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missing you - remus lupin

summary: as your relationship develops, remus decides that he can't stand the long distance, and spends every waking second thinking of you didn’t feel like making ppl up so let’s all pretend the marauders era slytherins go to beauxbatons wc: 1.7k+

Remus Lupin had been committed to you since the moment he had met you. He was thirteen at the time, and upon placing his eyes on you, he knew it was true love. Of course, you didn’t know it yet. That never let Remus stop himself from loving you. You became best friends; illustrations on the page of a storybook, two sides of the same coin, cut from the same cloth. Any expression fit you just right, because it was the truth — you were perfect for each other.

Feelings were finally confessed when you were fifteen, and you’d been together ever since. At least, in the sense of your relationship. Because physically? Well, you couldn’t be further apart. You and Remus only got to enjoy holidays together, otherwise separated by your academic lives: whilst he went at Hogwarts, you were at Beauxbatons.

The separation wasn’t too difficult at first, for either of you. But at the years went by, and Remus fell harder in love with you, he couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you. He didn’t want to go back to school after the summers, despite the complicated situation at home. All he wanted was to stay with you, and it was clear you wanted the same.

Remus sat on the floor of your bedroom cross legged and teary eyed as your hands cupped his face, speaking loving words to him. You knelt in front of him, thumbs caressing the soft skin of his cheeks. “I love you, you know that?” Remus nodded, fingers absentmindedly playing with a loose string in his jeans as you spoke to him. “My perfect boy. You’ll be okay. Your friends will take care of you, won’t they? Do-do they treat you well?”

A small smile tugged at the ends of Remus’s lips and you smiled as his fingers curled around each of your wrists, pulling yours hands down, just enough so he could tilt his head to each side and press kisses on your open palms. His eyes betrayed him, a tear rolling down his cheek and collecting on the skin of your hand as Remus smiled.

He let go of your hands, arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you onto his lap. “Oh pretty girl, you worried about me?” You played with Remus’s hair, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re the love of my life. Of course I’m worried about you. I’ll always worry about you, whether I need to or not.” Remus sniffled, digging his head into the crook of your neck.

He really didn’t want to go back to Hogwarts. He didn’t want you to go either.

Alas, by the end of the night, your suitcase was all packed in the corner of your room, and Remus had to unfasten his arms from around your waist. Your parents had let him stay over until it was time to go, and they watched with sorry eyes as he hugged you tightly, tears wetting his face.

Remus wasn’t the same when he returned to Hogwarts.

He remembers being a child and making fun of couples who went everywhere together, were so dependent on each other. But Remus knew that if he were with you now, he’d never leave your side. James, Sirius and Lily noticed his silence on the train ride to the castle. They tried cheering him up with chocolate frogs he refused to eat and jokes that would usually have him cackling in his seat.

Nothing.

They figured it was just the difficulty of your goodbye affecting him, the same way it always did. But when a week passed, and the only thing Remus looked forward to was your letters, his friends knew they couldn’t say anything to make him feel better. It wasn’t as though Remus was constantly sad, because he truly occasionally enjoyed himself, it just seemed as though his personality was dimmed, his energy low. He played with his food at dinner times, smiles barely reaching his eyes, and shrugged as he agreed to join in on pranks with the boys. He had no motivation to study, only read and re-read your letters whilst waiting for the next to come.

It was only when Professor McGonagall asked Remus to stay back at the end of class that he realised why he had been acting this way — why he was so miserable. “I just, I miss her, Professor.” And Professor McGonagall didn’t even ask who he was talking about as she patted him on the back.

So Lily Evans decided to take action. She couldn’t stand watching Remus like this: so unlike himself just because he missed you.

“Evans,” Lily turned around slowly at the sound of Sirius’s voice, eyes wide as she tucked a letter behind her back. “What are you doing?” She had been snooping around Remus’s things, looking for a single letter so she could figure out your full name and address. “Don’t worry about it, Black, you’ll know soon enough.”

And surely, just a week before the Christmas holidays rolled around, the redhead gathered her boyfriend and his best friend in her dorm, telling them her plan, a blue envelope with a Beauxbatons seal in her hand. Sirius had been thrilled, and James stared fondly at his girlfriend, brushing her hair back lovingly.

“Remus?” The common room was empty that night, the four Gryffindors gathered around the fire when Lily finally decided to reveal the news. Remus glanced up at his friend, saying nothing. “Uh, is it okay if I give you your Christmas present now?” Remus spluttered; he hadn’t gotten her anything.

“Well, it’s not really a gift! I- I didn’t get you anything, but I just… I’m sorry, I don’t know why I worded it that way.” Sirius smiled, elbowing his friend in the side and mumbling “Go on, Evans.”

“Um, we’re going on a trip! The four of us! This holiday.” Remus’s eyes flickered with interest. “A trip?”

“Yeah, to Paris. Well, not exactly Paris, in the south of France, a village near-” Remus finished the sentence for her with a breathy call of your name. Lily nodded excitedly, unable to contain the grin on her face. “Y/n?” Remus repeated, “We’re going to see-?” “Yeah mate, keep it in your trousers.” Joked James with a playful roll of his eyes.

