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But She's My Teacher // part five

I took a little break from posting because me, being me, I got this waaaay into the future scene in my head and I had to write it but I can't post it yet.

This part is actually not very long, but it's only one of the two planned Christmas parts so be ready.

Part five of the one where Remus has a crush on a beautiful woman who happens to be his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Oh, and by the way, he knew her when she was still wearing her student’s robes. And now he’s trying not to get too hot by just listening to her voice while she’s teaching.

And everything is slowly getting serious, so be aware.

✶Part one ✶Part two ✶Part three ✶Part four

✶Masterlist

Warnings: none, it's a fluff

Words Count: 2,3k

Pairing: Remus x fem!reader

Remus woke up the morning before Christmas Eve with his every bone aching and muscles itching. He groaned loudly, shifting from his stomach to his back, squinting when the first rays of sun reached his eyes. It was still pretty early, and from the sound of it his roommates were still sleeping. Someone, probably Peter, was snoring quietly, and Sirius mumbled something in his sleep. Remus felt like his head was going to explode any minute now. Even the quietest sounds made him want to murder someone.

This month’s full moon wasn’t as awful as the last one, but it still left him sore and tired. Luckily, he didn’t stay in the Hospital Wing for the night, there wasn’t such a necessity. Madam Pomfrey just checked all his wounds and scratches, treated some of them and sent him to the dorm with a handful of bandages and ointments. He liked that and didn’t even dare to complain when she suggested he should come the next day for a checkup. He could come every day if it only meant he could sleep in his own bed at night.

He sighed, throwing the sheets aside and got out of bed. It was actually good he woke up before everyone else. He wanted to catch you before the train to London takes off.

“Let’s make an impression I have some will to live today,” he murmured to himself, going into the bathroom. He took a quick shower, changed the bandages and brushed his teeth, trying not to groan too much. His reflection in the mirror showed him a pale seventeen year old guy, with some old scars and new scratches on his face. His light brown hair was a bit too long and messy, hazel eyes had very visible dark circles under them what made his usually bright gaze appear dimmer.

He didn’t even try to make himself more presentable. There was no need for it. He just wanted to catch you before your Christmas break to wish you Merry Christmas and thank you for being there for him.

He blushed at the very thought of telling you these words, but he promised himself he won’t chicken out. You were always so considerate of others, there was no chance you would laugh at him.

“Come on, you twat,” he said to himself. “You can do this. You’re a big scary wolf, aren’t you?”

Oh, if only the boys weren’t asleep, they wouldn’t stop teasing him for his choice of words. Even he wanted to slap himself for that.

“Idiot.”

Oh, he felt like an idiot. He put on his best brown sweater, a pair of dark blue jeans without any holes in them, and a huge black coat to keep him warm, and he still felt like an idiot. It was only 7am, he should have been in his bed, resting after the full moon, but there he was, rushing down the stairs to not be late. The train was leaving around 7:30am, so he still had solid 30 minutes, but he needed some time to spare in case he wouldn’t be able to get any sensible words out of his stupid mouth.

Damn, he adored you so much it almost caused him physical pain. He was only seventeen and had his whole life in front of him but somehow couldn’t picture himself with anyone other than you. Well, he actually was trying his hardest not to picture himself with any woman because of his furry problem, but your image was imprinted on his mind. The way you talked, the way you smiled, the way you looked back when someone shouted your name… If he had the abilities, he could paint the most accurate portrait of you.

He was crazy. He knew that. He was insane. And he felt even more insane standing on the train station, in freezing weather, trying to find you in the crowd but you weren’t there. He waited, and waited, and waited until everyone got in and the train took off, but there was no sign of you.

Did he not notice you somehow?

You were always leaving Hogwarts for Christmas. Remus knew that perfectly well. He saw you on the train every single year, even the last one, when most of the seventh-year students have decided to spend their last Christmas at school together. You however always came back home. He expected you to do so even though you were a teacher but when he walked back to school and saw you in the Great Hall, chatting with Professor Dumbledore, he couldn’t quite believe his eyes. You didn’t leave. It wasn’t like you to stay.

He frowned, more worried than excited and after a moment of hesitation, walked towards you. Well, he was actually walking towards the huge table that was standing in the middle of the Great Hall because the headmaster decided that since there weren’t many students left during the Christmas time at school, they all should eat together. His friends weren’t there yet, thank Merlin they were probably still asleep while he was trying to warm up after spending the last 45 minutes outside, and he wanted to take advantage of this moment of peace to talk to you.

It was two days after the full moon and the previous night you sent him a note saying that you hope he’s feeling good. Because he didn’t stay in the Hospital Wing you couldn’t visit him like you did the last time, but he still wanted to thank you for your concern. And of course, he acted like it didn’t warm his heart that you cared so much for him. It didn’t mean anything, right? You were just nice. The nicest woman, maybe besides Lily, he has ever met.

“Remus, hi,” you said, stepping beside his hospital bed, with such a gentle and kind smile he felt like something heavy was lifted off of his chest.

He smiled back at you, suddenly very aware of the fact he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his scarred shoulders were showing from under the blanket. Madam Pomfrey changed his bandages just a few minutes ago and he didn’t manage to get dressed again yet. He didn’t want you to see him like that, but you seemed to not care about the scars. You were looking at him with a glimpse of worry in your eyes, but your sight wasn’t fixed on anything particular.

“Can I?” you asked, pointing at the chair and he nodded quickly.

“Of course. Thank you for coming.” It sounded stupid in his ears, but he said it already. There was no turning back. You sat down and took a bigger breath.

He shifted slightly in his bed, making the blanket slide down a bit and showing his bandaged chest. You took a quick glance and frowned.

“Are you okay, Remus? How do you feel?” you asked, not even hiding your concern. “I mean… I know these are probably the stupidest questions ever, but I’ve been worrying about you.”

Oh, if only you knew what you did, telling him that. The butterflies in his stomach took flight so suddenly he could feel them all at once. He tried his hardest not to smile like an idiot. You were worried about him. You.

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it a lot,” he said, trying to sound like a normal guy. “I’m good.”

You raised your eyebrows, reading his expression and he felt like you could read him like an open book. Or maybe it was because he actually wanted to talk to you more, even if it meant he was about to uncover himself. He sighed and letting the sudden urge to tell you the truth, he started talking:

“It hurts but not as much as it could. It was a harsh full moon. Not every single one is like that.”

“Lily told me that you don’t always stay in the Hospital Wing.”

“I don’t but this time Madam Pomfrey insisted. I should be back in my dorm tomorrow.”

You smiled but he could tell something else was bothering you. He saw that in the way your eyes were scanning his body. Like you were trying not to look in his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You opened your mouth like you wanted to say something but stopped yourself. Something did bother you and he needed to know what. Did something else happen? Did someone do something during the training? He wasn’t there to talk to you like the last time. Maybe you were upset about the students again.

“I’m sorry, Remus. I shouldn’t be here, and I shouldn’t bother Lily, but I had to know if you’re okay.”

This time he frowned.

“I shouldn’t know, should I?” you said quietly, your breath a bit shaky.

Oh, that was the reason you looked like you were ashamed of being there.

Remus tsked and shifted again, wanting to look straight at you. It wasn’t an easy task, his wounds were still open, but he managed to do that and smiled at you, hiding his pain behind it.

“Thank you for being here, Y/N. It’s really nice of you that you wanted to check up on me.”

He almost felt like you cared for him for the reason he’d like you to, not just because you were… well… you.

“When Dumbledore told me, I promised myself I’ll act like I don’t know. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but you’re here and I just couldn’t help myself. I hope you’ll forgive me for that.”

Forgive?

“Not many people know,” he said. “But those, who do… I trust them with my life. Well, most of them. But I trust you.”

Maybe he was an idiot for saying that, but the smile of her face afterwards was worth it. Damn, you were so beautiful.

He was watching you carefully, while walking the distance between the door and the table. You were wearing a tight black turtleneck sweater and classy dark grey pants. You looked elegant and a bit intimidating, but he liked that. You were powerful and he thought that the way you were practically glowing with this energy was very hot.

You noticed him, moving your shiny brown hair from one shoulder to another, and his heart skipped a beat.

“Remus, hi.”

He was an intelligent, well-educated man with manners and good sense of what was appropriate and what’s not but next to you he forgot how to speak full sentences. His English was reversing.

He smiled, walking to you.

“Y/N,” he nodded. “Professor Dumbledore.”

The old man smiled at him.

“Good morning, Mr. Lupin. Off for a little walk, hm?” he asked, looking at Remus’ wet coat.

Those blue eyes hidden behind the glasses gazed at him like they could read into his soul.

“Fresh air is good for tired souls, professor,” said Remus, smiling slightly at the headmaster.

“How do you feel, Remus?”

“Excuse me, I’m going to check on these chocolate treats on the Christmas trees.”

That was the dumbest excuse that Remus could hear but he didn’t complain. The old man left, letting him talk to you in private. Or at least face to face.

“I’m good,” he said, trying to steady his heartbeat. “I got your note, that was really nice of you.”

“Well,” she kept smiling, “I thought that now, when you know I know, I can at least check up on you.”

But why? Why did you want to check up on him? Why did you care so much?

His naive heart wanted him to believe it wasn’t just a nice thing you decided to do.

“Was this one not so draining?” you asked, completely unaware of the storm of thoughts in this mind.

“Not as much as the last one.”

The way you looked at him, with these shiny brown eyes, made him want to grab your waist and kiss you right there, in the middle of the Great Hall. The flashbacks from his wet dream with you hit him sometimes and this was one of those moments when he considered acting on it.

But he couldn’t. You were his teacher and probably weren’t interested in him, the way he was interested in you. And he couldn’t make any girl interested in him that way.

Fucking furry problem.

Not that he would do anything about his huge crush on you even if he was normal. He didn’t believe that a girl like you would want to be with a guy like him. It was that simple.

“Oh…”

He got lost in his thoughts a bit so the sight of you blushing slightly caught him off guard. You looked at him with a smile that became shy all of a sudden and he noticed a little dimple in your left cheek. A slightly pink cheek.

You took a small step towards him, and he almost took one step back. His heart was now beating so hard he felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. You were so close to him. He didn’t know what exactly you were doing but he was kind of curious to see.

“Mistletoe,” you said with a chuckle and pointed your finger up. He looked there and he saw that, too. A small mistletoe was casted above his head. It wasn’t there before, he could have sworn.

