#I’m only glad that Remus is there to hold her

[aeteut]

THE BLACK HEIR HAS BEEN DISOWNED

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

My existence is a scandal. —Oscar Wilde

[bruisedboys]

remus who needs to make eye contact with reader when talking bc she has his full attention but she tries averting her gaze and he’s Tall so he does that thing where he bends his head down/chases her eyes so they maintain contact

ugh this!!!!!!!! he definitely does this, so hot of him honestly. I didn’t do justice to your idea at all but I gave it a shot!!!

rockstar!remus lupin x fem!reader

Remus gets off stage and he’s somehow a billion times hotter than he was two hours ago. It’s cruel. He’s the kind of handsome that begs to be looked at. You don’t blame his screaming fans. Not when you’d definitely be one of them if it weren’t for your lucky position of the bassists girlfriend.

“Hey,” Remus says, slinging his bass over his shoulder as he jogs towards you. His headset dangles around his neck, makeup smudged under his eyes and his hair in disarray, and yet he heads straight for you, brushing away a couple of techies who try to wave him down. He comes to a halt in front of you, still buzzing with onstage energy. “Can I hug you?”

“Yeah,” you nod, breathless and he’s only said a few words. He’s so handsome you can’t think straight. He hugs you hard, and you don’t even care that he’s sweating buckets. His arms cage you, strong and heavy, and he smells like sweat and musk, his cologne subtle but heady.

“You played amazing,” you tell him as his hands roam your back, one between your shoulder blades and another at the small of your back, pressing you in.

Remus pulls back, hot hands sliding to hold you by the shoulders. He squeezes you, calloused thumbs at your collar. He’s smiling so big you’re sure his cheeks hurt. “

“Cause I had my lucky charm,” he says, chucking you under the chin. “I’m so glad you came, pretty girl.”

Heat flares behind your cheeks. You can’t believe he’s real, can’t believe he’s this handsome and calling you pretty and telling you he’s glad you came to his show. As if you’d ever even think about being anywhere else tonight but here. You dip your head so you don’t have to look at his handsome face, opting instead for the dirty backstage floor.

“I’m glad I came too,” you mumble, toeing a rogue piece of confetti with the tip of your shoe.

Remus follows you down, bending to your height and tilting his head up so you’re forced to look him in the eyes. He’s gorgeous and he’s lovely and he’s so close you could kiss him.

“What did you say, sweetheart?” He asks, lips quirked, his mouth so close that his warm breath fans over your lips. “Can’t hear you when you get all shy like that.”

You groan. He’s awful. “I’m not shy,” you protest, though you are, especially with him. You stick your chin out in a show of fake confidence. “I said I’m glad I came too.”

Remus’ grins and thumbs your jaw, then cards a hand through his messy, sweaty hair. “Mm, I bet you are, sweetheart.”

You know he’s teasing. You don’t mind it as much as you should.

[moonstruckme]

love the doctor!remus content!!!

would love to read about him in a similar setting as the last request u did, where reader doesn’t tell him she‘s had to go to urgent care (maybe she lost her phone) and he‘s in his big scary attending mood but the moment he steps into the room and realizes reader is the patient he goes all concerned and cooing and all the interns are confused as to what happened to calm collected and kinda cool doctor lupin :((((

Thanks love!

cw: hospital, mention of stitches

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You can hear him talking as he moves down the line of small curtained-off rooms, your heart contracting at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice but too shy to interrupt him while he’s working. Remus’ tone is clipped and all business, and you can tell by how quickly his voice draws closer that he’s striding toward you in that brisk way he does when he’s busy. 

“This one’s already been treated,” he’s saying to someone, “so we’re just checking in before discharge. Let me ask some of the necessary questions first, and then we’ll ask the patient’s permission for you to ask some as well.” 

He looks nearly imposing as he whips open the curtain, clipboard in hand and a gaggle of what you guess must be residents on his heels. That all drains away, along with the blood in his face, when he sees you. “Dove?”

“Dove?” you hear one of the residents echo bemusedly. 

“Hi,” you say sheepishly. 

Remus steps toward where you sit on the bed, concern etched into the twin lines between his brows. “Honey, what happened? You” —he looks down at his clipboard, flustered— “you got stitches in your hand? What’d you need stitches in your hand for?” 

You glance between the many sets of eyes in the room, self-conscious in the face of so much attention. “I cut myself,” you answer quietly. 

Remus lowers the clipboard, looking devastated for you. “Why didn’t you call me?” he asks, but the reprimand in his tone is barely detectable behind all the fondness coating it. He holds out a hand. “Let me see.” 

