ithinkweallsing

[ithinkweallsing]

Me, every time I read a fic where Sebastian is portrayed as a deeply in denial about his feelings simp:

[ithinkweallsing]

possessive teacher remus literally owns me, ahh it’s so good! amazing job!!!!!

Hiii can you please do a professor Remus x fem student where Remus gets jealous? But only if your comfortable with it.🤍

Amusement || Remus Lupin

Word Count: 3200

A/N: I'm writing again! I think. I hope. This is for the beautiful and talented Gilli @pinkandblueblurbs I hope that everyone on this planet has the pleasure of meeting someone as perfect as Gill if they are no fortunate enough to meet her themselves. I hope you enjoy this baby, I love you so much.

Warnings: reader is of age, professor x student reader, exhibitionism, I think slut is used like once, as are puppy, princess, and poppet. Don't mind the slight Trelawney slander, I have nothing against her. Oral (female receiving), a bit of fingering, tiny bit of thigh riding. I think that that is it.

You had to cover your mouth with the back of your hand to hide the ginormous smirk that had overtaken your face, though you were sure that your eyes alight with amusement gave you away.

Amusement really was the only thing you could take away from the situation you’d found yourself in.

Remus should’ve known better when he assigned a partner project, Gregory Mavis had been ogling you since the 4th year when you’d grown into your nose and started paying any sort of mind to your personal hygiene. The older man really should’ve known that Gregory would jump at the opportunity to be paired up with you. At the center of it all it really was just funny to you that Remus, your smart, almost dangerously so, boyfriend hadn’t seen it coming.

Over the past few years, you’d gotten used to clumsy winks, the grins that didn’t seem as effortless as you were sure they were meant to be, and how could you forget the clunky pickup lines that made your chest more contract than they did make it soar. But if you were to look past all that he really wasn’t all that bad. Maybe a bit lanky for your taste, his facial features still hadn’t quite refined as they promised to, and his hair was still left ungroomed but at his core, he had an undeniable boyish attractiveness.

Perhaps in a different life, the two of you would’ve been something but you couldn’t even bother to spare him a second glance, not when there was Remus.

You’d learned to find the humor in it all, something your boyfriend apparently had yet to.

Your eyes flitted from the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook splayed open on your desk to Remus’s desk in the front of the classroom. He too was seated behind his desk, leaning back in his chair while he tried to make it seem like he was actually paying any sort of mind to the paper he held in front of his face and not boring holes into the side of a certain 7th year’s head.

You worked to suppress a chuckle as Gregory tried his damned hardest to brush your arm in the most nonchalant way possible all the while failing miserably.

“So what do you think?” Your partner’s voice sounded in your ear, cracking midsentence. You were drawn to the idea of how Remus had sounded when he was about Gregory’s age, had his voice cracked too?

“Hmm?” You asked distractedly, struggling to pry your gaze away from Remus’ stoic, if scowling form, and to the knobby boy who sat next to you.

“About Dymphna Furmage’s proposal with the Cornwall Pixies…” The boy trailed off while watery blue eyes searched for yours, hoping that if he could catch them he may finally be able to catch your attention for more than a few seconds at a time.

“Oh um, well I think that after her experiences in Cornwall that she could’ve either been disastrously biased or maybe her experiences really are reason to take her opinion into account. It all depends on-”

You were cut off as a shadow loomed over you and the boy seated at the desk next to yours, “How are the two of you doing?”

The voice was so distinctly Remus that it sent shivers up your spine, that accompanied with his smell, chocolate, and the forest, and the candle he kept lit in his bedroom because when he was little his mother would light it before he fell asleep. She told him that it would ward off the nightmares of the moons and all of the pain that came with them that haunted a tiny Remus Lupin in his sleep.

“Well Sir,” Gregory smiled merrily up at his professor, “I was just wondering if we’ll have any more time during class to complete the project?”

“No Mr. Mavis, this class’ duration is all you’ll be granted, you and Ms. (Y/L/N) here will have to meet outside of class to complete anything you don’t today.”

If Gregory could sense the edge in Remus’s voice he was doing an excellent job at hiding it, “I know I wouldn’t mind that sir, I sure hope Ms. (Y/L/N) wouldn’t either.”

You nearly let out a groan at that but you managed to keep it contained as Remus sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw clenching at the teenaged boy’s rather sad attempt at flirting. If only he knew his audience.

“Well I’m glad Mr. Mavis because I’m afraid I’m going to have to cut class early today,” Directing his attention to the entirety of the class he spoke again, “That goes for all of you, take the day off early, enjoy your weekend. Just make sure that your projects are completed before next Thursday.”

Not a single person it seemed in the entire class hesitated before pushing their chairs out from their desks, the sounds of metal scraping against hardwood floors and student chatter quickly filling the room. Not a single person aside from Gregory, who remained seated next to you as you began packing away your supplies.

“Yes?” You asked, eyes sparing him a quick glance.

“When do you wanna finish the assignment?”

You were saved from needing to answer when Remus called for you, “Ms. (Y/L/N) if you could speak to me for a moment,” When Gregory made no move to exit the classroom he spoke again, “Mr. Mavis if you could leave us.”

With a grumbled “Of course Professor,” the boy quickly packed away his supplies, only ever slowing when he dropped his quill to the floor. Bending down to pick it up he seemed distracted by your legs as your school issued skirt fell well above the knee and did little to hide them.

All it took was a stern cough, no doubt fake, from Remus to propel Gregory back into action and it must’ve been the cold looks the older man was sending him because in a matter of seconds he was scurrying out the door, making sure that it latched behind him.

“What would you like to see me about Professor?” You asked once the room had been cleared, the lilt of amusement in your voice was impossible to hide and so it seemed as was Remus’ annoyance.

Whether it was at the situation itself or your unconcerned nature regarding it, no one could say. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

“You think this is funny do you?” The cool edge the man’s voice carried made it clear that he did not share in your amusement.

“No Sir, of course not,” No matter how hard you tried the words still came out between stifled giggles.

After so many years of dealing with Mavis’ awkward and failed attempts at charming you you’d learned not to take it so seriously, to find the enjoyment in watching this boy make a fool of himself as he desperately vyed for your affection, not knowing it already belonged to a man twice his age.

“Perhaps I should invite Professor Trelawney in here, let you watch while she shamelessly flirts with me. See how much you giggle then.”

Your grin slipped off your face at that, the entirety of the student population knew about the crush that the Divination professor sported for your boyfriend. Watching her bat her eyelashes at him from across the teacher’s table during meals was almost enough to make you lose your appetite and while you’d rather enjoyed her subject in years past you found yourself glad you’d decided not to take it for your N.E.W.T.S.

“It’s different with Gregory,” You all but whined, slipping out from behind your desk, making your way to the one at the front of the room where Remus stood, hips resting lazily against the mahogany wood.

“We’ve known each other for years, I’m used to it Remmy, s just a harmless schoolboy crush. He doesn’t actually like me, just wants to get into my pants.”

The truth your words carried brought dark storm clouds over the honey-hazel color of Remus’ eyes, darkening at the thought that anyone else viewed you in a sexual manner.

You could feel the waves of possessiveness radiating off of the werewolf as his eyes remained glued to your figure. You couldn’t find it within you to be embarrassed by how turned on that made you.