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

Mistletoe above his head, you so close to him and not many people around. But… but you were a teacher.

“Merry Christmas, Remus,” you said and holding yourself against his shoulders, you stood on your tiptoes and places a light kiss on his scarred cheek.

His face turned pink.

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mood: watching Prisoner of Azkaban for the 4th time today because Marauders

MARAUDERS

MARAUDERS

MARAUDERS

that’s it. that’s the only reason

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But She’s My Teacher // part four

Part four of the one where Remus has a crush on a beautiful woman who happens to be his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Oh, and by the way, he knew her when she was still wearing her student’s robes. And now he’s trying not to get too hot by just listening to her voice while she’s teaching.

And everything is slowly getting serious, so be aware.

✶Part one ✶Part two ✶Part three ✶Part five

✶Masterlist

Warnings: sexual fantasies and wet dreams, masturbation

Words Count: 3,1k

Pairing: Remus x fem!reader

He sees you, standing there, your lower back leaning against the railing, hands on the cool steel on both sides of your body and he can’t stop thinking that you look like an angel sent from above. You let your long brown hair down and it’s fluttering in the chilling November wind now, framing your silhouette like delicate wings. Oh, how much he’d like to run his hand through these silky waves. He bets they smell like pomegranates. Like you.

You see him standing there and looking at you like you’re supposed to save him from all evil, and you smile gently at the sight. Your eyes brighter than when he saw you earlier today, almost golden.

“I just–“ he stops because you licked your lips. Your gaze still crossed with his, it seems like you did it on purpose to tease him.

“I knew you’d come,” you say. There is something different about your voice, though. It is you but… kind of not. He feels like someone has poured liquid honey down your throat and now all you say has this sweet tone to it.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says, breathing slowly. He takes one step towards you, and you watch him with caution painted all over your face.

“What about?”

He takes one more step, you are so close but so far. He gets the impression no matter how many steps he takes, there’s still a distance between you two. It’s like he’s walking on a treadmill: faster and faster yet the destination is not closer.

“I’m sorry I cast that spell,” he says, not giving up, still walking. And you are there, still in the same place, leaning on the railing. Watching him. Curious.

“I knew you wouldn’t hurt me, Remus. It was just practice. I’m not mad.”

He takes step by step, eyes not leaving your body for even a moment. You are wearing your blue jeans and black sweater; the same clothes you wore the last time he saw you. They hide your silhouette, but he knows that under all these layers your body is just perfect.

The scar you showed him… It is perfect, too. He would like to show you how perfect. If he only could, we would take this sweater off of you and run his fingers gently across the pink flesh. He would lean on it and place soft kisses all over it. And all over your body. He would leave you hot and in need of more of his touch.

“What are you thinking about?” you ask, watching his expression change. He couldn’t hide his emotions. The lust must have been written all over his face.

“Nothing,” he answers quickly but his voice is deeper than usually, hoarser, too. You catch him glancing over your body like a bad habit he’s fighting with. Like you’re a nicotine and he needs to smoke.

“You sure?” you move away from your place and take a few steps towards him. He watches you, now frozen in his place. He observes as your body move so slowly and with grace, swaying slightly and hypnotizing him.

He slides his eyes up and down, taking the whole sight in, as if afraid you may disappear.

“Remus?”

Your voice makes him shiver. He wants you so badly. He has been wanting you for so long and now you’re so close, closer with each second, and he may be just a pathetic sucker, but something deep inside him tells him you want him, too.

He lifts his body weight from one leg to another.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

You’re shorter than him so when you stop just a few steps away from him, you have to look up to be able to see his face. You look absolutely stunning, with slight blush all over your cheeks, big and shiny eyes, lips so full and ready to be kissed.

Now, standing so close, he notices one more thing and it makes his dick harden in his pants.

Your nipples are visible through the fabric of your sweater. You don’t wear any bra. You stand there, right in from of him, within his reach and you wear no fucking bra.

His gaze stops there for too long. You notice.

And you smile.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “I’ve been wanting you for so long.”

He reaches for you, one hand on your waist and the other one in your hair, pulling you so close to his body he can feel the softness of your breasts on his chest. He moans loudly, not able to stop himself as he smashes his lips with yours, tasting you like he’s been hungry his whole life. You melt under his touch; he can tell you’re weak in your knees and he holds you so tightly you can’t slip away.

When his grip on your waist tightens, you return the moan directly into his mouth. He’s not as gently with you as he’d like to be but fuck, he needed that. He needed you.

He starts coming down with his kisses. Your jaw, your neck, your throat, your collarbones… He leaves wet traces of his tongue down your body.

“Remus,” you moan again and hearing his name on your lips in such an intimate manner almost makes him explode. You can feel his erection on your lower stomach. He’s hard and ready for you. So desperate to have you right here, right now. So, you take your hand from his shoulder and move it down, slowly grazing his chest, his stomach, playing a bit with the hem of his T-shirt, touching his bare skin under it.

He sucks in the delicate skin behind your ear, and you sigh with pleasure. He’s the one that’s causing this reaction. He’s the one that has you in his arms, that kisses you, that makes you feel horny.

And you’re the one that moves your hand down his pants and palm the hard bulge on his crotch.

“Fuck,” he moans, closes his eyes shut, and…

“Moony, for Merlin’s sake, get the fuck up!”

Remus frowned, trying desperately to catch the last glimpse of your face as the image was fading away.

“Lupin, it’s almost noon!”

He opened his eyes. He was laying in his bed, half naked, with the covers balled up on the floor. He was gripping his pillow so hard his knuckles became white.

“For Merlin’s sake, Moony.”

“I am not fucking deaf,” he growled back at Sirius, who was standing in the foot of the bed. “What the fuck do you want?”

He wanted to close his eyes again and drift away into the same dream his so-called friend disrupted.

“I told you to not wake him up,” said James from the opened bathroom. His voice was a bit muffled; he was probably brushing his teeth.

“He moaned in his dream.”

Remus frowned again. Did he really moan?

“What were you dreaming about, Moony?”

He considered taking the pillow and throwing it in Black’s face, but he chose to just put it over his head to silence his friends’ irritating voices.

“Oi, leave him alone, you two.” It was Peter. He must have just entered the room because Remus heard the door open and shut.

“We just want to know what Remus’ wet dream was about,” said James coming out of the bathroom.

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“I thought you are on my side, Pete,” said Remus from under his pillow.

“I am. But I know it was her.”

“We all know it was her,” said Sirius. “We just want to know the plot.”

“You won’t get to know your own plot if you don’t stop not.”

Oh, Remus didn’t want to talk about it. He didn’t even want to think about it. The longer he was laying in his bed, the more uncomfortable he got. Was there… something wet on the mattress?

His heart skipped a bit.

Fuck.

“Give me my blanket,” he commanded, leaning on his elbows. The pillow fell from his head to the side.

“Oh, Remus, morning erection is pretty much normal, especially after a wet dream starring your hot teacher,” said Potter, grinning, but he gave him the blanket.

“Yeah, you don’t have to be ashamed of that,” added Sirius and this time the pillow flew in his direction. With a loud laugh he caught it in one hand and threw it away on his own bed. “Alright, alright,” he said, raising his hands as if he wanted to say he gives up.

“Come on, boys.” Peter tried to hide his smile. “Let’s leave him alone.”

“Join us in the Great Hall when you’re done with your problem.”

And just like that, they were gone. Their laughs went silent when the door closed behind them and Remus was left alone in the dorm.

He waited just a few seconds more and then jumped out of his bed, mortified by the sight of wet stains on both his mattress and his pants.

Morning erection was one thing but this? This was unacceptable. He fucking cum during his sleep. During his dream with you. YOU.

He took his wand from his nightstand and waved it, cleaning this whole mess. But he needed a shower. A cold shower to wash the burning sensation off of his body.

Your hands on him. His lips on yours. The softness of your skin. The sight of your nipples from under your sweater.

He rushed to the bathroom and closed the door shut behind him. No need for witnesses as he jumped into the shower cabin and turned the tap on.

He clenched his jaw, letting the cold water run down his hot body. He was getting hard again. All these images now running back to him made him whine in desperation. Why was his imagination torturing him? Why couldn’t he dream of just looking at you, like he always did? Why did he make out with you is such filthy way?

His cock was now ready for action again and Remus muttered under his breath in such nasty way, he would be ashamed of himself, if he only had the time to focus on turning his rational thinking on.

You were on his mind. He could practically feel your scent even though he didn’t actually even touch you.

He could feel his teeth screeching against each other. He wanted to scream. The full moon was coming, it was just two days away and his usually imbalanced hormones were out of control.

He didn’t even register the moment his right hand moved down to his cock.

“So,” a half an hour later, when he joined his friends in the Great Hall, Sirius shot him a meaningful look.

“So what?” Remus asked, sitting down and pouring some pumpkin juice for himself. Well, it was just 10 am, not almost noon like Sirius had said before. There was still plenty of time to eat breakfast. 

“Did you manage to solve your little problem?”

“What problem?” asked Marlene who was sitting just opposite to him. She raised her eyebrow at him, studying his face.

Oh, Remus knew who was the first on the list if he decided to murder someone in the next forty-eight hours.

“Nothing,” he said, acting nonchalant but the storm inside him was not calming down. It was a hell of a morning and what was the worst, he just saw you coming into the Great Hall and sitting at the teachers’ table. His face turned pink. You were smiling at Professor Flitwick and saying something he couldn’t hear.

This smile made him go crazy.

“Remus?” Marlene now smirked at him. They all knew about his little crush and were teasing him about it constantly but this morning he couldn’t stand it. I was too much for him.

“Why won’t y’all get some life, huh?” he practically barked at them. “Aren’t y’all boring with that? Just let me be, for Merlin’s fuck.”

He usually didn’t curse so much but his wet dream left him frustrated.

“Rem,” Lily started carefully. “Is everything alright with you?”

No, it wasn’t. He didn’t mean to take his frustration out on his friends like that but there was so much going on in his head he found it very difficult to cope with that. Plus, the full moon was draining him from his common sense.

He sighed, looking at the Redhead and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m sorry, guys. I didn’t mean to- It’s just-“

“It’s the full moon, isn’t it?” asked Dorcas. She had a very worried look on her face. They all did.

He didn’t have to confirm for them to know the answer.

Sirius put his arm around his shoulders and leaned in to rest his head there.

