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on tuesday i had my third ever driving lesson and within ten minutes my instructor sent me off down this really narrow road?? with bushes either side??

and i saw a girl from my school which really alarmed me so i accidentally steered into a bush because i was so distracted

seriously though, only like an inch of the car was in the bush and i steered out of the way pretty quick, but tell me why this girl has started telling people that she watched me CRASH into a bush 😭😭😭😭 like 😔 i’m just a girl i’ve only ever driven twice before 💔

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Not a request for Eddie but I’m the one who asked for the James fic and I can assure you it was worth the wait !!!! Thank you so much it was just *chef’s kiss* 🤌

thank you!!!! this means so much to me anon, you don’t even know!!!! i’m so glad you liked it 🩷🩷🩷

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come one, come all! i need eddie requests please!!! it can be smutty, fluffy, angsty - whatever!! xx

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booyah! happy birthday james, cheeky little birthday fic has been posted 🙏

A James Potter birthday fic may be in the works 👀

In which he gets a very special birthday present… 🙈

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James potter pure smut and he’s whimpering. Maybe we’re pegging him, maybe he’s being a munch, I don’t know I just need him really bad 😔

Birthday Boy - James Potter x Female Reader

Synopsis: It’s James’ Birthday and Sirius kindly gifts the pair of you an empty dorm for the night. It only seems right that you fulfil one of James’ fantasies.

Warnings: smut, handjob, anal (male receiving), swearing

A/N: tysm for the ask and sorry it took so long to write! this is my first time writing for James, my first time writing smut, and my first time writing pegging, so please be kind! (though constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged pls i need it) 😭

Sunbeams poured through the windows, thawing the condensation that thinly coated the panes. As the early morning light began to cast a warm hue over the Gryffindor common room, you made your way down the staircase, clad all in pyjamas.

Most students would choose to spend their Sunday curled up in front of the fire, or running around with seemingly endless energy, in the case of some particularly rowdy first years. Knowing this, you and your friends had decided to get up early to give James his birthday presents, hopeful to avoid the daytime rabble.

Socked feet met with the cozily carpeted floor as you scanned the room, eyes falling on a drowsy looking James – no longer asleep, but not awake quite yet. Settling down opposite him, you made sure to offer a grateful smile to the other three boys, knowing that he likely put up a fight, not being a morning person by any stretch.

Even as he noticed you take a seat he refused to perk up, choosing his usual melodrama instead.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” he huffed, sinking deeper into the sofa, “and on my birthday as well.”

“Don’t be daft, Prongs, it’s only six thirty – you’re up earlier on a weekday,” Remus reasoned, elbowing the sulking boy beside him. He quietened down – albeit reluctantly – as the logic of Remus’ observation sank in. That was, until Sirius decided to pipe up.

“I dunno mate, it does seem unfair that I should have to lose my beauty sleep for this muppet–“ he leant close to Peter, fingers pulling his skin taut– “do you see the wrinkles this has given me?”

Before their descent into typical marauder chaos, you interjected, swiftly moving the conversation forward.

“More importantly than your complexion, Sirius,” you began pointedly, “it’s James’ birthday and he should open his presents,”

Amazingly, at the mere mention of gifts, any remnants of fatigue disappeared, Peter being the first to hand a neatly wrapped box to James, a little bow adorning the top.

Thick hands grasped the package, only a soft rustling audible as he held it up to his ear, shaking it around. Swiftly declaring that he couldn’t possibly guess, the ribbon was untied and wrapping paper torn off, revealing a maroon knit sweater with a stag embroidered on the front. As he said his thank you’s, he slipped the jumper over his head, groaning at its softness.

“You need to feel this,” he urged, not leaving much choice as he grasped your wrist, running your palm along the sleeve, “it’s so soft,”

Hearing this, Peter beamed proudly, “It’s made from puffskein mohair,”

Everyone else took turns at handing him presents, the chairs around you filling up as Marlene and Dorcas arrived, followed by Lily. The room was brighter now, the midmorning light sending dust motes flying through the air. A steady stream of Gryffindors flowed past your small huddle, some wishing James a happy birthday, but most just focussed on making it to the Great Hall in time for breakfast. Almost instinctively, you pushed yourself up and merged into the crowd. James, trusting Sirius with his presents, hopped up too, his toned arm coming to rest loosely around your waist.