You’d positioned yourself so that you were standing in front of Remus, he pushed himself up so he wasn’t so much leaning against the desk, his long legs sprawled out in front of him had forced you to keep some distance from him but in this new position, he was able to tug you close to him.

“He touched you,” The words came out in what was almost a whisper as Remus’s hand grazed where Gregory’s had minutes before. The furrow between his brows and the subtle frown on his lips had your legs turning to mush as he studied your arm as though the boy had cut there.

His voice carried an almost sorrowful quality to it as his touch remained feather light.

“Just my arm Rem,” You murmured, trying to find Remus’ eyes.

When they finally met yours, tearing themselves away from where the soft black material of your robe draped over your skin, you saw the intensity swirling in his darkened irises.

Remus remained silent prompting you to speak again, “You know I’m gonna have to see him again to finish the project right?”

No matter how much the words irked Remus he knew you were right, your project was half done at best but he did not seem in the mood to see reason.

“No you won’t,” He said plainly, his voice carrying a certain finality you had not been expecting. Before you could voice your confusion to his words he spoke again, “You’re excused from the assignment I don’t want that little boy anywhere near you.”

The werewolf’s words came out in a growl as his strong arms wrapped around your waist, hands anchoring at the small of your back pulling you closer so that your chest was flush with his.

You weren’t sure if it was a conscious decision but his eyes trailed down to the top of your shirt where you were displaying a healthy amount of cleavage, a touch of pink lace visible at the right angle. You hadn’t realized that that was the view your partner had been getting but now that you noticed it you were sure it was all Remus had been thinking about.

“H-He sits behind me Rem, don’t know how much distance we can keep between the two of us.”

It didn’t appear as though Remus liked your answer because at your words his hands slid down to the curve of your ass where he squeezed the supple flesh over the material over your skirt.

“I’ll move his seat then, or maybe I should move yours, can sit up at my desk with me, on my lap. Would you like that puppy? Do you want all of your peers to see that you’re my good girl?”

The wave of arousal that coursed through you was undeniable causing you to shiver in your professor’s hold. A familiar knot began to tighten in your stomach as you contemplated his words.

You were embarrassed to admit the thought of everyone knowing that you were Remus’ gave you an undeniable thrill, walking around with hickeys proudly displayed on your neck and your chest, and for everyone to know just who caused them made your knees buckle.

Thankfully for you, there was no need to support yourself, Remus’ steady figure was perfect for you to lean your weight on.

“Or do you have something else in mind princess?” Remus leaned in, whispering the words in your ear before nipping at it, the borderline painful sensation enough to drag a pathetic whine out of you.

“Don’t wanna sit in your lap.”

“No?” The man asked when you trailed off, “What do you want then poppet?” He began grinding his hips into yours taking immense delight in knowing that it would only make it harder for you to answer him.

“I-I wanna-” You drew a sharp breath as Remus maneuvered his leg between yours, supporting your weight on his thigh while he used his hold on your hips and ass to grind you up and down his leg.

“Come on pup, tell me what you want.”

“Wanna kneel at your feet,” An image of you in your school uniform, skirt riding up dangerously high on your thighs, breasts spilling out of your top while Remus held your jaw tight in his hand, using his grip on you to angle your head upward to look at him flooded your mind.

A devious smirk overtook Remus’ face, perhaps a similar image was occupying his thoughts, his eyes lighting up not in a way that lessened the lust that clouded them but intensified it.

“That’d be a pretty sight wouldn’t it?” As he spoke his hand ventured from your hip to the hem of your skirt, slipping under the flimsy fabric to push aside your panties. Painfully slowly he dragged his finger through your sopping folds, barely brushing your clit, regardless it was enough to make you buck your hips.

Your needy response was met with what almost sounded like a snort, “Pathetic, but maybe it’d finally convince that boy to leave you alone. Show him how much of a slut you are for me.”

He slid you off of his leg before moving to clear his desk. Once there was a clear area for you to rest your bum he wordlessly lifted you up, patting your thigh before going around to the otherwise of the desk, pulling out a piece of parchment and his quill.

You sat fiddling with your fingers as Remus wordlessly jotted something down on the piece of paper, it took every piece of your being not to slip your hand into your panties and start playing with your pussy because Merlin that’s all you wanted to do.

It was already against the rules but you knew that after class today it might just send Remus over the edge. Even though being bent over and fucked mercilessly sounded heavenly you knew that no matter how much you begged you wouldn’t be granted permission to cum. It just wasn’t worth it.

You were drawn from your thoughts as you heard the distinct clink of metal, turning you saw Remus remove his owl from her cage next to his desk.

“There you go Lily,” He murmured, tucking the small envelope holding whatever note he’d previously scrawled down into the owl’s talons before opening the window to let the small creature fly away.

Curiosity got the better of you and you dared to open your mouth, the question of just what that note said eating up at you, “Cancelling a meeting?”

Remus tapped the top of your thigh, signaling for you to open your legs for him. You did so though it seemed that he wasn’t quite satisfied with your effort as he forced them apart further, his strong hands pressing against the insides of your thighs.

“More like scheduling one,” He responded absentmindedly, flipping up your skirt so that your panties were the only thing obstructing his view of your cunt. He didn’t need to see it to know that you were absolutely dripping, he could smell it.

Your brows furrowed at his cryptic response but soon your thoughts were drawn back to the man situated between your legs as he inched the fabric covering your pussy over to the side.

“Godric you’re dripping,” Remus exclaimed, almost as if he was offended by your arousal.

“W-What do you mean scheduling one?” You inquired as you lifted your hips for Remus so he could expertly slide your panties off of you and abandon them heaven knows where in the classroom.

Your eyes tracked his figure as he sunk to his knees in front of you, you felt a tingle of excitement run down your spine, no one gave head like Remus.

Diving right in Remus dragged the flat of his tongue from your slick opening to your clit, his hands soon found your thighs as you bucked into his mouth, his grip kept your hips down on the desk. The message was clear: you were to be a good girl, and good girls take what they’re given.

Quicker than you could register Remus’ fingers replaced his tongue, pinching your clit before finding their way back down to your entrance. Without warning he pushed in two fingers and began pushing them in and out of you, smirking as your walls squeezed around them.

“That letter was addressed to Mr. Mavis, he should be here within the next few minutes, in the meantime I’ll be sure to distract you,” Accentuating his words he turned his head suck a dark purple hickey on the supple skin of your thigh.

You threw your head back at the sensation, eyes clenched shut as you struggled on his source of pleasure to focus on, his fingers inside of you or his lips on you.

A sharp smack hit the inside of your thigh, “Look at me when I’m making you feel good princess, it’s rude not to.”

“M sorry,” You murmured, your cheeks ablaze with embarrassment.

“Now you’re not allowed to cum until he gets here Puppy but once he does want you to cum over and over again as much as you want, show him how good I can make you feel, yeah?”

You nodded your head fervently, though the idea of the boy who’d been crushing on you for years, the boy you sat next to in so many classes, seeing you coming apart on your shared professor’s tongue was absolutely mortifying it was also undeniably exciting.

