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sunburns & dragons (charlie weasley & reader) (1/?) pilot

CHAPTER DIRECTORY

A/N:  Pilot chapter of the Charlie Weasley version of 'long hair & tattoos.' Hastily edited before work so I'll fix things up as I go. I hope you'll like it!

CHAPTER 1: When Lucius threatens to bring Goyle over with the intent of courtship, you fight back. Malfoys never lose, right? 1.9k words

CHAPTER 1: 23, STILL CRAZY

Before you knew it, September had fallen over the Malfoy Manor.

Now, what did a September dinner look like at the Malfoy Manor?

It looked like a long dining table engulfed by the even larger room it presided in. It looked like a warm and gorgeous chandelier, embedded with thousands of crystals, that hung overtop the middle of the table. It looked like the rattling of leaves, threatening to redden and the brown, outside in the rolling gardens. It looked like the velvet sun seeping into the windows, casting frightening shadows on the patriarch’s face.

With every second that ticked by, you felt the last of summer slip through your hands. In a few weeks, it would get darker earlier and earlier until you were dining with your family in darkness.  

“Genevieve’s wedding really was beautiful,” your mother, Narcissa, remarked for the third time today. And the tenth time this week. But who was counting?

You nodded blithely. Of course, it was beautiful. Anything Malfoy money touched, despite how little thought or meaning was put it in, was stained beautiful. Truly, it was something, watching your eldest cousin, Genevieve, marry on the cliffs overlooking the French Riviera. She wore the most gorgeous dress, and her hair was done to perfection, not a strand out of place.

You were happy for her but you had to wonder: wasn’t your own happiness what mattered the most? When Genevieve was holding Maximillian’s hand, saying vows that were too pure and sweet to come out of her mouth, you were sat alone watching. Your eyes would drift everywhere. First, at Draco, beside you, who had brought Astoria. You watched your two littlest cousins, Charlotte and Clara, holding each other and tearing up at Genevieve’s vows. Then, to your cousin, Claude. Claude was Genevieve’s older brother and was clasping his girlfriend’s hand that was perched on his lap. She was probably a soon-to-be-fiancée after this event. Genevieve’s picturesque romance sparked a fever in everyone, including yourself.

And you trudged on alone the rest of the night, nursing your champagne, embraced by only the sweet sea air.

Everything was perfect from start to end. They had perfect weather (cloudless blue skies and sunshine), the perfect people in attendance, the perfect vows, and the perfect dinner, the perfect wine, and—

As much as you hated to admit it, it was bitter to be alone.

Really freaking bitter.

“You should consider a location for your own wedding, (Y/N),” Narcissa, always the optimist, continued. “These venues book up quite fast. Susan’s daughter has been on the waitlist for her choice venue for a year now.”

“The booking isn’t the hard part,” Draco, your little brother by two years, added. “The hardest part is (Y/N) finding a man that can actually tolerate her.”

“That’s true,” you said in agreement, much to Draco’s chagrin. “I don’t think any man is suitable for my standards.”

“Maybe the men aren’t the problem,” Lucius, your father, said through gritted teeth. You had probably evoked some bad memories of you abandoning the gentlemen he’d tried introducing you to at the country club.

“That’s just it, they are the problem,” you shot back. “Money or status doesn’t better a person make.”

“You won’t be holding onto that belief when you inevitably end up alone,” Lucius stated.

“Father, I may have a solution to (Y/N)’s predicament,” Draco piped up. A devious smile spread across his face. “Dear sister, you remember my friend, Goyle, don’t you?”

All that came to mind when you heard Gregory “Goyle” was a sweaty and stout boy with a forehead bigger than the rest of his face. The size of his noggin clearly housed nothing because the thoughts that came out his mouth were puzzling. And any chance of Goyle nurturing his intelligence or academic pursuits was shot down whenever a pretty girl walked by. At least he had quidditch to fall back on. He was definitely a decent beater by strength, rivalling your best friends, Fred and George Weasley. They often complained to you about his dirty tricks on the field.

“I wish I didn’t,” you lamented.

Lucius raised an eyebrow. “His father and I are acquaintances,” he mused. “He would be a decent choice of a partner.”

Goyle? That was the best your family could come up with for you? How low could they go now?

