I’ll get you sleeping meds.”

“Really?” you sniffle, and it’s the most hopeful you’ve sounded that whole week. But you both know that Remus wasn’t going to let you ruin your system with more medicines than necessary.

“No,” he whispers bemusedly, almost guilty when he hears the earnest longing in your voice, “but what I can do for you right now is get you the heating pad.”

You don’t even look upset at his words, seemingly expecting the response. Your lip quivers as you draw it in between your teeth guiltily. “I don’t want you to get up, though. You should be getting some rest. I bet you’re exhausted, looking after me all night.”

Remus presses a quick peck to the tender spot beneath your eye as he pushes his elbows into the mattress, hoisting himself up straight. “I’m up, sweetheart.” He pulls his hand away from your abdomen, unable to stop the small smile that forms when you whine in protest.

He bends down to press another kiss to your forehead, and you feel the upward curve of his lips against your skin. “And I don’t mind looking after you. The only thing I’m worried about right now is you not getting enough rest.”

You hum softly in response, and Remus resists the urge to cocoon you in a mountain of blankets and smother your pain away. Instead, he brushes strands of hair back from your face. “Try to sleep, please.”

“After you get me the heating pad.”

He hums indulgently, moving his hand to the nape of your neck and comfortingly brushing over the baby hairs there. “You want anything else? Chocolate, or hot tea, maybe?”

“Chocolate would be nice,” you admit.

“Then chocolate it is,” he smiles as he stands up, rounding the bed.

“Rem?”

“Yeah, dove?”

“Are you sure you can’t get me sleeping pills?”

Remus huffs out a laugh, giving your foot a warning squeeze before leaving the room.

chocolate-coated hearts | r.l. (part 3)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

barista!remus x shy!reader

You smoothen the ruffles on your dress, twirling this way and that. One last glance at the mirror was spent convincing yourself you looked fine before you finally stepped out of your apartment.

The wind blew your hair back as you walked, the click-clack of your boots on the pavement mirroring the thumping of your heart. It was loud and fast, so much so that you wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bomb waiting to explode in you.

The barista, Remus — possibly the loveliest human being on earth, had invited you to a poetry reading at Beanie’s. He scribbled down his number onto your coffee cup too, which had to have meant something.

The nerves were starting to get the better of you, your heart climbing its way up your throat as you neared the café. 

This was the first time you so desperately wished that you hadn’t majored in literature, that you didn’t feel the impact of words as deeply as you did. A poetry reading would definitely trigger the part of you which didn’t shut up once uncorked, and you were praying you didn’t mess this whole thing up with your tendency to ramble.

Beanie’s was always crowded, but as you pushed the door open, the largeness of the mob was startlingly obvious. You couldn’t help but think it looked more like a fish market than a café, feeling skin against skin as you pushed past people.

There was a small stage set up at the corner, fairy lights strung above it. At the moment, there was a teenage girl timidly reciting something from a scrunched up piece of paper. You paid her no heed, craning your neck to find Remus.

Just then, an arm wrapped around your waist and you yelp, head swivelling to come face to face with Madison. “Hi, gorgeous.”

You sigh, feeling the tension leave your shoulders as she gives you a peck on the cheek. Of course, she came. Your best friend wouldn’t shut up for hours after you told her Remus had given you his number. “Hey.”

“Where is he?” she asks immediately, trying to follow your line of vision.

You shrug, eyes darting around till you spot someone’s gaze trained on you from across the café. It’s not Remus, by any means. But he’s undeniably attractive, long black curls and tattoos all over. Once you finally meet his eyes, he grins and wriggles his eyebrows. Who the fuck —

Just then, Remus sticks his head out from behind the stranger and beams at you, giving you a wave. You immediately shift your gaze to him, your heart feeling like it can’t decide whether it wants to be in your throat or chest.

A small smile makes its way onto your face as you wave back, trying to shove your way over to him with Madison on your heels. 

“And now, we’ve got Remus Lupin, with The Bell Jar by Sylvia… um… Plait? Plaque! Sylvia Plaque!” a waiter suddenly squeaks into the microphone before scurrying off stage. You pause in your movements, Remus giving you an almost apologetic smile before he climbs up.

“Hello,” he tests the microphone, his lips curving upwards as some members in the crowd cheer. You notice that the black-haired man from earlier seemed particularly enthusiastic, yelling “Go, Moony!” and sticking his fingers in his mouth to whistle.

You train your vision back on Remus as he starts to speak. “So, this isn’t exactly a poem,” he starts. “It’s an excerpt from one of my favourite books. And it really resonated with me, so I’d like to share it with you.”

You listen silently, anticipating whatever he was going to say next. It was alarming how much this mattered to you, that he had good choices in stories and poems and words. Because how were you to fall in love with a man who didn’t feel lingo as deafeningly as he felt the beat of his heart? He wouldn’t be able to understand you; you were sure, if he couldn’t listen to the silent pleas of scribbles on pages. You conversed like a book, like you were begging to be understood and silently guarded in the heart of one’s brain – and you only hoped that there was someone out there willing to peruse scripture after scripture till he memorised the language of your lips. Right now, you were really wishing that someone was the gorgeous man in front of you.

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story…”

Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in his soliloquy. You don’t just hear his speech, but you listen. You listen to the ache that seeps into his voice, the silent rasp of air leaving his lips as he stresses on words he deems important, the sheer longing etched in every word. And you couldn’t see it, but you could feel his gaze on you, you could feel the string connecting his heart straight to yours.

“...they plopped to the ground beneath my feet,” he finishes. A slow, somewhat hesitant round of applause sounds in the café.

You open your eyes, unsurprised to find them misty. You bring your fingers to your cheeks and swipe the tears away. Madison was gripping one of your hands, squeezing it. The both of you were used to this, your onslaught of tears whenever you felt a little too hard. 

You watch as Remus steps off the stage, disappearing into the sea of people. Someone else climbs up, and you zone out, getting lost in your thoughts once more.

“Hey.” You blink, looking up to see Remus in front of you now, his pretty face scrunched up a bit in worry. “Hey, Y/n. You okay? Saw you getting a little emotional just now.”

Madison makes a small squeal of excitement, and Remus flashes her a small smile before turning back to you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

A teary chuckle bubbles out of you, “Sorry, yeah, I’m all good. It’s just – that was really something. It hurt in the best way. You have great taste, you know.”

He softens at your confession, a smile playing on the edges of his lips. “Thank you. And I get it, I couldn’t stop crying for almost an hour when I first read it.”

You let out a real laugh at the thought of that, and his smile breaks into a grin. He reaches forward, and you barely have a moment to comprehend it before he’s wiping away the tears on your cheeks. You really hope he can’t feel the heat emanating from your skin, or hear the giggles from beside you.

You make it a point to shoot Madison a dirty look as he pulls his hand away. “On another note,” he starts, and you can hear his slight cockiness at having you all flustered, “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Of course –” you meant to say that you’d cleared your schedule to be able to make it, but the words die on your tongue as he whips a rose stalk out from behind his back and holds it out for you.

You stare up at him blankly, feeling your heartbeat growing more erratic by the second. “A small thank you for attending.”

“You give it to all the customers, then?”

“No. Just the prettiest one.”

You press a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from gasping, and shakily reach out to take the flower from him. Twisting it in your fingers, you feel your heart start to turn to mush – he had cut off all the thorns on the stalk.

“Thank you.”

He grins, and it’s more endearing than the rose between your fingers. A sideway glance at your best friend tells you she’s at the edge of combusting into giggles and swoons.

“Hello, lovely ladies.”

Your gaze shifts to the right of Remus to see that man, the good-looking one who had been staring at you from afar. You arch an eyebrow, but Madison matches his energy. “Hey, handsome.”

His eyes linger on you. “You’re Y/n, I assume. Moony – Remus has told me all about you.” Your heart does a backflip and you glance at Remus, only to find him already smiling at you.

“But you,” he turns to your best friend, his thoughtful expression morphing into a grin. “Who might you be?”

“Madison.”

“Madison,” he drawls. “Sirius.”

You watch as Sirius compliments her dress, and she turns a red so deep it could rival how you had been minutes ago. And you smile, because you knew she’d been belittling herself over her appearance with the baby bump.

Remus silently tugs on your hand, steering you away from them. He glances over at the two of them again, grinning. “Sorry about Sirius. The asshole can be such a flirt.”

You huff out a laugh. “No, it’s quite alright. Madison’s quite the lovergirl herself, and god knows she needs this after her previous relationship.”

He nods understandingly, and a silence settles over the two of you. “I’m glad you came. You know, studying literature and stuff, I thought you’d like it.”

“I’m glad I came too. But I’m sorry you had to see me like –” you chuckle nervously, doing a jazz hands in front of your face, “like this, tears and all.”

His curls bounce as he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. You couldn’t help but think that all the creative evocations you’ve ever read fell short in comparison to the depth of his eyes. “That’s nothing to apologise for, sweet girl. You look just as lovely even when you’re crying.”

You pull your lip between your teeth to stop the smile from spreading across your face, feeling your heart do a somersault in your chest.

“Babe –” Madison comes over, out of breath. “Can we leave? I still haven’t gotten the groceries for tonight. And you’re helping me with dinner.”

You glance over her shoulder to see Sirius watching her with hearts in his eyes, and you let out a soft snicker when you see tints of Madison’s maroon lipstick on his cheek. “Okay.”

Madison starts pulling you towards the exit. You cast a glance at Remus, smiling and waving.

“Y/n!” Remus calls out, and you tug on Madison’s fingers to get her to stop.

“Yeah?”

“How else would you like me to see you?”

You blink. “Huh?”

He chuckles. “You said you didn’t want me to see you like this, in tears. How else – where else can I see you, sweetness?”

Your heart jolts at his obvious attempts at flirting, and how easily it was working.

“Tammy’s Bookstore,” you almost mumble, shyness flooding into your voice. “8pm to 12am shift.”

Remus seems to have gotten the answer he wanted. “Cool. I’ll see you there sometime.”

You turn around before he can see how pink you’ve turned, urging Madison out the shop.

“And sweetheart? Use the phone number.”

a/n: okay so i had a lot of fun with this part!! but i'd love to hear feedback, if you think maybe i'm sidetracking or you have any ideas for the next part <3 also the excerpt mentioned is about how we can't take every opportunity we wish we could in our short life, and it's from the bell jar by Sylvia Plath. agonisingly beautiful, hits you right in the feels!! here it is if you're interested :)

chocolate-coated hearts | r.l. (part 3)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

barista!remus x shy!reader

You smoothen the ruffles on your dress, twirling this way and that. One last glance at the mirror was spent convincing yourself you looked fine before you finally stepped out of your apartment.

The wind blew your hair back as you walked, the click-clack of your boots on the pavement mirroring the thumping of your heart. It was loud and fast, so much so that you wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bomb waiting to explode in you.

The barista, Remus — possibly the loveliest human being on earth, had invited you to a poetry reading at Beanie’s. He scribbled down his number onto your coffee cup too, which had to have meant something.

The nerves were starting to get the better of you, your heart climbing its way up your throat as you neared the café. 

This was the first time you so desperately wished that you hadn’t majored in literature, that you didn’t feel the impact of words as deeply as you did. A poetry reading would definitely trigger the part of you which didn’t shut up once uncorked, and you were praying you didn’t mess this whole thing up with your tendency to ramble.

Beanie’s was always crowded, but as you pushed the door open, the largeness of the mob was startlingly obvious. You couldn’t help but think it looked more like a fish market than a café, feeling skin against skin as you pushed past people.

There was a small stage set up at the corner, fairy lights strung above it. At the moment, there was a teenage girl timidly reciting something from a scrunched up piece of paper. You paid her no heed, craning your neck to find Remus.

Just then, an arm wrapped around your waist and you yelp, head swivelling to come face to face with Madison. “Hi, gorgeous.”

You sigh, feeling the tension leave your shoulders as she gives you a peck on the cheek. Of course, she came. Your best friend wouldn’t shut up for hours after you told her Remus had given you his number. “Hey.”

“Where is he?” she asks immediately, trying to follow your line of vision.

You shrug, eyes darting around till you spot someone’s gaze trained on you from across the café. It’s not Remus, by any means. But he’s undeniably attractive, long black curls and tattoos all over. Once you finally meet his eyes, he grins and wriggles his eyebrows. Who the fuck —

Just then, Remus sticks his head out from behind the stranger and beams at you, giving you a wave. You immediately shift your gaze to him, your heart feeling like it can’t decide whether it wants to be in your throat or chest.

A small smile makes its way onto your face as you wave back, trying to shove your way over to him with Madison on your heels. 

“And now, we’ve got Remus Lupin, with The Bell Jar by Sylvia… um… Plait? Plaque! Sylvia Plaque!” a waiter suddenly squeaks into the microphone before scurrying off stage. You pause in your movements, Remus giving you an almost apologetic smile before he climbs up.

“Hello,” he tests the microphone, his lips curving upwards as some members in the crowd cheer. You notice that the black-haired man from earlier seemed particularly enthusiastic, yelling “Go, Moony!” and sticking his fingers in his mouth to whistle.

You train your vision back on Remus as he starts to speak. “So, this isn’t exactly a poem,” he starts. “It’s an excerpt from one of my favourite books. And it really resonated with me, so I’d like to share it with you.”

You listen silently, anticipating whatever he was going to say next. It was alarming how much this mattered to you, that he had good choices in stories and poems and words. Because how were you to fall in love with a man who didn’t feel lingo as deafeningly as he felt the beat of his heart? He wouldn’t be able to understand you; you were sure, if he couldn’t listen to the silent pleas of scribbles on pages. You conversed like a book, like you were begging to be understood and silently guarded in the heart of one’s brain – and you only hoped that there was someone out there willing to peruse scripture after scripture till he memorised the language of your lips. Right now, you were really wishing that someone was the gorgeous man in front of you.

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story…”

Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in his soliloquy. You don’t just hear his speech, but you listen. You listen to the ache that seeps into his voice, the silent rasp of air leaving his lips as he stresses on words he deems important, the sheer longing etched in every word. And you couldn’t see it, but you could feel his gaze on you, you could feel the string connecting his heart straight to yours.

“...they plopped to the ground beneath my feet,” he finishes. A slow, somewhat hesitant round of applause sounds in the café.

You open your eyes, unsurprised to find them misty. You bring your fingers to your cheeks and swipe the tears away. Madison was gripping one of your hands, squeezing it. The both of you were used to this, your onslaught of tears whenever you felt a little too hard. 

You watch as Remus steps off the stage, disappearing into the sea of people. Someone else climbs up, and you zone out, getting lost in your thoughts once more.

“Hey.” You blink, looking up to see Remus in front of you now, his pretty face scrunched up a bit in worry. “Hey, Y/n. You okay? Saw you getting a little emotional just now.”