You give him your hand obediently, doing your best to follow his example and ignore the murmurings from your small audience. He’s painstakingly careful as he removes the bandages to reveal your cut. It looks far better than it had when it had been bleeding all over your car on the drive over, but Remus still coos like it's the most grievous injury he’s seen in his career. 

“Seven stitches?” His lips turn down into a pout. “What’d you do to yourself, dovey?” 

You see one resident’s eyebrows fly up at the sappy pet name, exchanging a look with the one next to him. 

“I was trying to cut up the squash I bought last week,” you explain, unsure if you’re supposed to be talking to the room but directing your words only to your boyfriend, “and my knife slipped. I was going to call you when it wouldn't stop bleeding, but my phone died. I didn’t have time to charge it before I came.” 

Remus makes a gruff, reluctant sound of approval. “Well, I’m glad you came but I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you. Did it hurt very badly?” 

“Not really,” you lie quietly, but one of the residents behind you goes, “Doctor Lupin, is that one of the necessary questions we’re meant to be asking?” 

You flush, and Remus shifts modes in an instant, his look severe as he turns on the smart aleck. “No,” he says drily. “But this is still the portion where you’re meant to be quiet.” 

You sort of feel for the resident as they nod abashedly. Remus countenance warms again as he turns back towards you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he says, still cradling your injured hand in his.

“It wasn’t too bad.”

“Baby.” Remus’ brows scrunch together, the sympathy in his eyes almost too much for you to bear. “I can tell you’ve been crying, darling.” 

“Remus,” you chide embarrassedly, looking again to the residents gathered behind him. 

“Ah.” He drops a hand to your knee for an apologetic squeeze, turning to face your observers with more of an authoritative air. “Go find somewhere else to be,” he tells them. 

They scatter like mice, and Remus huffs when the last one out doesn’t shut the curtain, stepping away from you to draw it closed himself. 

“Sorry, I sort of forget they’re there sometimes,” he explains, but he’s already doubling down on the sweetness now that they’re gone, bringing your injured palm to his lips for a very, very gentle kiss. “Did you cry while they stitched you up, honey?” 

You might cry again now if he keeps looking at you like that. “A little,” you admit. “I was being a tad dramatic.” 

“I doubt that,” he says, thumb stroking lovingly over the line of stitches before picking up the bandage and beginning to rewrap it. “Hand wounds are no light thing. It probably bled a lot, hm?”

“There may be some cleanup waiting for me in both the kitchen and my car,” you joke. Remus gives you a small smile for your efforts. 

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it when I get home.” He finishes bandaging your hand and leans in to kiss your cheek. When he pulls back, his eyebrows have bunched again. “You’ve got mascara tracks on your cheeks,” he murmurs, cupping your face and brushing his thumb over the plane of your cheekbone. “S’breaking my heart.” 

“Sorry,” you say bashfully, and he rolls his eyes at you, pecking you again on the cheek like he can’t help himself. 

“What’re you sorry for, hm? Well,” he seems to reconsider, “you ought to be sorry about your knife skills, but that’s an apology you owe yourself, not me. I’ll be stowing all the knives where you can’t reach them from now on, by the way.” 

“First you’ll have to deal with all the residents you just disillusioned,” you tease him back. “Seems like they used to think you were cool and blase, but not anymore.” 

Remus shrugs. “People are multifaceted. If they didn’t know that already, then I taught them something today after all.” He gives you another soft look, though it’s far less worried than the others had been. “My poor darling,” he laments, setting his hands on either side of you to plant one final kiss on your forehead. “Rest here for a bit, and I’ll come get you in a few minutes, yeah?” 

“Okay, thanks,” you agree readily, happy to have a ride home considering the state you left your car in. “Gonna go try to restore your street cred with the residents?” 

“Dove, don’t be silly,” he says on his way out. “They worship me.” 

[empress-simps]

Missed Hints

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader CW: Language Genre: Fluff Summary: Remus Lupin wanted to make his feelings known; he is trying numerous ways to tell you, but you are simply quite oblivious to the poor boy’s advances.

Note: Am I a bit too obsessed with Rems? Probably. This one's a bit shorter than the rest. Enjoy reading! Pictures used are from Pinterest, credits to the owners!

Sometimes, all Remus wanted to do was run into a wall to knock himself out.

Maybe it’ll help formulate a reason why you couldn’t pick up his signals and actions that he wants to be more than friends. Please cut this poor boy some slack; he’s literally done everything he could to hint that he likes you.