Remus’ voice took on a starkly different tone, a softness carried in it not usually heard when he was fucking you, “If it’s too much Puppy we won’t do it,” He pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh on top of the hickey he’d left, “Gotta be comfortable with it, I won’t be mad if you wanna stop.”

“I know Remus, it’s okay, I wanna.”

His usual shit eating grin spread across his lips which were already dripping with your arousal, “Such a dirty slut,” He mocked before diving back into your cunt, working at it with his tongue like a man starved.

It never took Remus long to get you to the precipice of orgasm, especially when his tongue was involved. Maybe it was the anticipation of what to come that got you there so quickly but you had to actively work to suppress your climax wanting so desperately to be good for Remus.

You were saved from your efforts quicker than you’d anticipated as a knock sounded on the heavy wood door to the classroom.

“That should be our guest Puppy,” The simper on Remus’ face revealed just how much he was delighting in this, “You wanna call him in?”

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[ithinkweallsing]

yeah- i think that this should definitely be shared more

my take on emma watson and feminism.

I don’t think emma isn’t doing her best, there is just so much more that people need to talk about, and to make her the person you think back to for your feminism isn’t enough. I still stand with my point of Emma being a white, liberal type of feminist. She has done many great things, that much is true, but she still has faults. I do not think back to Emma Watson whenever I am thinking of feminism.

As a brown woman, I feel like she is not the face or person for me, I am not represented by her, and that is what it is. She is a leader, but not for everyone and often such leaders forget that people experience discrmination beyond just gender.

Emma is a step ahead of others like her. She does post and does a lot for minorities. A quick look at her instagram shows me that she is actively trying to learn and educate others more about racism and things that she is not herself affected by. My problem, like I mentioned before, is more her fanbase. The feminists that follow her forget to take into account marginalized communities and why exactly they are worse off than others. I feel as if my previous posts did not properly explain what exactly my point was. My argument was all over the place and I was struggling to find words.

What I meant to say is that there is a distinct difference in the types of activists out there. There are white ones that fail to notice how damaging their activism can be, and there are people that understand there is more to feminism than just gender. There are feminists that slap on a estrogen symbol onto their shirts and think they are setting the curve. Feminists that buy pink water bottles with captions saying text like “girlboss!” that think they are single handedly destroying male privilege.

For example think about the free the nipple movement. I feel like this movement is empowering, sure, but it barely grazes the top of the real issues. Or sometimes i think about how white women get praised for showing body hair, but once again this is surface level stuff. White liberal women often focus on these minor issues. They leave the intersectionality out of their fights for a better future.

They think feminism is all about girls being the same as boys, and girls breaking stereotypes such as being “weaker.” This is not wrong, but thinking about it in the grand scale of things, I feel as if people of color are left out. Maybe that is why I am so bothered by another white woman leading a movement of a large chunk of people. These people often forget that I exist and how I struggle differently than them.

Compare a white cis gendered woman to a brown trans woman. The white women would be affected by her gender, and the brown woman would be affected by race AND her gender. The white woman might experience some harassment, but since she is white, it’s more likely that the authorities will listen to her. The brown woman however would be more susceptible to hate crimes. She would not easily get the help of authorities due to systemic racism in the police force and other major establishments. The brown woman would not be able to hide her race, how a white person could their sexuality.

Now the brown person could always tell the white woman their story, they could share the trauma they have faced, and all that they have been through. Still that white women will never understand. They can empathize, but they will never live it. So why not just hear the story from the person who has lived it? Why is it valid once it comes out the mouth of someone white?

I want to say once more that Emma is not the problem, it’s the people that use only her to advocate for their beliefs. There are so many people and women of color that can educate you on their experiences with living in a world that is not only dominated by males, but dominated by white people as well. Instead of hearing it all from Emma, I feel as though people should make an effort to get it straight from the source.

I feel rude awfully when I point out the faults in such people, because I feel as if I’m not being grateful enough. At least they are not racist and misogynistic. Things could be so much worse, but things could also be so much better if we added more diversity in such movements. There are many articles out there that can explain the point I am trying to make much better than I can. Feel free to research them and understand why white feminism is harmful.

[ithinkweallsing]

so i’m trying to write something for Regulus Black, and came to the realization that i know jack shit abt his character- so if anyone knows anything about him i am begging you to message me

[ithinkweallsing]

Happy Birthday Remus

A/N- So I found out last night that it was Lupin’s birthday today (3/10) and that prompted me to bang this out at about 11 pm last night. Kind of a weird post after nothing for a month and kind of a shit post, but here it is, enjoy!

Summary- Remus wanted to forget that it was his birthday, but you and the Marauders had other ideas. 

TW- mentions of food, and slight mentions of alcohol/cursing and self-confidence issues. 

WC- about 2K

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“Y/n? I got the butter and the sugar, but I don’t know why we need it because I thought we got take-away.”

Remus’ eyes widened at the sight of his friends and family in your small home and he dropped the reusable canvas bag you insisted on using as he closed the door behind him. You stood in the front of everyone else with a slightly nervous smile.

“Surprise! Happy birthday Remus!” everyone shouted.

“We all wanted to celebrate together,” you said.

“Yeah mate, Y/n told us that you were going to do boring old take-away alone for your big 24, and me and ol’ Prongsie here thought, ‘Well that’s just unacceptable, Moony will not be letting his birthday pass quietly,’” Sirius said, giving Remus a glass of something that smelled far too strongly of liquor.

“So, we helped Y/n get you out of the house, and with the help of this bad boy,” James added, swinging his wand around, “we got the place in tip-top shape,” he finished, taking a swig from his own glass.

“I hope you don’t mind, they really wanted to celebrate with you,” You rushed to explain, “and I know that you wanted to keep it small this year but-”

“Thank you, y/n,” Remus cut you off, gently placing his hand in yours with a smile.

“Hey now, don’t forget about the rest of us mate,” James cut in with an indignant huff. Lily quickly swatted his head. “Oi Evans!” he complained, rubbing the back of his head. She responded with a shake of her head and a small, exasperated smile.

“Although there isn’t anything special about 24, I appreciate you doing this for me,” Remus said.

“Happy birthday Remus. Fair warning, they went a little overboard, you know how Sirius is with balloons,” Lily whispered, engulfing him in a hug.  

You smiled and led Remus past your entryway into the living room. His eyes widened at the sight he was presented with.

Forest-green balloons with streamers trailing from them littered the ceiling, with bunches at every doorway and window. There were large bunches of flowers and greenery on the tables and most of the flat surfaces in your home. Light shone from the fire in the fireplace and the strings of lights draped around the room. It made your home look enchanting, like a scene from a fairy-tale. Soft music flowed from seemingly everywhere as his eyes took in the scene around him.

“Wow.”

“Right? Let me tell you those balloons, man. Every single one of them, Y/n showed me how to do it without the charm and I must say, it’s much better the muggle way, and your girl has got a pair of lungs mate,” Sirius said, nudging Remus.

You grinned in response. “Oh please, it wasn’t that bad, Sirius just doesn’t want to admit that he almost fainted 10 minutes into blowing them up”.

Sirius looked at you aghast. “How dare you, I told you that I was having allergies.”

James chuckled. “Sure, just keep telling yourself that mate.”

Everyone laughed and James and Lily started passing out glasses to the others as people started chatting and catching up among themselves.