“I’m sorry, too, Moony. I shouldn’t tease you like that.”

Remus smiled, looking at him with the corner of his eye. He knew they didn’t mean to make him mad. The timing was just very bad. And he has been overly sensitive for the past few months, that didn’t help, too.

“It’s all right, guys. Give me three days and I’ll be less of a pain in your asses,” he said, placing a smile on his lips.

Well, three days later he was no longer a pain their asses, although he did experience a lot of pain while moving his body. His limbs were numb, his bones were so fragile he felt like they were going to break any minute, and all his nerves were itching. He was laying in the Hospital Wing under the careful gaze of Madam Pomfrey, trying to focus on a book Lily brought him. His eyelids were heavy, but he tried his best to keep them open. It was only the second day after the full moon. He was still pretty much sore but the sooner he gained his strength again, the sooner he could come back to the dorm.

He was just in the middle of a very complicated sentence that his brain wasn’t able to comprehend when the doors to the Hospital Wing opened. He turned his head, looking at the person that came in and winced, feeling his neck crack.

“You feeling better?” Lily asked, a gentle smile on her face and a cup of something hot in her hand. Remus could smell the chocolate from the distance.

“You’re an angel, do you know that?”

“Oh, I do. James keeps calling me that every day,” she laughed and placed the cup on the nightstand. “But it’s nice to hear that from other people. James can be not very objective when it comes to my wonderful person.”

Remus smiled, putting the bookmark between the pages and closed the book.

“How was your day?” he asked, trying to sit comfortably in the hospital bed. He got so used to being there he even had his own bed. Madam Pomfrey let him take it anytime he had to spend the night after the full moon.

“Pretty busy,” Lily said. “Do you want your chocolate?”

He frowned, looking carefully at her face. Usually, she was much more talkative when he asked her about her day. It was kind of a tradition that she visited him every evening, talking about the classes, assignments and teachers. Sirius, James and Peter would never focus that much on such a mundane for them topic, and Marlene, Dorcas and Mary would probably offer him a private dance/theater show to humor him a bit. Lily was more of a calm soul, a perfect companion for the quiet evening when his head was spinning.

“Did something happened?”

She avoided looking him in the eye.

“Lils, you’re scaring me here a bit,” he said, sitting up straight. It hurt but at that moment he didn’t care. Something wasn’t right.

“Well,” Lily had a very worried expression painted all over her face. “Y/N knows.”

Sudden weave of heat washed all over his body. He thought he might have heard her wrong. He was tired and in pain, maybe it caused some hallucinations. Maybe Lily wasn’t even there.

“What?” he whispered. He felt panic win over his body. You couldn’t. How would you find out? Did someone tell you?

“She’s the teacher now, Rem,” Lily said quietly. “She has to know.”

Of course. Of fucking course. He didn’t think about it. Dumbledore had to tell you. Every teacher knew, it was for his and all the other students’ safety. That’s why he caught you looking at him before, right after the full moon. He thought it was just because he was pale and was walking a bit slower than usual but now, he had a whole other explanation for it.

“She asked about you today.”

He swallowed this huge something that was stuck in his throat.

“She what?”

“She was worried about you, Rem. She figured I know, and she asked me if you were okay. It’s the first time this year you were sent to the Hospital Wing. You missed two of her classes and the training with the third-years.”

You were worried. You were worried about him.

“What did you tell her?”

Lily smiled gently and handed him his cup of chocolate before she answered.

“I told her you’re good, just tired. One or two more days and you’ll be as good as new.”

He nodded. That was good.

“But,” Lily’s smile became a bit uncomfortable, “she may come visit.”

He burned his tongue on the chocolate.

“No,” he protested, grimacing and put the cup on the nightstand again. “She can’t come here. She can’t see me here.”

“Rem, she knows why you’re here. She just wants to check up on you. That’s actually very sweet.”

It was sweet, of course it was. You were the sweetest girl he met. You always cared for other people so it shouldn’t be a surprise for him that you wanted to see for yourself if he’s okay. But he didn’t want to be weak in front of you. He had too much pride for that.

“Promise me you’ll be nice if she comes.”

He scoffed.

“Yeah, as if I could not be nice to her.”

Lily smiled. She knew he would give you the world if you only let him.

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I have a small break from my work this week and I'm writing like crazy. After about seven years of writers block, I think I'm back, baby.

It feels sooooo good <3

Be ready for many new fanfics and parts 'cause I'm on fire.

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Regulus is me.

I am Regulus.

James: What's the first thing you notice when someone tries to approach you?

Regulus: The audacity.

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But She's My Teacher // part three

Part three of the one where Remus has a crush on a beautiful woman who happens to be his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Oh, and by the way, he knew her when she was still wearing her student’s robes. And now he’s trying not to get too hot by just listening to her voice while she’s teaching.

✶Part one ✶Part two ✶Part four ✶Part five

✶Masterlist

Honestly, I am not able to tell you how many parts I’m gonna write but I fell in love with this story a long time ago, I was building it in my head patiently and now I don’t want to rush through it. I may write 10 but I may write 30 chapters, who knows.

Warnings: mentions of war

Words Count: 3,8k

Pairing: Remus x fem!reader

“And do you think this is funny?”

Your voice was loud and strong. Annoyed. Angry, even. It echoed in the Great Hall, bringing almost everyone’s attention. Remus didn’t see you, but he heard you and automatically turned his head in the direction your voice came from. There was some kind of commotion on the other side of the room. A group of students circled around something and laughed loudly. It didn’t look good, he could tell.

He glanced over at Lily.

“Let’s go,” she said, and he nodded.

It was their fourth session of training with the group of second-year students and until now everything has gone perfectly normal. No disturbance, no arguments, no screams. The students were pretty happy with the lessons; Remus even heard them babbling about it in the corridors. Most of them were delighted with your presence.

“What now, huh?”

Your voice was bitter with frustration, and it definitely came from somewhere near the circle. Remus and Lily rushed towards you, wanting to somehow help if you needed it but before they could come closer, the group of around ten boys was pushed away. It looked like a bubble of air formed inside the circle and grew rapidly, pushing out everyone in its way. They stumbled over their own feet, most of them fell to the ground on their bums.

Remus stopped in the mid-step, holding his hand out to stop Lily as well.

And there you were, leaning against the nearby wall, with wand in your stretched out hand and fury in your brown eyes. You looked like you wanted to murder someone but tried your best to get yourself together.

“Get up,” you said quietly. The Great Hall became so quiet you didn’t need to raise your voice at all. They all heard you well. Maybe it was the tone of your voice, maybe the death in your glare but Remus could tell most of them were stunned.

You waved your hand again and it was only then that Moony saw a boy laying on the ground, in a place where originally the middle of a circle would be. The tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he was sobbing. His whole body was tied up and he couldn’t move.

You cast a counterspell and the boy was free.

“Do you think this is funny?” you asked again, as Remus rushed to the boy and fell to his knees, checking for any injuries. The boy curled up in a ball, refusing to move. His sobs were heard by everyone, and it broke your heart.

Second-years who made the circle stood there, not knowing what to do with themselves. You were this cool, fun teacher who never yelled. You were nice, kind and joked with the students whenever you got the chance. They all liked you a lot and no one actually ever seen you angry. No one has feared you before.

It was the first time, and it paralyzed them, maily because your anger wasn’t like a sudden outburst. It wasn’t like the flames that consumes everything around, so usual for other teachers. No. Your anger was icy, freezing. If it could have a physical form, everything in the Great Hall would freeze by now.

“Tying your classmate like that, making him a victim in front of everyone. Watching him cry and beg for you to let him go.”

Remus looked up at you and his own body refused to move. It could be because he watched you so carefully during all these years and he hasn’t actually seen you like this before. He couldn’t help but think that whatever it was that you experienced during your year off Hogwarts, it has changed you. There was darkness in your energy. It pulsed angrily when you carefully watched the students. If he was one of them, he would shit his pants by now, that’s for sure.

“What do you think these classes are for?” you asked and there was only a silence that answered you. Even the quiet sobs of the boy stopped.

You got away from the wall, playing with your wand between your fingers. You moved so slowly forward you looked like a predator hunting the victim and if not the circumstances that made Remus clench his jaw, he would most likely be turned on by the shift in your energy. It was fucking powerful.

“You think this is for the entertainment, huh? To be able to cast some spells you couldn’t on the corridors. You want some time off from the rules and a careful eye of the other teachers.”

You walked slowly towards the first boy that took part in this cruel joke. Then you moved to another one. And another. And another, until took a good look at them all separately.

“I may seem like more of a friend than a teacher to you,” you said. “But I am not your friend. I am here to teach you how to defend yourself in the real world.”

You looked at the boy laying on the floor and at Remus kneeling next to him. Your gaze softened and you kneeled next to them.

“Come on, love, let’s get you up.”

Remus watched you convincing the boy to sit up. You brushed the tears off his cheeks and smiled at him so gently you looked like a completely different person. Like the girl he adored.

“Do you think you’re so big and scary just because you’re older?” you asked with an amusement, looking at the three Slytherins who practically pinned young Lupin to the wall behind him.

“Fuck off, Y/N, it’s none of your business,” said one of them, spitting to the ground. “It’s between us and him.”

“I wonder what it could be that a third-year Gryffindor had to do with y’all lot. Shouldn’t you do something productive and study for the OWLs now, perhaps?”

“It’s September, you stupid Mudblood,” snorted one of them and the rest followed with a laugh. Remus knew you wanted to help him but hearing them call you names, boiled his blood. You were pretty, smart and you smelled so good he felt the urge to protect you instead.

But you didn’t look like their words hurt you. It was quite the opposite, actually. You smiled even wider, the mischievous spark in your eyes growing brighter and you tilted your head a bit, like a wild animal watching its prey.

“You know,” you moved your fingers around your wand like you were testing its weight, “I’d rather think about a new nickname for me if I were you, boys. It would be a shame if you had to tell your Pureblood friends that a stupid Mudblood had you grounded.”

One of the Slytherins laughed loudly.

“You think that being a Prefect is so powerful, huh? You bitch, our Prefect will excuse us from any punishment.”

You licked your lips and took a step forward. Remus wanted to tell you to stop, to not go to them, to just let it go but he was paralyzed, watching you move so gracefully.

“I’m not sure about the Purebloods knowledge of such simple things like our language, for example, but we Mudbloods, learn a lot about it before we get the letter.