Madison makes a small squeal of excitement, and Remus flashes her a small smile before turning back to you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

A teary chuckle bubbles out of you, “Sorry, yeah, I’m all good. It’s just – that was really something. It hurt in the best way. You have great taste, you know.”

He softens at your confession, a smile playing on the edges of his lips. “Thank you. And I get it, I couldn’t stop crying for almost an hour when I first read it.”

You let out a real laugh at the thought of that, and his smile breaks into a grin. He reaches forward, and you barely have a moment to comprehend it before he’s wiping away the tears on your cheeks. You really hope he can’t feel the heat emanating from your skin, or hear the giggles from beside you.

You make it a point to shoot Madison a dirty look as he pulls his hand away. “On another note,” he starts, and you can hear his slight cockiness at having you all flustered, “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Of course –” you meant to say that you’d cleared your schedule to be able to make it, but the words die on your tongue as he whips a rose stalk out from behind his back and holds it out for you.

You stare up at him blankly, feeling your heartbeat growing more erratic by the second. “A small thank you for attending.”

“You give it to all the customers, then?”

“No. Just the prettiest one.”

You press a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from gasping, and shakily reach out to take the flower from him. Twisting it in your fingers, you feel your heart start to turn to mush – he had cut off all the thorns on the stalk.

“Thank you.”

He grins, and it’s more endearing than the rose between your fingers. A sideway glance at your best friend tells you she’s at the edge of combusting into giggles and swoons.

“Hello, lovely ladies.”

Your gaze shifts to the right of Remus to see that man, the good-looking one who had been staring at you from afar. You arch an eyebrow, but Madison matches his energy. “Hey, handsome.”

His eyes linger on you. “You’re Y/n, I assume. Moony – Remus has told me all about you.” Your heart does a backflip and you glance at Remus, only to find him already smiling at you.

“But you,” he turns to your best friend, his thoughtful expression morphing into a grin. “Who might you be?”

“Madison.”

“Madison,” he drawls. “Sirius.”

You watch as Sirius compliments her dress, and she turns a red so deep it could rival how you had been minutes ago. And you smile, because you knew she’d been belittling herself over her appearance with the baby bump.

Remus silently tugs on your hand, steering you away from them. He glances over at the two of them again, grinning. “Sorry about Sirius. The asshole can be such a flirt.”

You huff out a laugh. “No, it’s quite alright. Madison’s quite the lovergirl herself, and god knows she needs this after her previous relationship.”

He nods understandingly, and a silence settles over the two of you. “I’m glad you came. You know, studying literature and stuff, I thought you’d like it.”

“I’m glad I came too. But I’m sorry you had to see me like –” you chuckle nervously, doing a jazz hands in front of your face, “like this, tears and all.”

His curls bounce as he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. You couldn’t help but think that all the creative evocations you’ve ever read fell short in describing the depth of his eyes. “That’s nothing to apologise for, sweet girl. You look just as lovely even when you’re crying.”

You pull your lip between your teeth to stop the smile from spreading across your face.

“Babe –” Madison comes over, out of breath. “Can we leave? I still haven’t gotten the groceries for tonight. And you’re helping me with dinner.”

You glance over her shoulder to see Sirius watching her with hearts in his eyes, and you let out a soft snicker when you see tints of Madison’s maroon lipstick on his cheek. “Okay.”

Madison pulls you towards the exit. You cast a glance at Remus, smiling and waving.

“Y/n!” Remus calls out, and you tug on Madison’s fingers to get her to stop.

“Yeah?”

“How else would you like me to see you?”

You blink. “Huh?”

He chuckles. “You said you didn’t want me to see you like this, in tears. How else – where else can I see you, sweetness?”

Your heart jolts at his obvious attempts at flirting, and how easily it was working.

“Tammy’s Bookstore,” you almost mumble, shyness flooding into your voice. “8pm to 12am shift.”

Remus seems to have gotten the answer he wanted. “Cool. I’ll see you there sometime.”

You turn around before he can see how pink you’ve turned, urging Madison out the shop.

“And sweetheart? Use the phone number.”

a/n: okay so i had a lot of fun with this part!! but i'd love to hear feedback, if you think maybe i'm sidetracking or you have any ideas for the next part <3 also the excerpt mentioned is about how we can't take every opportunity we wish we could in our short life, and it's from the bell jar by Sylvia Plath. agonisingly beautiful, hits you right in the feels!! here it is if you're interested :)

okay | r.l.

a/n: for my academically burnt out girlies (can you tell i’m one of them😭)

tw: fluff

remus lupin x reader

Remus quietly padded down into the common room, unsurprised to find you seated at the table with parchments and books scattered around you.

There was a puddle of drool spreading from where your face rested against a book, fast asleep. Remus internally winced; there was no way that was a comfortable position for your neck.

He gently brushes the tips of his fingers against your hairline and you immediately jolt awake, almost knocking his arm in the process.

You raise your hands to rub your eyes with slowed movements, the exhaustion lining your features painfully obvious. You turn to him, befuddled, before realising who it is and softening.

You looked adorable, mussed up hair and wide-eyed. It had Remus thinking about how it would feel to wake up to the sight for the rest of his life. “How long have you been up for, dove?”

He flattens his palms onto your shoulder blades, needling pressure into the tense muscles with his thumbs. You melt under his touch, your shoulders slumping. “Not very long,” you lie.

“It’s 4am, baby. You’ve been studying all night, haven’t you?”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth, letting out a soft sigh. “Yeah… I guess. But I have to, there’s still three more chapters I’m not done revising. I just need more coffee.”

“The last thing you need right now,” Remus mutters as he lets go of your shoulders and lowers himself into a chair beside you, “is coffee. You need to get some rest, sweetheart. You’re not gonna be able to remember anything when you’re this tired.”

He uses his foot to push your chair around till you’re facing him. You reach for him immediately, sleepy movements causing you to lay your arms, bundled up, in his lap. Bemusedly, he takes your hands and starts to rub circles into your wrists.

“But I’m not tired,” you argue, though your eyelids look like they’re physically weighing you down. You’re blinking so forcefully Remus thinks it would generate enough energy to power a light bulb. “I just took a power nap and I’m good now.”

“That’s not enough, dove. It’s late, and you’re gonna be fucked up tomorrow. You need proper rest.”

“Do I?”

“You do.”

Your face is lovably scrunched up now, and Remus can’t tell if you’re trying to challenge him or if your brain really is that fuzzy.

He moves to gather your materials and you make a small noise of protest, dazedly shaking your head. “I can’t rest now, I need to finish studying first.”

You seem hardly able to track his movements, eyelids drooping shut every few seconds. “You can study tomorrow, sweetheart. You’ve studied enough for tonight.”

You huff, stubbornly staying put in your chair. Remus rises to his feet, tucking the stack of books in one arm before firmly pulling you up with the other. You stay silent, obviously annoyed but too exhausted to fight back.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as he leads you up the staircase to his dorm. The anxiety in your features is palpable, and he feels bad for worsening it. But he knows you, he knows you would never feel like you’ve studied enough. You’d work yourself to the bone if you had it your way, so it was up to him to make sure you didn’t.

“You look exhausted, baby,” he murmurs as he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead. You visibly soften, your expression morphing into one less rigid. “I am exhausted.”

“I know,” he concedes, pushing you onto the bed until you’re properly laying down. “You’re gonna do better with rest, trust me. You’re gonna be okay.”

You hum weakly in response, eyes fluttering shut as soon as your head hits the pillow. Even in your dazed state, your arms extend towards him.

Remus lets out a soft chuckle and climbs into the bed next to you, pulling the covers over the both of you.

You shuffle towards him, seeking his warmth. He wraps an arm around your middle and tugs till you’re snugly pressed up against each other, pecking a kiss to the soft skin beneath your eye. “I meant what I said, alright? Don’t worry about the test. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Okay,” you whisper, and he feels that last bit of uncertainty you had melt away as you deflate. Your words come out muffled as you move impossibly closer, snuggling your face into his chest. “Okay. G’night.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

okay | r.l.

a/n: for my academically burnt out girlies (can you tell i’m one of them😭)

tw: fluff

remus lupin x reader

Remus quietly padded down into the common room, unsurprised to find you seated at the table with parchments and books scattered around you.

There was a puddle of drool spreading from where your face rested against a book, fast asleep. Remus internally winced; there was no way that was a comfortable position for your neck.

He gently brushes the tips of his fingers against your hairline and you immediately jolt awake, almost knocking his arm in the process.

You raise your hands to rub your eyes with slowed movements, the exhaustion lining your features painfully obvious. You turn to him, befuddled, before realising who it is and softening.

You looked adorable, mussed up hair and wide-eyed. It had Remus thinking about how it would feel to wake up to the sight for the rest of his life. “How long have you been up for, dove?”

He flattens his palms onto your shoulder blades, needling pressure into the tense muscles with his thumbs. You melt under his touch, your shoulders slumping. “Not very long,” you lie.

“It’s 4am, baby. You’ve been studying all night, haven’t you?”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth, letting out a soft sigh. “Yeah… I guess. But I have to, there’s still three more chapters I’m not done revising. I just need more coffee.”

“The last thing you need right now,” Remus mutters as he lets go of your shoulders and lowers himself into a chair beside you, “is coffee. You need to get some rest, sweetheart. You’re not gonna be able to remember anything when you’re this tired.”

He uses his foot to push your chair around till you’re facing him. You reach for him immediately, sleepy movements causing you to lay your arms, bundled up, in his lap. Bemusedly, he takes your hands and starts to rub circles into your wrists.

“But I’m not tired,” you argue, though your eyelids look like they’re physically weighing you down. You’re blinking so forcefully Remus thinks it would generate enough energy to power a light bulb. “I just took a power nap and I’m good now.”

“That’s not enough, dove. It’s late, and you’re gonna be fucked up tomorrow. You need proper rest.”

“Do I?”

“You do.”

Your face is lovably scrunched up now, and Remus can’t tell if you’re trying to challenge him or if your brain really is that fuzzy.

He moves to gather your materials and you make a small noise of protest, dazedly shaking your head. “I can’t rest now, I need to finish studying first.”

You seem hardly able to track his movements, eyelids drooping shut every few seconds. “You can study tomorrow, sweetheart. You’ve studied enough for tonight.”

You huff, stubbornly staying put in your chair. Remus rises to his feet, tucking the stack of books in one arm before firmly pulling you up with the other. You stay silent, obviously annoyed but too exhausted to fight back.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as he leads you up the staircase to his dorm. The anxiety in your features is palpable, and he feels bad for worsening it. But he knows you, he knows you would never feel like you’ve studied enough. You’d work yourself to the bone if you had it your way, so it was up to him to make sure you didn’t.

“You look exhausted, baby,” he murmurs as he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead. You visibly soften, your expression morphing into one less rigid. “I am exhausted.”

“I know,” he concedes, pushing you onto the bed until you’re properly laying down. “You’re gonna do better with rest, trust me. You’re gonna be okay.”

You hum weakly in response, eyes fluttering shut as soon as your head hits the pillow. Even in your dazed state, your arms extend towards him.

Remus lets out a soft chuckle and climbs into the bed next to you, pulling the covers over the both of you.

You shuffle towards him, seeking his warmth. He wraps an arm around your middle and tugs till you’re snugly pressed up against each other, pecking a kiss to the soft skin beneath your eye. “I meant what I said, alright? Don’t worry about the test. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Okay,” you whisper, and he feels that last bit of uncertainty you had melt away as you deflate. Your words come out muffled as you move impossibly closer, snuggling your face into his chest. “Okay. G’night.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

still here | r.l.

summary: it's your birthday :(

a/n: this is the first time i’ve ever really cried when writing something, it’s got a home in my heart now and i hope you like it!! 🫶 (also listen to our lovely girl billie while reading for added heartbreak)

tw: past suicide attempt

You lean back on the couch from where you’re bending over the table. Remus wastes no time in wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. He gently presses his lips to your forehead. “Happy birthday, lovely girl.”

“Thank you,” you mumble half-heartedly, grateful but too overwhelmed to show it. 

There’s a cut-up chocolate cake in front of you, which Remus had insisted upon baking. He’d honoured your wishes not to throw a big bash, and of not wanting an actual present. He didn’t exactly understand why — but he loved you too much to not do what you wanted him to; birthday or not.

Guilt weighs heavily on your heart; Remus has been kinder than you deserve. You decide to help him understand.

“You know,” you start softly, tilting your head to lay it on his shoulder. He hums in acknowledgement, fingertips grazing your sleeve as he starts to rub your arm. “I didn’t think I would last this long.”

The shakiness in your voice surprises even you. You feel Remus’ hand still on your arm. 

“What?” he murmurs. You can’t decipher if the slight lilt to his voice is because of sadness or confusion.

“I didn’t think I would last this long,” you repeat quietly, just to be safe, and you feel his hand coasting across your back as he gently grabs your shoulders. He turns you towards him, and you don’t wait for him to ask before you start to explain. “When I was 13, I couldn’t imagine ever making it this far. I tried to kill myself.”

Remus’ eyes widen the slightest bit as he takes in your sudden admission. His grip on your shoulders doesn’t falter; and it’s like you both know he’s the only thing holding you upright. 

When he doesn’t respond, your gaze immediately drops to the couch, shame clouding your eyes.

“I… I didn’t know that.”

The crack in his voice makes you look back up, meeting his gaze. His features are softer, sadder; somehow. There’s the slightest bit of grief in the way he’s regarding you. “Are you glad you made it this far?”

You rub your lips together, taking a shaky breath to make sure your voice comes out evenly. “Yeah,” you exhale softly. “Yeah, I am. I got to meet you.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“No,” you reply honestly. “I love my work. My friends, I really like hanging out with them. And I’d say our apartment is pretty sweet.”

The concern in Remus’ expression is still evident, his brows pinched together almost painfully. His hands bunch up the fabric on your shoulders, tugging you towards him. You’re certain the action is subconscious – he looks lost in thought, like he’s deliberating wrapping you up in his arms and never letting you go.

“Would you like more reasons?” you ask quietly, feeling your vision start to blur. You shouldn’t be surprised that he cares this much, but you are.

When he nods, your heart melts – the magma seems to be pooling in your stomach, and you feel the kind of warmth you’ve only ever been able to feel since you met him.

“Okay,” you decide to indulge him. “I like coffee when I wake up, especially when you make it. Feeding the stray dogs on the side of the road every morning. And my guitar, I like to make music on it. I think music is nice.”

You feel your throat start to clog up, the image of Remus distorting into a blurry swirl in your eyes. “It’s lovely when it rains, especially when we’re both at home, cuddling. And –”

Your voice comes out wobbly, the tears coming hard and fast now. You want to stop, but push on for his sake.