But still, you looked at your father in bewilderment. “You’re not serious, are you?” When Lucius didn’t answer, you continued. “Kiss any chance of intelligent children in your bloodline goodbye,” you quipped, swirling your wine glass around. “Wasn’t like Draco was going to propagate that trait anyway.”

“I would do a better job than you!” Draco retorted, slamming his own glass down. You smiled a bit; you’d broken him with that remark. “If I recall correctly, dear sister, there were some classes you didn’t fare well in, leading to mother and father having to visit the Headmaster personally.”

You flushed red. It was true, everything he said. It wasn’t your fault that it was just one class you couldn’t do well in, no matter how hard you tried.

“Well, if you spent more time reading than sucking off Pansy’s face in the library, maybe you would’ve graduated with distinction, too.”

“At least someone wanted to date me. Or were you snogging both of the Weasleys when I wasn’t looking?”

“That is enough!” Lucius bellowed. He was loud enough to shut both of you up. “(Y/N), this is despicable conversation and I will not have this at my dinner table.” Of course, this was all your fault. And likely, your father’s head was imploding at the thought of you having relations with a Weasley. Any Weasley.

“Yeah, (Y/N),” Draco whispered. “Don’t be indecent at the table.”

“Shut up,” you whispered back, taking a slow sip of wine to regain composure.

“I will personally extend a dinner invitation to Gregory and his family. We will dine here in a fortnight,” Lucius announced.

“What?” you blurted out. You thought this whole thing was a stupid joke. “For what purposes will you have him here, father?”

“I reckon it’s long overdue that the Malfoys officially make allies with the Goyle family,” Lucius stated. “And I’ve been left with no choice.” He was referring to all the times you’d rejected his friends’ sons.

The look on his face was stern. And for once, you couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.

“If even Genevieve can find a partner to spend her life with, then so can you,” Narcissa cajoled. You would’ve laughed at her veiled insult towards your cousin, but the situation was too dire for humour.

Your father couldn’t possibly want you to romance Goyle. You were envious of Genevieve’s fairytale wedding, but you didn’t want that if Goyle was your betrothed.

You felt acid at the back of your throat. You clenched your jaw. Anger was burned your face, anyone who couldn’t see it would be a fool.

“I won’t have it, father,” you stated coolly. You weren’t going to let Lucius, who never lost at anything, win this one. “If the purpose of the dinner is for me to entertain Goyle.”

The tension in the room was palpable; the atmosphere had taken a complete nosedive. Narcissa and Draco remained completely silent.  

“You don’t get to choose everything you want to do in your life, (Y/N),” Lucius gritted through his teeth. “You’ve made a fool of me a million times over because I let you do what you wanted.”

You slumped back in your chair and huffed. Whatever your father wanted, he got. But what if there was a way to circumvent that? The wheels in your head began turning. What if it was improper to have Goyle here in the first place because—

“I’m not sure how my boyfriend would feel about that, honestly,” you said, swirling your wine nonchalantly like you hadn’t told the biggest lie in the world.  

And with that, three heads swung around and fixated on you.

“What did you say?” Narcissa asked, her curiosity visible on her face. “I’m not sure I heard correctly.”

“That I have a boyfriend and I’m not sure how he’d feel if he found out my father was trying to set me up with another man,” you responded.

“That’s impossible,” Draco stated. “You just said there was no man suitable for your standards.”

“In general, yes, of course,” you said. “But he’s different.”

“Who is ‘he’?” Draco asked, trying to get you to perjure yourself.

“Why wouldn’t he have come to the wedding?” Narcissa asked. You were lucky that her sudden interest superseded any of Draco’s questions.

“I wasn’t sure how well-received he’d be around such uptight people like Uncle Theo and the rest of our family,” you said. “And he’d would’ve drawn all the attention off Genevieve, which would’ve been disastrous given her constant need for it. Maybe you could meet him in a more intimate setting, like at this dinner father is suggesting we have.”

Lucius’s lip quirked. “And to what—”

“Advantage you’ll have? If you’re looking to better our family name, I assure you he will do a much better job than the Goyles ever could.”

You were so cool despite your frantically-beating heart that you were impressed with yourself. Who knew that deep-down, you could be a stone-cold Malfoy, too? Fred and George surely wouldn’t be impressed with that revelation.