Remus pounced on Lily, knocking the breath out of her chest as he pulled her into a rib-crushing hug. Lily wrapped her arms around her friend, eyes tearing up as she watched the light in Remus’s face return instantly, smile reaching his eyes for the first time in what had felt like months.

“Wha-how?” Lily scratched the back of her neck, mumbling quietly “I-uh, hope you don’t mind that I went through your stuff to find out her address.” Remus laughed, before his eyes went wide. The Christmas holidays started tomorrow. “Why are you only telling me now!? We-I have to go pack up!”

So the marauders followed their friend up to the dorm as Lily went over the plan again. One villa, booked for ten days, but they figured Remus would stay with you for longer. Your friends would join too, like a family gathering. Sirius chewed on his bottom lip as Remus chose his best jumpers to pack, reminding him of any essentials he would need. Luckily, both he and James had already packed their things, so they could help Remus all they wanted.

They stayed up at night, listening to Remus talk about you. He hadn’t done that in a while. Usually, he would mope silently, thinking through all the moments you’d shared like a memory book.

“What if her friends don’t like me?”

But as you were waiting for them the next day by the portkey’s location, you told your friends. “Look, I don’t care if you guys don’t like him, or his friends, just keep quiet about it because-” But your words were interrupted as a figure literally fell out of the sky, slamming on the ground with a loud groan of pain.

“Watch out Prongs!” Someone yelled, before slamming down straight onto the figure. You and your friends flinched back as mumbles of pain filled the air.

“Oh that better not be him.” Barty mumbled, and Pandora giggled next to him. “I thought you said he was a man, sweetheart.” Added Evan, hands sassily coming up to rest on his hips.

“That was embarrassing to watch.” Your head snapped up at the familiar voice, grinning widely as Remus appeared, a redhead by his side, grimacing as she said “Painfully.”

Your chest filled with an odd sense of pride as you quickly approached the group of friends, quietly gasping out Remus’s name. Your boyfriend’s head snapped up, tearing his gaze away from his friends as his eyes landed on you, a grin forming on his face. He travelled quickly, taking long strides towards you before a strong arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he slammed his lips onto yours, free hand cupping your cheek.

You sighed in satisfaction as you wrapped your arms over Remus’s shoulders, keeping him close to you as you returned the kiss. Remus eased your feet back onto the ground, tilting his head slightly as he probed his tongue into your mouth, expelling a quiet moan from your lips.

“Yeah, that’s a real man.” Affirmed Pandora as they stared at you and Remus’s passionate reunion. Just as Remus broke away from you, you gripped the lapel of his coat, pulling him back onto your lips.

“We might as well all leave, I think they’ll be here a while.” Barty announced, words mostly aimed towards the hogwarts students. They all laughed, approaching each other to finally meet, eyes flickering back and forth between each other and you and Remus.

“I missed you.” You finally said when your lips separated from Remus’s. “Fuck, I love you so much. We’re moving in together once we graduate, okay?” “Fine by me.”

And with that, you dragged Remus over to where your friends were clustered together. Remus extended a hand to Evan first, who instantly said “I don’t think I can make eye contact with you after you had your tongue so deep down-” A loud noise of pain interrupted his words, and he laughed awkwardly, rubbing the spot below his ribs with one hand, the other reaching out to shake Remus’s.

Evan waited until Remus turned to Pandora to punch Barty in the shoulder.

After all introductions were over, you began the walk to the villa you had rented, and snuggled into Remus’s side, his arm keeping you snug against him. Unanimously, the two of ou turned to each other, muttering:

“You’ll get used to them eventually.”

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RED HANDED

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

divider by: @cafekitsune word count: 1.2k synopsis: Damian sneaks you into the manor, only to get caught red handed.

Wayne Manor was supposed to be empty.

That’s what Damian had told you when he pulled you through the back gate, hand clasped tightly in yours, voice low and insistent as he muttered about stealth and nosy family members and “don’t touch that, it’s a pressure sensor.” He’d checked the security logs himself—Bruce was at a board meeting, Alfred out running errands, and the others all scattered across the city on patrol or “adult things,” as Damian called them with no small amount of disdain.

So he brought you home. Quietly. Secretly.

To his room.

The moment the door shut behind you, his shoulders dropped that ever-present tension. His fingers found your wrist, then your waist, tugging you gently toward the bed. No words, just that look he gave you—sharp eyes softening, mouth twitching at the corners in something dangerously close to a smile.

You were the only one who ever got that version of him.

Now the two of you were curled up beneath the covers, the storm outside tapping against the windows while his arm wrapped snug around your waist. Damian’s head rested near yours, nose brushing your temple every so often, breath slow and steady.

“I could get used to this,” you murmured, tracing lazy circles along his chest.

“You will,” he replied, voice quiet and certain. “Once I find a way to keep you here without the others ruining everything.”

You giggled, tipping your head up to meet the small, rare curve of his mouth—the almost-smile he only gave you.

And then the bedroom door slammed open.