Stood patiently, you leant against his chest, awaiting the moving staircase. Taking this opportunity away from any prying eyes – or at least anyone who would care, as you had lost both Marlene and Lily in the masses – you decided to let James in on a secret.

“I’m so glad you liked your tickets to the Quidditch World Cup,” you confessed, running a hand down his chest, “they were a total pain to get a hold of,”

Looking down at you, eyes wide and gentle, he replied, “I loved them - seriously, best present ever, I can’t wait.” He tenderly stroked your hair. “Besides, I’d love anything you got me, even if it was like, a single shoe.”

Lips sealed tight to hold in a laugh, you got on tippy toes, mouth at his ear.

“That’s good, because Sirius agreed to let us use the dorm tonight. Maybe we could try out that thing you suggested?”

Heat flooded James’ face as he pulled you in tight to his side, his gaze elsewhere as he offered a short, yet very enthusiastic, nod. 

Hours were spent chasing James around on his new broomstick – courtesy of his parents – as he got used to it, readying himself for the match against Ravenclaw later in the month. Sirius joined the pair of you in practicing, whilst Remus and Peter (who were much less athletically inclined) grabbed snacks for everyone to share before heading to The Three Broomsticks.

It was late evening now, as you arrived back at the castle with James in tow. A thin sheen of moonlight illuminated your path up the staircase, stone steps twisting their way to the boys’ dorms.

Arm working to haul your boyfriend in behind you, the bedroom door swung heavily shut. Despite promises to give you some alone time, you knew better than to trust any Marauder, so, to be safe, you swiftly cast a locking charm.

Satisfied, your gaze fell upon James’ shirtless figure, bent over and wrestling to remove his jeans.

“Woah, Buckaroo,” you laughed airily, tentatively moving toward him, “let’s go slow, yeah? Tonight’s all about you.”

Brown curls bounced with his nodding, catching the warm light and reflecting it with a glisten akin to that in his eyes as he faced you. One hand threading into his hair, you dragged him down to you, your lips meeting in a slow kiss.

Testing the waters, you tugged lightly, a stifled groan leaving his mouth, and a trail of goosebumps rising as you trailed your fingers down his bicep.

“Please,” he whispered, face inches away from yours, “been thinkin’ about this all day,”

This somewhat desperate admission makes you reconsider any teasing. It was his birthday after all, it only seemed fair that he gets what he wants so badly.

You soften. Lowering yourself to the floor, you undo his belt, ridding him of his remaining clothes, and begin to work his cock with your hand. Though, he needed little help, already well past half-mast.

“Jamie, you’re so hard for me.” You tease, licking his tip fleetingly. “You could’ve told me you were feeling needy, I would’ve helped you out.”

Your mouth takes his full length then, and James’ fingers fly to your hair, in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Evidently unsuccessful though, as the moans spilling from him seemingly replaced any need to breathe.

“More,” he panted through ragged breaths, “please,”

Spurred on, you gripped his calves, taking him all the way down your throat. Some tears welled in your lash line, but you blinked them away, too focused on pleasing your boyfriend. Swallowing around his cock and working your tongue around the head, it quickly became clear that he was close, so you pulled off, rising from your knees. 

“Get on the bed, I’m gonna grab some things.” You directed, feet padding over to the chest in the corner. Having removed your clothing, you rummaged around, grabbing a bottle of lube and a strap-on.

When you returned to James, you found him on all fours, waiting more patiently than you had expected. The bed dipped as you clambered behind the boy, who began to whine and wiggle his hips around at your arrival.

You ran your palm down the plane of his back, soothing him with intermittent shushes.

“I’m just going to start with one finger,” you warned, careful to take your time, “is that okay?”

“Yes - need it so bad,” he whined, a deep sigh of relief leaving him as your middle finger eased into him, gradually beginning to move it.

Noticing his weak attempts at taking you deeper, you reached for the lube. The boy in front of you shivered, taking a sharp inhale as the cold liquid made contact with his skin and you pushed a second digit in. You continued to crook your fingers, working back and forth in preparation for what was coming next.

