#Furry Little Problem

[pseudowho]

Link to Furry Little Problem (where you, Nanami Kento's wife, are turned into a cat for a week) here!

And, a link to @yuutaguro's exquisite art for Part One

It had been almost a week since you had turned back into a human, and Kento had seen most traces of the four-paws-and-sharp-claws Cat You, bleed away.

Most, at least; what concerned Kento, was that you weren't completely normal. He could overlook the way you would turn, and turn, and turn on the spot before settling onto the sofa. He could forgive the way you would spin on a pinhead, phantom ears pricked and still as the grave, at every little noise past the front door.

Kento drew the line, however, when you shot up from the dining table mid dinner conversation, to run headfirst into the patio doors with a thud. The sparrow that had landed just outside twittered, and flew away, as you sat, dazed. Kento buried his face in his hands.

"I'm sure it's not that bad, Nanami," Shoko had tutted, inviting you both into her office. "I'm sure it will just...just take, uh..."

You had been forced to pause at the door, to bat and chew at the loping leaves of her little pot plant. As Kento, ever patient and gentle, guided you with whispered reassurances away from the pot plant, and to the sofa, Shoko's clipboard drooped.

You dug your nails into the couch for a few seconds, pricking it all over, before sitting down in your seat with a satisfied little wiggle, and a smile.

Shoko's eyes flicked from you, to Kento, to you, and began, awkward.

"Let's...get a baseline, shall we? See how much of the cat still remains." Shoko reached behind her, rustling in a bag, before placing something long and green on the table before you. "I have a cucumb--"

You shot into the air like you were on springs, landing with a crash behind Shoko's sofa. The room was silent. Shoko's cigarette idly smoked in her ashtray. Kento buried his fingers into his hair, his elbows on his knees.

"Tell me...uh...tell me some of your experiences from the Cat Week, please, Nyanyami--"

Kento glared at Shoko.

The top of your head rose slowly up from behind the sofa, staring at the cucumber with an unhealthy amount of suspicion.

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"Stop that," Kento snapped at you, pausing the movie. You, toe-beaned and glossy and sweet, tilted your furry little head sideways. Kento could almost see the question mark over your head as you stared at him, unblinking and eerie.

The room was dark, save for the little lamp in the corner. The movie sat, inanimate. Kento felt a prickle up his spine; the shadows were thrown long and the room felt many-eyed and still. Kento stared you down. You stared Kento down. Kento narrowed his eyes. You tilted your head to the other side. A clock ticked.

"Meow," you said.

"I mean it," rumbled Kento, stern, "stop it."

You blinked, and chirped, and turned back to the movie. Kento breathed out a shaky sigh, and restarted it.

Five minutes later, Kento dropped the remote with a clatter, cursing.

"Stop staring behind me-- there's nothing behind me-- that's it, we're going to bed--"

Your unwavering gaze into the gloom behind Kento, was interrupted by him picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. You chirped in protest.

"Mew-- meooooow--"

"I warned you, stop being creepy. It's bedtime for you, madam."

"Meow."

"Yes, I'll rub your tummy, just stop doing the thing--"

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"I'm recommending Ino for the initiative. I think it would be good experience for him, in his plan to progress to--to...darling, please--"

Kento's face on the computer screen was obscured first by furry little face, then a body that dragged hair across his chest, and finally a jaunty little tail, raised and flicking. The other Zoom call participants were silent as Kento lowered you to the floor, where you fizzled up at him in tiny irritation.

"I apologise," Kento sighed to awkward silence, "just my wife--"

Clatter-- clatter-- clack.

The screen flickered. The Zoom call expanded, and shrunk, and expanded, and shrunk, and finally ended. Kento leaned back in his chair, watching you settle on his keyboard. You batted at the mouse, until it landed with a sad little clatter onto the office floor.

You looked at Kento, all pink nose and innocence. Kento's eyes narrowed. He looked into your eyes, looking past the cat to the you within.

"...you know exactly what you're doing, don't you, you absolute terror--"

"Meow," you replied, rolling onto your back to keyboard clatter, and showing him your belly.