They frowned as you moved slowly forward, talking to them in such a calm and hypnotizing manner.

“The word ‘grounded’ is a homonym. Do you know what a homonym is?”

You tsked, shaking your head slightly.

“Putting it the simplest way I can, it has two meanings.”

You waved your wand and the three Slytherins fell to the ground, bumping their asses so hard there was a sound of painful whining coming out of their mouths. You waved again and their wands fell out of their hands. You caught them in the air.

“I’m pretty sure Professor Slughorn will be very happy to give them back to you.”

Remus snapped out of his thoughts when you stood up, helping the boy move to his feet.

“Go and sit, love. I’ll check up on you in a minute.”

Lily rushed towards them, smiling friendly at the poor second-year.

“Come, I’ll sit with you.”

You shot a grateful smile her way and looked at Remus.

“Wanna help me?”

“Always,” he said, standing up.

“Okay, do you want some emotions? Do you want to feel something? Is this why you acted like a bunch of idiots?” you asked, raising your voice. “I can assure you in the real world there is plenty of emotions waiting for you. Ones that you don’t even know can exist.”

You clenched your fist on your wand. Remus didn’t know what you were getting at, but he listened carefully as you turned to the students again and made them burn with guilt and shame.

“Do you know why the staff decided to give you a chance to learn more? Because we want you to be prepared. Are the stupid jokes and pranks gonna prepare you?”

The Great Hall was still silent.

“Are they?” you asked louder and there was a word No echoing between the walls.

“No. They are not. Do you think that hurting each other will help you? No, it won’t!” you answered yourself, not even waiting for their reaction. “One day the person you hurt may be the one that your survival depends on. There is a war coming outside these walls and if you’re not gonna take this seriously, what is even the point of this all?”

Oh, you were furious. You wanted to help those kids and instead you had to deal with the same stupidity you experienced yourself while still studying. But you saw what’s happening out there. You saw how serious it gets and how fast the danger expands. There were wounds and scars on your body that reminded you of that every single day. You didn’t agree to be a teacher to waste a year on sitting and smiling.

“Make some space,” you commanded and looked and Remus. He gulped seeing your face.

“Do you want us to duel?” he asked, and she nodded.

“No spells you don’t know, I promise. But let’s make it real. Don’t hold back on my account.”

He didn’t want to hurt you in any way. He didn’t want to cast any spells on you, but you looked so desperate to prove to those kids how badly you want them to take it seriously, he gave in. He wanted to help you in any way possible, so he followed your lead as you started casting some protective spells over the makeshift arena. You were angry but you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. He got that and appreciated you even more for that.

“Ready?” you asked when you finished, and he nodded shortly.

You stood in front of each other, wands in hands, ready to be used. You bowed, just like the rules said, even though you both knew there was no time for that in the real fight. One of you would be death by now if the other one was a Death Eater.

“Good luck,” he whispered, not exactly knowing why he did it, but you smiled at him and that was enough. His heart was beating way too fast but yours was, too. His werewolf senses caught it when you were just a few steps away from him. The wolf inside of him growled at this sensation. The excitement building up in your bodies took the best of him. He could smell your eagerness to move.

So, you both did. You moved away from each other, making space between you and then turned to face the other one again.

Your spell was the first one to be cast and since that moment, there was one huge chaos. He knew some good counterspells, many protective ones, so he used them all, maneuvering between them. You were attacking him like crazy.

“Come on, Remus! I know you’re capable of more.”

He never agreed to a duel during the lessons. He wanted to help, to tutor, to be close to you, but if he knew you’ll make him do that…

He repelled your attack. Let’s be honest, he would probably agree either way, just to make you happy. Sirius was right, he was a sucker for you.

“Let’s play,” he muttered and taking advantage of the fact that you had to protect yourself from your own ricocheted spell, he waved his hand and send a wave of red sparks your direction. Oh, how fast you moved. You defended yourself perfectly quickly, as if it wasn’t even a challenge for you.

“That’s all you have to offer?” you asked with a satisfied smile.

“I have much more to offer,” he said, meaning a lot of different things with that simple statement but she was too far to hear the real tone of it.

So, he cast another spell. And another. And one more. And you were just as quick as he was.

None of you saw the students anymore. None of you saw the excitement on their faces when the spells were crashing into the invisible walls around them. You were focused on each other and just when Remus thought this was going to last forever, one of his spells sneaked through the crack in your shield. It hit you and you flew back, landing on your bum.

The room went silent. Moony froze. You looked at him shocked.

“Good one, Lupin,” you said and smiled. And before he could even react, you got up and waved your wand at him. He felt something tightening around his ankles. The magical rope you cast swept him out of his feet and he landed on the floor, too. With one smooth move you pulled the rope towards you, but he still has his wand in his hand. He used it and suddenly, you couldn’t move.

Bad choice. His body was still moving in your direction and your own one paralyzed. He crushed into you with such force you felt like it was a train that hit you and you couldn’t do anything about it. You fall on him without any possibility to cover your face.

“Fuck,” he swore under his breath and caught you in his arms to secure your fall.

A loud thud was heard when your bodies hit the wall just a few steps behind. 

“Oh Merlin!” you heard Lily rushing towards you two. “Finite!”

The ropes tying his ankles disappeared and you could feel your limbs again.

You laid on top of Remus, one hand on his chest and the other one right next to his head. You pushed yourself up to look at him and check for possible injuries. He was looking at you with wide open eyes, but you didn’t see any blood.

“You alright?” you two asked simultaneously.

Fuck, you were so close to him he saw the golden shimmers in your brown eyes, the long lashes, the small scar on your left brow and those perfect lips with fantastic cupid’s bow he dreamed of each night.

Your heart was beating right on top of his, so fast and unsteady he wasn’t sure if it was yours or his own. You seemed so small in his arms, so defenseless and fragile.

“Are you guys alright?” It was Lily that disrupted this moment. She fell to her knees and examined your faces with a worried expression.

You were all right. A few bruises, that’s all. When you managed to stand up again, you smiled widely at Remus and giggled.

“That was quite a duel, Mr. Lupin.”

It was. It was quite a duel, one that had him left with blood rushing maniacally through his veins, breathing unsteadily from both excitement and worry, and the feeling of emptiness after you left his arms. He felt so full under your weight.

He barely managed to go through the rest of this class. You seemed happy, satisfied, and proud when the students apologized to both you and the boy that they attacked. That was the class for which you were hoping. A lesson for them all.

In the real world we’d both be dead, he remembered you saying that and the chill ran down his spine, because he knew it was the truth. Such a duel in the real world would mean only two things: either one of you would survive or none.

He took a deep breath, climbing the stairs. He left right after the class and didn’t even bother to show up in the dorm. Muttered something to Lily about needing a break and he practically ran away when you said the class was over. You didn’t even get the chance to talk to him. He wandered around the Hogwarts grounds for so long, it was dark by the time he stopped under the Astronomy Tower. He still saw your face when you realized you couldn’t move. He shouldn’t have cast that spell. He paralyzed you because you told him to show what he's capable of, but he didn’t want to hurt you. And you looked hurt, for just a moment there but he saw it so clearly, he couldn’t stop picturing it. It haunted him.

He counted his steps while climbing the stairs. It used to calm his nerves whenever he felt anxious, so he gave it a try but as he was approaching the top of the staircase, he heard quiet sobs that stopped him in place. Someone was there and most likely didn’t want to be found. It was past the curfew.

He swallowed the guilt and worries and moved along, this time taking quieter steps. If he just checked out whoever this was, was okay, he could have gone back down but when he reached the top, the sight of long brown hair stunned him.

It was you. You were standing there, leaning on the railing with your forearms. He didn’t see your face, but he knew you were crying.

“Y/N?”

Your sobs stopped and you straighten your posture. Hands moved to your cheeks to wipe them.

“Remus, hi,” you said, trying to sound as normal as possible but you still didn’t turn to face him. “I tried to find you after the class, but Lily said you had something to do.”

Sweet Lily.

She knew he wouldn’t want you to think he ran away.

“I’m here now,” he said, taking a deep breath. He was still full of conflicting emotions after this afternoon, but you were there, so close and you were crying. He couldn’t just turn away and leave you there. His legs carried him towards you automatically, wanting to comfort you somehow.

He stood next to you, leaning on the railing, too and looked ahead. He didn’t want to push you or make you uncomfortable but wanted to know he’s gonna be there if you need to talk.

You took a shaking breath and sniffed, drying your cheeks with the sleeve of your black jumper.

“I’m sorry I made you do this,” you said quietly, voice trembling with emotions and lower lip shaking. “I just wanted to show them– teach them– I’m sorry.”

Remus frowned, looking at you. He wasn’t mad at you for that. He was concerned, maybe a bit ashamed of hurting you, but there was no anger in him. Not at you, at least.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said.

“I should have found a better way to teach them a lesson.”

“Something happened out there, didn’t it?” he asked before he could stop himself. It was actually what filled most of his thoughts. He wanted to know why you looked like you were desperate to show the kids how to fight. How to defend themselves. They all knew the war was coming. Remus saw that during the holiday break on every corner, read the articles in the Daily Prophet about attacks and disappearances, but the way you longed onto the need for teaching was disturbing.

You took a deep shaky breath.

“It did,” you said. He knew. He knew that but when he heard you saying it aloud, the shivers ran down his spine. He shifted his body to face you, leaned his hip on the railing, and scanned your silhouette with his careful gaze.

“Were you hurt?”

He saw you clenching your jaw and then, after a couple of seconds of hesitation, you nodded. Looked at him with big eyes, full of tears, fear and anger and he couldn’t help but felt his heart break into pieces.

Before he could stop himself, he moved, hand reaching your cheek and he wiped another tear running down. He was touching you with his fingertips, so lightly and slowly. Before this day he would never have imagined he could be so close to you. He could touch you. He could smell your pomegranate shampoo, the same after all these years.

“This–“ you cleared your throat, and he took his hand away. “It happened when I was working for the Ministry. Small job, quick action.”

He didn’t rush you when you went quiet for a minute. He was waiting, looking at you with the softest gaze you ever saw him having. His beautiful hazel eyes fixed on you in a way it warmed your heart a bit. You bit your lower lip, not knowing how big an impact this small movement has on him and moved your hand to hold the hem of your jumper.

“They knew. They were waiting for us.”