Minutes later, once you deemed him loose enough, you retracted your hand, receiving a rather bitter look from James.

“Hush, I’m gonna fill you with something even better – “ you lined up with his entrance, tapping against his hole – “you just gotta be patient for me.”

Attention fully on his arse now, you tried to sink in, met only with tight resistance. This was normal, you had heard (mostly from Remus and Sirius, as they were your main source of information on the topic – though you wouldn’t tell James this), but forcing would simply not help. So, you offered a little distraction, your body folding over James’ as you reached for his rouged cock, stroking it and paying extra care to run your thumb over the tip.

Muscles slackening, his whole body becoming less tense, you managed to push in to the hilt, your pelvis pressed against him as you gave him time to get used to the feeling of his arse being filled completely.

“You can move,” he assured between gasps for air, “please- please move,”

Grasping one of his hips, you bottomed out, keeping a steady pace as you thrusted into him.

Meanwhile, your other hand continued to jerk him off, a particularly guttural whine being made as you massaged his balls.

A few short minutes later, and James was already a mess, fisting the sheets beneath him and pushing back to meet your thrusts. You could tell he was close from the way he struggled to hold himself up, so you began to speed up your movements, eager to make him come.

“I’m- fuck- I’m gonna-“ he tried, voice shaky.

“I know, come for me, pretty boy,” you encouraged, pressing kisses into his spine and whispering quiet praises to him.

As soon as he reached his peak, hot spurts of fluid leaking down onto the duvet, you urged him onto his back. With a small cloth you had grabbed earlier, you began to wipe him clean, careful not to overstimulate him. At the sight of this, however, your boyfriend’s brows knitted together with confusion.

“What about you? You didn’t get to come-” he started, interrupted as your lips pressed to his in a sloppy, passionate kiss.

“Tonight was just for you, Birthday Boy,” you reassured, “besides – we don’t have long ‘til Sirius tries to bang down the door,”

i hope you enjoyed and have an amazing day wherever you are 🩷🩷

dividers by @enchanthings-a

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Almost 800 words in and I’m not even at the good stuff yet! This bodes very well 😝

A James Potter birthday fic may be in the works 👀

In which he gets a very special birthday present… 🙈

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A James Potter birthday fic may be in the works 👀

In which he gets a very special birthday present… 🙈

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Picture this: Lucius being the girl dad he was meant to be.

Can you write a story about him being the best girl dad ever?

Maybe her doing his hair. Bows everywhere and the reader just walks in and Lucius either owns up to it or is extremely embarrassed.

Please and thank you!!

Silver Soul - Lucius Malfoy x Gn!Reader

AN: listened to really sad music whilst writing this and it shows. i deviated from the ask a lot so i’m sorry!! either way, it’s finished, so enjoy!

Warnings: a little too angsty and not enough fluff, BUT there is fluff at the end! also it’s not lucius x reader angst, it’s just angsty

Though Lucius loved Draco dearly, there was always an undeniable distance between the pair. They felt it, close family saw it, and everyone else just knew it.

This rift wasn’t created through a lack of trying, for he often showered his son with gifts that only the best money could buy. In adolescence it sufficed, a new pair of flying gloves for his birthday and a fancy jacket to apologise for a scolding that Narcissa deemed too harsh. An indirect apology of course – he wouldn’t be seen displaying weakness, much like his father.

Having grown beside a powerful man whose severity never yielded; Lucius had been left to cultivate many of his own ideals from the world he saw around him. A man who believed all was below him and refused to show any ounce of kindness – not even to his family. This was all Lucius had to hang his entire framework upon, having never known anything different.

When he joined Hogwarts as a young boy, he was funnelled into Slytherin, a house heavily associated with its unsavoury reputation. Cunning, ambitious and shrewd, Lucius was surrounded by children who were raised with nearly identical belief systems. Those who thought muggles were equal - or anything akin - were rapidly ostracised. With nobody around him to help expand his views, Lucius leant into his father’s shadow, becoming a stern figure of authority later in life.