“Dami, I need to borrow—OH MY GOD!”

Both of you shot upright like you’d been struck by lightning.

Dick Grayson stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide as dinner plates, mouth agape in sheer, appalled disbelief. His finger jerked upward, trembling like it couldn’t decide whether to point at Damian, you, or the fact that you were clearly in his bed.

“What the hell, Grayson?!” Damian snapped, scrambling to hide your presence by throwing the blanket over you as you shrieked in surprise and ducked under it. But the damage had already been done.

“You have a GIRL in your BED?!” Dick shouted, scandalized.

Damian looked moments away from lunging across the room. “I swear to Ra, if you say one more word I will end your bloodline—”

But it was too late. The yelling had summoned the wolves.

Heavy footsteps pounded up the stairs.

“What the hell’s going on?” Jason’s voice barked from the hall, followed by a clatter of someone sprinting.

“Did someone die?” That was Tim, out of breath and still chewing toast as he skidded into view.

And then, like the final nail in the coffin, Bruce appeared.

He was dressed for work—pressed suit, tie knotted perfectly, not a single strand of hair out of place—but the look on his face was nothing short of bewildered. He stood in the hallway, staring into the room like he wasn’t quite sure what he’d walked in on, and very much wished he hadn’t.

There was a silence. A very loud, very awkward silence as everyone took in the scene.

“Damian has a girlfriend?” Tim whispered like he’d uncovered an ancient secret.

Jason blinked at you, then back at Damian. “Wait. She’s real?”

Another blink. Then a wild grin. “She’s real!” He turned and punched Dick in the arm. “You owe me twenty bucks.”

“I do not—!”

“You bet she was imaginary!”

“Because she was supposed to be imaginary! He’s fifteen!”

“Seventeen,” Damian growled, practically vibrating with fury under the blanket. “And if any of you take another step into this room, I swear on every god you hold dear, I will bring out my katana.”

But of course, the damage was done.

Slowly, cautiously, you peeked out from beneath the blanket. Your cheeks were burning, your hair a mess, and your heart pounding loud enough to echo in your ears.

Four sets of eyes landed on you.

Jason gave a slow, impressed nod. “Hey there. I’m the hot brother.”

“I swear to—”

Damian made a strangled sound of protest, but before he could lunge across the room, Tim raised a hand with a sheepish half-wave.

“I’m the smart one,” he offered helpfully. “Sorry about… all this.”

“And I,” Dick declared proudly, hands on his hips, “am the fun one. Also the reason you’re all about to get grounded. You’re welcome.”

“OUT!” Damian barked.

That’s when Bruce finally spoke up. “Enough,” he said, calm and quiet— almost immediately it made all three older brothers freeze.

Jason blinked. “We were just—”

“Out,” Bruce repeated, this time with the faintest arch of his brow.

One by one, the boys started backing up like scolded dogs.

Jason grumbled something under his breath and turned.

Tim gave you a quick, apologetic smile and shuffled after him.

Dick lingered the longest, flashing you a grin and a salute. “Still think it’s adorable.”

“Out,” Bruce said again, firmer this time.

With that all three filed out with varying degrees of grumbling and smirking.

Bruce remained in the room for a moment longer. His eyes shifted from you—still half-curled beneath the blanket—to his son, who sat stiff-backed beside you, his jaw tight with embarrassment and defiance.

“I expect a proper introduction at dinner,” Bruce said coolly, turning on his heel. “Six sharp.”

Damian exhaled like it physically pained him. “Yes, Father.”

Bruce nodded once, then turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

Damian exhaled sharply through his nose, the breath full of fire and exasperation. He muttered a string of curses in Arabic—low, venom-laced, and fast enough to blur into one hissed syllable—as he collapsed back into the pillows with a dramatic thud. One arm flung over his eyes like he was shielding himself from the humiliation still clinging to the air.

You lay beside him, the warmth of his body still lingering beneath the tangled sheets, a laugh bubbling in your throat despite your best efforts to suppress it.

“Well,” you murmured, voice edged with amusement, “at least they didn’t bring a camera.”

He made a sound—something between a groan and a growl. “You underestimate them. There will be photos. There will be memes. Grayson will narrate the whole scene on the family group chat by noon. I am already doomed.”

You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, the curve of your mouth brushing the flushed skin just beneath his eye. “Guess I better dress nice for dinner, then.”

Another groan, this one muffled by the pillow he dragged down over his face.

But then, without warning, his arm slid around your waist and pulled you in—close, possessive. Like he wasn’t ready to let you go, even if the rest of the world now knew you existed.

“Remind me to kill them later,” he muttered, voice gruff but reluctant.

You laughed and burrowed into the crook of his arm, cheek pressed to his collarbone. “I don’t know… I kind of liked seeing flustered Damian. Might be my favorite version yet.”

He peeked down at you then, dragging the pillow just far enough to reveal a glare that lacked its usual bite. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You tilted your head and gave him a grin, utterly unrepentant, before brushing another kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah,” you said, voice soft and smug. “I know.”

#ch: damian wayne #effiereblogs #this is so cute

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