You slowly pull up your jumper, showing him your bare skin. Just a few centimeters up. He watched your moves carefully, with heart beating so loudly he was afraid you could hear it. But yours was beating almost as loud as his. Almost as fast.

“Some nasty curse,” you said, and he noticed a thick scar on your lower ribs. It wasn’t long but had to be deep. He almost took this one step that was separating the two of you, almost reached out for you and touched the bright pink evidence you’d been hurt before. He wanted to trace it with his fingertips.

But he didn’t. Instead, he asked, “Does it still hurt?”

You shook your head and let the jumper fall back into its place.

“No, not anymore. I spend some time at St. Mungo’s, they healed me.”

“That’s why you came back? To not let this happen to anyone else?”

You snorted sarcastically.

“It will happen, Remus. But yes, that’s why I came back.” You leaned your forearms against the railing again and looked ahead of you, observing the surface of the lake. “I just want them to know how to defend themselves. All of you. I want to do whatever I can to make sure those who will have to fight, know how.”

And if that was possible, in that moment, Remus Lupin felt that he loved you even more.

[hufflepuffchic]

This is so relatable oh god

me as a writer

[hufflepuffchic]

I’ve been thinking about something and I guess I need some help because it getting frustrating.

The mistery of the bathrooms.

Okay, I read the books many years ago and haven’t reread them since. I survived on fanfics because let’s face it, we, as a fandom, are responsible for making this magical world a better place that has much more sense than when R*wling wrote about it. But there’s this one thing that frustrates me still. It is the mistery of the bathrooms. Maybe I missed this info or maybe it’s a hole in the plot but explain to me how do the students take their showers every evening or morning?

We know there are public lavatories like the one Moaning Myrtle lives in or Prefect bathroom with this huge bathtub Harry opened the golden egg in but WHAT ABOUT THE SHOWERS? AND WHAT IF SOMEONE NEEDS TO PEE IN THE MIDDLE OF A NIGHT?

Students are not allowed to wander the corridors at night, right? So they can’t use the lavatories they use during the day and between the classes. Are there bathrooms in the dormitories? Or in the common rooms? WHERE ARE THE STUDENTS PEEING WHILE STUDYING IN THEIR ROOMS? Or when they take a shower, do they have to come back to their dormitories through the corridors? With wet hair and everything? How do they not catch pneumonia?

Explain that to me.

I always imagined that there are bathrooms in each dormitory because that makes a lot of sense to me but I wonder if the canon actually says anything about it.

[hufflepuffchic]

Did I just spend my whole Sunday laying in bed and writing? Yes.

Could I do something more productive or go out for a walk? Of course.

Do I regret not doing anything else? Hell no.

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But She’s My Teacher // part two

The continuation of the one where Remus has a crush on a beautiful woman who happens to be his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Oh, and by the way, he knew her when she was still wearing her student’s robes. And now he’s trying not to get too hot by just listening to her voice while she’s teaching.

✶Part one ✶Part three ✶Part four ✶Part five

✶Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of war, sex and sexual fantasies, masturbation and cigarettes

Words Count: 3,3k

Pairing: Remus x fem!reader

I am so fucked, thought Remus when he was following Lily to one of the empty classrooms on the first floor. Right before dinner, you sent a note to them and to each Prefect, informing them what time and place you chose for the meeting. Remus was glad none of the boys were supposed to be there, too.

Lily was kind, gentle and considerate enough to not make it more difficult for him than it already was. At least he hoped so. She calmed his nerves anytime they had a Prefects meeting during their fifth year, and he tried to look as normal as possible. Not blushing or stuttering etc.

“Nervous?” she asked, glancing at him.

He was. Hell, he was much more than just nervous. Not seeing you for the full year made him feel like thirteen years old again, with the small difference of this time being perfectly capable of imagining you the way he shouldn’t, but which seemed to come to his mind way too often.

You were his teacher, after all. He had to keep his cool and act like he didn’t spend the last years fancying you from afar.

“Yeah,” he said instead, leaving all these thoughts to himself. He really shouldn’t share them with anyone, a woman especially. Lily always respected him, and he didn’t want to destroy that.

“One more year and maybe you could ask her out,” she said, and he frowned.

“What?”

“Oh, come on,” Lily laughed softly. “Remus, you have had a crush on this girl for four years now. Maybe it’s time to finally act on it, don’t you think?”

“These are not your words,” he said, shaking his head. “Did you talk to James about that?”

She hesitated for just a second but that was enough for Remus to get his answer.

“What the hell do you guy do, talking about me instead of, I don’t know, making out or something? That’s sad.”

The redhead laughed again.

“We want you to be happy, Rem. And Sirius wants you to,” she grimaced, “finally score.”

He sighed.

“I’m not a… you know.”

She looked at him, frowning.

“What?”

“I’m not a virgin, Lily,” he said quietly, as if a bit afraid someone may hear that. Well… maybe he wasn’t afraid, but it also wasn’t because he was ashamed of something. It was just way too private to share with strangers.

“Oh, I know that Rem. Girls talk.”

“Wait.” He stopped. “What?”

Lily stopped, too, just a few steps in front of him and turned to look him in the eyes with an innocent expression.

“Did she,” he cleared his throat, suddenly very aware of his every breath, “tell you?”

“Well…”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake,” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “Why? Why do girls tell each other everything?”

The girl that he lost his virginity with was Ravenclaw, same age as him. It happened last year, when his teenage sexual frustrations turned him into an easily annoyed grump who barked at everyone who tried to tease him about it.

It was probably the lack of your presence.

Sirius was the one that suggested he finally gets his shit together and just do it, otherwise someone might murder him very soon and it’ll be seen as self-defense. So, he did. He talked to this girl a few times before, she was nice and attractive, and above all, wanted to sleep with him. No strings attached, of course. She was just horny for this quiet and socially awkward boy, and he gave up. He actually liked the idea. He never wanted to have sex with a random girl because he didn’t want to break anyone’s heart but in this deal the two-sided satisfaction was granted.

Only he never thought she could tell other people.

“She made you look good, Rem. I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you,” Lily said, walking up to him and he looked at her through his fingers.

“What?” he whined, and she shrugged.

“Not that I wanted to know the details, but she was pretty happy with everything.”

Remus couldn’t believe he was standing there, in the middle of a corridor, talking with Lily about his sexual experience.

“Lils, I’m begging you.” He was blushing so much even his ears were pink.

“Oh Remus,” she giggled. “You know that some younger Ravenclaws have a crush on you after hearing this story?”

He let his hands down, raising his eyebrows, suddenly interested in the turn this conversation took. No one ever had a crush on him, at least no one he knew about. Not that he wasn’t seen as a handsome guy, he just didn’t care enough to make any girl have any interest in him.

“You have more options than you think,” Lily said, as if she read his minds. “If you want, of course. If not, maybe you could,” she stopped mid-sentence looking at something behind him and pressed her lips together.

“Hi, guys!”

His heart skipped a bit. It was you. Your voice behind him, echoing in an almost empty corridor. You sounded like you were smiling and when he turned around to look at you, you were, indeed, smiling. Very pretty and very wide.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, catching up to them.

He forgot the feeling of standing right next to you. You were shorter than him, smaller and so incredibly beautiful. Still fierce and full of energy. This mischievous glow in your eyes, that he liked so much, was still there, playing and teasing when you looked at him.

Oh, how much he missed seeing you.

“Yeah,” he said, hoping you didn’t notice his pink cheeks.

“How’s teacher’s life treating you so far, Y/N?”

Thank Merlin for Lily and her ability to swoop in and take the heat off of him. She dove into the conversation with you so smoothly and quickly you didn’t even have the chance to take a good look at him. You moved down the corridor again, with the Redhead on your left and Remus on your right, feeling like a student again.

Not that it was anyone’s business, but you missed walking around the castle with the biggest worries being your class assignments, lost Quidditch game and if you’ll have the time for a stroll through Hogsmeade on the weekend. You were out there, in the big world, for only a year but it was enough. On the outside, you seemed to have it all together so well but deep inside, you sought the comfort of familiar stone walls, cracking fireplaces, and protective spells bubble.

The outside world was big, dark, and scary. But you managed to survive it, and Dumbledore knew that. That’s why he offered you this position. You were scared but good and what you were doing.

You were tough. Tougher than you even thought you might be.

“Take the seats, please,” you said, when you opened the empty classroom and let the two Gryffindors in. “The rest will join us in about half an hour. I wanted to run an idea past you first.”

Both Lily and Remus looked at each other and you grinned.

“Don’t worry, the idea was accepted by the headmaster.”

Remus leaned back in his seat, looking at you with both admiration and intrigue. He was impressed by the way you fit in the new position already. It was your first day as a teacher and you already looked like you belonged. You sat on the main desk, crossing your ankles and put your hands on the both sides of your legs. You leaned forward, looking at them with a smile on your face and Remus tried his best to not let his gaze slide off of your face.

“What is it, Y/N?” asked Lily. “We’re curious.”

Oh, you were so happy it was Lily and Remus that were the Head Pair this year. You knew them, and that made you believe your cooperation will be successful. They were both smart, ambitious, and responsible.

You smiled, looking first at the girl and then at the boy.

“The staff think we should do some kind of training with all the students.”

And she was all in for this idea. She saw what’s happening out there, in the real world. She experienced that. And she wasn’t properly prepared for all that happened. She shared her feelings and worries with Professor McGonagall. She described her concerns for all the young wizards who didn’t know what was waiting for them behind the Hogwarts’ walls and the woman agreed that something should be done about it.

“Like the more advance DADA class?”

You looked at Remus whose brows were now furrowed in concern.

“Exactly like that,” you nodded. “We learn the basics during our lessons but no one actually shows us how to really defend ourselves. The spells we have in the textbook? All extremely useful on the schools grounds but out there?” You sighed.

There was much more to this than just the need to help students and Remus felt that in his bones. You suddenly looked smaller, more fragile but at the same time desperate to do something about it.

Something happened the last year, he could easily tell. But what?

“I think that’s a great idea.” Lily seemed very eager to take part in this project. “What’s our job in it? Why did you want to talk to us in private?”

You smiled gently.

“I want you to help me teach the younger students,” you said, biting your lowers lip.

This damn habit of yours. Moony clenched his jaw, watching you scratch the flesh of your pink skin with your teeth. Oh, how badly he wanted to do that yourself. If he could just come up there, he would put his hands on top of yours, trapping you between his arms, and he would lean forward, looking you so deep in the eyes you would melt under his gaze. He would lick your top lip, then the bottom one, and then he would take it between his teeth, biting and licking like a starving man.