Life had been hectic, and it’d been too long since everyone had gotten together. Soon the space was filled with voices and laughter as people conversed.

People came up to him with birthday wishes which he accepted graciously. Remus slid one hand around your waist and held you to his side, and his glass in the other. On your hip, he drew soothing circles as you mingled. You leaned into him as you talked with Alice, and him with Frank.

The table was full of various dishes that people brought. You hadn’t wanted Remus to feel awkward opening gifts, so instead you had opted for a potluck style; instead of gifts, people brought food. The mouth-watering smells from the table had you and Remus eagerly filling your plates, complimenting those that brought the delicious food.

“Ugh, I need to get that recipe from Alice, these are to die for,” you said, as you took a bite of roast potatoes with a hum of satisfaction.

Remus agreed, nodding with his mouth full of garlic bread. You couldn’t resist giving him a kiss on the cheek. He looked at you, swallowed and smiled. He started to say, “Y/n, I” when he got interrupted, or rather, distracted by something. You turned to see what caused Remus to stop mid-sentence and couldn’t help bursting out laughing. Sirius and James were half-dancing in the living room. Arms flailing and legs awkwardly bending, James looked like a drowning bird. Sirius jumped around, strangely on-beat with him.

“Oh god, I hope Lily sees this,” you said, laughing and tears running down your face.

Remus roared with laughter, half at their antics and half at your response. “Oh, I don’t think she’ll let either of them forget it for a long time,” he said with a shit-eating grin.

You eventually composed yourselves enough to finish your food and you took both of your plates to the sink to clean later. When you returned, Sirius and James were attempting to force Remus to dance with them.

He looked at them with uncertainty, then downing the rest of his drink, stood to follow them, but not before stepping back to peck your forehead.

“Go, I’m excited to see you dance Rem,” you said with a twinkle in your eye.

He followed James and Sirius to the makeshift dance floor, joining the small group gathered, and you watched fondly from your seat, sipping your drink.

Eventually, Lily and Marlene took you to the kitchen to prepare Remus’ last surprise.

Returning to your previously-occupied seat, Remus glanced around, wondering where you had disappeared to. He took a sip from a fresh drink and looked around for you, coming up empty-handed.

Suddenly, James and Sirius appeared around him again.

Sirius loudly banged the side of his glass with a spoon. “Attention everyone!” he shouted. “We just wanted to thank everyone for coming to Remus’ party and for all your contributions and we wanted everyone to personally help wish him happy birthday with-”

You and Lily came out balancing a massive chocolate cake, with ‘Happy Birthday Remus’ written on it in and 24, tiny, green birthday candles on the top.

James began slowly singing, “Happy birthday to you…”

Everyone joined in. “Happy birthday to you!”

“Happy birthday dear Remus.” He saw you sing softly, with a smile and furrowed brow on your face as you concentrate on moving the cake to the table.

“Happy birthday to you.” The song finishes with you and Lily placing the cake in front of him.

He thought for a second, what could he possibly wish for when everything he needed was standing in front of him, waiting with anticipation for him to blow out his rapidly-melting candles.

I wish that I can remember this, this moment, this family, and this feeling for the rest of my life, he thought to himself. He quickly blew out the candles and everyone cheered.

The cake was cut and passed around and there was a lull in conversation as people grabbed their cake and settled down.

“Y/n you made this?” James asked once everyone was seated on the floor with a piece of cake.

You chuckled at his incredulous look. “Yup, that was me, I can’t cook, but I have perfected this cake and that’s about it.”

Remus sighed in content. “You haven’t made this cake in so long I almost forgot how good it was”.

Gasping, you set your cake down dramatically. “Oh no, that’s a sign of a serious problem here. You’re already forgetting things,” you finished with a playful roll of your eyes.

Everyone laughed at your exchange, and Remus pulled you closer to him. There was a smudge of chocolate icing on the corner of his soft, pink lips and you couldn’t resist kissing the chocolate off.

“My eyes! At least wait until the party is over!” Sirius exclaimed, laughing as you flipped him off in response.

The rest of the night was spent talking, laughing, and enjoying the company of your friends.

At the end of the night, everyone else had left and James, Lily, and Sirius were just finishing saying their goodbyes, putting their coats on, and giving both of you one last tight hug. They ducked out and smiled as the door swung closed behind them.

You and Remus stood in the front hall with his arms wrapped around you as you stayed still in the after-party quiet. At some point, the music had changed to smooth jazz which now enveloped you as you embraced. Neither of you spoke; there was no need to.

Minutes, hours, later you reluctantly pulled away from him to begin cleaning up from the party. You cleared discarded plates and glasses, stacking them and with a wave of your wand as they began to wash themselves and organize neatly on the drainboard. Remus joined you and you worked in comfortable silence. There actually wasn’t much to do because Lily had insisted on doing most of towards the end of the night.

“Lily put that trash bag away, it can wait until later.”

“Y/n, I’m just going to do a quick sweep and pick up some of the rubbish for the bin.”

“I see that, and I told you to put it down. I’ll do it after the party, come on, lets go join the boys.”

She reluctantly put the bag away but waved her wand on the way out for the leftovers to tidy themselves and settle in the fridge.

Shortly after, you and Remus settled on the couch together, watching the dying fire. You cuddled into his side.

He tilted your head up to look at you. His gaze was adoring and soft.

“Thank you, Y/n, for this,” he murmured. “It wasn’t what I was expecting but I am so grateful that you did it.”

You smiled at him softly. “Of course, Rem - I hope you liked it. I know that you don’t like celebrating your birthday but-” You take a deep breath. “You deserve this and so much more. You deserve to enjoy and look forward to your birthday and celebrate with your friends, with me.”

You paused for a moment, just taking him in. The slight scars across the nose dusted with freckles. His piercing eyes that could never decide on one color to be. “I love you so much Rem, and I can’t wait for more birthdays and Christmas’ and everything in between with you,” you continued earnestly, eyes full of hope and love.

He looked at you with tears shining in his eyes. “I love you too y/n. You have given me more than I think I deserve.”

“I-”

“Please let me finish,” he said, cutting your protest short. He paused before saying, “Because of you, I have learned how to love and that I am worthy of your love, or any love. I don’t promise that I’ll believe it every day, but you make me want to try. You make me want to try and be more than what I think of myself on the full moon and you make me want to believe that I am more.” He took a deep breath and looked at you wearily, as if he were worried about how you would respond.

You didn’t want him to worry. There was nothing for him to worry about. Instead of responding, you wrapped your arms around his waist and crushed him to you, forcing the love that you felt into him without words. He returned the embrace just as tight, willing the same thing.

It truly was a happy birthday, Remus thought to himself.

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Last Updated- 3/10/2021

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Remus Lupin 

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A pinch of her Luck - Snapefiction

A/N: This one is different of my usual writing Themes but I hope you like it! Have the best day ! 😊💕

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️

Word count: 2962

TW: Mention of Abuse, Divorce, Pain and physical injuries

A pinch of her Luck

Minerva McGongall was a kind and humble person. Growing up she always showed big pride in her Actions whenever she stood up for someone else or sometimes even herself. But her Pride never took over her humbleness. Her sweet ability to cherish the small things in life that felt way greater than they were to anybody else around her. She was able to see what people could turn into. What they could grow to be. That’s what has gotten her the Position as the head of her House. Everyone could tell that she was a true Gryffindor, her actions never proved them wrong.