“And I really like our apartment. Did I mention that? Also, your hugs – I love the way you hug. It’s like you really love me, and —”

“I do love you,” Remus interrupts in a shaky exhale, words barely audible from the way his voice is trembling. “I love you, okay? I love you a whole lot. And I’m so glad you’re still with me.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, gently pulling you even closer towards him. You meet him in the middle, arms instinctively wrapping around his waist as he brings his hands up to encircle your shoulders.

Remus squeezes you like it’s his job to hold you together, and you hear a soft sniffle as he buries his face in your hair. 

“I’m so glad you’re still here,” he says again. Your heart clenches in your chest, in all the best ways.

“I love you,” you respond, because you both know it’s synonymous with Thank you for giving me a reason to be here.

Daylight

Remus x You

WC: 4k

Summary: In which you realize that loving Remus is truly daylight.

TW: mentions of cheating, use of y/n

an: loves i hope you enjoy the first fic of the marauders lover album!!

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The view was gorgeous. The sun was slowly beginning to set but not entirely gone, and the soft summer breeze gently blew against the guests’ hair and dresses. It was a glorious sight. You stood at the very edge, watching with bated breath as you nervously held the flowers in your hand. Your hands felt cold, and your stomach was in knots. You’re positive if you had extended your arm, your hands would have been shaking. Looking at the end of the aisle, you saw him. And suddenly, the darkness in your head became daylight.

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It was after OWLS that you, Remus, Sirius, and James lounged in the common room. You didn’t have much to do since your exams ended. You laid your legs on top of Sirius’, and he gave them a comforting squeeze. Smiling back at him, you flicked another piece of popcorn at James’ face. He unsurprisingly caught the popcorn.

“How do you reckon you did on the exams, love?” Sirius asked, reaching for the bowl on your lap. You shrugged. You were so nervous leading up to the exams that you weren’t even sure you passed. Remus had helped you study, and he knew that you would pass. However, you did not return the confidence. Remus’ interest piqued and is waiting to hear your answer. He had spent the better half of two months tutoring you. Bless him; he would wake up early to create flashcards for you. He would prepare practice quizzes for you to feel more confident in your skills.

“Truthfully? I don’t think I am going to pass. I feel like I completely failed!” You confess. Sirius looked at you, slightly confused. He knew that Remus had been tutoring you like a madman. He would’ve assumed you would’ve felt confident enough to agree that you had passed.

“It's okay, Y/n. I, too, feel like I failed.” James chimed in. He popped another piece of popcorn in his mouth. He didn’t think he had failed, but he didn’t want all the attention on you. He saw you get tense.

“Dove, why do you feel you failed?” Remus asked in a soft tone. You groan. How could you explain to your lovely Remus that you probably failed because the better half of your tutoring sessions were spent with you staring at him? A blush crept its way to your cheeks at the attention. You wouldn’t fess up to Remus, so why did you feel so uneasy about your exams?

“I just don’t think I did well, s’all.” You spoke as you turned to look at Remus’ stare. His warm brown eyes held a comforting look that you almost forgot that it was because you were in love with him that you felt that you had failed.

“I think you did just fine, dove.” Remus got up and squeezed your hand as he left the common room. You felt like you were being roasted. Your face had become hot, and Sirius seemed to catch on.

“Love, you okay over there?” Sirius commented. You turned to glare at him and nodded nonetheless, but he didn’t respond. So, he had made eye contact with James. Neither he nor James believed you. It had become an underlying suspicion between the two boys that you were smitten for your friend. But James had convinced Sirius not to tease you about it anymore. He just didn’t think it would do you any favors if Sirius continued to tease you for being so shy around Remus. The boys dropped it and opted to go to the Great Hall in order to eat their dinner.

”Y/n?” James spoke as he saw Sirius at the door. You look up at him with slight confusion in your face as you turn.

“If you like him, please tell him.” James didn’t say anything else and walked back up to Sirius. They left you in shock, were you really that obvious?

Remus had opted to go visit the astronomy tower. He knew there was something that you weren’t telling him about why you felt so uneasy about your exams. He spent hours working with you to ensure that you knew what you were doing. He graded your work and he saw how smart you were. So why didn’t you believe in yourself? What was causing you not to believe in yourself the way he did in you? Maybe he was slightly biased but it was you. You were everything for him. So he believed you passed. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t see that. He of course would never tell you out right how much he cared and why he cared that much. But he would try and show it in ways he knew. Which was why he was now sitting in the astronomy tower staring out onto the stars thinking about you and how he desperately wished he could tell you he loved you. Yet he wouldn’t do that, he wouldn't dare do anything that would cause him not to have you anymore. So there alone he sat not thinking much about what was happening with you to think that you weren’t brilliant. His inner sulking was cut short when he heard someone on the stairs.

“Moony is that you?” Sirius questioned his friend. Truthfully Sirius knew it was him he had seen his location on the map. Remus had been at the tower for nearly three hours. Sirius thought it was time for him to come back.

”Pads.” Remus replied.

”C’mon back to our dorm loverboy.” Remus didn’t bother to argue with Sirius. He knew that Sirius knew that he liked you. So what was the point in lying about it? Silently the two boys walked back to their common room. It was comforting to Remus. While the comfort was there the underlying hurt of not being with you began tearing away at Remus.

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You walked down the aisle and he looked radiant. Suddenly all the pain that you had gone through was worth this moment. All the heartache that you two experience was beyond worth this moment to be here with him. You reached the altar and you were starstruck speechless. He was gorgeous, his eyes sparking in the sunlight and in his suit Remus looked amazing. You had begun to think that you didn’t want to look at anything else. Nothing else mattered. He was everything to you. As you reached the altar Remus reached for your veil and uncovered your face. The brightness of your smile caused a swarm of butterflies to swell in Remus’ stomach. You felt similarly as you watched him smile. The sun behind him caused a beautiful halo behind and it made everything ethereal. Remus gently brushed his hand on the apple of your cheek and caused goosebumps to rise. Everything felt magical. You were truly and utterly in love with him.

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It was the night of the Yule Ball and it was feeling a bit awkward because you were going with your cousin's best friend Max. All because Remus wasn’t going with you. It wasn’t like it was his fault even though he also had feelings for you. You sat in your shared dorm with Lily and Marlene helping you get ready for the ball and helping you with your hair.

“Babe you look gorgeous!” Marlene cheered as she finished your makeup as Lily applied the last few clips on your hair. She had finished the final touches as she gently brushed your hair away from your face and onto your back. The gentle curls looked wonderful with your dress. Your dress was a beautiful lavender color with an iridescent white touch to it. You looked radiant. The moons that Lily placed in your hair gently glowed in the dim light of the castle, it made you beyond stunning. Slowly you descended the stairs, you hate to admit it but you were looking for Remus, yet he was nowhere to be found. Rushing to your side was an overly dramatic Max. Pouting, you look at him masking the defeat you felt.

He wasn’t Remus.

“Max!” You tried but it felt weird talking to him like this. You didn’t feel much like conversing with him, you simply wanted to find Remus. As the night went on you couldn’t find him and the sinking feeling that he wasn’t there continued. It felt terrible to know he wasn’t there but it was also nice to know that he wasn't with another girl. It calmed your mind a bit that he hadn’t told you that he couldn’t come because he was with another girl but that he actually couldn’t come. Lily had mentioned something about James saying that he also wasn’t going this year and Sirius apparently was also missing the ball. It was hard to come to terms with it but it made you feel better that Remus wasn’t ditching you. You’d probably be given some sort of excuse on Monday about why he didn’t show. Trying to not feel so incredibly disappointed you made your way to the dance floor taking Max by the hand and beginning to dance the night away.

Unbeknownst to you the Yule Ball this year happened to take place during a full moon. Which meant that you would not be seeing Remus until the following Monday. Why was that how it went about? Well, he never wanted you to see him after his run in with his lycanthropy. Even though you knew to a degree about what happened to Remus every month it was never agreed upon that he was in fact a lycanthrope. You simply called it his run with the wolves. He always returned scared and slightly bruised. It hurt to see especially when you had no idea what had caused it. It was nearly infuriating to you to have to watch your best friend go through that and not know what was the reason for his agony. But Remus preferred it this ways was his way of keeping you safe. He believed that you were far too sweet and important to him for you to be hurt by finding out about this. He didn’t want to put you at risk. He refused to ever hurt you in any way and that included you finding out about him being a lycanthrope. There was nothing Remus wouldn’t have done in order to have you be safe. Even if he was unintentionally hurting you by not showing up at the Yule Ball. But believe him when he says that if you had told him on Monday that you were hurt that he didn’t show he would never forgive himself for hurting you. That was always the last thing he ever wanted to do. He never wanted to hurt you.

As you danced the night away with Max, Remus was running with Sirius at his side and James on the other. Peter obviously was somewhere with them but it was exactly like you had called it. Remus was currently running with the ‘wolves’ instead of dancing with you. It hurt him naturally to not see how gorgeous you looked in your dress or your makeup. But Moony didn’t really pay much mind to the fact that Remus wished he was there. The longer the night lasted the more you found yourself becoming more comfortable with Max. It wasn’t something that you had expected at all. But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. He was nice, kind, warm, slightly awkward but nothing that was unsettling.

You both danced the night away and it was a nice feeling successfully getting you to forget Remus. So much so that you were able to kiss Max. And thus began your new relationship.

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The way that you and Remus had finally gotten together to the point where you were now getting married was not an easy one yet here you both stood under the altar preparing yourselves for your vows. It was a beautiful thing to watch. Understanding all the pain and worthy that you both had to go through. The beautiful start, middle and present of your relationship was the most beautiful transformation for your friends to have seen. James always liked to say that he was the mastermind behind this relationship. In reality he wasn't, he was simply just the puppet. You and Remus were undoubtedly the masterminds but you two were also beyond patient with one another waiting until the seemingly perfect time to finally get together. The road to this point may have been painful and absolutely tiring. But it led to this beautiful experience.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the beautiful love of Y/n and Remus. These two gits finally came around and got married. Which they truly deserve to be happy and married.” Sirius was chosen to officiate your wedding. Why you had agreed to this is past you but you’re almost positive that this was due to him being your now husband’s best friend. You smiled at Sirius as he continued his speech as he proceeded to speak about your and Remus’ love. Before you knew it, it was time for your vows. You don’t think anything could have prepared you for this particular moment.

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It had been a full year dating Max and you had begun to think that this was worth it.Remus was also not liking the relationship between you and Max. He had to see you and Max having to be romantic and demonstrating PDA. It was torturous for him to have to watch you with him. But it was slowly eating away at him. It hurt to have to go through this and it was agonizing to say the least. It was hard for him to watch the girl he was in love with be with someone else. Constantly it hurt his heart making it feel like he was drowning. It felt like there was a constant pressure on his chest making it feel like he can’t breathe. This was hard for him to cope with because he loved you so much. But if you were happy Remus would have to swallow his feelings and pretend that it didn’t hurt. He would have to believe it to the point that it didn’t actually bother him seeing you with Max.

You returned to the common room and you had found Lily sitting reading a book with a mug in her hand. She looked so cozy you had almost felt bad for having run in crying like you. Lily was the best friend that you could ever ask for. She was sweet and caring and would stop everything if she needed to in order to help you. Naturally when she saw you crying she instantly began consulting you.

“My darling what happened?” She asked you with such tenderness that you wanted to cry harder. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. Why was this happening? Why to you?

“H-he broke up with me.” You stuttered out. Lily slowly let go of you from the light grasp that you were in. She looked at you with concern and empathy filling her orbs Lily didn’t like Max too much but to hear how badly he had hurt you mad her want to fight him. She hated seeing you this upset. You didn’t say much after having admitted to the fact that Max broke up with you if anything you just cried, and cried.

“And did you see his face! Oh it was amaz- Oh, what’s wrong with lovey?” You hear James ask. You weren’t sure how long it had been but your eyes felt exhausted. They were puffy and red. Lily’s sweater was now drenched in tears and her legs felt numb now having had you laying on them. But she didn’t mind, you needed her comfort so she would provide that. She had made eye contact with everyone there. She first glanced at James who looked concerned to find his girlfriend comforting one of his best friends. James was ready to go fight someone but he wasn’t sure what the problem was. He wanted to offer up beating up the person who had hurt you. But he didn’t know what was wrong. Instead he waited for Lily to say something. Sirius was also ready to go and help James to fight whatever bastard hurt you and much unlike James he really didn’t feel like waiting for Lily. However Remus was eerily calm about it. He wasn’t too keen on having to see you cry much less if someone made you cry. Yet he knew that he couldn’t react yet. So he had to wait. He had to wait until it was time to comfort you or wait until you were ready to talk. So now all three boys are waiting for Lily to tell them anything.

Max she mouthed to them. Remus’ hands clenched slightly at seeing Lily’s response. He couldn’t believe what happened, he was livid with Max for having hurt you the way he did. Silently he sat next to Lily. You were slightly aware that he was next to you and you gently looked at him. He smiled so fondly at you that you wouldn’t have ever guessed that he was livid at someone. You stretched your arms out and began to lean closer to him. Lily was a great comfort but you wanted to be in Remus’ arms. He was a whole new level of comfort. He was warm and smelled like chocolate. He also happened to be the boy you had been in love with for years but that was beside the fact. So without saying much you curled up into Remus. You weren’t crying anymore but you were gently nursing shaky sighs. Remus rubbed his hand up and down your side comforting you the same way that you would comfort him. Lily had gone up and proceeded to wave at Sirius and James to leave you two alone. James, Lily and Sirius all went up to the boys’ dorm and talked about what exactly happened to you. Meanwhile you and Remus were having the same conversation downstairs.

“Dove what happened?” Remus questioned gently.

“Max.”

“What did that prat do?”

”Cheated and broke up with me.” Remus tightened his hold on you pressing a gentle kiss to your hair.

“My sweetheart, I am so sorry dove. You do not deserve that. You are so much more important than that.” Remus spoke, tears still welled in your eyes and you wondered if he felt the same way or if it was just something he was saying in an attempt to just comfort you. For Remus this was now the time to confess. Sure it wasn’t ideal because your emotions were grieving no doubt. But he knew that if he didn’t say anything he would lose you again. And he just couldn't have that.

”Y/n, you are the most amazing and wonderful girl I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. You, my dove, are the light of my day. I love you. I have loved you for years now. I couldn’t keep going without you knowing. I know this isn’t ideal my dove but I want you to know that I love you and I will wait until you're ready.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Remus’ words were making you feel all sorts of ways. You blushed and looked up at him, your eyes no longer teary. Smiling, you gently craned your face to Remus’ jaw. Gently you pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw smiling as you pulled away.