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"Meow--"

"--no, you listen to me-- you did that on purpose--"

"Mew--meow, mrrrrow--"

"--don't give me that, you always hated that tie-- awfully convenient--"

"Mew, mew, meow--"

The neighbour watched, slack-jawed and confused, as his neighbour argued with a cat over a brandished, shredded red tie.

What was stranger, was when the cat seemed to argue back. The neighbour's little pot plant overflowed, the watering can slack in his hand.

"--we shall have words when I'm home," Nanami clipped, handing the tie back to you with a glare. You took it in your teeth, imperious as you turned your furry little back to him.

And so began the rumour amongst the neighbours, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

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"Meow."

You bopped your head against Kento's shin. Gojo watched the vein throb in his temple.

"Meow."

You bopped your head onto Kento again, brushing up against his legs, and brushing, and brushing, and bopping your head. Kento ignored you, utterly steadfast. Gojo gulped.

"Ah, Nanami, I...I think she's hungry--"

"--she is not hungry, she's only just eaten breakfast--"

"Meow," you said. You dragged a plate to your usual spot at the dinner table with your teeth. You nosed a knife and fork into place next to it. You sat by it, staring at Kento. A few seconds passed. You pressed your paw to the middle of the plate, more insistent now, ticked off. "Meow."

Gojo felt a bead of sweat drop down his soul.

Kento spoke, uncharacteristically mild.

"You know, this is one part of her that's really not all that different to when she's human."

"Meow--"

"--yes, I'll get you a snack, give me a minute--"

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"Yo, Nanamin! A package arrived for you."

"Ahh, Yuuji. Good. Bring it to the staffroom, please."

A rip. A rustle. You, circling round Kento as he rummaged in a box. Your tail twitched, and flicked, excited, excited, excited--

Boff.

A big, glass fishbowl was placed onto the staffroom table. Thrilled, you sprung up, and promptly poured yourself into the bowl, your form melting to fill the space perfectly. Your head peeped out of the top of the bowl. You purred.

Kento looked delighted. Yuuji tried not to laugh.

"How, er...how much was that fishbowl, Nanamin?"

"It doesn't matter how much it cost. She likes it, don't you? Yes, you do. Yes you do."

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"Ex-excuse me, uhm...would you mind not hanging around outside the womens' bathrooms? We're starting to feel, uhm...uncomfortable."

Kento raised his eyebrows. He pushed his glasses up his nose. He bowed.

"I apologise. I assure you, I'm waiting for my wife--"

A toilet flushed behind closed doors. A scritch-scratch-scritch-scratch at the handle. The door edged open.

"Ah, there she is-- my apologies-- good afternoon--"

A cat ran out with toilet paper stuck to its back foot. Kento followed.

A small crowd of women turned to watch them leave, utterly perplexed.

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Kento arrived home with a sigh. The day had been long. His shoulders ached, heavy with the burden of work and worry, missing his wife, and he walked through the corridor, calling for you and--

"My lov-- Jesus Christ!"

You leapt out from the staircase, all four paws out in a clawed jazz-hands of death, and yowled at Kento, before skittering away.

Kento leant back against the wall, holding his chest, his glasses askew. He sounded so desperately weary, when he spoke.

"...please stop jumping out at me, you are ageing me--"

From somewhere deep inside the house, "Meow."

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Kento couldn't remember the last time he ran around his garden like this. But he did, running, panting, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie abandoned in the flowerbeds and a quirked little half-smile on his face.

He hid behind a forget-me-not blue Hydrangea, trying to silence his breaths, listening, and listening, and--

"Meow!"

Kento laughed, deep and husky, as you shot through the bushes, finding him in seconds. He burst out, running across the garden, and feeling you catch up fast, and jump onto his back, and--

Kento grabbed you, his hands huge and warm and gentle. He fell onto his back on the grass, holding you aloft, where you gazed down at him with as much love as a cat could gaze at a human. Except you weren't a cat, were you?

The sun shone your fur into effervescence. Kento sighed, suspending you in one hand and stroking your cheeks and whiskers with the other.

"This is...nice," he whispered. "Fun. We should...we should do this again. When you're back."

You dropped down onto his chest. You nuzzled your nose against his, over, and over, and over, your two front paws clutching his cheeks with joy.