,,And again! Gryffindor won the House Cup! Minerva, you really did a good Job as their Mentor.“ Slughorn, the Head of Slytherin gratulated her. Smiling she just raised her Glas as his clumpy Hand patted her shoulder slightly.

,,You need to spill the Tea on what’s your trick! Tell me or I´ll get some Veritaseum.“ He joked before he laughed and turned to Albus to get another Glas of wine. Knowing that everyone was having a good time and there was no bad blood because Gryffindor had won again she felt the most secure than ever. She wasn’t surronded by colleagues she thought while watching them celebrate with her in that red decorated room. They grew to become her closest friends.

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Sick Day

Remus Lupin x Gender Neutral Reader Sick Fic

Word Count- 1.5K 

A/N- I don’t own Harry Potter or Jane Eyre, all rights reserved to Charlotte Brontë and JKR (but also fuck JKR) This is my first attempts at a gender neutral reader so if I made a mistake please let me know! Let me know if you want to be on my tag list!

Warnings- light swearing

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Your head ached. The pounding started when you woke up this morning. You felt under the weather yesterday but figured it was just a one-off and went to bed early hoping to sleep any illness away. Then, early this morning: beating in your head, stuffed nose, and burn in your throat; the symptoms woke you up when it was still dark outside, and everything was still and quiet.

Remus slept beside you soundly, arm flung over his head with hair covering part of his face and the sheets twisted around his torso. Exiting the room, you were careful not to wake him; he slept so little as it is already. You silently padded to the bathroom to splash your clammy face with cold water. Then you moved to the kitchen where you got a glass of water and chugged it, the water only halfway removing the burn in your throat as you swallowed it down. You refilled the glass and went back to the bathroom, opening the medicine cabinet, pulling down bottles of aspirin and cold medicine. You quietly shook out 2 tablets of the aspirin and eagerly gulped them down, searching for any kind of relief for your pounding head. Then, you quickly took a dose of the cold medicine, grimacing at the taste and promptly finishing the glass of water.

On feather-light feet, you got back in bed where Remus shifted to wrap his arms around you and pulled you towards him, so his front was pressed against your back. You softly smiled and kissed his hand that had entangled itself with your own. Closing your eyes, you tried to sleep again.

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Groggily, you pulled yourself out of sleep. The pale light shining through the curtains indicated that several hours had passed from when you last woke up. Clammy, throat burning, and struggling to breathe through your nose, you pulled away from Remus’ still-sleeping form. The bed groaned as you got up and you winced. You once again went to the bathroom and frowned when you saw your messy hair and flushed cheeks looking back at you in the mirror. Your eyes were glazed over slightly with a sick haze and your head’s beating had become even worse despite sleeping, making it difficult to focus or concentrate on anything.

You moved to the living room, once again on a mission to be quiet and not wake Remus as he slept. Pulling a blanket from a nearby chair, you laid down on the couch and closed your eyes, all the while trying to ignore the pounding in your head, burn in your throat, and inability to breath properly. You shifted pointlessly, trying to make yourself more comfortable, for several minutes, until you finally gave up, and shakily rose in search of more aspirin. You popped 2 more tablets in your mouth and swallowed them down with water from the bathroom sink before straightening up with a sigh. You took another dose of cold medicine while you were at it and hoped that it would knock out the pain for at least a few more hours.

Once you were medicated and feeling slightly less dead on your feet, you moved back to the couch and tried to get as comfortable as possible with all your muscles aching. When your body finally settled, you slowly drifted off into a fitful sleep.

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The second time you woke up was to the sounds and smells of activity in the kitchen. You stretched, still feeling poorly, and got up, wrapping the blanket around your frail figure. Remus stood at the stove flipping pancakes while also monitoring bacon frying in a pan next to it; dishes scrubbed themselves clean in the sink. He looked at you with soft eyes, which quickly turned to full of concern.

“Morning love. Are you feeling well dear, the bed was empty and damp when I got up?” he asked.

You wrapped the blanket tighter around you. “I think I caught a cold at work,” you responded, a nasally tone to your voice that you hated.

“Aw love,” he cooed, “what do you need?”

“Ugh. A new heart, head, and pair of lungs?” you responded dryly.

“Well,” -he laughed- “I can’t promise you any of that, but what about breakfast, tea and cuddles?”

You paused, pretending to consider his offer, all the while knowing full well what you were going to say. But you were not ill enough to not mess with him at least a little bit. “It’s a very close second, but I suppose I can live with that Mr. Lupin,” you answered, smiling softly.

Remus, along with your help, finished up making breakfast and together you sat on the couch and ate. Both of you finished and with a wave of your wand the dishes started cleaning themselves quietly, leaving you and Remus to quickly change the sheets. Placing the last pillow at the head of the bed, Remus slipped his arm around your waist and gave you a loving squeeze.

“I’m going to run you a bath, alright love?” he said, removing his arm and walking to the bathroom. You heard him turn the tap on and shuffle about, humming softly to himself.

You looked on at him and can’t help but feel your heart swell. The love of your life was currently filling a bath for you in the home that you shared. You didn’t know how you got so lucky to be with someone like Remus, but you did know that you never wanted to let him go.

He came back into the room and moved to kneel in front of where you were now sitting on the edge of the bed. “Alright love, its ready. Come in whenever you feel ready, but maybe not too long because then the water will get cold,” he said with a slight smirk.

He tried to give you a quick kiss, but you moved away from him. “Remus! I’m going to get you sick! Besides, you should not want to kiss me right now, I look like shit.”

He smiled at you. “Darling, I think you look stunning all the time, I always want to kiss you and don’t worry about me getting sick, I have a strong immune system.”

Your already flushed cheeks went an even brighter pink, how did he always know exactly what to say?

He reached out to touch your cheek and you leaned into him, his cool hand feeling perfect on your clammy skin. He gave you a slow kiss and you broke away to look into his eyes. “I love you Remus, so much.”

“I love you too, y/n.”

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The bathwater was covered in a layer of foam that smelled faintly of lavender, rose and something earthy that was heavenly combined. You sighed as you sunk into the hot water, muscles relaxing and a pleasant warmth spreading throughout your body. Submerging deeper into the water, you could finally take a breath through your nose as the steam rising off the water worked its way into your senses. Scrubbing your body and hair free of sticky perspiration, you reluctantly got out of the bath, slightly shivering as you wrapped yourself in a towel that Remus had laid out on the counter next to the tub.

You walked into the bedroom to see that your boyfriend had turned the room into a verified care center. Extra plush blankets and pillows covered the bed and on top of the dresser were various remedies, medical and home-made. On your nightstand he had placed a cup of steaming tea, your trusty bottle of aspirin, and a small stack of your favorite muggle books, all within arm's reach from your side of the bed.

You almost started crying when you saw how much effort Remus put into making sure that you were ok and comfortable. He looked up at you when you came into the room and handed you your favorite pair of pajamas. Changing into a pair of grey sweatpants, and a cozy sweater, Remus settled into bed, watching you expectantly.