“I love you more.” Smiling Remus tightened his grip holding you close. Neither of you had said anything for the rest of the night but you both understood. And three months later he had asked you officially to be his girlfriend. Naturally you agreed and neither one of you could be happier. Your relationship was amazing, it was gentle, it was warm. Both you and Remus had left Hogwarts as a happy couple and knew that you would be together forever.

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Everyone was silently waiting for your vows. They wanted to hear how the two of you would profess your love. Remus went first.

“My dove, my darling, my life. I cannot begin to express how amazing these past four years of dating you have been. I also cannot begin to tell you how wonderful these ten years of having you as my best friend have been. You have seen me at my worst and continued to love me. You haven’t ever made me feel less than. You,” Remus paused, wiping away the tear from your face and his, “You have been my best friend and the light of my life for years. Dove, you have always been there for me when I needed you and I hope to be there for you whenever you need me. I want to be the man that you need. I want to provide the best life that I can. Y/n you make me want to be a better man and make me want to spend the rest of my life with you. Seeing you, you became my daylight. You are the light of my life. You are my moon, stars, and sun. Y/n you are the whole universe for me. I promise to you Y/n that I will be the man that you need me to be, for you and for our children. I promise that we will cherish each other and grow old together. I love you Y/n and I promise to love you until my dying breath.” Tears flowed freely. Remus’ words were true and heartfelt and they were so beautifully put it almost made you nervous for what yours were. Yet no matter how nervous you were you began sharing how important Remus and his love was.

“Remus,” You sucked in your breath shakily as you continued, “Remus my love where do I begin? Before I dated you and became your girlfriend I was unfortunately experiencing a love that was cruel. A love that didn't make me feel warm inside. I had to go through so much pain in order to have this. Remus you make my world turn, you have moved so many mountains just to see me smile. I used to tell my mom when I was younger that love was never a color. And when I dated people before you it remained black and white. But Remus,” You stopped again this time letting another tear fall from your face as you attempted, to continue. Remus squeezed your hand and smiled as a tear gently fell from his eyes. “Remus my love you made love become golden. You showed me that love could be daylight. I fully stepped into the daylight with you. I let you become my light and my love. Remus I vow to you that I will continue to love you, cherish you, and stand by you until we grow old. Remus I want to be the person you grow old with and confide in. Remus you became the very thing that I love, when our kids ask what love is I want them to look at you and know. I want them to know that you define love for me. Remus I promise to love you until my dying breath and promise to show you every day until then.” Both of you smiled tears brimming both of your eyes as you smiled at one another. The guests who watched the wedding were all fully in tears. Everyone including Sirius was left in tears. Through tears Sirius smiled at his two friends.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Moving out of the way Remus leaned in dipping you back and connected your lips. You felt sparks flying as you kissed and suddenly everything that you two had gone through had been worth it. The pain you had felt not seeing him at yule ball was worth it, the heartbreak that got you guys together was worth it. Everything for this kiss sealing your marriage was worth it. Suddenly your love was daylight.

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still here | r.l.

summary: it's your birthday :(

a/n: this is the first time i’ve ever really cried when writing something, it’s got a home in my heart now and i hope you like it!! 🫶 (also listen to our lovely girl billie while reading for added heartbreak)

tw: past suicide attempt

You lean back on the couch from where you’re bending over the table. Remus wastes no time in wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. He gently presses his lips to your forehead. “Happy birthday, lovely girl.”

“Thank you,” you mumble half-heartedly, grateful but too overwhelmed to show it. 

There’s a cut-up chocolate cake in front of you, which Remus had insisted upon baking. He’d honoured your wishes not to throw a big bash, and of not wanting an actual present. He didn’t exactly understand why — but he loved you too much to not do what you wanted him to; birthday or not.

Guilt weighs heavily on your heart; Remus has been kinder than you deserve. You decide to help him understand.

“You know,” you start softly, tilting your head to lay it on his shoulder. He hums in acknowledgement, fingertips grazing your sleeve as he starts to rub your arm. “I didn’t think I would last this long.”

The shakiness in your voice surprises even you. You feel Remus’ hand still on your arm. 

“What?” he murmurs. You can’t decipher if the slight lilt to his voice is because of sadness or confusion.

“I didn’t think I would last this long,” you repeat quietly, just to be safe, and you feel his hand coasting across your back as he gently grabs your shoulders. He turns you towards him, and you don’t wait for him to ask before you start to explain. “When I was 13, I couldn’t imagine ever making it this far. I tried to kill myself.”

Remus’ eyes widen the slightest bit as he takes in your sudden admission. His grip on your shoulders doesn’t falter; and it’s like you both know he’s the only thing holding you upright. 

When he doesn’t respond, your gaze immediately drops to the couch, shame clouding your eyes.

“I… I didn’t know that.”

The crack in his voice makes you look back up, meeting his gaze. His features are softer, sadder; somehow. There’s the slightest bit of grief in the way he’s regarding you. “Are you glad you made it this far?”

You rub your lips together, taking a shaky breath to make sure your voice comes out evenly. “Yeah,” you exhale softly. “Yeah, I am. I got to meet you.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“No,” you reply honestly. “I love my work. My friends, I really like hanging out with them. And I’d say our apartment is pretty sweet.”

The concern in Remus’ expression is still evident, his brows pinched together almost painfully. His hands bunch up the fabric on your shoulders, tugging you towards him. You’re certain the action is subconscious – he looks lost in thought, like he’s deliberating wrapping you up in his arms and never letting you go.

“Would you like more reasons?” you ask quietly, feeling your vision start to blur. You shouldn’t be surprised that he cares this much, but you are.

When he nods, your heart melts – the magma seems to be pooling in your stomach, and you feel the kind of warmth you’ve only ever been able to feel since you met him.

“Okay,” you decide to indulge him. “I like coffee when I wake up, especially when you make it. Feeding the stray dogs on the side of the road every morning. And my guitar, I like to make music on it. I think music is nice.”

You feel your throat start to clog up, the image of Remus distorting into a blurry swirl in your eyes. “It’s lovely when it rains, especially when we’re both at home, cuddling. And –”

Your voice comes out wobbly, the tears coming hard and fast now. You want to stop, but push on for his sake.

“And I really like our apartment. Did I mention that? Also, your hugs – I love the way you hug. It’s like you really love me, and —”

“I do love you,” Remus interrupts in a shaky exhale, words barely audible from the way his voice is trembling. “I love you, okay? I love you a whole lot. And I’m so glad you’re still with me.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, gently pulling you even closer towards him. You meet him in the middle, arms instinctively wrapping around his waist as he brings his hands up to encircle your shoulders.

Remus squeezes you like it’s his job to hold you together, and you hear a soft sniffle as he buries his face in your hair. 

“I’m so glad you’re still here,” he says again. Your heart clenches in your chest, in all the best ways.

“I love you,” you respond, because you both know it’s synonymous with Thank you for giving me a reason to be here.

heaven | r.l.

i don’t know what this is… not a fic, more like a word vomit about remus loving you HAHA enjoy <3

Remus Lupin wasn’t religious in one way or another. But even he knew you were godsent. 

Passed out, lying with twisted limbs and a drool-filled mouth; you looked nothing short of an angel.

He touches you, you don’t stir. That’s good, he thinks. It means he has more time to love you without having to accept undeserved affection in return. 

He’d asked the question a thousand times, thought about it even more. Why me? And you’d smile at him like he wasn’t a monster, like he wasn’t born to kill. Who else? you’d say. And that’s when Remus realised that it doesn’t take kindness to love somebody; all it takes is that ache in your heart and burn in your fingertips. He wasn’t kind; yet he loved you.

The tips of his fingers dance across your cheek, feeling the soft skin on which his lips had made their home. He has unordinary courage tonight; he dares to bring his other hand to rest on the curve of your hip.

He brushes his thumb, featherlike, underneath your shirt. His shirt. You make a soft sound, and it’s all he needs to hear to know what heaven sounds like.

Remus had never felt like yours was more than a title until he met you. He was yours, yours to love, yours to break, yours to throw away. He belonged to you, and that was the greatest badge of honour any man could wear. He wanted you to touch him, make your mark upon him until it burnt, and he’d thank you for branding him with the etch of your thumbprint.

You were perfect; in every sense of the word. He’d learn every tongue till he was fluent in showing you how utterly divine you were. The dark lines on your thighs didn’t bother him nearly as much as they did you, and neither did the scars. He cursed himself reverently for his own; but never yours. Every mark on your being was a part of you, every inch of your skin a holy grail he’d read without complaint.

He’d worship you if you’d let him. Let his hands find their haven in every nook and crevice of your perfect body, whisper feverish words of cadence and cruelty till you screamed his name. You allowed him to touch you; and that was enough for now.

As he feels you now, mindlessly splaying his hands on your bare back, your eyes flutter open. Remus doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the jerk of his heart stopping when you look at him like that. You reach for him with a smile even in half-lidded consciousness; he goes without protest because it’s you.

He knew forever wasn’t a word meant for lovers. But for now, he can hold you in his arms and hear your heartbeat when you pull him in. You'll let him tell you he loves you till the grave, and that is compensation enough.

LILYYYY OH MY GOD THIS IS HEARTBREAKING 😭😭😭 I love how wonderfully you described her emotions omg and sadie 🥹🫶 remus ruined things so bad ☹️ but the way it ended gaaaaah I really thought I was gonna get a happy ending!!! you have me sobbing but I love it <3

Death By A Thousand Cuts

wc- 5k

tw: bad break up; drinking; hangover; dickish remus;

a/n; my angels... i am so sorry for how depressive this one is. i kinda let my emotions take over. this isn't by any means a happy fic it is a heartbreaking one. read with caution my angels!!

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You hadn’t expected this. It was like a punch to the gut having gone through with this. Yet here you were. Feeling the worst that you’ve ever felt in ages. How was this supposed to be fair? How was this what you and Remus came out to? How did six years together turn into this? None of it made any sense anymore. It was as if the plug had been pulled and the lights were turned off. This was the worst feeling ever. You think this is the worst you’d ever feel. Turns out it unfortunately wasn’t.

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You were driving back from your Remus’ apartment. Instead of taking the way that normally took you fifteen minutes you took the other way, the long way. A lot had happened when you went to go see your boyfriend. A lot of which you wished never occurred. The sinking feeling in your stomach didn’t go away. Tears in your eyes made it hard to focus on the cars around you. But you knew that you were approaching a stop light. When you arrived you looked up at them almost as if you were asking them if you’d be okay. And in a weird way it was as if they were responding. The normal circles that were there were now replaced with broken hearts. It shocked you, and you took that as a sign. Once the broken heart turns green you speed off. Crying the whole way you tried your hardest to process what just happened. 

You and Remus had agreed to a date night at his apartment. So you had driven up to his place. You were staying the night at your sister's, which just meant you were actually living in your apartment. She had wanted to have a girls weekend with you. So instead of residing with your boyfriend like you normally did you were with your sister. Which accounted for the extra time that you weren’t with Remus, and why you had to go and drive to a Remus’. You were expecting something sweet like always, a baking date or coffee and reading. Possibly, even a movie. But there was absolutely nothing that could have ever happened that would prepare you for what actually went down. What was the point of it? Why did you have to go through with that? It also wasn’t like there was much of a choice. Remus made his choice. You guys were done. There was nothing else you could do but dreadfully agree. 

“Y/n?” Your sister asks as you enter the kitchen. There she stood clad in her apron as she turned around, shock graced her features. Sadie had known that you were going out with your boyfriend. So she didn’t expect you to be back until midnight. Seeing you in her kitchen at 9:30 making it no more than an hour that you had left made her feel something she didn’t want to feel. Dropping the spoon back into the batter she flocked to you, concern is evident throughout her entire being. 

“What happened? Y/n?” Her words sounded far despite being right next to you. You look up at her tears welling in your eyes not wanting to fully come to peace with this. But there you stood. Having to accept the fact that you and Remus weren’t a thing anymore. It hurts your heart thinking about it and not wanting to accept it. But your sister stood in front of you, concern lacing her entire being. She didn’t know what happened and it was terrifying to her.

“Remus,” You managed, “He,” another breath before you could say it. The pressure not leaving your chest as you tried to say the final bit. You doubted you needed to. Sadie was smart much like yourself. She had to have pieced it together. You’d be concerned if she hadn’t. 

“He broke up with me.” The moment the words left your mouth you had begun sobbing. It was terrible. It made you feel sick. Sadie engulfed you into a tight embrace. She let you cry in her arms in the same way Remus would. You hated that you were comparing them right now but you couldn’t help it. You had been with Remus for six years. You have known him for a little more than half your life. You thought you were going to get married. Remus was your forever. So why was he leaving you? Sadie had noticed your tears had slowed down and she gently pulled away from you being as cautious as ever,

“Y/n? I’m making some brownies, if I send Aaron to go get us some Ben and Jerry’s we could eat some yeah?” Sniffling, you nod and she smiles. She proceeds to instruct you to change into some pyjamas and to go take a shower to help your nerves calm down. While you were doing this she called Aaron, her boyfriend, asking him to bring home wine, champagne, orange juice, ice cream and plenty of ice. Aaron, the loving boy he was, went straight to the market to collect the things his girlfriend and practical sister in law needed. You stood in the shower with the water hitting your back. Your tears had stopped long before you had gotten into the shower. You were now just staring at the wall. Motionless, everything around you was too much. The usual music you played was gone. You turned off the water and just stared at the wall.The smile that graced your face thinking about seeing Remus and him being able to identify which body scrub you had used? No longer a thing. It pained you to think about all the things you had lost. It was truly a terrible feeling. Your mind ran through all the memories of Remus and it made your heart clench. The worst of it was the fight playing in your head.

You had entered Remus’ apartment and he was telling you for weeks that you two needed to have a stay in date. You agreed knowing how long it  had been since you and Remus had one of those dates. It was long and few times when you and Remus could both stay in. He was almost always busy with work and you were too. So those moments were more meaningful to the two of you when you had them. Slowly you entered the apartment assuming Remus was sleeping or doing something in his bedroom. He had given you a copy of his key four years ago. He had told you that you could come and go as you pleased and that there were drawers for you. You hadn’t moved in fully with him since you and your sister had both finished the process of leasing. Seeing as you and your sister lived together there weren’t reasons to find an apartment. You began taking your coat, shoes and scarf off. As you were hanging the items up you heard the familiar squeaking of the bedroom door. Smiling to yourself you turn around beaming at your boyfriend. 

“Baby!” You smile getting on your toes beckoning him for a kiss. He gives you a quick peck and immediately pulls away. Hurt briefly washed over your features but subsided slightly when he grabbed your hand pulling you both to the couch, the air was tight and you were getting a sinking feeling. There weren’t cups waiting for you, no movie and definitely no surprise gift. This wasn’t what you thought it was but you’re beginning to think you know what it really is. 