“Remus?”

He snapped out of his filthy thoughts, feeling an uncomfortable sensation between his legs. His dick was semi-hard, pressing on the inside of his jeans.

“Yeah?” His voice sounded harsh. He cleared his throat and shifted slightly in his seat. “Sorry, I was thinking about that idea,” he said.

He didn’t look in Lily’s direction. She would see the lie in his eyes.

“So, what do you think? Are you down for it? Helping me, I mean.”

“Of course,” he said quickly. You could’ve asked him to help you rob the Gringotts and he would’ve said yes.

He was an idiot. A sad, desperate, and so very under your spell idiot.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Great.” You clasped your hands and jumped on the floor. “I want you to help me with the youngest students. First and second year, if that’s alright with you. Prefects will have to gather everyone and try to make a schedule. You’ll be coached, too, of course.”

Remus couldn’t wait to be coached. Merlin, he was excited at the single thought of spending more time with you this year. Tutoring younger students, taking your class, learning from you, and looking at you all the time – this was as great as it could be.

He was smiling like an idiot all the way back to the dormitory. Lily left him right after the meeting because she had plans with James and he headed back alone, thinking about you and the way your face brightened when everyone decided it was an amazing idea to have more advanced training.

“Remus!”

He froze.

“Remus, wait!”

Oh, he was waiting. He was waiting for you for so long those few seconds of waiting for you to catch up to him was literally nothing compared to his last four years.

He turned around to look at you, speeding towards him with a small smile on your pretty face.

“Sorry, I don’t want to take any more of your free evening, I just wanted to make sure you’re really fine with this idea,” you said, stopping in front of him. You had to tilt your head up to look him in the eye. He was very tall.

Did he grow up even more during the last year? You always knew he’s tall but never actually noticed how tall. Or maybe it was you that was short. Anyways…

“You seemed a bit… distracted during the meeting. I thought maybe you didn’t want to say anything in front of anyone but if you have any objections…”

He shook his head.

“No, no.”

Oh, fuck.

He didn’t want to seem not interested. He was, he really was very much interested in spending more evenings with you. Well, he was distracted, you were right about it, but the reasons were completely different than you thought. And he was glad you didn’t know the truth.

“I’m sorry, I am all in for this idea,” he said. “I didn’t mean to seem like I wasn’t.”

“You sure about it? Because I’m not going to be mad if you don’t want to take part in it. I know it’s a responsibility, but I need to do this. But I don’t want anyone to feel responsible for my ideas. I guess I thought that could be good.”

“Y/N stop,” he said, smiling at you. Did you all of a sudden become nervous? He never heard you blabbing so much about anything. “I want to help you.”

That. Fucking. Bottom. Lip.

“Thank you, Remus,” you said quietly. His heart skipped another beat when you looked at him with these big, brown eyes, sparkling in the dim light of the corridor lamps.

He was fucked, he really was.

“You’re a great guy. I always knew that.”

Something heavy left his body when you said that. Always knew that. Did you think about him more often than he thought you did?

“Goodnight, Remus.”

You patted his arm when you walked past him, gave him one last smile and just like that, you disappeared around the corner.

“Goodnight, Remus,” a man’s voice reached him from the opposite direction. He looked there; an annoyance painted on his face so clearly it could as well have been written all over his forehead. He shot a deadly stare toward a black-haired guy walking towards him and grinning, as if imitating your voice was the best joke ever.

“Cut it out, Padfoot.”

Sirius laughed, putting his arm around Remus” shoulders.

“What was all of this about? Tell me.”

Lupin sighed but he knew there was no way he could get out of it now.

“Is Pete in the dormitory?”

Black nodded.

“Okay, let’s go. Lily will tell James everything and I’m not going to repeat myself later, when Peter asks the same question. I’ll tell you both about it.

And he did. He walked with Sirius to the boys’ dormitory and told him and Peter everything about the meeting, your idea, and the new teaching responsibilities.

„It’s great,” said Pettigrew, taking a cigarette out of Sirius’ hand and took a smoke. It was 10pm already and they were sitting by the wide-open window, waiting for Potter to return. “We need that.”

“I think so, too.” Remus nodded and let a puff of smoke cloud leave his mouth. He didn’t smoke often but he liked the feeling of relief in his body from time to time. Sirius was mixing some herbs in his cigarettes, and it has a healing effect on Remus” tense muscles.

“Yeah, that pretty girl of yours sure is smart, Moony.”

“She’s not my girl, Padfoot.”

“She could be.”

Remus rolled his eyes at this comment. You couldn’t, of course you couldn’t. You were not only older than him but also his teacher. He could not just go and hit on a teacher. Not that he would even if you weren’t one. He never had enough courage to come up to you and say anything but now especially you were out of his reach.

Plus… he would never do that to you. To any girl, in that matter. He fancied you, had a crush on you and visualized you while stroking himself under the shower but he promised himself he’d never destroy any woman’s life with his pathetic self.

He was a werewolf, after all. No woman would be happy with him.

“You’re way too serious about it, man,” said Sirius, giving him the cigarette. “Just tell her she’s pretty or that you like the way she smiles. Compliment her. Make a small move. Girls love to hear that shit.”

“It’s not shit,” protested Peter. “She is pretty.”

Remus leaned his head against the wall behind him and sighed.

“She’s beautiful,” he whispered. The herbs were clearly starting to work his magic on him. He kind of felt like he was floating.

Black looked at Peter and they both smiled. They both went with Remus through his little crush journey. They saw him staring at you, they tried to encourage him to make a move plenty of times and they were there for him when you left Hogwarts and he felt like the castle was now empty. Just like his heart was.

“Moony, you’re torturing yourself.” Pettigrew sat next to him. “What’s worse that could happen if you tell her how you feel? You’re seventeen now, you’re not a kid anymore. Two years gap is not that huge.”

He tried to be supportive, Remus knew that, but it didn’t actually matter.

“She could lose her job, Wormtail.”

And he knew he was right. You probably would lose your job or just leave yourself if you knew that your presence torments him. He couldn’t do that to you. He had to hide his feelings for one more year. Nothing big, he did already, didn’t he? For so many years he was hiding his crush it couldn’t hurt to continue doing that for a little bit longer.

“I’m just gonna admire her from afar, guys. Let it go.”

“Rem, I gotta tell you that and I mean it in the sweetest way possible,” Sirius gave him a meaningful look, “but you’re a sucker for her.”

He was a sucker for you. He would follow you with his gaze when you entered the Great Hall, when you walked past him in the corridor, when you came into the classroom for the first coaching session. There was no way you would be there, and he didn’t notice you. It was like all of his senses were tuned to your vibration and the entire world went silent anytime he caught a glimpse of you.

The time before the full moon was the worst. His hormones were out of control even without you around but the first two months he found himself wandering around the castle, hoping he could run into you. Just to look at you, of course. To take in every single detail of what you were wearing, how you did your hair and makeup, the way you smiled back at him.

Every single night, when he was laying in bed, he made imaginary scenarios in his head with you as a main character. Sometimes the plot was becoming so filthy he felt ashamed of himself the next day and tried not to look straight at you. He didn’t want to sexualize you, but Merlin, he was crazy about you.

Maybe he wasn’t that mature after all.

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But She’s My Teacher // part one

The one where Remus has a crush on a beautiful woman who happens to be his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Oh, and by the way, he knew her when she was still wearing her student’s robes. And now he’s trying not to get too hot by just listening to her voice while she’s teaching.

Words Count: 2,5 k

Warnings: mentions of masturbation

Pairing: Remus x fem!reader

The age difference is ONLY TWO YEARS. Don’t come after me judging by the title.

✶Part two ✶Part three ✶Part four ✶Part five

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The first time he saw you, you were only fifteen. Your new shiny Prefect badge was pinned to your robes, you let your long brown hair down and you smiled so widely he wondered if you hurt your cheeks. There was beauty in the way you walked through the corridor, fast and with energy, your robes fluttering behind you like a superhero cape. It wasn’t a peaceful and charming kind of beauty. It was like a storm, sudden and intense.

He watched you with admiration as you took your wand out of your sleeve and pointed it at a group of older Slytherins that were just trying to cast some spells on him. You stood just a few steps away from Remus and he could smell your shampoo. That’s distracted him. His werewolf senses were heightened, it was just a few days before the full moon, and he couldn’t focus when the pomegranate scent got to his nose.

‘So, what now, guys?’ you asked, still smiling and there was something mischievous in the way your eyes sparkled. He looked at you like you were an angel sent from above. Or a devil. He couldn’t decide so quickly but you looked like a badass and he liked that a lot.

He was only thirteen, two years younger than you but from that day on he always noticed your presence whenever you entered a room. He was obsessed with you. He stared at you from the other side of the Great Hall, him sitting at the Gryffindor table and you chatting with your friends at the Hufflepuff table. His friends mocked him for that, used to call you his guardian angel when he told them about you defending him in this abandoned corridor. He wasn’t even mad about it. He wasn’t ashamed he needed some help from you. He kind of could have dealt with that himself, he was smart enough, but you impressed him so much that day he considered you his hero for many years following.

And now he was sitting in the back of a class, trying to hide behind his book because you were there. Again. Two years before, when he passed his OWLs and you graduated from Hogwarts, he thought he’s never going to see you again. He took it rather emotionally. But there you were, taking the role of the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in his last year of education. He couldn’t sleep at night, thinking about seeing you again during the welcome ceremony.

He sat down at the Gryffindor table with all his friends, laughing at the story James was telling, when Sirius kicked him in the ankle.

‘Oi, Padfoot, watch out,’ he hissed, leaning down to massage the hurt place but his friend didn’t look sorry at all. He was pressing his lips together, as if he was trying not to smile.

‘Look at the teachers’ table,’ he said, still with the same expression on his face. Something devil was mixed with a lot of excitement there and Remus didn’t know if he wanted to know the reason behind it. Usually, when Sirius behaved like this, something mischievous was about to happen.

‘Why?’ he asked carefully. With the corner of his eye, he saw the teachers’ table but there was no running, no laughing and no screaming. Just normal chatter before the ceremony. He didn’t see anything unusual that could have drawn Sirius’ attention.

‘Why what?’ asked James, when he realized, his friends weren’t listening to him at all.