Kento accepted your feline kisses with a faint sting of tears in his nose.

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"Perhaps there's something about her that always connected on a spiritual level with cats?"

Kento glared at Shoko. "Are you suggesting my wife is more feline than human?"

Shoko smirked. She looked over to you, curled up on the sofa, fast asleep, with Kento's tan suit jacket covering your body.

"She'll come back. Maybe she'll get her comeuppance one day, for all the trouble she caused you. But in the meantime...she's kind of cute."

Kento scoffed, stroking your hair behind your ear. He could have sworn he heard you purr.

"Nonsense. She was always cute."

[sharkinatimeloop]

Their yearmates have idly heard word of "Moony's 'furry little problem'" and rumors spread about what it means. The most popular being that he is the one smuggling a dog into the castle.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Furry Little Problem

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauders Era]

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Reader

Word Count: 1434

Rating: Teen

Summary: Remus has had a tough night and it's destined to get tougher.

Tags/ Warnings: Hogwarts, Secrets, Lycanthropy, Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Marauders, Marauders Era, Reader

Notes: told yall i was bored af

@idek-what-to-put Like x reader? Bc if so, then maybe you could do something where Remus’s partner finds out hes a werewolf

A werewolf. That was what your boyfriend was or at least that was the conclusion you had drawn. It had hit you like lightning, a thunder bolt coming from the blue as you sat in divination, staring at his empty seat as you listened to Professor Trelawney prattle on.  After coming down to breakfast to find his part of the bench empty you’d been missing him, his umpteenth unexplained trip to Madam Pomfrey mentioned to you by James who’d quickly turned back to his conversation when you’d enquired why. 

It wasn’t that you minded him being ill, you’d known him well before you got together so it wasn’t as if you were oblivious to his frequent disappearances but it was the unknown nature of them that irked you. It was the squirrelly dismissals or the tactful misdirections enacted by his friends that got to you. Because why wouldn’t he just trust you.  

Why did you have to find out about his condition by a chance mention of the moon and its cycles, causing realisation to come to you. Remus had been off all week and now he was missing and no doubt in the morning he’d be missing too, showing up at lessons midway through the day with some waffle about a dicky stomach or a bad headache. Every new scratch or scar he’d play off as being there for ages, when he let you see him bare which by itself was rare.  

Every month a new lie. 

A lie that was going to be generated any minute. You could hear them, the four of them climbing in through the portrait hole. Of course you weren’t surprised his friends knew about his condition, it had probably been harder to keep a secret in such close quarters, but that only irked you further. As did the way their gleeful faces appeared one by one into the common room

‘I thought for sure you were gonna get that baby rabbit,’ Sirius said giddily,’ it was lagging well behind the others.’

‘Don’t,’ Remus grumbled, ‘last time that happened I couldn’t eat meat for a week.’

‘Well it would be that or get in between you two and I don’t think-’ Peter had started to reply but he trailed off, walking directly into James who’d come to a halt in the middle of the room the second he’d spotted you.

The other three only took seconds to notice you after that. Remus looked ashen faced, the scowl on your face enough to make him want to vomit as if the thought of tearing a baby rabbit apart hadn’t already gotten him on edge.

‘Evening,’ Sirius said, recovering the quickest, ‘what are you doing up?’

‘I could ask you the same question,’ you replied, your eyes never leaving your boyfriend.

Oh just doing a prank,’ James said hastily, ‘you know us.’ 

‘Yeah?’ you challenged getting up from your seat and walking up to the messy haired boy who pushed his glasses back up his nose with nerves, ‘Remus well enough to do a prank is he? Because I thought he was in the hospital wing. Or was that last month's cover? Or what was it the month before? Detention right James?’

‘Sweetheart,’ Remus said thickly but you ignored him, looking amongst the other boys' faces as you said, ‘or are you all liars not just him?’

‘I er think we should probably let you handle this eh mate?’ James said, throwing you an awkward smile before he slunk around you followed by two sheepish friends who muttered their apologies before they disappeared up the staircase.

When you turned back to Remus he was watching you ashamedly, guilt in his big blue eyes before he dropped his gaze to his shoes only offering up a, ‘you know then.’