“Y/n, we need to talk.” Those four words left Remus’ mouth and just like that your world stopped. The happiness you had felt driving up was gone. The anticipation as to what you would be doing with Remus was gone. You were left with a terrible feeling of hurt. 

“What about!” You try to sound excited but Remus’ flat expression makes you feel sick. You could feel the tears begging to be released. But you wouldn’t not until he said what he needed to talk to you about. Remus didn’t know how to put this, he had loved you for twelve years. He had dated you for six. And now he was facing the reality that he couldn’t be with you any longer. Not because you weren’t worth it. No, far from it. It’s because he felt that he wasn’t worth it for you. It had been a battle that he had faced for years. Especially when dating you. He thought the world of you and based on his lycanthrope he didn’t understand why you would want to date him. Much less why you had stayed with him this long.

“I think we should break up.” Remus stared at you and you felt your brain stop. Nothing made sense. You wanted to throw up, actually you think you may.

“I’m going to be sick,” No other words left your mouth as you ran to the restroom effectively getting all the sick out. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. No, you refuse to accept it. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Remus calls from the door. A groan escapes your lips as you flush the toilet and make your way to the sink. You take in your appearance. The perfectly done makeup, smeared. Your hair was still okay. The cute red sundress you bought for Remus now made you feel so stupid. You exit the bathroom, your face looking blank. It effectively matched your current emotional state. You felt like utter shite. 

“Y/n please talk to me,” You turn to him wanting to scream at him. He just told you he wanted to break up with you and he expects you to want to talk it out? You gave him six fucking years of your life. And he wants you to talk about him wanting to call quits?

“About what Remus?” Your voice was flat. It was now Remus’ turn to feel sick. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy to break up with you. He knew he’d eventually be okay but he hadn’t thought about how you’d handle it initially. He didn’t think about how you would have reacted to the actual notion of him saying he wants to break up. The two of you talked which translated to he told you why he wanted to break up and you sat there waiting for him to be done. It wasn’t until then that you felt a familiar furry feeling on your lap. You look down and see Willow. She was yours and Remus’ baby lab. She was barely a year old. Looking down at her your tears began to well again. Remus needed her more than you, you knew that. So you said your last good bye to her. Tearfully and absolutely heartbroken you look at Remus,

“Bye Rem. I love you.” Was the last thing you told him as you closed the door completely breaking down in tears. 

You mindlessly put on your comfiest pyjamas. Which was an old baggy t-shirt and baggy pyjama pants that had little bears on them. Your hair was now damp from the time you had spent staring at the wall. Inhaling you look at your appearance. Your eyes look terrible. Opening a cabinet you take out eye drops, put them on in hopes it cuts down the redness of your bloodshot eyes. It was a sad sight to see. Opening the door you see your  sister had managed to rearrange your living room to have an impromptu movie night, you give her a tired smile and walk to the sofa. 

“Sadie, you are a literal angel.” She laughs and hands you a blanket. 

“Y/n need I remind you that you did this same exact thing for me when Tommy broke up with me?” You give her an apologetic smile. You did remember. It was her fifth year and she had come home to you telling you she had broken up with Tommy. You managed to set up your dorm to look very similar to how your current living room was, minus the alcohol. You got a projector and you had some films that you could use and the two of you watched shitty movies together and laughed. It was something that was your way of knowing you’d always be there even if you fought and hated each other sometimes you were still sisters.

“I know.” You offer up a water smile. She rubs her hand on your knee and hands you a glass of wine. You accept it with a smile and sip it as she hands you a pint of Ben & Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough. She smiles at you and proceeds to scroll through Hulu trying to find the perfect movie. Finally she landed on, 

As the movie played the two of you drank from the two bottles of alcohol in attempts to aid the underlying heartache. You sister had about two cups of each. You ended up finishing the rest. You fell asleep absolutely hammered. Tomorrow should be fun. 

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You woke up your head was aching and the urge to want to take your head off completely became more and more compelling. You look at your phone waiting to see if Remus had texted you good morning. Right, he isn’t going to. You were over. Getting up from your previously laid down position your head proceeds to pound. On your night stand your sister had placed Advil and a glass of water for you. She knew how much you drank and she knew that you’d need it; But all the bottles in the world couldn’t fix the pain that was in your heart. Remus wasn’t your baby anymore and no wine bottles or Advil would help soothe that. You track your way to the bathroom internally cursing yourself for having drank that much. 

“How are you feeling?” Sadie asked as she too found her way to the bathroom. You shoot her a glare, deciding her volume was much too loud. She bit back a smile at your reaction and repeated her question in a softer tone. 

“Like I need a hammer to my head.” You respond and she has to fling her hand over her mouth. She saw how much you had drunk and well, assumed youd be in a pissed mood in the morning but she was okay with that. She knew that you needed this. Once you had freshened up you two both migrated to the living room. Sadie had cleaned up last night, putting the blankets back, cleaning the empty bottles and the ice cream pints. You glance around the apartment and a sinking feeling begins to set in. Almost as if sensing your sister appears from behind you. She doesn’t say anything and pulls you into a hug. You tighten your grip and squeeze her. She was your support. 

“Want taco bell?” You laugh knowing she wasn’t serious, but pull away and give her a sly smirk. 

“Spicy noodles?” She smiles and walks with you to the kitchen. When you and Sadie celebrated her 18th she wanted to go drinking. As her older sister you went with her and a group of your friends. Your boyfriend was there of course and he had told the story so many times you knew it by memory. Story goes you and Sadie were piss drunk and the only thing you two wanted were spicy noodles. So now when you are hungover you both want your spicy noodles. Which sounded amazing. 

“So, what happened last night?” Sadie asked cautiously as she began cooking the noodles. You leaned on the counter not sure if you wanted to talk about it yet. 

“Remus broke up with me,” you answer. 

“No shit. Why?” You roll your eyes. Thinking back you weren’t even sure why he was breaking up with you. 

“He said that we were too different now and that we need different people to grow into better people. He said that I needed to do better.” You say staring off at anything else. 

“Bullshit!” Sadie shouts. You glare at her for her volume but she doesn’t apologise. 

“No bullshit! Remus fucking Lupin? The man who bought you a case, a case of black tea because you said you had run low during the first year and gave it to you the next week? That Remus Lupin thinks that he isn’t better for you? The same one who came running, like literally ran to our house in the snow may I add, when he found out that you had measles? The same one who got down on his knees to ask you to the Yule ball? The one who got down on one knee after graduation-” You cut her off knowing all the incredibly sweet things that Remus had done for the past twelve years.

“Sades I know! I know all the stupidly sweet things he’s done. But that’s what he said. He said that he wanted to call it quits.” You shrug as you move to help her with the sauce.

“I don’t buy it. It’s fucking weird that all of a sudden he thinks that you can do better and that he isn’t enough? What fucking gives?” You glance at her and see how pissed she looks. If you didn’t know her any better you would assume she would drive to his flat and kick his arse. In the midst of the whole fiasco, your phone buzzed. You check it and your mood furthers to another depressive low. 

“Sadie?” Sadie could hear the change in your tone. She recognised the sound of tears. Turning to look at you, you hand her your phone. She sees it. It was a message from Remus telling you he put all of your things in boxes that were ready for you to pick up. Reading that made you feel sick again, you blamed it on the alcohol. Sadie felt like she could kill him, and scarily enough you felt like she would. So she took your phone and responded. 

“What did you say?”

“That we’ll be there in thirty. Go change. I’ll wait for you in the car.” She didn’t even give you a chance to argue instead pushing you to go and get ready to not look like you were stuck in a depressive episode. Instead you looked like you had been calm and collected before you had left. You change into a pair of jeans and a red long sleeved shirt. Deciding it was okay enough you exit your room and begin locating your shoes. Slipping them on you then meet your sister who surely was in the car awaiting your arrival. The drive to Remus’ was dreadful. Your heart had been tightening and you weren’t in the slightest prepared for what was set to come. When you had arrived Sadie parked the car, locked you in her car and went straight to the door. She wouldn’t let you go face Remus. There were also many words she wanted to say to him. 

While you remained in the car Remus was having his arse chewed out by your younger sister. 

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you?” Were the first words that Remus heard as he opened the door. He would be lying if he said he wished it was you at the door. When he saw Sadie another level of guilt hit him. Sadie and Remus had gotten awfully close while you and him dated. He took Sadie in like your guys’ child. He took care of her as such. Seeing her here in front of him and seething, was a punch in the stomach for him. 

“Sades-”

“It’s Sarah to you.”  Remus swallowed hard. It wasn’t common for Sadie to ever make anyone call her Sarah. If she did she didn’t ever speak to that person on regular terms. Having Remus call her Sarah was a terrible feeling for Remus. 

“Sorry. Sarah Please let me explain.” Sadie shook her head and pushed past him. She was familiar with the layout of his apartment. You had only been living there for four years. She knew it just as well as she knew yours. Walking into the living room she looked at Remus expectantly. Waiting for him to give her your boxes. 

“They’re in my bedroom. I’ll go get them.” Sadie nods and looks around the familiar apartment. The pictures of you and Remus were taken down and it made her heart hurt a little. There was one that caught her eye though. This one looks like it was bolted into the wall. It was a picture of you and Remus, it was taken during your last year of Hogwarts. When you both had graduated. The picture showed Remus on his knee and your hands on your mouth. Sadie had gone closer to the picture and she recognised what Remus was holding. It was your pearl ring. You had gotten that ring when you graduated. Sadie assumed you bought it. She didn’t know how. And by the image of the photo, it looked like a promise ring. At least she hoped it was a promise ring. That would make this hurt less if it was. Remus came back to the living room and saw Sadie staring at the picture. 

“It was a promise ring.” He said, and she now wished he hadn’t. She thought it would have been better if it was a promise ring but considering that she knew that he had to have promised something to her and you two breaking up sort of ruined that promise.

“Some promise.” Sadie spoke as she took the four boxes Remus had. She could only take two and she wasn’t going to have him help and take them out. She wouldn’t do that to you.  

“You stay here. I’m taking these then I’ll come back for those.” Remus nods and watches Sadie go to your car. He could see you in the passenger seat. You looked good, well from a distance. He couldn’t see your tear-stained face, or the sunken in eyes. He could see the sad look on your face. Sitting in the car you felt like there were thousands of little cuts all around your heart. It was a sinking feeling if you were honest. It wasn’t anything like you could have imagined. It felt like the thousands of cuts were slowly making their way to kill you. Is this what dying felt like? The thousand tiny cuts? It couldn't? Sadie had gone back to the door while you were contemplating your symptoms. 

“Remus?” Sadie asked the man. 

“Hm?” He couldn’t look at her.

“Why did you do it?” She asked, there was now hurt in her voice and that made Remus break.

“She needs someone who won’t bring her down, she needs someone who won’t give their children a life that could be ruined with the chance of being a lycanthrope. She needs a partner not a child. She’s been with me since she was 18. Sad- Sarah I think it's time I let her go and let her be happy.” Sadie laughed. It wasn’t a humorous laugh, it was a sad dry laugh. Almost like it was on impulse that she laughed. 

“Remus. My sister loves you. She loved you so much when she found out about your lycanthropy, she began doing hours of research. She would go to bed when the sun would come out because she was learning everything there was to know about it. She wanted to make sure she knew how to help you. When she learned it was hereditary? She began researching how to help little kids with lycanthropy. She would never, ever dare dream of leaving you because of that. So if that’s why you were breaking up with her. I truly hope you find someone who is either lycanthrope themselves or has put as many tears, blood and sweat into the research like my sister did. I loved you Remus I really did and I was excited to have you as my brother in law. I’m going to miss you but if that's how low you thought of my sister I think it's for the better. See you around Mr. Lupin.” And with that Sadie put the last two boxes into the car and got in with you. 

Remus stood at the door shocked about what he had found out. He didn’t know that you had put so much thought into lycanthropy. He didn’t even know there were books on how to help kids navigate being a lycanthrope. He felt like a major dick. He just broke your heart because he didn’t think you could handle life with his lycanthropy. Maybe he was being selfish, maybe it was him who wasn’t ready.

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It had been two months of you trying to get drunk and forget Remus but no amount of drinking could do that. Nor did countless dress ups help. You knew that it would take time. But apart from missing Remus you also missed Willow. You missed her jumping into your lap and just comforting you. You missed having her with you. So around three weeks after the breakup you convinced your sister to bring a dog into the apartment. You adopted a border collie. She was brown and white. She was your life, her name wasPoppyy. She was the cutest dog ever. She wasn’t Willow but she was your Poppy. She was your baby. Sadie had been gone at work for the past hour. She had been called in to work an evening shift. So she had to leave you and Poppy. She was normally in charge of walkingPoppyy around the park. 

“Poppy, my love ready?”Poppy ran into the living room excitedly,  she was wagging her tail. She loved her walks, but she loved it even more when you were the one who took her. She loved Sadie of course, but she loved you a little more. You let her sleep with you and let her curl up into your side when you were sitting.Poppy was in every sense of the word your baby. When she had gotten closer to you she let you attach her leash to her collar. She looked up at you happily and couldn’t wait for you to take her out. Opening your door you walk out with Poppy. She did her normal routine of sniffing every single flower that she found on the way to the park. You didn’t mind since these were as much help toPoppyy as they were to you. Arriving at the dog park you let Poppy off her leash and let her interact with all the other dogs. You had to admit it did hurt a little that you weren’t here with Willow or Remus, but you had Poppy now. Watching Poppy run around and play with some other dogs you notice a flash of dark fur flash by you. You saw the same flash but this time running straight at you. Fear coursed through your body as you watched the figure get closer. As the figure got close you realised that it was Willow. Fear returned but this time it was because you knew if she was here Remus wouldn’t be far behind. Sure enough Remus had showed up. You were sitting there looking at him. He looked like a stranger now. His once cleaned shaved face had stubble, his warm eyes looked distant. The usual bagged eyes seemed to be sunken in more than usual, and he looked even slimmer than when you had seen him last. Glancing around  you tried to locate Poppy before Remus could approach you. But Willow wasn’t letting you. Willow was stuck to you much like Poppy. Since she wouldn't move, Remus quickly approached.

“Y/n hi.” You look up at him unsure of how to respond to him. 

“Hi.” Your voice was so small that you didn’t even think you sounded like yourself. 

“How are you doing? How have you been?” The casualness in his voice didn’t make you feel good. It made you feel like he was pushing, pushing to know how you were getting over him. You weren’t fond of it. 

“I’m fine. Poppy?” You say averting your glance and trying to find Poppy. 

“Um, that’s great. I’ve been fine. Oh, your ring-” You glance down at your hand and you stare at the golden band. When Remus broke up with you, you kept it as a reminder that he was your first love. Now you wore it because it was a present, a present because you had finished all your wizarding school.