“Fine,” Lucius finally ceded. “Invite him over in a fortnight. But I must warn you, (Y/N), if you do anything to embarrass the family name…”

“I understand, father,” you responded with your hands in the air. You knew the lecture by heart. “I’ll renounce the trust put in my name, and allow Draco inherit it instead.”

“And we’ll invite the Goyles over with the intention of courtship.”

Lucius thought you’d be upset about that, that it was a good enough threat to put you in line. But you didn’t care. You had the wealth of your own savings and the knowledge that Draco would always be your family’s favourite child. If your parents had it their way, Draco would inherit everything and he wouldn’t have to split it with their failure of a daughter. He was brilliant and golden; you were the runt.  Empty threats like that meant nothing to you.

“You’re a liar,” whispered Draco from beside you.

“I would never,” you shot back. “Just wait and see.”

“Oh, I’m just aching in anticipation,” he said. “To see how badly you’ll embarrass yourself.”

You rolled your eyes, and adjusted your posture on your seat as the main course, salmon and asparagus, was served by Dobby.

When dinner concluded, you ran up the stairs without a look back. When you were certain you were alone and that every single sound-proofing charm was cast on your room, you frantically opened your drawer. You pulled out a directory and slammed through the pages. Names of old classmates and acquaintances whipped past your vision, but no one seemed to fit what you were looking for: a fake boyfriend to get your parents to sod off for the rest of your life.

You were going to wage another Wizarding War if you asked your male friends who were dating or engaged to other women. And any of the boys you danced off at the country club certainly weren’t going to be on your side.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed, slamming the directory shut.

With a heavy sigh, you leaned back again the bed. You would figure this out tomorrow, if Fred and George could carve out some time for you.

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Ok what about a lil fic of Remus being snappy with his gf leading up to the full moon? Just some angst and then fluffy ending with them reconciling

thank u for ur request! —remus says something he shouldn't before the full moon, and later campaigns for your forgiveness with affection and a confession. fem!reader, 1.2k

Remus lays on the couch with his forearm pressed to his eyes. It's the day before the full moon, and he feels the hours approaching like a death sentence every time. You hover in the doorway, watching, unsure of how to help. He gets the same every month (or rather, every cycle). 

Irritable. So anxious he can't breathe properly, let alone enter conversation. 

You hate seeing him like this. Your Remus, who spends every moment you're together trying to make sure you're as happy as you can be. 

Cautious, you round the sofa to crouch by his face. You hold out your hand, trailing a gentle fingertip down the length of his arm, tripping over pinched skin ridged by scars. He's beautiful no matter what, but he gets insecure about how he looks every full moon. You know he thinks he's a monster. You've no way to prove it to him beyond this. 

"Hey, handsome," you say softly. "I know you're not hungry, but I made dinner anyway if you feel up to it. And I know," —you drop your voice to a near whisper— "I know you're not in the mood, but I'm here. I can sit here and stroke your hair in silence all night if that's what you want, my love. I'll do whatever you want." 

"Then leave me alone," he says. 

Half snap, half firm defeat. You wince at the ire in his voice. It won't ever be nice to have someone you love speak to you like you're getting on their nerves, but you know what it is he's facing. You know this is hard for him to cope with. You can forgive him for everything if he makes it through this in one piece. 

"Okay. I'm sorry. I love you, Remus." 

He turns his head toward the sofa cushions. 

You leave the room with a heavy heart. In the kitchen, you try to eat, but every mouthful makes you feel sick, your eyes welling with tears as you chew. You're hurt, he's hurting, and this really, really sucks. 

The smell of dinner starts to amplify the nausea. You grab your plate and carry it to the back door, scraping your leftovers straight into the rubbish. You wash your plate and leave it to drip dry on the draining board, your eyes burning. You sniff, wiping your nose in your sleeve. 

You're hoping desperately that Remus will come around before bed, but he stays where he is. Thinking he's finally found sleep and wanting to leave him to that blissful reprieve, you creep through the living room and down the hallway into the bedroom. Tears fall as you change into your pyjamas. You're so tired that you barely have time to cry yourself to sleep. 

You're not sure how much longer it is when you wake. A familiar hand cups your cheek. 

From the warmth of your skin, he's had his hand there for a while. 

"I'm so sorry," Remus says. 

You don't know how he knows you're awake. He must have been watching you long enough to spot the difference. Honestly, you're not sure you want to see him yet, because you love him so much, and it breaks your heart to be at the end of his disdain even when you know the cause. 