He found happiness in his marriage with Narcissa initially, the birth of their son being one of the most special days in his life. Yet, he struggled to find a balance between chiding and forgiveness. Narcissa refused to take up a parental role, treating Draco as a best friend rather than someone she had to teach about the world. This left most hard conversations for Lucius to deal with, quickly making him the less favoured parent.

Time passed, the distance grew, and his relationship with Narcissa deteriorated too. Divorce came swiftly once Draco reached adulthood and the years following were desperately lonely. It gave him the chance to reflect.

Leading a life as his father’s reflection had brought him nothing except for a hollow, cold job at the Ministry – and what was the purpose money if he had nobody to share it with? If his rigid views had brought him such an unfulfilled life, they couldn’t possibly be right.

His first meeting with you confirmed this.

Seated across from him at an interview, you proved yourself to be the change he needed in his life. You explained the recent year out on your resume, how you spent the summer fighting for equality for muggleborns, being one yourself. The things you shared with Lucius opened his eyes further than ever before in his life. You detailed your time at Hogwarts, how Defence Against the Dark Arts was your best subject – just like it was for him. It seemed, however, that your education had been much more troubled than his, as you faced much prejudice because of your blood status. You left him utterly fascinated and with much to reflect on.

Fortunately, you got the job, and the pair of you spent any time you could together, be it on your lunch breaks or when you were collaborating on paperwork. Sometimes, you would even find yourselves staying late to chat to one another.

Only a month later, he couldn’t believe the person he had been. Living by his old ways, he never would have met you, stuck in a solitary life for the rest of time. You were wonderful and gentle; he couldn’t bear to think that as a younger man he would have shunned you – just because of something out of your control.

Eventually, when he opened up about his old ways, your kindness continued to shock him. There was no judgement, only reassurance. His past did not define him anymore, he was free to become whomever he desired.

It was difficult to admit, as he incessantly wished it were not true, but he had given his all to Draco. He gave everything he could, but not everything he needed. He knew this now, years on as you welcomed your first child together. He was ready to give the one thing he lacked previously: compassion.

Your little girl grew fast, a toddler before you knew it, and Lucius was a sight to behold. You had heard about the strained relationship with his son, but seeing him now, you couldn’t imagine him as anything other than a perfect husband and amazing father.

You were stood in the doorway to the living room, bag hanging from your shoulder as you arrived home from work. Lucius had taken the day off to look after your daughter, as she claimed to be sick this morning.

She seemed to be on the mend though, as she pinned her father to the sofa, slipping butterfly hairclips into his semi-braided hair. As you watched, a small giggle left your mouth, noticing the matching tinsel strips they both sported.

Hearing your soft laughter, he looked to you, his eyes - coated in glittery eyeshadow - crinkling as he grinned proudly at you.

Though the makeup was messy, he was still unbelievably gorgeous. The newfound warmth in his heart truly shone from the inside out, his happiness spread wide across his face.

i hope you enjoyed 🩷🩷

dividers by @enchanthings-a

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I fear the audience for this is very niche, but if I were to write a Lucius Malfoy fic, would anyone be interested?? If so, pretty pretty please send in requests for anything you'd like to see in it! xx

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thank you so much for including me on this list!!! it made my day! 🩷🩷🩷

updated: 24.01.25

˚☽˚.⋆ angst

Pahinga (✧): Remus can’t sleep again. luckily, you come to save him, and he finds his rest in you. (@foodiegoogie)

Temper (❤❅): Remus is usually a grump, as dismal as a cloudy day and you're his sunshine, whether he accepts it or not -- he denies it vehemently until his sensitive nerves make him lash out the day of a full moon. (@kquil)

Draw Scars Around My Scar (❅): many weeks had passed since the most recent full moon, yet James and Sirius still won’t let you see Remus. What could they be hiding? (@chxrryhxrt)

↪︎ Part Two (✧)

Blood Quill (✧): Remus can smell blood on you. (@jasmines-library)

Back To December (✧): Remus feels like he will regret that night the rest of his life, the marauders convince him to do something about it. (@ur-local-anti-hero)

Alive and True (❅): having found a lost friend, living in the countryside of Yorkshire, feelings of once hidden affection start to bloom in the need to be alive and good things to be real. (@nincompoopydoo)