“My ring. Yes I still wear my ring.” You began to get up and continued to shout for Poppy. 

“Look Y/n I want to apologise-” once again you cut him off.

“Remus. We cut things off two months ago. You said you didn’t want to be with me anymore and thought that I would  be able to, move on and find someone better. But you fail to understand that I would have given anything for you. I gave everything for you. It didn’t matter because you think I don’t deserve you. You never gave me that chance, Remus. You made that choice for me. Now I get to look back at the window of our love even if I have it boarded up. You were my world. Now you're my friend again.” Remus stood staring at you shock ridden in his features. He couldn’t come to terms with the fact that you weren’t his baby anymore. And he was all to blame. 

“Y/n I am so sorry that I caused this pain to you. I am so sorry angel. I still love you. I didn’t want to break up with you but I thought you could do better. Y/n please forgive me.” You suck in a breath as Poppy has made her way back to  you. She was nuzzling onto your side trying to comfort you. 

“Remus, I forgive you. But I can’t trust you. Take care of yourself Lupin. Take care of her too.” Turning around you leave. Tears streamed down your face. And that familiar pain was back. The pain of a thousand cuts against your paper thin glands. You would be alright if it was just a thousand cuts. 

SHAY OH MY GODDD THIS IS SO CUTE HAHA im so in love with the way reader has an obsession with Peanuts 😭😭 and how he bought the books because she likes them 🥹🫶 I would be such a stuttering hot mess reading in front of james!!!

What about the reader volunteering in James’s class during story time or something! And James is just so flustered having her there and he’s supposed to be getting his own work done while she reads but he can’t stop watching her?

thank you for the request!! 🤎 i realized after i wrote this part that i unintentionally made reader kinda obsessed with Peanuts and her son is named Charlie 💀 but i think it’s kinda cute!!

part one part two part three

Teacher!James Potter x Single Mom!Reader 💌 1.4k words

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A few weeks had passed since you’d run into James at the diner. You’d exchanged a few words occasionally on days when you’d picked Charlie up from school, but work had kept both of you plenty busy. You had run into Lily at the nearby coffee shop a few times, though, and the two of you had really hit it off. You were pleased to have made a friend, even if she was connected to James, too.

Charlie had come home one afternoon with a parent volunteer request from James. He was looking for someone to do afternoon story time while he got some lesson prep done (“I try my best to stay on top of things, but sometimes your cute kiddos eat up all of my free time!” he’d joked on the letter), and there were a few times available in the following weeks. You were pleased to see that one slot fell on an afternoon you had off, and you had signed the form and sent it back with Charlie the next day, much to his delight. That same morning, James had sent you an email thanking you profusely for signing up and expressing his excitement to be able to see you for longer than a few minutes. The sentiment plagued your thoughts for days.

On the day you had signed up to volunteer, you rushed home from work, shaking your hair out of its ponytail in a way that you hoped looked effortless and changing into your favorite worn-in Snoopy tee. You arrived a few minutes earlier than you needed to, stopping in the front office to sign in and making your way to James’ classroom while the students were at recess.

When you entered the classroom, James was moving some desks back into the corner of the room and out of the way. He’d rolled out a large blue rug bordered with alphabet letters out by the window- a kindergarten staple, you thought with a smile- and there was a pile of pillows stacked in the corner. You could hear the kids outside laughing through the open window. You knocked lightly on the open door frame, and James looked up at the sound, flashing you his familiar, easy grin.

“Perfect timing,” he said as he pushed a desk into the corner with an effortless shove. “I was just thinking I could use an extra set of hands.”

You smiled, walking further into the classroom and taking in the cheerful decor. It had been decorated in colorful posters and twinkling fairy lights, and James had hung some suncatchers in front of the windows so small, twinkling rainbows reflected throughout the room. As James approached you, you shifted your focus back to him, and he gestured towards the cozy reading corner with a nod.

“What’s on the agenda today?” You asked, following him over to the rug and taking a pillow from his hands, setting it down to form a small semicircle around a surprisingly comfortable looking armchair that was placed against the wall. “Clifford? Curious George?”

James gave you another pillow with a mischievous smile. “I actually just ordered a few new books for the classroom that I thought you’d enjoy,” he said. “Here, come take over and I’ll grab them for you.”

You walked over to the corner of pillows, eyeing James curiously as you arranged them on the floor carefully. He rummaged through a drawer in his desk before procuring a small stack of books with a proud smile. You were placing the last pillow when he approached you, handing you the stack of books with a proud smile.

The first book you saw made you do a double take- a smile spread across your face as you looked up at James, your heart fluttering.

“Charlie Brown? Are these all…?” You flipped through the stack of books, and as you had predicted, he had purchased a selection of Peanuts books for you to read. You laughed in surprise.

“Do you buy every volunteer their favorite books?” You teased, meeting James’s gaze with a grin that you couldn’t hide.

“Just the pretty ones,” James replied with a grin just as wide. You laughed again- this was the first time he’d openly flirted with you, and you felt pleased. James walked back over towards his desk, and you followed, stopping at a distance that was a little too close to just be friendly.

“Careful, Mr. James,” you said, glancing him up and down. He stood a little taller as he watched your gaze, his eyes twinkling. “We’re in a classroom. Might want to save the charm for after school hours.”

He chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on yours. You could practically feel your heartbeat in your throat. “I didn’t realize my charm was working so well it had to be saved for after school. You’re kind of boosting my ego here,” he said. He looked smug, and you thought it was stupid that you found it so attractive.

“In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you came in here early just to see me,” he continued, resting his hands back against his desk as he leaned back, his height almost matching yours.

“I’m here for Charlie,” you shot back, but the playful smirk on your face betrayed you.

“Uh-huh,” James said, clearly not convinced. “If you say so. But just so you know, I’m flattered. Even if you’re pretending it’s about him.”

Before you could respond, the sound of children’s laughter and footsteps echoed down the hallway. James straightened up, though his eyes were on you in a way that made you feel suddenly shy. “Looks like the cavalry’s arrived. Saved by the bell?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Lucky me.”

The students filled the classroom, and Charlie made a beeline for you, clinging to your leg excitedly as James called all of the students over to the reading corner the two of you had set up.

“Alright, everyone, gather around!” James said, clapping his hands to capture the childrens’ attention. “We’ve got a very special guest reading to us today!”

The kids quickly gathered around as you took a seat in the armchair, chattering excitedly as they plopped down on the pillows. Charlie chose the pillow right in front of you, beaming proudly as James introduced you.

“Settle down, settle down!” James chuckled, waving a hand to quiet his students. Once they were all seated, he looked over at you with a wink. “Alright, Charlie’s mum, take it away.”

You hesitated for a moment, suddenly aware of a dozen pairs of tiny eyes on you, but the encouraging smile on James’ face made it easy to relax. You picked up the first Charlie Brown book from the pile, flipping to the first page as the kids leaned in, their attention immediately captured.

As you started reading, you could feel James watching you. Not in the same way the kids were watching- there was something different in his gaze. Every so often, when you paused to show an illustration or ask a question, you’d catch him out of the corner of your eye, leaning back in his chair with his eyes focused on you, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You read until the bell rang for school to end. The kids leapt to their feet, laughing and running around the classroom as they gathered their things to go home. Charlie gave you a big hug as he got up, exclaiming loudly to the class that his mummy was the best storyteller in the world. James herded students out to the pickup area, where the aids were waiting with the kids for their parents.

You lingered by James’s desk as Charlie packed up his things, aware of him moving to stand next to you without needing to glance his way.

“You know, you have a very captivating reading voice. You should come read to the class more often,” James said, his voice low and teasing. You turned your head ever so slightly to look at him, raising an eyebrow as you smirked.

“Are you sure it’s my reading voice that caught your attention?” you teased.

James leaned in a little closer, his voice just above a whisper. “It might’ve been the reader, actually.”

CUTENESS OVERLOAD GAAAAH severe baby fever rn!!! 🥹🥹🫶

it’s an egg

ty @sun-kissy for reading it and telling me it thoughts ily 🫶🏽

wc: 552

pairing- dad!remus lupin x mom! reader

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You were leaning on the counter in your kitchen looking at your phone and you found a video of a mum handing her child a raw egg. At first you were concerned because you knew the mum would probably have to clean the yolk, whites and shell from the egg. Instead you were greeted with the image of the child gently holding the egg and gently carrying it around the house as if it were a child. Immediately you called out for your husband.

“Remus?” Seconds pass as he walks into the room and gives you a confused look.

“Is everything alright, dove?” You smile and hand him the phone. He watched the video intently and proceeded to look at you with confusion. Remus, unlike you, didn't understand why you were so excited for this. It didn’t make sense in his head. You however immediately thought about what would happen if you have your twins an egg.

“Let’s give the kids an egg.” You say and it finally clicked for Remus. He nods and opens the fridge while beckoning the children.

“Eef! Andy! Come to the kitchen please!” Soon enough you hear the pitter patter of your sons’ feet coming to the kitchen.

“Yes mummy?” Ethan asks’ as he enters the kitchen. A smile beaming as he looks at you. Andy follows in suit and smiles just as wildly at you.

“Mummy wants to see something, would you two be mummy’s helpers?” They both nod wildly, their waves bouncing as they do. They both looked so much like their dad. They were your life.

“Okay, Da is going to give you something okay?” They look at Remus with the same adoration that they had with you. They extend their tiny hands and gasp at the coldness of the shell.

“Is cold mama.” Andy gasps as he holds the egg. Ethan nods in agreement with his brother.

“Cold.” Ethan confirms. They both cup the egg careful not to drop it as they stare at you and Remus for further instructions.

“You two can go play my loves!” You say as if you hadn’t given them the egg. They look at their hands almost expecting you to take it back. When you didn’t they look at each other and frown. It took them both a second but it seemed like they’d worked out a plan. Exiting the kitchen they walked back to their playroom. Naturally you and Remus followed.

As they enter the playroom Andy hands Ethan his egg and rummages around the room in search of something. Silently you and Remus watched your sons looking around their playroom for this mystery item. After three minutes Andy must’ve found what he was looking for because he went back to Ethan and received his egg. He gently grabbed the egg and placed him on what looked like a bed. Ethan did the same and placed his next to Andy. The two turn to the door and see you staring at them.

“Mama look!” Andy whispers point to the two makeshift beds. And there they were the two eggs gently resting in an empty corner of their playroom. You smile at your boys and tell them they did wonderful. So maybe it wasn’t just an internet prank, maybe it was something about the tenderness of toddlers.

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if you angels want more of dad!remus with the twins please comment and let me know!! as always your comments mean the world to me!! hope you enjoyed and love you lots

-lily

Book Club | R.L.

You and Remus share a love of reading, and one of his books reveals his feelings for you — remus x fem!reader

warnings: n/a

words: 1k

You walked into the Gryffindor common room and your best friend didn't even look towards the portrait hole. Remus was sitting on the couch, taking up all three seats as he focused on his book. 

He didn't notice you at all until you crouched down next to his head and ruffled his chestnut hair. 

"Hey." He said softly. "I didn't even hear you come in."

Remus dog-eared the corner of his page so he could close it without losing his spot, then sat up a bit, leaving a place on the couch for you. You would normally hate people mistreating their books—folded pages and messy annotations—but you'll make an excuse in your morals for Remus. 

You smiled at him, then sat down between his legs, ignoring the free seat. 

"What are you reading?" You asked him. 

He lifted up the book to show you the cover. "It's called 'Their Eyes Were Watching God'. It's really good so far." 

"I haven't read that one." You said, your hands running across the knitted hem of his jumper. "What's it about?" 

"A muggle book, of course. It's like one woman's journey through life with a lot of focus on how her three husbands shaped her views on life." He looked slightly embarrassed.  "My description doesn't do it justice." 

You smiled. Partly to show you were interested in the book, and partly because he was so cute when he spoke about anything he liked. 

"It's okay, it sounds interesting." You said sweetly. 

Remus looked relieved at your reaction. A smile mirroring graced his soft features, mirroring yours. 

"You can borrow it if you want." He opened the book to his current page to show how far he was. You saw the pages were full of notes and scribbles in his messy handwriting, and it just made you more excited to read it. 

"I've only got half a chapter left. As soon as I'm done, it's yours."  

"Thanks, Rem." 

You were best friends, so sharing something as small as a book really shouldn't have been a big deal. It was to you, though. It was a big deal because it was something of Remus' that you could have, even just for however long it took you to read the novel. You would have to settle for that if you couldn't be more than friends with him. 

As a blush fell across your cheeks, you realised you wouldn't be able to hide your embarrassment. You said goodbye to Remus, then you went up to your dorm while he went back to his book. 

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Remus had given you the book at dinner, then you had each gone to your own dorms after that. 

You laid in your bed and started reading almost immediately after you got the book. 

Remus was right; it was an amazing book. You couldn't put it down, and you were sure it was going to be a new favourite of yours. You even had a piece of parchment next to you where you were writing notes about the book so you could talk about it with Remus once you finished. 

You admired every word that Remus wrote in the margins. You were lost in the book and everything about it until you came across one line. 

'He could be a bee to a blossom—a pear tree blossom in the spring.' 

It wasn't just the beautiful quote that threw you off, but the new ink next to it.

In the margins of the book, you saw Remus' adorable handwriting. Your name encased in an asymmetrical heart. 

You couldn't help but smile while you processed what this little annotation meant. He had read that lovesick line and thought of you. Just as you had thought of him. You both felt the same way about each other. 

Shoving your face in a pillow to suppress the noise, you let out a cross between a giggle and a squeal at the revelation. 

Then you were snapped out of your schoolgirl daydreaming by a few quick raps against the thick wood of your door. 

You stood up, smoothing your skirt and hiding your smile as you made your way across the room. 

"Remus, what are you doing here?" You asked. 

He was standing breathless at the door like he had raced up here. He looked distracted, scoping out the room. You looked where his eyes landed, and it was the book left lying on your bed. 

"Hey, I actually need that book back. I'm really sorry, I know you wanted to—" 

You cut him off before he could finish whatever excuse he was going to give you. 

"I saw it already." You told him. 

"You— You did?" Remus asked. He looked like he was going to faint, and it scared you because you knew bones would be broken if he fell on you. "I'm sorry. We can just pretend—" 

You cut him off once more, but this time without words. You reached up to place one hand on the nape of his neck, and one by his ear. You pulled him closer to you. Once he leaned down to your level, you kissed your best friend right on the lips. 

You were scared at first that this was all a big misunderstanding and that he was about to push you away in horror. But it wasn't, and he didn't. He kissed you back, bringing his arms up to cup your face. After a second of pure bliss in what had been a daydream for the both of you for years, you pulled your lips off of his. 

You two stayed together, your foreheads resting against each other, breathing heavier than normal. 