You struggle to see him in the dark. 

"I should never have spoken to you like that." 

Your eyes close of their own accord, exhausted and sore from crying. "You didn't mean it." 

"I wish you'd shout at me," he murmurs, sliding his hand over your ear. His thumb draws along the shell of your ear. 

"I'm too tired," you mumble. 

Remus' head shifts closer to yours. Sharing the same pillow, his hand falls to your shoulder, his arm wrapping around you, a firm bicep pressed to your front. 

You let yourself lean into it. His breath warms the space between your brows. 

"It's no excuse, but I… I can't think of anything else but the pain, sometimes. I get so angry about it, because I'm–" He stops short, swallowing audibly in the otherwise silent room. "I'm scared. But I would be a hundred times more terrified if I didn't have you, knowing you're there for me, unflinchingly, before and after it happens, it helps me get through it. It's not fair that you give me so much peace and I just… 

"I'm sorry, dove. I don't mean to take advantage of your… heart." He says heart like he's been winded. He hadn't sounded finished, but everything stops at that word. 

You force your eyes open. He's looking at you with an unspeakable amount of love, kind to keel you over if you were standing. His eyes are pitch black in the lack of light, irises melded with pupils, giving him an even sorrier gaze. You raise a sluggish hand to his where it rests behind your back and pull it back to your face. You miss his touch. 

"I love you," you say. 

"I know," he says, his jaw tensing in an attempt to stage off tears. "I love you, too." You watch them collect in the corners of his eyes, following one as it slides to rest in the dip of his nose bridge while he lies on his side like this. 

"So don't be sorry." 

"But I am sorry. I can't fathom why I think it's okay to treat you that way." 

"You don't think at all, Remus. I'm not being flippant, but you're busy worrying about the worst of it." You shake your head gently. His hand twitches against your cheek. "I don't blame you." 

"I know," he utters. 

You stare up at him as he sits enough to tower over you. His smile is sorry, in love and ashamed. You want to tell him how it doesn't matter, that it's okay, but you're thinking maybe you need him to say it first. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Remus, you only told me to leave you alone." 

"I need you to know that any other time, you're all that I want. You're everything. I couldn't ask for more than you. Please don't think I'm cruel," he pleads in a whisper. 

You lift your chin incrementally. "I'd never think that." 

His apology kiss is coddling. Like he's worried he'll hurt you, like he's holding back, he kisses you like you can't handle more than a chaste press of the lips. 

"I love you," he says into it. 

You lift your head to kiss him harder. You love him, and you won't break. You can be exactly as strong as he needs you to be, so long as love waits at the end of the night. 

"I love you." A huff of a laugh escapes him. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" Caution has his joke falling flat.

You nuzzle your cheek against his, knowing you'd forgiven him just as soon as he'd snapped. "If you let me stroke your hair. Did you eat your dinner?" 

"I'll eat it tomorrow," he says. A white lie, you both know, but he slides down further under the sheets so you can reach his head. 

You card your fingers through his hair until you've both fallen asleep. 

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Dark Marauders but not because they want to join the Dark Lord. Just imagine the Marauders saw in the war and then deciding "fuck it, being the good guys is not helping".

Just picture Sirius receiving Dumbledore's letter saying that Marlene had died. He couldn't handled it. Not anymore.

"Don't, Moony. Don't try to stop me" he said breathing heavily.

Remus just looks at him, his eyes foggy with something Sirius had never seen.

"I wasn't. Let me grab my coat. We're getting them"

And Sirius realized in that exact moment the reality of it all. Because they were going out to actually kill people and he didn't feel bad about it, he just felt a little worried something could happen to Remus.

Death Eaters are not hard to find. Not on those days, at least. They were everywhere. So Sirius could pick from a variety.

Lupin grabbed him before he could get to his wand with a simple "be smart". Then, the werewolf attacked the closest Death Eater. Sirius observed amazed how Remus (using the curse imperio) made the first Death Eater kill the others without a bit of remorse. Once he was finished, he withdrawed the curse making a theatrical bow.

"Your turn, my dear"

Sirius grinned and got closer to the trembling Death Eater, who was still recovering from what had just happened.

"You killed Marlene McKinnon. Now I'm going to kill you"

"Fuck off"

Sirius let out a husky laugh who only made the Death Eater stare in disbelief.