You changed quickly and followed his lead, settling into Remus’ side.

“How are you feeling love?” he asked, burying his face into your hair.

“Much better,” you hummed. “Thank you, for today, I really appreciate how much you did for me.”  

“Darling, it’s the least I could do, I will always be there for you,” he responded into your hair.

To hide the tears that threatened to spring free again you rasped with your sore throat, “Will you read to me?”  

“Of course, love.” You snuggled deeper into his side as he wrapped one arm around you and used to the other to hold the book. Once you were both comfortable, he started reading.

“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering…”

Minutes, hours, years later you started to fall asleep to the lull of Remus’ voice.

He noticed you fell asleep and carefully, so as not to disturb you, marked the place in the book, placed it on the nightstand. He twisted slightly to turn off the lights and pulled you closer to his chest. As he closed his eyes, he kissed your head.

“I love you.”

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Pairing: Severus Snape x reader (professor) 

Summary: You ask Severus for a favor and end up with more than just a simple potion. 

Genre: fluff 

Warnings: none 

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You lazily pulled open the door to Severus’ classroom and saw his dark figure behind a table of potion ingredients. It was cold and dark but by now you were used to it having been down in his little dungeon so many times. He didn’t look up as you approached him. You footsteps were instantly recognizable to Severus. 

“Sev, I was wondering if you had any Invigoration Draught,” You walked past the rows of empty desks towards Severus. “I had to stay up all night to finish grading assignments and I was hoping you could spare some to help me get through the day.” You let out a sigh and stood on the opposite end of the table. Severus seemed to be laser focused on the potion he was making. You yawned and rubbed your sleepy eyes in order to stay awake. “I can’t be expected to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts without first being able to master Defense Against Acute Exhaustion.” For a moment you could have sworn you saw a small smirk tug at his lips. However, you were quickly distracted by a strong scent hovering in the air. You inhaled softly. “Severus,did you bathe in cologne this morning? It’s quite strong.” You said absentmindedly. He froze almost suddenly and looked up. When your eyes met you paused, thinking you might have offended him but he began to speak. 

“I’ll give it to you,” He said. A wave of relief crashed onto you. 

“Thank you, Sev. I really appreciate it-”

“If you can answer this simple question.” He crossed his arms. 

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Promise

Remus Lupin x Fem Reader

Warning- mild depiction of violence/ blood 

A little angsty with a super fluffy ending, hurt/comfort 

WC- 3.1K 

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He was still gone. He should have been back by now.

What was taking him so long? Why was he not back yet? Oh god, what if he had gotten ambushed by Death Eaters?

Your thoughts raced as you anxiously paced the worn floorboards of your little apartment. Remus had been gone for weeks and you hadn’t heard anything. Of course, you couldn’t expect to hear anything from him, but you were still stressed.

You remembered what he said to you that night at Grimmauld Place when he had left for the mission. He had looked tired, but his face was still handsome and peppered with the pale scars that you kissed each night because you had to love them enough for the both of you when he couldn’t. The situation had seemed eerily ominous as you kissed him goodbye. You closed your eyes and pictured the conversation.

“Come home to me in one-piece, ok love?” You told him desperately as the rest of the group was getting ready to leave.

He looked up from his bag and directly into your eyes. “Of course, dear, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Do you promise?” You asked hesitantly.

“I promise on every chocolate bar in Honeydukes that I will be home in one piece for you darling,” He said with confidence.

You let out a strained laugh. “Well, if we’re swearing on Honeydukes chocolate I feel just fine,” you chuckle, momentarily distracted from the fact that he was about to leave for Merlin knows how long. He gave you a small hopeful smile, glad that he could hear your laugh again, if it really is for the last time.

“Do you have enough healing potions?” You asked worriedly, shuffling through your own handbag. “I might have a few extra that you should take-”

He put his hand on yours to cease your searching. “Yes dear, I have plenty, St. Mungos should be investigating your theft of their stores.”

“They can take the loss I’m sure,” You responded with a passive wave of your hand. You had been working at St. Mungos for the past 3 years and the head healer trusted your judgement.

“I lo- I’ll miss you,” He corrected himself, stopping before he could blurt out the words that he had been waiting for the right moment to say for the past two weeks.

You gave him one last tight hug. “I’ll miss you too,” You said into his shoulder. He gripped you tighter for a second before finally releasing and moving out with the rest of the group. Just before the door shut, he caught your eyes again and winked with a small smile. You gave a weak smile in return. Then, the door was shut and he was gone.

That was almost three weeks ago.

You knew you couldn’t be upset, especially with what was going on in the world right now. This stuff was bound to happen. Both of you were often away, leaving the other to worry and fret before eventually coming home to each other. You felt like an idiot, an anxious and stupid, idiot.

What if he never came back and you had never gotten the chance to say the big word to him?

You had of course known that you loved him; you had known for a while, but you were never sure when you were supposed to say it. Everyone always talks about the magic of hearing the love of your life say ‘I love you’ for the first time, but what if you had missed it now because you were too scared to say it to him before he left?

“What if he doesn’t come back?” You asked the empty space in a small voice.

He had never been gone this long, neither of you had. You had not been given any details about the mission for security reasons, the less people that knew the better, but you did know that it was dangerous. It felt different this time; you were used to sleeping next to him with his arms around you, giving you a warm embrace of security and comfort, or wrapping him in your arms to give him comfort after the full moon. You were not used to going without it, without him for this long. He would disappear for a few days around his time of the month, but this was different, there was no assurance that he was ok or that he was even alive.

You had taken to sleeping on the sofa, not that it mattered because you hardly slept anyways. The bags under your eyes were a token from your multiple restless nights, and the fog that had yet to clear from your mind served as a constant reminder of how much you needed him. A fog that only cleared after a Vitamix potion, taken for the sake of your patients at the hospital.

You wandered around your apartment in one of his sweaters, you didn’t live together but you had a fair amount of stuff in the other’s respective house. You had started wearing his sweaters when he was gone, not just on missions but during the full moon too, months ago, you could snuggle up in one and pretend that it was the same as being near him.

Sirius came to check in on you a few times, looking at you with pity and worry. Today was no exception.

“Why are you at my apartment Sirius?” You asked, opening the door with a frown on your face. You were grumpy to have been pulled away from your worrying, even if it was probably for the best that you took a break from pacing.

“Ugh, ‘apartment’,” He mocked in a phony-American accent as he moved past you and inside.

“Sirius, I moved here three years ago! I still say apartment, and aluminum foil and restroom because that’s how I speak and I’m not going to change. Now, do you need something, or did you just come to bug me again?” You snapped, closing the door behind you, and going towards him in the living room.

“Easy love” -he held his hands up in surrender- “I come in peace. I’m just here to check in on you. Moony would want you to take care of yourself while he’s gone. When was the last time you ate a full meal or slept in a bed?” He asked, giving you a once-over.

You shrugged dejectedly and sat down on the couch, staring at the unlit logs in the fireplace. “It doesn’t really matter does it?” You asked in a hopeless tone, your voice raising with your anxiety as you abruptly stood up. “I feel like I can’t focus not knowing he’s ok - I mean what if something happened to him?”