Think Like A Lupin (❅✧): your parents are planning to marry you off the second after you graduate, but after an unfortunate encounter with a werewolf, plans change. (@unconventional-lawnchair) (warning: themes of ptsd aligning with assault, abusers doing abusing)

It's Nice To Have A Friend (❅): "no one loves a monster like me.", "I do." (@jamespottersdaisy)

Lost and Found (❤❅✧): you and Remus Lupin had a crush on each other ever since you were students at Hogwarts but never had the courage to even speak. You spend the next 20 years living your separate lives, you as an Auror, and he, just surviving. Unable to live under the stress of your profession anymore, you retire and start teaching at Hogwarts, still hoping to fill the void Remus had left behind. In September 1993, everything changes. (@lupinmoonlight)

Will You Marry Me? (❤❅): 5 times remus has asked you to marry him and 1 extra. (@perpetuallydaydreaming)

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finally on top of my homework again 🙏🙏 send in fluffy / smutty requests pls!!!! in desperate need of something to write

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omg thank you so much for including me on this list!! this means the world to me 🩷🩷🩷🩷

REMUS LUPIN

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all remus lupin stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) <3

MASTERLIST • THE MARAUDERS • 11/22/24

REMUS LUPIN ONE

@papercorgiworld ✰ when friends help you get the girl Remus struggles to ask you out and James tries to help. When Remus doesn't want to tell you he's a werewolf Sirius takes the blame. And Peter makes sure you spend some extra time together.

@ddejavvu ✰ hungry like the wolf Remus is gifted an alternative potion to Wolfsbane near the full moon, meant to convert the magic of his transformation into energy. But the run you expect him to go on to burn some of the energy off isn't as much of a jog as it is a chase, and you're the one he's after.

@cassielovesnewt ✰ mistletoe after the death of your brother, you take in your nephew as your own, shutting everyone else out in your grief. However, once you’re reunited with an old friend in Harry’s third year, old feelings start to come to the surface as you help each other through your grief.

@dwindlinghaze ✰ love in the foyer remus lupin loves you, but his best friend 'likes' you too. so you both ended up fake dating.

@jamespottersdaisy ✰ it’s nice to have a friend

@myfictionaldreams ✰ markings Remus accidentally bites your neck too hard and leaves indents of his teeth, and now it's woken something within him, needing everyone to see the mark he's left on you.

@goldencherriess ✰ the art of eye contact The three times they made eye contact and the one time he did something about it.

@moonstruckme ✰ doctor!remus ✰ a friendly proposition Remus lupin with best friend reader who hasn’t cum before, and he is outraged when he hears this? And he’s like, why don’t I show you ✰ doctor!remus ✰ doctor!remus

@ellecdc ✰ a horseshoe for luck ✰ black!sister reader ✰ black!sister reader ✰ the ruined apothecary who reconnect after Hogwarts ✰ potter!reader ✰ black!sister reader ✰ pt!remus ✰ legs for days lupin ✰ surprise! we’re making love part 2 ✰ roommate!reader

@inkdrinkerworld ✰ brb!remus

@moonpascal ✰ first impressions it’s orientation night ✰ Hangout?

@mischievousmoony ✰ prank gone right when james and sirius prank you guys after your third date, you just have to prank them back

@sun-kissy ✰ still here -tw! ✰ heaven

@pretentious-blonde ✰ yours after inviting remus's oldest friends to dinner to introduce his new girlfriend, a secret slips that could alter their entire relationship ✰ after the storm the full moon is looming and remus takes it out on the one person he promised not to.

@chxrryhxrt ✰ draw stars around my scars Many weeks had passed since the most recent full moon, yet James and Sirius still will not let you see Remus. What could they be hiding?

@kquil ✰ simple loving

@iamgonnagetyouback ✰ letter where the boys mess with the letter he wrote for you

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I don’t know if this has been said before but I CANNOT stop thinking about Steve Harrington dressing up as Glen Lantz from ‘A Nightmare on Elm Street’ for Halloween!!!!!

Imagine him in this crop top holy moly!!! I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of him (specifically his tummy 😍)

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smut smut smut smut

smut requests plsssssss

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idk if you write multiple parts but i NEED part 2 to draw stars around my scars. that cliffhanger was criminal 😭

part two is out now!!!!! read here! 🫶🫶

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Draw stars around my scars, part 2 - Remus Lupin x Female Reader

Read part 1 here!