"Let those be your lasts words"

And he just killed him. His heart didn't flinch nor did his soul shatter. He hadn't lost anything, he had gained it. For the first time, he felt useful. He felt he was doing something.

The news fly and the next time Sirius got a letter from Dumbledore it was saying that they were getting out of line, taking unnecessary risks. Sirius let the letter burn in front of his eyes while Remus kissed his temple. They were doing the right thing. No one would convince him of the contrary when every time he killed a Death Eater, he was preventing someone else from getting a letter saying their loved ones were dead.

Some Death Eaters started to get scared. They weren't invencible after all. Other decided to make justice themselves and attack them in their own home. Remus was expecting that, he had already put every spell imaginable around the house to protect it, apart from some fun surprises that could be found if you broke into the house.

Peter appeared in their door just a few weeks later. Two months since they started their little killing spree.

Sirius was fast putting his wand under the shorter's chin and ready to kill him after he admitted to be with the Dark Lord. Remus was more patient. After all, he had always had the biggest soft spot for Wormtail.

"Explain yourself or I'll let Padfoot kill you. And let me be really clear when I say that I will enjoy it"

So Peter started talking. He taked about how scared he was, how every other pure blood family he knew took a knee for the Dark Lord, how his parents did it. He just wanted to be safe, to not be a coward for once.

But even in the Death Eaters, he was a corward because he didn't want to kill people.

"I didn't want Marlene dead. I loved her as much as you. She was my friend too" he said with conviction and Remus could see the honesty in his eyes.

"What made you change?" asked Remus with honest curiousity.

"How can we even know if he's telling the truth?" spat Sirius.

"I have a bit of veritaserum yet" mumbled Remus.

"I'll take it. Give it"

So Remus remade the question. That time knowing he couldn't lie.

"Now the Order is strong. I've heard about the dead Death Eaters. Everyone had. Now I really think we can win them and I don't want to be in the wrong side of history anymore"

"The Order isn't stronger" informed Sirius a little sad

"Then who has been killing all those Death Eaters?"

"We had" said Remus with a proud smile. "Pads and I. And a few other people who had joined us"

"Just you?" asked Peter, incapable of believing only a few people could do so much damage

"Dumbledore removed us from the Order a month ago"

"So you are by yourself?"

"Yeah. Mostly"

"I want to join. I have information. I'll be useful"

If they thought they were dangerous before, now they were unstopable.

Harry's birth only gave them a boost. Sirius became even more sadistic with his new godfather status.

"Pads, stop now" asked Remus seeing his husband torture a Death Eater. He wasn't scared nor preoccupied, just bored. They had been at it for a whole hour. "We have places to be"

"But Moony" he complained.

Peter took a step, killing the Death Eater with a second thought.

"C'mon, Pads, we can't make them wait forever" he mumbled.

Peter had changed the most. He became confident, he trusted his own habilities for the first time in his life. Remus had to admit that he got scared the first time the blond took a Death Eater (a woman whose name Remus couldn't remember) by the arm and broke it with a blank face, even before asking anything.

He was sweet around friends and seemed happy, so Remus didn't doubt his sanity.

James didn't participate in their little missions. He had wanted a few times, but never really had the courage in case he died and left Lily alone.

When Harry turned eight months old, he got a letter.

"It has Regulus' name" he said trying not to sound affected.

Sirius took the letter, examing it.

"Not his letter though. Someone else wrote it"

It took them a month and a half more to discover who had wrote after exchanging letters with the unknown guy. Barty showed up on his door. If James thought he was a madman in school, he was a thousand times worse now: his hair was long, careless, he twitched with every sound and his eyes had a darkness indescribable.

"You were in Azkaban" mumble James, not sure about how to proceed.

"Let me in" he asked, almost vibrating. "It's not safe out here"

"The house is guarded"

"I know. That's why you should let me in" he insisted.

"Barty, what are you doing here?"

"Regulus is dead" he started, his heart visibly broken. "Evan is dead. I escaped Azkaban and I'm going to make things right"

So James let him in. Because he had broken with Regulus three years ago, but the news were still devastating for him. James made him take veritaserum so he could be sure that he wasn't lying.

Barty explained the quest Regulus had started and died for. He told everything he knew about the horrocruxes and how the Dark Lord could finally be destroyed.