‘Teachers’ table,’ said Sirius. He was looking straight at Remus, as if he didn’t want to miss even a glimpse of his reaction.

‘Oh shit!’ James sounded too amused at the sight because obviously, he looked.

Remus frowned but gave up on his attempt to read Sirius’ mind and looked in the said direction. Nothing new at first. The teachers were sitting at their usual places chatting with each other, the Sorting Hat was placed on the stool, like always and nothing seemed to change. He was just about to look back at Sirius to ask him what in Merlin’s name was going on when a familiar face turned towards the students. A slim hand waved, and a wide smile appeared.

He was stunned. He looked stunned. His friends knew he was stunned.

‘Looks like your guardian angel has returned,’ said James, patting him on the back.

You were back. You were sitting there, at the teachers table, smiling and waving at someone like you belong there forever. He hasn’t seen you for the whole year and he kind of forgot the feeling of noticing you in the room. A sudden wave of heat washed him from the top of his head to the big toenail.

Merlin, you were so beautiful.

‘This is going to be an exciting year,’ whispered Sirius.

Later that evening, when all new students were sorted into their houses, professor Dumbledore introduced you as the new DADA teacher. Hufflepuff students cheered so loudly it was clear they not only remembered you, but they still loved you. You were their Prefect at fifth and sixth year and then Head Girl during your last one. You always protected those that needed protection, helped those in need of help and smiled at almost everyone. Remus knew you weren’t only his hero but damn, he felt like his whole world just started spinning around you again.

He couldn’t sleep, thinking about you the whole night. All the images of you in front of his eyes kept him awake.

You, smiling at him when you saw him on Hogwarts grounds, studying with his friends.

You, waving at him from your seat at the Hufflepuff table, almost making him choke on his sandwich.

You, congratulating him his new Prefect title and him, shyly saying you deserve to be Head Girl more than anyone else.

You always noticed him, too. You remembered this tall Gryffindor who almost got attacked by some Slytherins and always greeted him with wide smile plastered on your lips. This was just the way you were, always friendly and kind.

And now you stood in front of the seventh year’s class, looking carefully at everyone and he wanted to disappear.

‘Why do you hide, Remus?’ asked Lily from her seat next to him. He would have thought she wanted to sit with James since they were now together and all, but she stayed while her boyfriend still shared his desk with Sirius.

Remus sighed. Lily knew about his crush on you. She was a Prefect, too and when at the beginning of their fifth year they both attended a Prefects meeting, she quickly realized he blushed at the sight of this pretty Head Girl. She never mocked him for it, though. She was much more considerate than the rest of his friends.

‘Remus, come on,’ she whispered again, managing to take the book out of his hands. ‘Chill out a bit, please.’

It was easier said than done. Of course, he wanted to chill out, but his teenage heart definitely had other plans. It was beating way too fast for him to steady his breath, that’s for starters.

‘Welcome, everyone,’ you said with a beautiful smile on your face and the whole class went quiet.

Oh Merlin, how he missed seeing your beautiful lips stretching out in a kind and gentle smile.

‘My name’s Y/N and if you paid enough attention yesterday, you know I’m going to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year. Although I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t know. Those pumpkin tarts always made me lose interest in the ceremony, too.’

Students laughed and your smile became even wider. It was so like you, to open with a small joke to make everyone feel more comfortable.

‘For those who still remember me, I bet you hoped you’d never see my annoying face again but life’s not fair, my friends.’ Laughs again. ‘And for those who have no idea who I am, I used to sit in the same class, starting my last year, just two years ago so please, don’t you dare call me per professor. I’m just Y/N.’

Remus smiled. You were still you, even though you were a bit older. Maybe it was all black robes without the yellow Hufflepuff details on them, that made you look older or maybe you really did grow up within the last year outside of Hogwarts. He knew the war was coming. Everyone knew that but while he was safe in the castle, you were out there for the whole year. Maybe it was the experience that added some seriousness to your appearance.

‘Before we start with the teaching program, I bet you’ve got some questions so go ahead, let it all out.’

A sea of hands shot up and you patiently let every single person ask their questions, replying to each one of them.

‘Why teaching?’ asked someone from the other side of the classroom.

You sighed and smiled gently. Remus saw your facade shaking. So simple question yet very important one, at least to you.

‘Y’all know what’s happening in our world right now, don’t you?’ you asked, leaning against your desk. You looked carefully at the students as if you were trying to remember each face.

‘War is coming,’ said Remus before he could stop himself. Some faces turned to look at him be he tried to keep his cool. You smiled sadly and nodded, and somehow, he knew you still remembered him.

‘That’s right. War is coming.’

‘We need to fight,’ said someone else and she nodded again.

‘And that’s your answer. That’s why I chose teaching. We need to fight but to do that, we need knowledge and experience. And skills. According to Professor Dumbledore, I’ve got some of those so why not share them with you?’

‘Did you fight during the last year?’ asked someone and you bit your lower lip.

Moony cursed himself in his mind. Such serious topic, such a serious atmosphere and he was sitting there, thinking about your lower lip and how it could feel between his teeth.

He felt himself turning red.

‘I gained some experience,’ she said carefully. ‘But that’s the conversation for another time.’

She skillfully avoided sinking into the details and nodded towards another raised hand.

‘Can we date a teacher?’

It was Sirius. Fucking Sirius asked this question, and she laughed.

‘I’m going to kill him,’ muttered Remus under his breath, watching his best friend grin at you.

‘Go and ask Professor Dumbledore. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to have that conversation with you, Sirius,’ you said, smiling with amusement.

‘You remember my name.’ Black leaned back in his chair and placed his hand on his chest. ‘Guys, I think I’m in love.’

You shook your head, laughing.

‘I break hearts, my dear. Don’t do that to yourself,’ you said with pretend seriousness and people laughed again. ‘Alright you, back to the class now.’

While you turned around to take some papers from your desk, Sirius looked back at Remus with a mischievous smile on his face.

Moony showed him his middle finger. He didn’t appreciate the sentiment behind it, exactly knowing it was just to tease him. Did he want you? Oh, for Morgana’s tits, he wanted you for so long he forgot how it was when he didn’t. You were his first ever crush, first ever wet dream and the thought he jerked off to for the first time. His teenage hormones had gone through the war for the last four years since he first met you and each battle was fought in your name.

At first, he thought mostly about your kind smile. He was only thirteen and happened to be the gentlest boy in the world. There was nothing inappropriate about the way he looked at you. You were a hero without a cape. Pretty older girl who always smiled at him in a way that warmed his hurt heart. He needed this delicacy in his life, and you were like warm sunshine during a cold winter day.

But then his friends started talking about other girls in a way he didn’t know about. They were getting older, and some features of the human body started to attract more attention than they used to. James was talking about Lily and her long legs pretty much every day, Sirius was commenting on boobs and how he noticed some girls have them much bigger than other girls, and Remus couldn’t help but take notice of your body whenever he saw you. He was mainly impressed by your attitude, of course, but the way you bit your lower lip and played with your long slim fingers during a conversation sent some weird sensation down his own body.

Sirius and James teased him about the way he blushed anytime you showed up somewhere in his sight. Oh, he was ashamed of his own thoughts. He wanted to praise you for the way you helped other students, the way you got the best grades with your sharp brain or the fact that no other girl was able to make him feel this warm inside with just a simple friendly smile.

Well, he did all that but there was more, and Remus didn’t realize how much more until one hot Saturday afternoon when he saw you in Hogsmeade, sitting in front of a small cafe with your friends.

He was heading to the bookstore, thankfully alone and you were there, in such a pretty little outfit it made him stop. Your legs were visible because the skirt you were wearing was reaching your mid-thigh. The blouse exposed your shoulders, collarbones and Merlin have mercy, the outline of your boobs. He has never paid that much attention to your silhouette before but fuck. You were stunning.

You reached for the long glass filled with iced tea, took it with your hand and brought it to your lips. And then you saw him, standing there, looking at you like you were the lost wonder of the world, and you waved at him, bringing all your friends’ attention to his presence.

He waved back, fighting with sudden paralysis in his limbs.

Hot, hot, hot. He felt so hot.

Later in the night he masturbated for the first time in his fourteen years old life, imagining that he runs his fingers through your hair, touches your face, your neck, your arms, your chest.

‘Oh, and before we finally start our lesson, Lily, Remus,’ he snapped out of his inappropriate thoughts, hearing his name, ‘I’m happy to hear you two are the Head Girl and Head Boy this year.’ You smiled and if he wasn’t blushing before, we most definitely was now.

‘Thank you, Y/N,’ said Lily with a smile.

‘I’d love to have a little chat with you after dinner, if you don’t mind. There’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you and the rest of the prefects.’

Lily nodded and discreetly elbowed Remus who copied her gesture.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

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Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re Drunk

Inspiration taken from Arctic Monkeys song Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High

Short story where Sirius has a crush on his pretty coworker but following the badboy womanizer path, he’s not gonna act on it. Well, as long as he’s not drunk.

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Warnings: alcohol, cigarettes, swearing, mentions of sex, a bit of dirty talk

Sirius x fem!reader

Your phone rang again, making you groan with annoyance. You could ignore it the first two times but when, just as you were slowly drifting away to sleep, you heard it ringing third time, you were officially furious. You knew it wasn’t your parents or any of your closest friends, because you set up different tone for your special people a long time ago and this sound was just a regular iPhone ringtone.

You lifted yourself on your elbows and looked at the phone on your nightstand.

Sirius Black.

‘The fuck?’ you asked yourself.

Sirius Black was your coworker. You usually worked different shifts so you didn’t see him very often but you knew he has this ridiculous habit of texting you anytime he was drunk. Well, at first you didn’t know he was drunk but after a few times you discovered a pattern he followed.

This fitted the scenario perfectly. It was almost 3am, Saturday night so weekend and he has posted some pictures with his friends on his InstaStory before, except this time he wasn’t texting. He was calling.

You sighed, wondering if you should pick up or not. It took you some time and the phone actually stopped ringing but just for a few seconds. You muted it quickly but before you even moved to put it back on the nightstand, you saw his name on your screen again.

‘What a twat,’ you murmured and after two seconds of hesitation you finally picked up.

‘Black,’ you didn’t even bother to say hello.

You could hear him breathing.

‘Black, for the love of God, what do you want?’

If it was someone else, you’d be worried that something happened and maybe they need your help but you knew the only help this man needs was from a therapist.