Synopsis: Many weeks had passed since the most recent full moon, yet James and Sirius still won’t let you see Remus. What could they be hiding?

Warnings: angst, fluff at the end, swearing, mentions of injuries

After you made your visit to Remus that night, things briskly returned to the way they had been: him locked away in the infirmary, still recovering, and you left to your own devices, with only homework and classes to keep you occupied.

The feelings of betrayal and confusion did not come and go with the days as you might expect – rather they flooded you, engulfing every facet of your life and though you knew it was pitiful, you could not find it within yourself to just ‘get over it’. This was the advice Sirius had insightfully bestowed upon you when he found you in the common room the morning after, clearly having heard about the altercation from Remus himself.

It was common knowledge that Sirius was not the most well-versed in emotions – you could ask anyone on campus, and they would be able to tell you that, but that was not what upset you about his ‘pep talk’.

What did it for you was that Remus had spoken to Sirius about you. You were aware it sounded silly, but who were you if not the person that Remus shared everything with? You had been there for him in fourth year when he got a low score on his potions exam, consoling him and vowing to keep it a secret between the two of you. Ever since you learnt of his lycanthropy, you had spent the days after full moons making sure that he was comfortable and safe.

In essence, you knew everything there was about Remus Lupin, and in turn, he knew everything about you. So, to find out that he had just shared your private business with Sirius, it hurt. You did not care if they were best friends: it hurt – plain and simple.

Despite all of this, you pushed through, burying it in the confines of your heart and focussing on school.

Now a week on, your feet carried you to class, sending echoes down the corridor with each strike of your shoes against the worn stone ground. Almost late, you rounded the corner to your lesson, hurried pace unfaltering – until you heard a familiar voice up ahead.

Getting closer now, he came into your view, standing outside the room with Professor McGonagall.

“I am assured you understand the work you must catch up on?” She inquired, shuffling a small stack of paperwork together, before passing them over to the boy opposite her.

“Yes, Professor,” he smiled, accepting the sheets into his hands, “I’ll try to have it all finished by the end of the week.”

“Wonderful, I do hope that you’re feeling better.” She turned on her heel, passing through into her classroom, leaving Remus alone and you standing at the other end of the corridor.

His gaze flickered over, noticing the fidgeting of your silhouette in his periphery. As his eyes met your own and his hand shakily rose to obscure his lower face, the air in your throat hitched and your brows knitted together. 


You remained like this for a short, bittersweet moment – relieved to see that he was doing okay, although confused as to why he was shielding his face, but still indescribably agonised as you recalled what had happened the last time you saw him.

Rashly deciding that you could not bear to stay put any longer, lest you say something to him, you resumed your dash down the hall and ducked past Remus, into the classroom and collapsed in your seat, books firmly thudding onto the ink-stained table.

Only seconds after your loud entrance, he slipped in too, sitting wedged between Sirius and James on the other side of the room.

As you spent the next sixty minutes jotting down notes on transfiguration, the sound of quills on parchment and Professor McGonagall’s lecture filled the class. Though you tried to concentrate, thoughts of Remus incessantly flooded the forefront of your mind.

Upset as you were, you could not help but yearn to see his face entirely again. He had become a familiar pillar in your life over the years at Hogwarts, with there almost never being a day where he was not by your side. Having not seen him properly since before the full moon was slowly killing you.

Awkwardly, your neck twisted around, cracking slightly as you leant back to peer behind the Hufflepuff seated next to you. There he was: hunched over his desk, scrawling away, ever the academic. Continuing to stare, you took in his slightly dishevelled appearance. His sleeves were pulled as far down as they could go, yet bandages still managed to peek out of the bottoms. His hair was flecked with gold, falling messily over his forehead like always, except a new pink ribbon of a scratch descended from his hairline, travelling diagonally down across his face. The wound finished just above the corner of his mouth, which twitched as he paused to think.

Placing your palms onto your table, you braced yourself to quietly turn back around. Success almost befell you, but alas, James caught sight of you at the last moment, reaching behind Remus to prod Sirius, gesturing silently towards you.