"Moody killed Rosier. Why do you want to be on his side?"

Barty twitched, the subject still fragile for him.

"I'm going to kill Moody slowly" he stated as a matter of fact. "But Regulus died trying to destroy that horrocrux and Evan helped him find it so they were sure the Dark Lord needs to be stopped. I believe in them. If this is the correct side so be it"

The new information only gave them more hope. Lily didn't really like it, but she understood when James repeated that he wanted to go out and fight.

Voldermort was losing followers and the resistance was gaining them. James was unstopable. Every Death Eater was scared of him, of how he could torture them until he got the information he wanted. He never killed, he just hurt enough so the wish he would kill them.

When the Dark Lord came, they were preppared. James fought with courage. He wouldn't have won if it wasn't for Peter, who showed up at the last minute and killed Voldemort from behind.

The wrote to the Order, telling them the great news.

"Unfortunately, you picked a different path from the Order. I'm afraid you all will face consecuences for your actions during this war" wrote back Dumbledore.

Lily laughed after reading it. Baby Harry sleeping in her arms.

"So we are by ourselves" she observed.

"Just where we started" stated Sirius with a shrug.

"If he wants us to be the bad guys. We'll be" informed Peter, his words not matching his soft appearance.

The Marauders spent half their time capturing (and killing) Death Eater who were set free after the war and the other half looking for horrocruxes.

Pandora explained to them the spell she was practicing to destroy the one Regulus had found and Remus joined her, helping with a spell that could have killed her in other circumstances.

Barty disappeared after the war, but he kept his promise off killing Moody. He was sent to Azkaban and, same as the first time, he managed to escape.

The Marauders are, at the same time, respected and feared. No one dared to arrest them but whispers followed them where they went.

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Leaving - Part 2 (Remus Lupin x Potter!reader)

Reader is James Potter's sister.

Warnings: injuries/wounds, I think that's it

Part 1

It had been weeks since Remus left your home. Through your kitchen window, you could see the first real snowstorm growing outside your cottage located on the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

After a restless night, the snow brought you comfort. Fall might be your favorite season but winter came in at a close second.

Deciding against your usual cup of tea, you began to grab the necessities to make hot chocolate. You had planned to spend the morning reading by your fireplace where you could watch the snowfall outside your living room window.

There was a knock at your door, so faint you almost didn't hear it. Opal chirped at the sound as you moved to the door located in the kitchen. You were met with a gust of cold winter air hitting your skin as you opened it. The chill that blew through your sweater was immediately forgotten when you noticed the tattered clothed, shivering man on your doorstep, looking as if he would collapse at any second.

"Remus" you let out a gasp as you rushed to support him, leading him inside.

"I'm sorry" you faintly heard him mumble before he groaned at the movement.

You rushed him to the chair in front of the fireplace, grabbing a knitted blanket to wrap around him. Bending down to his eye level you noticed very recent wounds on his face. Of course, you knew what had been last night. It was the reason you couldn't sleep. Thoughts of Remus alone during the full moon plagued your mind. You had to shake the thought of him going through his transformation alone from your head before your heart broke anymore for the man you have been in love with since 6th year.

"Remus" you spoke softly to get his attention. He slowly shifted his gaze from the crackling fire to your eyes.

"I'll go grab some gauze and a few potions to help with the healing while you warm up." he was too weak both from the horrible night and being in your presence again to argue, to ask you to just sit with him so he just nodded his head instead.

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You finished cleaning his wounds and wrapped gauze around his torso. As you put the roll of gauze on the coffee table, Remus settled back into the sofa.

"Do you want some hot chocolate, I was just about to make some before, well, you know" you asked motioning towards him, once again drawing his eyes away from the fire to meet yours.

"Oh, but you should probably rest, I know how rough those nights can be for you Rem, and..." before you could finish rambling he interrupted you with a weak smirk.

"Hot chocolate would be nice"

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After your cups of hot chocolate were finished you helped Remus move to lie down even though you argued that your bed would be better for a man as tall as him. His heart ached at the thought of sleeping in your bed again when he wasn't sure if you even still loved him. So he protested that he would be fine and that he couldn't be bothered with journeying up a flight of stairs, before mumbling that he also wanted to be near you.