“Woah calm down doll, it’s no use working yourself up over something you can’t do anything about,” Sirius said, guiding you to sit back down on the couch.  

“Ok,” He continued, “I’m not really supposed to share mission details with anyone, but I mean, look at you.”

“Thanks Sirius,” You responded dryly, collapsing into the couch. Then it registered in your brain what he had said.  He had news about Remus? You sat up straighter.

“Alright out with it Pads, tell me what’s going on!” You exclaimed, turning your body fully towards him on the sofa.

“Apparently the mission is going well and they’re almost ready to come home. The last time we got an update, they had just found Dolohov and were preparing to strike.”

“When did you last get an update?” You asked anxiously.

“About 4 hours ago.”

“Are you serious?” You prodded, looking for more information about Remus.

“Well yes love, of course I’m Sirius, but I am a little offended that you don’t remember, especially after all these years,” He responded chuckling at his stupid pun.

You rolled your eyes. “So, when do you think that he’s coming back?” You asked, a new light shining in your eyes.

“I really shouldn’t be telling you this,” He said with a mock look of hurt on his face and a slight laugh. “I mean you didn’t even remember my name after all this time.”

You weren’t in the mood for jokes. “Sirius, please, this is the love of my life, I don’t know what I would do if something happened to him.”

His face dropped and he sat up straighter, fixing you with a searching look. “You really love him, don’t you?” He asked you, hands clasped together, his arms on his knees as he waited for your response.

“With my everything. He is my everything,” you mumbled, embarrassed, with a flush on your cheeks. You were embarrassed because neither of you had actually said the big word yet and the first person you were admitting it to outside your own stream of consciousness was Sirius Black.

Sirius looked at you with an unrecognizable expression on his face before sighing and saying, “Well doll, I’d say he’s pretty crazy about you too.”

You and Remus were fairly open with your affection and your devotion to each other, but hearing it come from Sirius, who had been basically family to Remus for years, meant a lot to you.

“Tell you what, how about you clean yourself up, and we can go to headquarters to wait for them to come back,” he said, standing up. He checked his watch and added, “Which should be pretty soon.”

You quickly stood and raced to the bathroom. You grimaced at yourself in the mirror before hopping into the shower and scrubbing yourself clean. Afterwards, you left the bathroom feeling refreshed and more at peace than you had in a while.

You quickly crossed the small hallway into your room that was basically yours and Remus’ room with how much he stayed over. After throwing on one of Remus’ sweaters and a pair of jeans, you put your hair up and walked out of the bedroom to find Sirius waiting by the door patiently. You slipped your wand into your back pocket and heaved a sigh.

“Let’s go,” you said.  

The two of you left your apartment and quickly walked into the alley behind your building. Sirius grabbed hold of your hand and apparated the both of you to the front door of Grimmauld Place. Once you landed, you let out a deep exhale and tried not to sway on the steps. Sirius looked at you and let go of your hand in favor of grabbing your arm instead to try and steady you.

“Thanks,” you replied, eyes clenched shut and body doubled over, desperately trying not to vomit all over the sidewalk. You hated apparating.

           Sirius ushered you inside gently and you immediately caught sight of Molly Weasley. She rushed over to you, looking at you up and down worriedly.

“Y/n look at you!” She gasped. “When was the last time you ate a proper meal? We’ve just finished up supper here but let me fix you a plate?” she said quickly, leading you to the table to sit down.

“Thank you, Molly. That would be wonderful,” you said gratefully.

You looked around at the table as Molly wandered off to the kitchen to get your food. Arthur was reading the newspaper, Fred and George were entertaining Ginny with an Extendable Ear, and Harry and Hermione were playing some muggle card game which Ron was watching with interest. Sirius sat down next to you as Molly set down two steaming plates with an aroma that made your mouth water. You both started eating and afterwards you felt much better.

“Thank you for the delicious food Molly,” you said as you pull out your wand to do the dishes.

“Oh, it’s not a problem dear,” she responded with a smile. “It looked like you could use it.”

You sat back down once the dishes were done, and Sirius began chatting with Arthur. You tried your best to pay attention to what the conversation was about, but your mind kept slipping back to the fact that Remus was almost home. Your knee bounced under the table and your eyes kept flicking to the door at any noise, hoping to see him walking through.

“Y/n…Y/n?” Arthur asked, and your eyes quickly moved to focus back on the conversation you were still kind of not really paying attention to.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Arthur, what were you saying?” you asked trying to reengage with him and Sirius.

Sirius just laughed and said, “Arthur, don’t bother asking her now, she’s too anxious for Moony’s return.”

You blushed. “I apologize Arthur. I think I’m just a touch distracted right now.”

Arthur just smiled knowingly and turned back to his conversation with Sirius, leaving you to your own thoughts and leg bouncing.

You were planning on telling Remus that you loved him. Him being gone made you think about how important he was to you and you wanted to tell him as soon as possible. Your thoughts clouded with worry, though. What if he doesn’t say it back? What if he doesn’t feel the same way that you do and it’s a huge mistake?

Maybe you should just wait and continue living the same way as before. That was working, it was working well, so why would you try to change that? you asked yourself, drowning in your own thoughts.

Sirius pulled you out of your reverie. “Calm down Y/n. You look like you’re going to combust or something,” he said with a concerned look on his face.

 You just shook your head and offered a small, grim smile. “Sirius what if he doesn’t feel the same way?” you whispered.

He looked at you and scoffed. “Y/n if you can’t see the way Moony looks at you then you must be blind. I have never seen him look at anyone the way that he looks at you,” he responded.

Well, that made you feel better, but before you could say anything, there was a commotion at the door.

You rushed to the sound and saw what you had been waiting to see for the past three weeks: Remus. Although, this wasn’t exactly how you pictured his homecoming.

He was standing in the doorway, supported by someone on either side of him, his body limp and weak. His hair and clothes were a mess and he looked like he was in desperate need of a hot bath, but still, he was there. He was alive.

Your eyes locked and he gave you a faint, weak smile. Without wasting another second, you rushed over to him, but when you reached out to touch his arm you gasped.

Remus’ arm was almost spliced clean off.

You looked on in horror at his mangled arm as he was rushed to one of the sofas by some of the others. Snapping out of your reverie, you immediately pulled out your wand and made your way to his side as others surrounded the sofa. You started muttering a healing spell and gave a silent sigh of relief as you saw his flesh starting to knit back together and mend. Molly Weasley handed you a bottle of dittany and after Remus’ arm was no longer in danger of falling off, you quickly unstopped the bottle of dittany and dripped it onto his arm, watching as the last traces of the, once horrific, wound disappeared. You looked up from his arm to him staring intently at you, with a soft smile on his face.

You quickly closed the bottle and performed a quick cleaning spell to remove the bloodstains from Remus’ clothes and the sofa.

He looked at you, that soft smile still on his face, and you reached out to gently brush away the hair that had fallen into his face.

“I missed you, y/n,” Remus said, softly.

“I missed you too, so much,” you responded, taking the hand on his non-injured arm into your own, squeezing softly. “How are you feeling Rem, do you want anything for the pain?” You asked, not confident that your healing was sufficient for him to be completely painless even after the reparation.

“No, it feels good as new y/n. Perks of dating a healer, I guess,” he said with a grin.