"I don't want to pretend." A smile spread across your face as you spoke the words. 

"Me neither." 

He pulled away again and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

With that, you knew the book was your new favourite.  

i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me

↳ summary: read this drabble first! goodie two shoes!remus, afraid of being perceived as other, stumbles into a relationship at the expense of y/n. ↳ content: angst, one-sided fake dating ↳ a/n: a little nervous because this is my first time writing for remus pls be gentle w me! for full enjoyment, listen to ivy by frank ocean (i looped it the entire time i wrote this). the more i wrote this, the more i realized i could turn this into a full blown million word fic, but i tried to keep it as condensed as possible, hence some time skips/summarization.

When Remus Lupin confesses — no, announces — that he likes her in the middle of the Great Hall, she thinks she's dreaming. Surely, she didn't hear that correctly. Only hours earlier, she had witnessed the doe-eyed boy unleash a slew of curses beneath his breath. I guess everyone has bad days, she had thought. Even Remus, who she had always pegged as straight-laced and well-mannered.

So when a half a dozen heads turn to stare at her directly, Y/N turns to see if there's anyone behind her. When she sees no one, she turns back forward. It's when Remus Lupin's soft, brown gaze meets hers that her heart stutters dangerously in her chest. She can't help it despite the bewilderment she feels — everyone in the castle has to have some sort of crush on the fluffy-haired boy. He's all soft, disarming smiles and beautiful, brown eyes and knitted jumpers and gentle laughter and—

—and Y/N goes red in the face right away. It doesn't help when Remus tilts his head to the side slightly and offers a small, uncertain smile. Merlin, help me, Y/N thinks as she stares back, wide-eyed, her confusion and any thoughts briefly neutralized at the way his eyes crinkle into little half-moons.

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Y/N has always prided herself on being a sharp judge of character. It soon became clear to her, however, that Remus Lupin was a strange, but intriguing case of contradicting character.

Following his confession — rather, announcement — in the Great Hall, she becomes overly conscious of the tall boy. It feels as though she's suddenly very aware that they have most of their classes together, that he sits only a seat away from her in Charms, that he has chicken scratch for handwriting when she passes him in the library. The latter comes as a surprise — perhaps unfairly, she would have pegged him as a swooping cursive type of boy. In any case, it soon becomes the case that Y/N realizes that she can find Remus easily in a room of crowded students, and the more she does, the more she begins to realize that Remus is a boy full of surprises.

This doesn't seem to matter though, because strangely, after his confession in the Great Hall, Remus does not once approach her. Occasionally, she catches him glancing at her with an odd expression, but outside of an increase in being stared at by the other students, little changes in her life.

It isn't until a week later when her seat partner in Charms is out that their paths cross again. When she trudges to her seat in class, she becomes very quickly aware that they're separated only by an empty chair. She doesn't look away fast enough because Remus looks up as she pulls her chair out, his gaze snagging on to hers with an intensity that she doesn't expect from the softness of his eyes.

"Good morning," he says slowly, almost uncertainly. Up close, Y/N can see a splay of pale freckles across his cheekbones. His lashes are unfairly, distractingly long as he gazes up at her.

"Hi," Y/N says, equally uncertain, though she tries to keep her voice light and casual. No one's ever really had a crush on her before, and she finds herself floundering on how to act. Shouldn't he be the nervous one, and not her? Somehow though, she can feel her palms begin to sweat, though Remus doesn't look nervous at all. Just sharp and assessing. Fortunately though, before the air between them can turn any awkwarder, a mussed-haired head pops up from around Remus.

"Y/N, right?" James Potter asks with a wide grin. His glasses are skewed and crooked on his face as he peers around Remus at her rather owlishly.

Next to him, Remus blinks a few times as she nods, opening her mouth to speak when Professor Flitwick clears his throat to begin class.

She tries to focus on taking notes, but it's difficult when she can see Remus casting her sidelong glances from her peripheral view. She gives up on trying to focus on class entirely when a folded piece of parchment flits over the gap between them with a familiar chicken scratch.

Can we talk after class?

After class, Y/N has a ridiculous, irrational flash of self-consciousness that the humidity has made her hair begin to frizz. Remus doesn't seem to notice as she rakes a hand quickly through her hair because a nervous, almost agitated, energy is rolling off of him as he paces in the courtyard.

When he catches sight of her, he stops, a warm smile breaking across his face, though Y/N feels that it doesn't quite reach his eyes. But the new knowledge that Remus has a dimple on his left cheek and his smile is just slightly crooked is enough to disarm any wariness. Unexpectedly his nervous energy seems to dissipate immediately. "Hi," he says, "You came."

"I got your note," Y/N says, inwardly grimacing — of course he knew that already, he had been sitting next to her.

"Right, well, I, er—" Remus begins choppily, his hand rising to rub at the nape of his neck. "I was wondering about... Earlier, last week, when you saw me... Did you say anything to anyone?"

Y/N blinks at him once, then twice, blankly. "Earlier?" She questions, before the heat begins to rise to her face. He must have been referring to his confession. "I haven't said anything to anyone."

Remus's brows furrow for a moment before his face relaxes. He's surprisingly difficult to read — it feels as though any trickle of emotion is covered with a disarming soft smile. "I see," he says after a moment, his shoulders relaxing. "Right, well, Y/N," he begins, looking around them distractedly. "—shall we date?" Y/N straightens with a jolt as he continues. "I won't be offended if you say no. In fact, I'd understand if you said no, we've barely—"

She doesn't know what it is exactly. Maybe it was the curious thought that Remus might not be the charming prince he seemed to be. Maybe it was the dimple in his left cheek. Maybe it was the way he said her name. But something in Y/N slipped through her confusion and the unceremonious nature of the whole thing, because she finds herself speaking before she can stop herself. "Yeah. Let's date."

Remus's face goes slack. He looks a little startled, Y/N thinks, like she's clubbed him over the head. "Are you sure?" He blurts, eyes widening a fraction. It's perhaps the most emotion she's seen him show so far. Y/N writes it off as nerves and incredulity.

She nods once, firmly.

"I guess that's settled," he says weakly with furrowed brows, though he looked neither pleased nor displeased.

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Initially, Y/N and Remus are as awkward as can be. She's not sure if it's because neither of them have really ever been in a relationship before, but it feels clumsy in the beginning.

Their dates start off mostly as study dates in the library, but Y/N doesn't mind — to her pleasure, she finds that they eerily work well together and she likes the calm peace of Remus's presence while she's studying. She likes to think that he also finds comfort in her presence because it's become ritual for him to ask her about the book she's reading, and vice versa. In a few weeks, they start reading the same books. Maybe it's because they spend so much time together studying that it becomes gradually more comfortable.

When they go to Hogsmeade for the first time together, Y/N finds that they end up walking around the village and chatting nearly until curfew. She tells him about what it's like growing up with three brothers — "It doesn't seem very different from the Marauders," Remus observes with a wry laugh — and he tells her stories of how despite moving around periodically during his child, his mother always found a little corner in the yard to start an herb garden.

He does all the things she'd imagine a boyfriend might — Remus is a gentleman, expectedly. He holds the door open for her, gives her his jumper when there was a draft in the library, walks her back to the Common Room at night.

But, unexpectedly, it isn't Remus's soft smiles or considerate aura that Y/N finds herself straining to see. But it was when he threw his head back and laughed himself breathless at James holding his wand on the wrong end that Y/N found it impossible to tear her eyes away from him. Or when he shot her a dour look the first time she teased him on his illegible chicken scratch. Or when Remus cursed like a sailor when he knocked his ink pot over onto his parchment because he was always so uncoordinated and graceless.

It was perhaps impossible not to fall in love with Remus Lupin. Though maybe she already knew this from the start when he first looked at her, and even more so the first time he said her name.

She liked the way he would groan and complain and grumble as he stretched out his lithe limbs in preparation of helping Peter with his essay that he had procrastinated on, even after she could see the exhaustion begin to pool under his pretty eyes. She liked that he could silence the boys with just one baleful look. She liked the way he fell asleep on his books when he thought no one was looking. She liked his dry remarks and his wolfish grin and his grumpy mood. She liked all the rough edges that Remus showed her when he would forget to put up a soft smile.

It was too easy to love Remus Lupin, though it seemed like he didn't know that himself.

It only takes four full moons for Y/N to understand what the Marauders meant whenever they quietly referred to Remus's furry little problem. In the first place, they weren't always discreet — it was easy for them to forget she was there when she was studying in the background. In the second place, Remus would apologetically cancel their studying plans around the same time each month, and he would disappear for a few days and come back exhausted with fresh scars. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together, really.

But while she understood why he didn't tell her, she couldn't help but give him a tighter hug when she realized.

"Something wrong, love?" He had asked, reaching up to caress the back of her hair as she squeezed his abdomen.

"No," she had mumbled into his shirt, breathing in his familiar scent. She could feel affection swell inside her so violently she felt a little dizzy as she gave him another squeeze. "Just wish I could always be hugging you."

"No one's stopping you," Remus had responded dryly. She smiled into his chest as he rested his chin on the crown of her head. "Certainly not me."

— — — — —

When Y/N tries to discreetly deliver a small care package of chocolate and books a few nights before the next full moon, she accidentally overhears Peter ask James when Remus was ending his fake relationship.

"I doubt it'll raise any suspicions now that no one's pestering him about not having a girlfriend," she hears Peter say.

James makes a noncommittal sort of noise. "You know how Remus is about these things. He's always on edge that someone will think he's the odd one out—"

She feels like the ground beneath her has stuttered and shifted into an open chasm as her mind whirls to make sense of their conversation. For a moment, she thinks she's wrong, but like it was with Remus's furry little problem, if she thinks back on the stranger moments of the past four months, it's not difficult to piece it together. She begins to feel a little ill.

How many times did he force himself to smile at her stories? How many times after walking her back to the Common Room at night did he sigh with relief when she left? How many times did he wait for other students to be around to hold her hand? All the heart-fluttering moments she had thought had been magical and wonderful and incredible with Remus had been entirely one-sided. How humiliating. She feels used and dirty and pathetic, but the worse thing is that she can't feel angry.

She doesn't know how long she stands paralyzed outside, just that it's difficult to breathe or think properly. All she can feel is a numbing ache in her chest, and the feeling tightens when she hears a familiar voice behind her.

"Hmm?" Remus hums, a smile breaking across his face. The dimple in his left cheek appears briefly. "What are you doing here, love?" When she doesn't respond, he steps closer to her and peers at her face carefully, his big, brown eyes soft. "What's wrong?" He asks, gently looping his arms around her waist. Y/N goes perfectly still under his touch. "I knew you'd be studying for the Ancient Runes exam all day, so got some cakes from the kitchen for—"

"Remus," she interrupts suddenly, her throat gone cottony and dry as she raises her gaze to finally look at him. It sends a sharp pang through her chest again. "Are we ever going to kiss?"

Bizarrely, scarlet splotches appear swiftly on the high points of Remus's cheek as his eyes widen a fraction. "Kiss," he repeats, sounding strangled as he stares at her wide-eyed, looking as though she had clubbed him over the head. "You want to kiss?" He asks after a moment, his voice hoarse as his eyes flicker down to her lips.

"Do you want to kiss me?" She asks quietly, watching his throat bob as he swallows thickly.

"I've wanted to since—" Remus says softly, a little nonsensically, his eyes darting back down to her lips. His pupils are blown wide and dark as he swallows, his throat bobbing. “Y/N,” he murmurs, and she can feel his breath brush against her nose. She tries to control the thumping in her chest as he slowly leans in and raises his hand to cup her face. Remus looks down at her with a sweet adoration she knows cannot be real. She's seen this sort of soft look from him countless times before and now she knows better than anyone that it's just another cover. Perhaps it was perfectly clear since the start, but she had let herself get swept away with naive hope. The start of nothing. She feels like a fool.

Remus's head ducks slightly as the space between them closes. Y/N goes perfectly still as she watches his other hand rise, his fingers trembling a little as they reach to curve around her jaw.

For a moment, she entertains the thought and wonders what would happen if she just closes her eyes. She could close her eyes, could lean in and feel his eyelashes brush her cheek, could let him kiss her senseless. It would be so easy. It scares her a little how much she wants that.

Before she can betray herself, Y/N closes her hand around his wrist. “You can stop now,” she says, her voice low and steadier than she felt.

Remus freezes, his dazed expression crumpling in confusion. She takes a steadying breath, swallowing back the bile in her throat as she schools her expression with difficulty. Y/N places his wrist back down away from her face and lets go as she continues, despite the dull ache in her chest. “I wanted to know how far you would go,” she continues quietly. “How far you thought I would be willing to go.”

“I don’t understand—” Remus begins, a myriad of stricken dismay, alarm, and something else flickering across his face. For a moment, she thinks it’s the residue of desire, but she quickly remembers how good of an actor Remus is, and doesn’t let herself entertain that thought that it’s anything else besides panic for being caught.

"I know you're just using me," Y/N says, her throat dry. Her voice, to her mortification, cracks and comes out as a croak. Any sense of anger deflates immediately and all she can feel is this crumbling sense of defeat. “I should have known that something was strange when you suddenly confessed. We had never even really talked before that. I mean, I thought that I was dreaming when you said you liked me—"

“No, it's because—”

"I know why you did it," she whispers. Remus freezes, the color draining from his face. "The worse part of all this is that I can't find it in myself to hate you for using me. But I had just thought that you didn’t think so little of me as to…” She doesn’t finish as she stares down at the space between them, swallowing thickly. She feels ill. The last sentence had come out before she realized it. So that was what it was — disappointment.

"Did you even know my name before James said it?" She asks with a bark of a forced laugh as she straightens, setting her shoulders now though she still has a difficult time looking directly at him.

Remus swallows thickly as he steps forward. His pause is enough of an answer. "Let me explain,” he begins quickly, his words tumbling out in a frantic mess. “Y/N, wait,” he starts, reaching out.

“Don’t touch me, Lupin,” she says dejectedly, stepping away from him. Remus flinches and freezes, his expression falling, but she can't bring herself to look at him in the eye anymore. Y/N stares at the worn patch of carpet by her shoe as she swallows thickly before turning to leave. "You can tell everyone that you broke up with me if it helps you."

At Arms Length Part 1

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁.

A/N: this is an arranged marriage au WC: 2.3k

Remus Lupin is a lot of things. He’s smart, mischievous, sarcastic; but above all he’s observant. And it’s because he’s so observant that he’s able to tell there’s something bothering you. He can see it in the furrow of your brows and the quiver of your lips. You want to cry.

Remus wants to ask why, he even takes a step before he stops himself, remembering that you’re not friends, and it’s nobody’s fault but his own. You’re friendly enough with the rest of the marauders, but for some reason Remus had always been so guarded around you, keeping you at arms length for no reason other than his own insecurity.