Which leads you to where you are now, curled up on your armchair in front of the fireplace, reading your book. Perhaps glancing more often than you would ever admit to Remus's sleeping figure on your sofa.

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Leaving - Part 1 (Remus Lupin x Potter!reader)

Reader is James Potter's sister.

This is my first time posting any of my writings. It is not the best, but I just wanted to get it out there :)

Warnings: mentions of loss/death, crying

Part 2

Hogsmeade was finally beginning to feel like it had before the war. You had decided to travel to the shops while Remus stayed in your shared cottage on the outskirts of the village. You had some errands to run and you needed something to distract yourself.

It had been a little over a year since Voldemort had disappeared you lost your brother and many close friends to both death and betrayal. You were trying your best to keep moving forward. You had been fighting for custody over Harry since the war had ended. You and Sirius had been his godparents and you were trying desperately to fulfill one of James and Lilly's last wishes but the ministry hadn't budged since Dumbledore sent Harry off with Lilly's horrible muggle sister.

Your main stop was Dogweed and Deathcap to restock on some potions ingredients. On your way back to your cottage, you decided to buy some chocolate for Remus at Honeydukes and picked up some toffees for yourself.

When you returned home you walked into the kitchen and called out to Remus that you were back. Receiving no answer and assuming that he was lost in a book, you moved to put your bags on the counter. You grabbed some food to feed your owl, Opal, before looking through the post.

There was an already opened letter laying on top of the stack, addressed to you. Remus must have opened it, it wasn't uncommon for you to open each other's letters.

Dear Ms. Potter,

We regret to inform you that your request has been denied. You have been barred access and rights of guardianship over Harry Potter. The reasons for this denial have been listed below.

a) single-person income

b)closeness with known murder and You Know Who affiliate, Sirius Black

c)unregistered Animagus(although no charges are being pressed)

d)known affiliation with a lycanthrope

Sincerely,

Minster of Magic Millicent Bagnold

Headmaster of Hogwarts Albus Dumbledore

You couldn't believe this, after trying so hard to obtain guardianship of Harry all the ministry could give you was bullshit excuses. And to top it all, Dumbledore signed off on it. You had a death grip on the counter as you called out to Remus again.

Laying down the letter to go look for him you spotted something else on the counter. There beside the stack of mail was a napkin that had I'm sorry scribbled on it with unmistakable handwriting.

It was only then that you realized how unnaturally quiet the cottage was. Moving through your home looking for Remus you began noticing items misplaced and his belongings not where they were this morning. Your eyes were beginning to blur and your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. When you reached the bedroom it was unquestionable. Remus had left. It seemed he packed in a hurry and left you without saying goodbye. Without explaining, without talking to you. You didn't get to tell him that those were just bullshit excuses so that Dumbledore could have Harry stay with Lilly's sister. That he wasn't at fault, that he didn't cause this to happen.

Tears were streaming down your face as you collapsed onto the foot of your bed, wishing for him to come back home.

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*at the mall*

remus: i lost my friends, could i make an announcement?

worker: sure

remus: goodbye you little sh*ts

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— FURRY LITTLE SECRET

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: you find out remus has been keeping a huge secret from you, and only you.

warnings: mentions of bruises/wounds, best friends to lovers, shitty writing again sorry!

author’s note: i wrote this in one night from 1-6am and I’m certain it shows so apologies for the writing, here’s a little remus piece ♡

You were going to kill Remus Lupin.

Figuratively, of course, since you were kind of hopelessly in love with him since your second year at Hogwarts when he helped you get a book from the top shelf and you bonded over it being a shared favourite. But you digress.

He was meant to be your best friend. You like to think you were at least a close second to the marauders. But after your recent revelations, you doubted he even considered you a friend at all. Godric, you’re not an idiot! Sirius and James should definitely know this, considering you tutor them before every major exam (even though you always swear it’s the last time you’re going to do this, they know you don’t mean it).

You thought Remus knew you weren’t a fool too, but apparently his very obvious signs of being a werewolf were supposed to go right past you. Really, he goes missing once a month for two nights and turns up bruised and battered the next day and you’re meant to believe it was prank planning gone wrong. Sure, James, Sirius and Peter turn up with a few scratches themselves, but it’s never as bad as Remus. You wish you could just be angry with him, but images of how he turns up to the Great Hall after each transformation only tug at your heart in the most painful way possible and you think back to how worried you get.

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