The problem is that you are quite oblivious- being as dense as the castle walls in Hogwarts. Although this hasn’t stopped Remus from pursuing you after several pitiful (also quite funny) attempts, if anything, it made him work even harder to let you know he fancies you.

“Y/n, wait up!” Remus calls out to you, leaving his mates, who were whispering words of encouragement and ‘good luck’ to him. Hearing your name made you turn around, a book in your hand, as you smiled at the taller boy. “Remus, hi!” He smiled, walking beside you and settling in at the same pace as you. Suddenly, a friend of yours piped up, “Y/n, we have to go get something in the dorms; stay with Remus, yeah?” before you could even reply, they were rushing to leave. Remus could only blush as your friends shot him a thumbs up before escaping the scene, trying to stop the giggles escaping their mouths.

It was all up to him now.

“Erm, so how were the holidays?” he asked, trying to act casually as he placed his hands in his pockets. The question made you hum, your eyes lit up. "Oh, it was wonderful! We spent the holidays in Canada, lots of snow, I made a snow man and visited some parks.” She nods, holding her book closer to her chest, seemingly lost in thought. “It was also freezing.” Remus hums in agreement. “Is that so? I’m glad you had fun.” He smiles, and you both walk towards the great hall to have dinner.

You looked up at him with a bright smile and said, “Tell me about yours, Rems! I’m sure it was also fun.” Remus blushed, hearing his nickname roll off your tongue so casually. Even after all the years you’ve known each other, simply calling him by his nickname that you specially made for him has an effect that never faded away. “Well, it was just simple, really. I just stayed at James’ and had fun.” He shrugged his shoulders, smiling at you. He could care less about his holiday shenanigans, preferring you just talk his ear off about every little thing you did, he will absorb what you say word by word, like a sponge.

 "Well, James is quite an interesting person.” She hummed in agreement, Remus felt his eyebrow twitch, a small twinge similar to jealousy creeping up into him. What about him? Do you think he’s interesting too? Was Remus someone who could be worthy of your time?

 “Yeah, that bloke was conjuring up some pranks to pull this year.”

You let out a small giggle and oh merlin please take the poor boy to Madame Pomfrey because he thinks his poor heart can’t handle all the feelings he has towards you. Remus Lupin is such a simp.

He clears his throat, trying to muster up some courage as he asks you the million-galleon question. “So, are you free tomorrow? It’s Hogsmeade day.” Remus smiles, thankfully, his clammy hands are kept under his pockets, making his nervousness almost unnoticeable. Your eyes lit up “Oh! I forgot, but yes, I am free tomorrow.” Remus saw his chance and took it. “Great, how about we hang out in Three Broomsticks?”

For Merlin’s sake, please make this turn into Lupin’s favor. He’s done too many ways to confess to your clueless self.

“That would be fantastic! I can bring my friends along, and you can bring James, Sirius, and Peter too!” you clapped your hands excitedly, not noticing how the werewolf visibly deflated as you exclaimed. Right, might as well reject him right now on the spot to end his misery.

He could probably shout “I love you” and stare at you directly- but you’ll just think he’s talking to someone behind you. Remus had also tried to pass you a note containing his feelings for you back then. Grabbing it without much of a thought, you passed it to your friend, thinking he wants you to give it to her, who shakes her head and sighs, looking at Remus.

The rest of the Marauders and your friends think Remus’s plans of confessing to you were a lost cause.

“Our poor Moony…” Peter frowns, as James shakes his head. “At this point, Moony should just kiss her.” Sirius sighed, feeling pity for his friend. “She would probably think it was a friendly kiss.” Peter snorts, trying to control his laughter, James glared at Sirius jokingly before pushing him. “Bugger off Pads, Y/N’s just… super innocent? I guess.” They resumed watching the two from a distance, a look of anticipation evident in their faces.

“I was kind of hoping it’ll be just us?” Remus grins nervously, sitting beside you as you reach the Gryffindor table. You took a bite out of the apple pie from your plate before replying, “Sure, it’ll still be fun. You’re a great company, Rems.” She smiles, before resuming on eating the remaining apple pie slice. Little do you know the simple compliment you made had a tremendous effect on Remus.

“Moony, your smile hasn’t left your face ever since Y/n agreed. Stop it, I’m getting scared.” Sirius states, Remus turns to look, a hint of a small dopey smile on his face. “Hm?”

“Oh merlin, Y/n broke him.” Peter blanches. They were smacked upside their heads lightly by James. “Come on now, don’t rain on his parade. Moon’s just… well- over the moon.” James laughs lightly, Sirius snorts while Peter tries to hide his smile. Remus rolled his eyes playfully, opening his trunk to pick out the clothes he’s going to wear tomorrow. “Whatever, now help me decide what to wear, you sods.”