You rolled your eyes and took a moment to look at him. He looked tired, but he was looking at you with an expression that you couldn’t find words for.

Breaking eye contact, you cleared your throat slightly. “Let’s get you in bed, want to sleep at my place?” you asked, slightly aware of the others in the room.

“Yes, I cannot wait to sleep with you for the next week,” he responded with a smirk.

“Me neither,” you responded, laughing, some of the tension in your body dissipating at his ability to joke around. You stood and helped him up slowly, still worried about his arm, even though he assured you it’s perfectly fine. You both got ready to apparate while Sirius leaned on the wall, watching the two of you together with a slight smirk on his face.

“Glad you’re back safe and sound Moony,” he said. Remus gave him a smile and a nod as you both bade your goodbyes to the rest of the house and quickly apparated to the alley by your apartment.

You made your way into the apartment and dropped your stuff at the door, letting out a tired sigh. Once fully inside, you went to start a hot bath, but Remus stopped you before you could make it to the bathroom and engulfed you into a tight hug. Instinctually, your arms wrapped around his taller frame, holding him to you as you both breathed in each other’s presence. He stepped back and removed himself from your embrace to give you a once-over.

“Y/n are you ok? You look exhausted,” he said, concern lacing his voice.

You looked at him for a minute, just taking in the man before you, the man that you loved with every fiber of your being, and suddenly you couldn’t help yourself.

“I love you!” you blurted out. A hot blush rushed to your cheeks when you realized what you had just said, but you didn’t regret. Not one bit.

He looked at you, eyes widening, then a soft, dopey smile spread across his face.  

“I love you too.”

Your eyes widened at his response, and then you reached on your tiptoes to grab his face and guide it to yours. You kissed, soft, sweet and full of promise.

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Spilled Beans

Spilled Beans- Remus Lupin x Fem Reader

Coffee Shop AU- total fluff!

AN- Fair warning this is my first attempt at writing! I might try to do a second part, not totally sure!

y/n- your name

y/h/c- your hair color 

y/h/l- your hair length 

y/e/c- your eye color 

Word Count- 1.1K 

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He was here again.

Usually, he would walk in, wearing a well-loved knit sweater, and order his typical small black coffee before going to sit in the corner of the store. (The two big armchairs residing in his resident corner always seemed to be unoccupied when he would show up.) Sometimes he would bring in stacks of papers and scribble furiously on them, making you think that perhaps he was a teacher or professor.  

Other times though he would come in with a book and sit for hours, eyes flicking anxiously back and forth across the page as he becomes fully engrossed in the plot, casually biting his lower lip during nerve-wracking scenes.

You noticed these things a few weeks into your now-steady routine. You were determined to try and offer him something that was not as disgusting as black coffee. Today, he came in and greeted you with a soft smile as he walked up to the counter.

           “How about a caramel latte this time?” you asked hopefully.

           “No thanks, just a black coffee,” he responded with a slight grin.

           “I swear, one of these days I will get you to try something new,” you said with a slight chuckle.

You were never sure why, but there was an inexplicable draw you felt towards him that you couldn’t quite understand. You didn’t know anything about him, the magnetic guy in the back corner of the shop, other than his name of course, which you wrote on the side of his cup every time he came in - Remus.

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You were here, again, thank god. Y/n.

He was always worried that when he came in that you wouldn’t be here, but, unfailingly, every time he walked through the door, he would see your y/h/l y/h/c hair, and gorgeous y/e/c eyes. Eyes that seemed to keep thousands of secrets yet welcome him in explicably. He breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Not that he should be worried, since you had had the routine down for months now, but still. Every time he saw you behind the counter it made him feel like he was being enveloped in a warm hug or taking the first sip of a perfect mug of black coffee. He thought you looked perfect in your dark jeans and t-shirt with a black apron layered over, both emblazoned with the store logo.

His eyes followed you around the store as you worked, quickly glancing back down at his coffee or book when he could sense you turning to glance at him. Still, he couldn’t help himself. There was something there, something about you that made him look again every time you turned away.

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Fate would have it that this peaceful balance had to change.

Of course, this surface level discourse had to be disrupted one day. And it would make even more sense that it would be disrupted by your unparalleled talent for tripping over your own two left feet.

You were balancing several containers of new coffee beans, while desperately trying to see above the stack you were holding, and not run into anyone or anything. You were doing a passable job, until you weren’t.

You had a few feet ahead of you until you could set the large stack down, and of course that was when a customer suddenly sat up and pushed his chair back- right into your walking path. Unprepared for the interference, you dropped everything in your arms, getting shoved to your left by the impact of the chair and landing in another armchair to the side that happened to have a cute guy holding a cup of tepid black coffee occupying it.

As you crashed into the chair, a warm hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you from seriously injuring anything worse than your pride. The contact sent a spark down your spine that settled where the hand pressed into your side. The black coffee he had been holding slipped from his hand and down the front of your shirt.

“Oh shoot!” You yelped in surprise. You looked up at the rest of the man attached to the hand. It was him. Remus.

He looked at the coffee stains on you in shock and horror. “Oh dear, I am so sorry!” He exclaimed, quickly rushing to his feet, effectively moving you off, to look at the damage done by his black coffee. You glanced down for the first time, having been distracted by his glittering brown eyes and were met with a wet mark down the front of your apron. Thank god the apron was black or else this might’ve been even more embarrassing.

“Well, that’s unfortunate,” You stated matter-of-factly. His eyes widened at your nonchalant response to getting assaulted with coffee. “Those coffee beans will be hellacious to clean up.”

He looked down at the ground to see it covered in loose coffee beans, the containers open and face down on the floor.

“Are you alright?” He asked anxiously, worried that you were upset with him for staining your clothes and for grabbing you without permission. (ugh a respectful king)

“Yeah, for sure. Don’t worry about it,” You said. “You would be surprised at how often stuff like this happens to me.” You smiled. “The perils of the uncoordinated I suppose but usually I don’t have cute guys grabbing me when it happens.”

He blinked, looking confused.

“Thank you for catching me, I think that you saved me from a nasty fall,” You continued, looking up at him with a slight smile.

A slow smile spread across his face. “Of course, love, what kind of person would I be if I let beautiful women, quite literally falling for me, risk getting hurt?” He questioned, with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You blushed and looked down at the floor.

He cleared his throat and said, “I really am sorry about the coffee, I can pay for a replacement or I can get it dry cleaned, or-”

You cut him off with a laugh and responded, “No I don’t think that my t-shirt needs replacing or dry cleaning, maybe just a run through the wash will work, but you can take me to dinner if you want.” You blushed before adding, “Ya know, to make it up to me.”

He looked at you, shocked, as if he couldn’t believe you wanted to go out with him. Maybe he misheard you? You were certain that you had just asked him to dinner, but maybe he hadn’t gotten the message.

He stood there frozen before asking, “With me?” in an incredulous tone.

You shook your head and laughed at his disbelief. “Well yeah, I feel like I should get to know the guy that saved me from falling on my face,” You said.

“I would like that, a lot,” He admitted, a blush now staining his cheeks.

“Me too. Tomorrow, at 6, meet me here?” You asked.

“Sounds wonderful, tomorrow,” He responded.

Tomorrow.