Scoffing, you snatched up your pen and prepared to carry on with your note taking.

Having gotten a good look at him, you found it easy to hazard a guess at the cause of his hostility that night in the infirmary. Never in your six years of knowing Remus Lupin did you get the impression that he was self-assured, confident, or felt anything other than insecure. So, you could safely assume that this new scar was the source of several new insecurities itself.

Either way, just because he was feeling glum did not give him an excuse to be rude to you. Not when you had blatantly expressed your unconditional love for him and worked so tirelessly to bring communication into your relationship.

You told Lily this currently, the two of you curled up on a twin pair of armchairs in the Gryffindor common room.

“I completely agree,” she sympathised, tucking her feet underneath her, “if James spoke to me like that, we would be having some serious words.”

“I’m really glad you understand,” you smiled tightly, running your fingers through your hair, “I just feel like, insanely petty? I do want to talk to Remus, but I want it to be him that initiates the conversation, not me.”

“I hate for my advice to be so useless, but I think he just needs time. He really does care for you, he’ll come around eventually.” She leant forward in her seat to place a hand on your forearm, soothing the skin there in a show of comfort.

Aware that she was right; you nodded and hummed your agreement.

“If it’s any consolation, James said that Remus has been a miserable old bag since he had that go at you,” Lily offered, retracting her arm back into her lap. You supposed it did help a little, to know that he was feeling awful too.

“Actually, that’s a relief to hear-“ you went to respond, but found yourself interrupted as James bolted into the common room, calling your name.

Unsure of what to do with yourself, you shot the girl opposite you a panicked look – debating between either running away or hiding somewhere nearby. Anyone who was anyone knew that when James Potter came knocking, it did not end well.

Too caught up in planning an escape route, you were soon hunted down by the boy, as you looked up to see a second year pointing in your direction. Scowling, you accepted your fate and sat up rigid in your chair, preparing yourself for what was to come.

He patted the younger student on the back as thanks and picked his pace back up, lightly jogging towards you both.

‘Hi Lily.” He simpered; eyes full of adoration as he glanced at her. “Sorry to interrupt you two lovely ladies, but I need you to come with me really quick.” He huffed, out of breath, as his gaze shifted over to your figure.

Although he lacked his usual mischievous smirk, you remained apprehensive to place any trust in him. Whilst he had not done anything wrong himself, he was friends with Remus, who decidedly had done something very wrong. So, you were almost obligated not to follow him, simply by proxy.

It seemed that he could tell what you were thinking, as his hands clasped together in front of him, and he began to do what could only be described as begging.

“Please,” he started, shaking his arms at you, “it’ll be like, ten minutes maximum. I just need you to come help me with some,” he looked away, “homework.”

Still unconvinced, you looked back over to Lily, who only contributed a small shrug to the conversation. You both knew James well, and you both knew he would not leave unless forced. In this moment, you realised your only real choice was to do what he asked, because Merlin knows you were not in the mood to physically remove your best friend’s boyfriend from the room.

You reluctantly peeled yourself off the armchair, trailing behind as he led the way.

 In the back of your mind, you knew that he did not need help with his homework. Even though he and Sirius spent most of their free time pranking other pupils, they rarely struggled with the workload given to them by teachers. It was a miracle really, that either of them should even be passing classes, let alone excelling in them.

As the pair of you passed through the dimly lit hallways, evening moonlight poured through the windows, offering slightly more illumination than the sconces could on their own. There was a soft pattering of people hurrying by, headed to the Great Hall for dinner.

You wove between the bustling crowd, being taken deeper into the East Wing. You neared the less frequently used classrooms and began to wonder what James truly needed from you. It clearly was not help with academics, since you could have assisted him with that back in the common room.

He came to a halt outside a room you had never noticed before, its door tucked tightly between the cobbled pillars that sat on each side. His palm reached out, face up and his fingers wiggled unbecomingly.

“Before we go inside, I need you to give me your wand,” he urged, hand writhing even more as he posed his request.

You began to pull your wand out of your pocket, but a wave of sanity washed heavily over you, clutching it firmly in your fist.

“Why do you need it?” you pried, suspicions rising rapidly.