It’s not like you didn’t try to befriend Remus. Because you did. On many occasions. Unfortunately, Remus tried harder to keep you away; and succeeded. And now, watching from a distance as your eyes fill with tears, he almost regrets all the times he walked away from you and ignored your attempts at a conversation. Almost.

“Alright, Moony?” James asks with a raised brow, having seen the shuffle of his feet.

“Fine.” Remus nods. “Foot was falling asleep is all.”

James doesn’t believe him. After all, they've only been standing around for a few minutes. Nevertheless, he nods, tuning back into the story Sirius is in the middle of telling.

With his friends distracted, Remus steals another glance at you, frowning when he sees you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your jumper. With a sheet of parchment clenched in your hand, you start making your way back to your dorm, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed. Lily smiles when she sees you, only to frown in concern when she sees the state you’re in.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” She asks, voice filled with worry.

Taking a deep breath, you muster up a smile before nodding. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” She presses, taking a step closer to you.

Your smile drops, lower lip wobbling as you shake your head. You take a shaky step forward, wrapping your arms around her neck as you start to cry. Alarmed, Lily rubs your back, trying to calm you down.

“What happened?” She asks.

“Did someone do something to you?” James asks worriedly, sneaking a quick glance at Remus before turning back to you.

“Worse.” You sniffle, wiping your eyes before holding the parchment out to them.

Jame grabs the parchment, scanning the lines before looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Suitable partner?!” He exclaims in shock.

“What? Let me read that.” Sirius says, snatching the paper from his hands.

“Did you know?” Lily asks softly.

“No!” You deny, shaking your head profusely. “They never said anything to me about arranging a marriage! I-I had no idea!”

The group shares a look of concern as Sirius keeps reading. Arranged marriages are quite normal among pureblood wizards, or rich families. You’re both. But your parents didn’t seem like the type to marry you off, which is why everyone is so shocked by the news.

“After much consideration, we believe you and Jeremy Avery would be a good match!” Sirius exclaims, holding the letter up and looking at you with wide eyes.

“Avery?!” Dorcas gasps. “You must be joking!”

“He’s a bloody Slytherin!” Sirius rants. “Not to mention he and his whole family have intentions of getting the dark mark! Do your parents know about this?”

“They couldn’t have!” You try to reason, taking the letter back from him. “They would have never agreed to this otherwise, I’m sure of it.”

“Incoming,” Peter warns, nodding his head to the side. You all turn around and see Jeremy walking towards you, looking more smug than usual.

“What do you want, Avery?” Sirius asks with a glare.

“Chill, Black. I’m not here for you.” He rolls his eyes before smirking at you. “I simply came to say hello to my lovely wife.”

“I am not your wife.” You tell him with a frown.

“Not yet.”

“Not ever.” You correct. “I don’t know what you heard, but this is a mistake.”

“A mistake?” Jeremy chuckles. “Dearest, your parents approached mine with the offer.”

“And they’re going to rescind it as well.” You argue. “I know all about you, Jeremy. You’re cruel and vile and I would never marry you!”

The amusement is gone from Jeremy’s face, his features now glaring harshly at you. Jeremy takes a menacing step forward and your heart drops. Before you’re able to even think about backing up, Remus takes a step to the side, coming to a stop right in front of you.

“If you think-“

“Walk away while you still can, Avery.” Remus says coldly.

Jeremy and Remus silently stare each other down before finally, Jeremy scoffs, backing up with an amused smirk. Looking over Remus’ shoulder, he locks eyes with you and nods his head just the tiniest bit.

“I’ll see you soon, wife.” He smiles before turning around and walking away, humming the wedding march as he goes.

As soon as he’s gone, you release the breath you had been holding, placing a hand on your chest in an effort to calm your racing heart.

“What a creep.” Marlene says in disgust.

“Are you okay?” Dorcas asks.

“Yeah,” You nod shakily. “I’m fine.” You shift your gaze from Dorcas to Remus and smile gratefully. “Than-“

“I have rounds.” Remus says simply, not sparing anyone a glance as he walks away.

“It’s two o’clock.” Peter mumbles, confused as to why Remus is leaving for rounds so early. Sirius and James share a look before shrugging their shoulders. Your shoulders drop in defeat as you watch Remus disappear into the castle.

“Come on.” Lily calls softly, placing a hand on your back. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to.” You try to wave her off, embarrassed at having broken down crying in front of everyone and gotten into a spat with Jeremy.

“Nonsense.” Lily insists, already pulling you away. “The girls and I were headed there anyway.”

“Oh. Well…alright.” You nod, smiling kindly at them. “If it isn’t too much trouble…”

“None at all!” Dorcas assures you with a grin, linking her arm with yours.

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The marauders and the girls don’t see you again until a whole three days later. Between quidditch practice, rounds, pranks, studying, and apprenticeships, they’ve been quite busy. Still, they can’t deny they’re curious as to what your parents said when you wrote to them about Avery. There’s no way they would make you marry someone like him. That being said, Marlene can’t help but gasp when she sees you walking with your dorm mates.

“Hey, Y/N!” She calls, waving her arm when you look over so you can spot her easily.

You wave back with a grin before turning to your friends. One of them nods their head, pointing to a nearby bench while you walk towards the group.

“Is it just me or did that smile not…look genuine?” Peter asks.

Remus glances at you briefly before turning back to his book with a frown. He’s read the same line four times since he heard Marlene say your name, but nobody needs to know that.

“Yeah,” Dorcas sighs. “I don’t think the conversation went well…”

“Shh! She’s coming!” Lily warns before turning to you with a smile. “Hello lovely!”

“Hi, Lily.” You greet with a small laugh before turning to the rest of the group. “Hey, guys.”

You get a chorus of hello’s in return before Sirius, never one to beat around the bush, asks the question on everyone’s mind.

“So how’d it go with your parents?” He asks, groaning when Marlene elbows him in the gut.

“You’re so rude!” She chastises.

“It’s okay, Marlene.” You assure her before turning back to Sirius and shrugging. “It went fine, I guess. I still don’t know why they’re trying to set me up in the first place.” You tell him honestly with a frown. “I think I’m just gonna go home this weekend, try to figure out what’s going on…”

“But what did they say about Avery?” Sirius presses. “About his family? Their views?”

“Oh! Yeah, the union is off.” You confirm. The whole group lets out a sigh of relief.

“That’s great!” James cheers, smiling dropping when he notices your lack of enthusiasm. “Right?”

“I mean, yeah.” You nod, avoiding everyone’s gaze. “On a completely unrelated note, what do you guys think of Rowle?”

“Rowle?” Sirius asks, the name not sounding familiar.

“Like, Joseph Rowle?” Peter interrupts, “From Ravenclaw?”

“Yeah,” You confirm with a nod. “We’re hanging out tomorrow to get to know each other…”

“Wait, you mean your parents are still trying to set you up with someone?” Lily asks with a frown.

You give her a timid smile and her frown deepens.

“Y/N! Are you coming?” Your friend Sarah calls.

You look over your shoulder and nod, before turning back to the group in front of you.

“I gotta go. But who knows! Maybe… maybe he won’t be so bad...” You shrug, eyes full of hope as you run off to join your friends.

Remus watches you go with a far off look on his face, clearly deep in thought as everyone around him starts to gossip about your new match. Eventually the girls leave, yet the conversation continues.

“What do you think?” Sirius finally asks, nudging Remus.

“About what?” He asks, pulling away with an annoyed frown.

“Y/N!” Sirius exclaims. “Y/N with Joseph. Both of them. Together. Two strangers. Married. ‘Til death do them part!”

“I think it’s none of my business.” Remus shrugs, opening his book back up. “Or yours, for that matter.”

“Come on, Moony.” Sirius presses. “You can’t honestly tell me that you don’t care.”

There’s a long silence between the them before Remus finally responds.

“She said it herself. Maybe he won’t be so bad.” Remus says instead, not directly answering Sirius’ question.

“You’re no fun.” Sirius complains.

“Then leave me alone.” Remus says bluntly.

Peter snorts in amusement only to whine when Sirius throws a pebble at his head.

“I wish you’d stop being so cold to her.” James comments with a frown. “If you don’t wanna admit you like her-“

“I don’t like her.” Remus interrupts.

“-then that’s fine.” James continues. “But you can’t keep treating her like shit.”

“I’m not.”

“She’s a nice girl-“

“I know that.” Remus nods, getting more and more worked up the longer this conversation goes on.

“Then why are you always so mean to her?” James asks.

“You know why.”

“I don’t.” He argues. “Why don’t you tell us?”

“Because I’m- and she-“ Remus takes a deep breath before slamming his book shut and standing up. “Just forget it. I’m hungry. I’m going to the kitchens.”

James starts to follow after him only for Sirius to put an arm out, keeping him in place.

“Let it go, mate.” He says, watching Remus walk off. “He’ll make a move when he’s ready.”

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It’s by complete chance that they all happen to be lounging about the common room when you come back from your date. It has nothing at all to do with the fact that they’ve been sitting there for the past two hours, waiting for you to arrive.

“Hey!” They all greet, seeming just a tad too happy for it to be considered normal.

“Hi…” You say awkwardly. “What’s…going on?”

“Nothing! What’s going on with you?” Dorcas asks.

“You’re being weird.” You tell her with a confused laugh.

“How was your date?” Peter asks with an excited smile.

Everyone groans.

“Peter!” Marlene shouts.

“What?”

“We said we were gonna be casual.” James sighs.

“I was!” Peter defends.

“So?” Lily asks, turning around on the couch to see you better. “How was it?”

“Um… Yeah, it was- it was fine.” You mumble. “He was great! Until you know, he wasn’t…”

“How bad was it?” Sirius asks with a grimace.

“He was rude to the waiter, he complained about everyone and everything, he kept giving me backhanded compliments,” You list off. “Oh! And if that wasn’t bad enough, he kept trying to kiss me no matter how many times I said no.”

“Sorry.” Lily apologizes with a frown.

“It’s okay. I’m just glad I got it over with.”

“So I take it you’ll be owling your parents about him as well?” Marlene muses.

“Oh, the owl’s on his way as we speak.” You nod, causing her to huff in amusement.

You look at the side table and your eyes widen when you see that your book is still sitting there. You completely forgot to return it earlier today.

“Onto the next?” Sirius guesses.

“Unfortunately.” You confirm, grabbing your book and rushing out the door.

After returning your book and checking out another, you walk out of the library only to end up bumping into somebody.

“Sorry.” You mumble, not even looking at them as you step to the side, starting your walk back to the Gryffindor tower.

“How was your date?”

You turn around with a confused frown, eyes widening when you see Remus of all people standing in front of you. Not only that, but actually talking to you.

“It was a disaster.” You tell him bluntly, honestly; and for some reason that makes him laugh.

“And the guy?”

“He was…a step down from Avery.” You tell him with a pained grimace.

“Really?” Remus asks with furrowed brows. “I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Trust me, I was just as surprised as you are.” You assure him.

You and Remus share a laugh before you awkwardly clear your throat.

“Right. Well, I’ll leave you to it.” You tell him, turning around and starting to walk away.

“You know, if you ever get tired of being set up with tossers, you can always marry me.”

The offer stops you in your tracks. You turn around slowly to stare at him.

“I-I’m sorry?” You ask with a confused laugh, because there’s no way you heard him right.

For a split second, Remus considers taking it back, saying he was only joking. But he isn’t. So instead, he squares his shoulders, looks you right in the eye, and nods.

“Marry me.” He says firmly.

reader falling asleep against remus?? maybe they aren’t dating yet but are oblivious idiots in love with each other and he freaks out !!

pillow

summary you fall asleep on remus at a party.

content remus lupin x fem!reader, she/her

"Mate, you've gotta be the worst pillow ever. Relax a bit," Sirius says to Remus who's gone stiff underneath you.

"I should wake her up, right? Like, it was an accident. She's gonna think I'm weird for not waking her up," Remus panics, trying to stay as still as possible.

"Hey, woah," Sirius puts his hands out to calm his friend like he's a spooked animal, "She wouldn't have fallen asleep on you if she didn't trust you, right?"

He takes a breath and looks down at you. He remembers how much he stupidly likes you and relaxes a bit. "Right," he says under his breath.

"Good," Sirius sighs.

He's not entirely sure how you've done it. It's loud at this party and the two seater isn't the most comfortable place to be. He then thinks about how if it were him in your position, he'd do the exact same thing. He trusts you enough to fall alseep on, despite the circumstances. He's sure his are different to yours, though.

He let's you get comfortable where you've got your cheek smooshed against his shoulder and hopes his sweater isn't too scratchy. Your lips are parted in the slightest and your nose keeps twitching. He remembers how tired you'd told him you were and hopes this moment of rest is enough to help until you have to go home.

He really wanted to talk to you tonight, maybe, if he'd found enough courage, he would've asked you on a date. But he's just as content with letting you use him to sleep comfortably. He envies it really, because he could also use a power nap.

He tries his best to keep you alseep, a hand around your shoulder to keep you shielded from rowdy partygoers but knows it's inevitable that you'll wake. The room starts to fill more as the sun falls behind the horizon and he feels you start to stir.

You lift yourself from his side and blink yourself awake. You look around the room confused, the cutest pout on your lips, before you catch Remus to your side. Then, you startle.

"Oh my god," you say, and hold your hands to your cheeks, "Remus, I'm so sorry!" You start to come into yourself and can't stop smiling. You duck your face into your shoulder and try to act unaffected, though you fail.

"It's okay," he says, and because while you were asleep, he'd swelled with courage, he wraps an arm back around your shoulders and encourages you back into his side. He's not forceful with it but you snuggle back into him like it's second nature and he melts. "I kind of liked it."

"Oh," you say under your breath, but because you're so close he can hear you. He treasures this position dearly, because most of the time you're too shy to speak as loudly as you should.

"You're cute when you sleep," he says, pushing it really, he expects to run out of confidence soon. "It's too loud in here, but I think you were snoring."

You groan and cover your face with your hands, bubbling with embarrassed giggles. "Stop it," you say, flustered and airy, "Was I really?"

"No, I'm kidding, sweetheart," he laughs, nudging your shoulder with his own, "It's okay, you were fine."

"Good," you say, looking at him through the parts in your fingers. "At least I didn't drool, I do that at home sometimes." You take your hands from your face but you still seemed flustered.

"Really?" he laughs.

"Yeah."

He doesn't stop himself from saying, "Well, I'll have to see that one day." He doesn't regret it when you start to roar with laughter.

"Are you inviting yourself back to my bed, Lupin?" you ask through pretty giggles.

"Is that okay?"

You tuck your head back into his side and try to hold back your laughter. He thinks you're trying to hide your flustered face. "Of course, it is."