‘Where you’ve been?’ you asked, ‘or where you are every month?’

At that he looked up, gnawing on the inside of his cheek with guilt. You sighed, ‘yes Remus I know. And I know why.’

‘So that’s it then,’ he grumbled, moving to throw himself into one of the lumpy armchairs by the dimming fire.

‘What’s it?’ you asked irately.

‘We’re over I suppose,’ he said, not meeting your eye as he stared into the embers of the hearth.

‘Is that what you want?’ you asked, the aggression all but removed from your tone because the sentiment had knocked you off kilter. Sure you were annoyed but did he really think you were going to break up with him over this?

‘Well you’re not gonna want me now are you,’ he said.

‘Is that right?’ you asked, sitting down on the couch next to his chair which made him look at you. His face was hesitant, as if he knew he was in trouble but he wasn’t sure what for. But how could it not be his furry little problem that you were mad at. How could you possibly want to be with a monster like him? He’d been kidding himself thinking he could keep it from you for as long as he had, he’d just been too in love to deny himself you.

‘You,’ he started, sitting up as he tried to fathom it out, ‘you don’t want to dump me?’

‘Why would I want that?’ you asked.

‘Because I’m…well I’m…’

‘A werewolf?’ you asked pointedly, forcing his gaze to his lap as you sighed, ‘I know that and I don’t care. What I care about is the fact you felt you had to hide it from me. The fact that we have been together for months, that I’ve told you everything and you’ve never said a word! Don’t you trust me?’

‘Of course I do!’ Remus protested.

‘But not as much as Sirius? Or James? Or Peter? I didn’t escape my notice that you told them your secret,’ you challenged.

‘They guessed!’ he protested, ‘I didn’t want to tell them…I didn’t think they'd want anything to do with me but they have…they’ve stuck by me which is more than I could’ve ever asked for and more than I can ask of you-’

‘You’ve watched them accept you for who you are and yet you don’t think I would?’ you baulked.

‘Darling,’ Remus sighed.

‘Don’t darling me Remus!’ you snapped, ‘if you can't be bloody honest with me don’t bother with bloody pet names.’

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, moving to place his hand on your knee which forced you to look at him, his big blue eyes pleading and sorrowful, ‘I'm sorry I didn’t tell you I just…I didn’t want to lose you.’

‘You think I’m that shallow?’ you mumbled sadly.

‘I think life with a werewolf isn’t exactly what you signed up for,’ he replied as his thumb traced against the fabric of your jeans, ‘the boys think they get it. They’re there for me when I need them, the cover for me like the teachers do…they’ve even started coming with me. It's a long story,’ he said waving you off when he saw the panic in your face, ‘but they don’t get it. They’re there for me in a friend sort of way. They’re never gonna struggle to keep a job or be forced to go on a register. They’re never going to be exiled or looked down on for being my friend. But you…’

‘Isn't that my choice?’ you asked. Remus sighed but you ignored him, pushing him back towards the other side of the chair as you climbed on him wrapping yourself around him but moving so that you could see his face, ‘I'm not an idiot Remus. I know what it's like, what people are like, look at me!’ you protested as he turned his face away from you, ‘I know what it might mean but I love you.’

‘Sweetheart,’ he whispered.

‘I love the bones of you Remus Lupin,’ you said, ‘and I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.’

‘I’d have you forever,’ he whispered as he placed a hand on your thigh, his thumb dancing under the hem of your shirt against soft skin.

‘Good because I’m planning on it,’ you said leaning in to kiss him. You could feel him smiling against your lips and it turned into a grin as you pulled back and rolled your eyes.

‘Don’t think you're out of the woods though,’ you warned, pressing a finger into his jumper swathed chest. Remus raised an eyebrow, ‘I might be alright with this…’

‘Furry little secret?’ he offered.

‘Furry little secret,’ you agreed, ‘but don’t think for a second I’ll forget you’ve been lying to me all this time. You and those little friends of yours.’

‘I’ll make sure to let them know,’ Remus smirked.

‘Good. Because it’s not the big bad wolf they should be afraid of,’ you warned.

‘Oh I don’t doubt that,’ he chuckled.