‘My name sounds so hot when you say it,’ he said. His voice deep, hoarse and that, damn him, made you shiver.

Sirius Black was one attractive bastard. His lean but strong body very often made you wonder if he looks just as good without his T-shirt as he does wearing it but you never dared to say anything about it out loud, even to your friends. You didn’t like him much, to be honest, and you were glad you worked evening shifts, while he did only the morning ones. He was beautiful, yes, but his personality lacked every single quality you looked for in a guy.

Common sense, for example.

The fact that he knew how hot he is and he was using every opportunity he had to take advantage of it also didn’t helped. Poor girls who fell for this beautiful trap…

‘Black, you’re drunk,’ you said, rolling your eyes. You sat up straight, not feeling comfortable laying in your bed while talking to him. Kinda felt the need to put something on your naked body, too.

‘I am,’ he admitted. ‘And you’re not here.’

You sighed, covering your bare breast with a blanket. He couldn’t see you but somehow his voice itself made you feel like he was standing right next to you.

‘You never come to our parties.’

‘Life’s about more than parties, Black,’ you said. Well, you actually did come to some parties with people from your workplace and he was there as well but usually you preferred to separate your private life from your work life. It’s called balance and you were pretty good with keeping it. Besides, you’d rather party with your friends who you felt comfortable around.

‘Don’t be like that, Love.’ He took a deep breath, probably while smoking a cigarette. ‘Come and join me.’

‘it’s a middle of a night and I was sleeping.’

Oh Lord, have mercy. Why was he so fucking annoying?

‘Yeah? Are you in bed now?’

This suggestive note in his voice made your heart skipped a beat. Fucking organs, so fragile and weak. You bit your lower lip, suddenly feeling too hot under the blanket.

‘Yes,’ you said slowly, perfectly aware of the turn this conversation is taking.

‘You wearing some cute pyjamas?’ he asked, lowering his voice even more. This was a horny voice, full of lust.

‘Go home, Black,’ you said, swallowing your saliva. Damn, you wanted to crawl under some rock but he really worked his magic in you, probably for the first time. Maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the lack of sleep you got the last night and you were just tired, or maybe it was because you read a spicy book before going to bed and now were so horny even such person as Sirius Black could make your loins burn.

‘What are you wearing, Love? You don’t sound like you’re wearing pyjamas.’

You couldn’t help but laughed.

‘What do I sound like, then?’

Oh, you had to ask that question…

‘You sound,’ suddenly his breathing became heavier, ‘like you’re almost naked. No T-shirt? Maybe panties only.’

Fuck, how the hell did he know that?

Your red lace panties burned your skin along with his words.

‘Am I right?’

You held your phone to your ear, blanket now laying in the foot of the bed, breasts heavy and sticky from sweating. You didn’t respond and that was enough for him.

‘I’d love to see that for myself. That beautiful body in the sheets.’

Oh my… What?

‘Black,’ you cleared your throat, ‘I’m gonna hang up on you now. Go home.’

‘Did you touch yourself tonight, Love?’

You gasped. How dared he ask you such things? How could he even thought that this was a good idea to start a conversation about that? He was hammered.

You knew he was hammered but even so you felt the urge to squeeze your legs together hearing his dirty talk.

‘Think of me when you do,’ he whispered. ‘I am definitely gonna think of you.’ And he hung up.

You sat there, too much in shock to even put your phone away. Sirius Black was a top-notch prick. He had to be. How else could you describe this whole… incident?

How else could you say explain why, while laying under your sheets again after an hour or two of staring at the ceiling, you slowly slid your hand down your stomach and between your legs, having and imagine of a very handsome black-haired guy in front of your eyes?

How?

[hufflepuffchic]

Masterlist

The small list of my writings that I’m going to update every time I post <3

Just so you know, I don’t really do this whole symbols legend for fluffs, smuts etc. but every link is cautiously described.

Oh and…

Ps.: You can read my stories on AO3 as well. My username’s hufflepuffchic.

Stories

✶ Remus Lupin | non-magical world

Dare: Kiss (Remus x fem!oc, mentions of sex and masturbation, make out scene)

Broken Car (Remus x fem!oc, mentions of masturbation)

None of Them Deserve You, Love (Remus x fem!reader, very short fluff)

✶ Remus Lupin | magical world

But She's My Teacher:

part one (Remus x fem!reader, mentions of masturbation)

part two (Remus x fem!reader, mentions of war, sex and sexual fantasies, masturbation and cigarettes)

part three (Remus x fem!reader, mentions of war)

part four (Remus x fem!reader, sexual fantasies and wet dreams, masturbation)

part five (Remus x fem!reader, fluff)

✶ Sirius Black | non-magical world

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re Drunk (Sirius x fem!reader, short with mentions of masturbation, some dirty talk and alcohol)

Prompts / Lists / Ideas

Hot make out scene (Broken Car part 2, Remus x fem!oc, almost smut, definitely 18+)

Remus x fem!reader, Roommate AU

Remus Lupin as a boyfriend (fluff + smut)

Remus Lupin as a roommate (fluff + mentions of masturbation)

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None of Them Deserve You, Love

A very short fluff about you and your roommate Remus, who has a secret crush on you.

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You came home late that evening. The digital watch on the microwave showed 11:36pm when you walked into the kitchen but you weren’t tired. Frustrated, annoyed, resigned and even a little bit sad but not tired. You felt the blood humming in your ears and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet groan, when you finally reached the chair.

That was a hell of a night, you thought and chuckled ironically.

Well, you went out on a date, a second one to be exact and most likely the last one with this guy. He seemed really great at first: funny, charming, smart and kind but the first impression of his was nothing compared to today’s behaviour.

You sighed. It was a date straight out of your nightmares.

As you got up to maybe finally eat something (because there was no way you could eat in front of the Are you really gonna eat all of that? guy) you heard a quiet noise coming from somewhere down the hallway. The door to your roommate’s bedroom opened slightly and he poked his head out, giving you concerned look.

‘Haven’t heard you coming back,’ he said, stepping outside.

‘Just got in,’ you said with a small smile plastered on your lips and watched him walking to the kitchen. He was indeed concerned about your state.

You were sitting at the kitchen table in your new red heels you bought specially for the occasion, coat still on your shoulders but the elegant bun you made was now completely ruined. You played with a loose strand of hair, looking everywhere but at Remus. You didn’t like it when he was staring at you like he was trying to reach for your soul and reveal all your secrets.

‘What happened?’ he asked, leaning against the fridge.

You shrugged nonchalantly like it was nothing but something inside you shifted, causing a fantom pain in your chest. You felt this way anytime you came home from a shitty date and Remus was there, trying to somehow make you feel better. He made you weak: his hazel eyes, shining so brightly in dim light, his soft smile, his comfortable hugs… You were falling apart under his careful gaze.

‘Don’t,’ you practically whined, avoiding eye contact.

‘What?’ Oh his voice was like a honey on your wounds. Low and bit hoarse but somehow still comforting.

‘I don’t want to cry and you’ll make me cry again.’

He laughed quietly but didn’t say anything else. You saw him, with the corner of your eye, taking two mugs from the cupboard and turning the kettle on. He was making you tea, as always. You dared to look at him, when he was too busy with rummaging through the tea bags, to pay attention to you.

He was wearing grey sweatpants and white huge T-shirt, the one you very much liked to steal when it was your turn to do the laundry and it was there.

If you only knew he sometimes threw it into the washing machine on purpose, even if it wasn’t worn at all, just to see you wearing it.

‘There,’ he said, when the tea was ready and you finally bothered to take off your coat and shoes. You sat comfortably in the chair, bringing knees to the chin and dared to look at him. ‘So…’ he started.

And just like that, you felt tears filling your eyes, blurring the vision and Remus’s strong hand on your cheek.

‘There, there,’ he cooed, brushing off the first tear that started running down, ruining your makeup.

‘I’m pathetic,’ you whispered, afraid your voice will crack with more volume. ‘Another idiot, that’s it. Him, of course but I’m no better.’

‘Hey,’ he protested, griping your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

Oh, Lord have mercy. Seeing you in this state made him want to go and rip this guy’s head off. Of course, deep in his heart he hid the selfish feeling of not wanting you to end up with any of those guys but he hated to see you hurt. He loved you way too much and it was killing him.

‘None of them deserve you, Love.’

[hufflepuffchic]

Remus as a roommate

Basically, it’s the fluffiest fluff ever <3 with not so direct 18+ mentions

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✶ We know he would very quickly catch up on your routine to not disturb you, when you need your peace but at the same time he would do that to know when he can take some of your time cause he loves chatting with you.

✶ He knows exactly how you take your coffee and he makes it for you in the morning.

✶ He leaves small notes on the counter in the kitchen, giving you little updates about his schedule if he doesn’t see you in the morning. He also sneaks some small compliments from time to time.

✶ He blushes when he sees your panties in the dryer (he has a rather serious lace fetish and you happen to wear mainy lace lingerie, oh well).

✶ Remus always makes sure you’re comfortable with his friends around but they adore you and you actually treat them like your own friends, so he has no reason to worry.

✶ His share of chocolate in the house is also your share of chocolate. He would give you everything to see this euphoric smile on your face when chocolate melts on your tongue.

✶ Sirius often teases him and call you Remus’s wifey, much to Mooney’s annoyance. He blushes every single time.

✶ He’s the kind of guy who won’t leave a mess in the room so there’s no argument about cleaning the apartment or other household chores.

✶ Once he woke up in the middle of a night and heard you treating yourself. He tried his best to stop listening but he couldn’t bring himself to put his earphones on. He starts caressing himself to the sounds of you and after that, couldn’t look you in the eyes for over a week.

✶ He never shows how jealous he is when you tell him you’ve got a date but every time you cry after another failed situationship, he does his best to make you see him as the one that will always be there for you. He wipes your tears each time.

✶ He loves sharing his space with you.

[hufflepuffchic]

little idea for another Remus short ff

And you throw your head back laughing Like a little kid I think it's strange that you think I'm funny, 'cause He never did

When she still can't get over her last relationship and the way she was treated but agrees to go on a date with the cute guy from her English literature class. He came out to be everything her ex wasn't: kind, charming, funny, and a gentleman. She may slowly fall for him.

And we walked down the block, to my car And I almost brought him up But you start to talk about the movies That your family watches every single Christmas

And I want to talk about that And for the first time What's past is past

Begin Again by Taylor Swift

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