“Doesn’t matter,” he tried, hand making a grabby gesture, “I just need it.”

“Well, that’s not a good enough reason, is it?”

“Just,“ he lunged at you, successfully swiping the wand from your grip, “give it here!”

Left bewildered and frustrated by the childish grin that adorned his face, you huffed. You did not remain like this for long however, as James grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room with him, hinges screeching as the door opened and shut behind you.

The new surroundings were underwhelming. Desks lined the sides of the room, pushed up against the walls, dust sheets draped over them. There were few windows, leaving the area significantly darker than the corridor you had just found yourself in. Apart from this, the room was virtually empty – except for Remus and Sirius, who stood front and centre, Remus with a dejected look on his face, and Sirius with an irritatingly smug one.

Obviously proud with himself, he stepped forward, standing assertively between you and Remus, clearing his throat obnoxiously.

“You’re probably wondering why I gathered you all here today,” he announced to the chamber, “and I can tell you, it’s because I am absolutely exhausted with Moons here being a pain in my arse.”

Even in the poor lighting, you saw a frown flicker across his features at that, but he did not try to protest it.

“Just ‘cause you two are having a lover’s tiff-“ he pointed accusatorily at the both of you, “-does not mean that poor old James and I need to suffer as well.”

He started to move towards the exit, pulling his wand out of his pocket.

“I’m going to lock this door, and we’re going to leave the two of you to make up,” he explained slowly, “we’ll come back in an hour – if you guys haven’t sorted it out by then, we’ll leave you here until the morning, which means no dinner for either of you.”

It was normally hilarious when he got like this, all attitude and condescension, but the idea of being locked away with Remus overshadowed the funniness of the moment, and you contemplated begging to be let out.

Your mind raced with confliction. As much as you wanted a chance to speak with Remus, you had wanted it to be of his own volition. Locking him away and forcing him to speak with you felt a little unfair. Then again, you were not the one who planned this elaborate scheme.

Neither of you had the chance to say anything, as Sirius and James swiftly left the room, the door clicking shut behind the pair of them.

Not seeing the use in delaying it any longer, you turned to face Remus properly for the first time in over a week and a half. He offered a small smile, clearly finding this just as awkward as you did.  

“Um,” he mumbled, looking away from you.

You felt daft, as if you lacked a backbone, because that was all it took for you to begin to empathise with him again. Even though the derelict class had little to no light in it, he still could not bring himself to risk showing you his new scar, worried you would hate it - hate him.

Though you loved him dearly and would not change a thing about him for the world, you only wished he could be more confident in himself. He was nothing but gorgeous and you intended on telling him that right now.

“I saw your new scar,” you jumped straight in, noticing how his body stiffened, “I think it suits you – gives you a rugged look, it’s nice, kind of handsome, too.”

Only semi convinced, he turned to meet your gaze, responding with a shy, “You think so?”

“I know so,” you beamed, overjoyed to be talking to him again.

“That’s really kind of you to say, considering I was so rude to you,” he admitted.

You chose to let him continue, anxious to see what else he had to say.

“I just- I just wasn’t ready for you to see me, especially not like that, all bandaged up and helpless,” he swallowed thickly, “but I know that doesn’t mean I can just run around being a dickhead the people I love, I’m really truly sorry.”

You stepped closer, reaching your hands out for his.

“I should’ve respected your privacy, Rem, I’m sorry too.”

His arms tugged you in closer, enveloping you in a tight embrace with his palms running lengths along your back.

"It’s okay, next time I’ll tell Sirius and James to be honest about it with you, instead of letting them make up silly excuses,” he chuckled slightly.

“Actually, that did upset me a bit.”

“What did? The excuses?”  

“No,” you paused for thought, “when you told Sirius about our little spat, I don’t know, I just felt a bit betrayed, usually I’m the one you tell everything to and I wasn’t used to Sirius knowing all this stuff about us,” you answered honestly, voice soft and gentle as not to break the tranquil moment.

“Oh, you’re so sweet, aren’t you?” he replied, no malice in his tone, just humour as his palms moved to hold your face, “you’re my number one – always have been, always will be.”

His eyes searched yours, and in that instant, you knew everything would be okay.

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