[acry-4-help]

*quotes from my friends marauders edition*

*james trying to be supportive after a full moon*

james: you know why i have a really strong immune system?

remus: why?

james: it’s because i used to eat rocks!!

remus: james wtf

[cool-lesbian-is-here]

Marauders brain rot so bad that whenever I see a werewolf, I start to giggle bc in my mind that is remus John lupin at his time of the month 🤭🤭

[tsukiko31]

They so would have, no questiones asked. They probably did in some form. "Furry little problem" 🫢👀

Rip Sirius Black and James Potter, you would’ve loved screaming “YOU’RE THE ALPHA YOU’RE THE LEADER” to Remus Lupin.

[i-need-of-a-hobby]

sirius black would NEVER ask an angry girl if it's her time of the month.

he DOES, however, ask his boyfriend and brother constantly, and has been kicked by both for asking

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Sirius Black 🤝 James Potter

Bringing chocolate to their boyfriends on their respective times of the month

[accio-sriracha]

The Monster

Wolfstar ~ Prompt: The Shrieking Shack ~ Word Count: 419 ~ @wolfstarmicrofic

(Oops, my que was turned off)

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"I love you." Sirius whispered.

Remus shook his head, his hands cradled against his chest.

He couldn't speak, couldn't think, all of his mind was full of one thought alone.

I did this.

He stared at the wound on Sirius' side, at the bandages under his shirt.

Remus did that.

Remus hurt Sirius.

"I'm a monster." Remus' voice was filled with disgust, "You shouldn't love me."

"You're not a monster." Sirius stepped forward. Remus scrambled backwards,

"Please! Don't come any closer!" He tucked his hands tighter against his chest, keeping them away from Sirius, keeping them where they couldn't do any more harm, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You can't hurt me like this, Remus." He whispered, "It's okay. Just take a deep breath, look at your hands. Those are gentle hands, they turn pages in books and write with quills and spread jam on toast. Those hands won't hurt me."

Remus let Sirius' words wash over him.

These weren't claws. These weren't the hands of a monster.

These hands wouldn't hurt Sirius.

His expression must have prompted Sirius to come closer,

"I love you. And if the man I fell in love with is a monster-" He smiled, shrugging, "So be it."

"How can you love me like this? After I caused you pain..."

Sirius laughed. A soft, sweet sound that healed something inside of Remus he hadn't known was broken,

"I was born into pain, my love. I never knew what it felt like to be cared for until these hands showed me. They may have claws when the moon is full, but they have shown me more kindness than any others." He kissed each of his knuckles, "I will more than willingly take that risk to be loved by you forever."

"I love you, Sirius." Remus squeezed his hands, gently, the type of thing his claws couldn't do.

He wasn't a monster.

"I want to love you for the rest of my life." Remus continued, staring into that brilliant silver. He'd always known it would be his weakness. But not like this... Not in the way that he would give the world to keep it in his life forever.

Sirius chuckled softly, "Then stop trying to convince me that you're not good for me, and start accepting that I will love you for the rest of mine."

He pulled Remus into a hug.

And Remus didn't hurt him. He couldn't. He loved Sirius too much to ever hurt him like this.

Remus wasn't a monster.

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[pmpwbrrs]

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[pseudowho]

I only wish I had made Furry Little Problem (aka Mrs.Nyanyami) longer. I could write about AccidentalCat!Wife all day. Might do a series.

[s4ndg3m]

STILL thinking about this guy. i decided hes some kind of guardian thing for kids. hates everyone and everything but lil kiddos. sweetest thing in the world to the ones he's guarding

[sharkinatimeloop]

Remus is a Disney princess

The pull Remus feels towards animagi near the full moon also affects other animals. Random animals appear and attach themselves to him.

Remus, just trying to focus in class with a pigeon curled up in his nest of hair

[the-moon-is-out-to-get-me]

snape knows.

@here-and-a-deer @sob-dogstar @mentally-losing-it

[pandorasopenedbox3]

I saw someone say that young Andrew Garfield looks like he bit people and I think that’s so funny considering Remus Lupin’s lil situation

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

gay furry doodles under the cut 👍

eddie was NOT on the ball 2day