“Rems! Over here!” You exclaimed, standing on your tiptoes, arms up and waving in his directions. Remus smiles, maneuvering through the line of students waiting to get out of Hogwarts and to Hogsmeade. “Y/n! you look… pretty.” He blushes, drinking in the sight of you. Remus could swear on his life that he saw a light shade of pink dust your cheek as you tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

“Thank you, I like your sweater. It suits you.” You said, eyes going over his body and one of Remus’s signature sweaters. You can’t deny it; you like what you see, you were pulled from your thoughts when someone spoke.

“Oi! Get a move on you half-blood and goody-two-shoes! Holding up the bloody line is what you’re doing!” Evan Rosier, a Slytherin student complained a few feet away from you and Remus, Mulciber and Dolohov backs their fellow Slytherin and friend up. He snarls, those blokes, looks like they’ll have a new target for one of their nasty pranks.

“If I were you, I would shut my mouth.” Remus warns, standing in front of you, blocking your frame from their view.

Evan raised one eyebrow, amusement swimming in his eyes. “What are you going to do? Pesky little Gryffindor like you are always running around trying to be brave.” He taunts, moving closer to their direction.

“Rems, I’m fine. Let’s go, yeah?” She gently tugs the sleeve of his sweater, he looks down at you, his expression softening. “Alright then.” He threw one last warning look at Rosier over his shoulder; that punk needs to just wait and see what’s going to come and bite his ass.

The two of you are sitting in the Three Broomsticks, talking about basically anything under the sun. Well, you mostly talked while Remus just listens, humming and sometimes sharing his two cents on the topic you are on.

“Rems, thank you.”

Remus’ eyebrows shot up in confusion, “Thank you? What for?”

“Earlier, Evan Rosier.”

“Ah, that prick. It was nothing, y/n.” He offers a gentle smile; he wants to touch your hand that was directly across his from the table but ultimately deciding against it, the last thing he wants to do is make you feel uncomfortable.

“Thank you for being my friend. You’re an amazing person who deserves the world.” She smiles, slowly taking his hand onto hers and squeezing it tightly.

He felt a crack in his heart. “Yeah, you are too.” He managed to choke out, offering a wry smile.

Friends. Is that it? Is he just one of the many friends you have in your life? Is he a friend that will slowly drift away after you graduate from Hogwarts? Merlin, he would even count himself lucky if you invited him to be at your wedding, and if he wants to push his luck then he might even be the godfather to one of your future kids.

You furrowed your brows, “Is there something wrong, Rems?” He looks at you, quickly shaking his head. “Nothing’s wrong. Why do you ask?” You hummed, “Well, you have this kind of haunted look on you when you’re bothered about something; you’re doing it right now.”

Remus blinks, even he himself wasn’t aware of that. He closed his eyes and sighed; fuck it. He’ll push his luck to the extremes by confessing his love for you. Doesn’t matter if you see him as just a friend, you deserve to know.

“Y/n, I have to tell you something.”

“Of course. What would that be?”

“Well, I don’t know how to tell you this without being upfront about it…” He starts, you urged him to continue; well, here goes nothing.

“Y/n, I-“

“Two butterbeers, correct?”

Remus wants to pull his hair out of frustration as the server walked towards them and set down the butterbeers they ordered, interrupting his speech. You smiled, thanking them before turning to Remus, who was frowning.

“What was it you were trying to say, Rems?” You asked, sipping your butterbeer.

“I like you, a lot. Ever since we met.” He simply blurts out quickly, as if he’s scared someone is going to interrupt again. You blink slowly, setting your butterbeer down gently.

“I like you too, Remus.”

“No- you don’t understand,” He shakes his head as you furrowed your eyebrows, utterly confused.

“I fancy you, love.” He emphasizes, taking both of your hands into his large ones, looking at you straight in the eyes, completely serious. She widens her eyes ever so slightly, her heart rate speeding up a bit.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve always fancied you too, Rems.”

Remus felt as if the time slowed down, his heartbeat pulsing faster, eyes blinking owlishly, his jaw slack in shock.

Did he hear that right? Please tell him that he heard that right.

“I-I… I gave you hints, love!” He sputtered, “But you’ve just ignored them every single time!” She frowns, “I didn’t notice…” Remus agreed, “Forgive me, but you were quite oblivious.” A small smile was on his face.

“You could’ve just said outright that you fancy me, Rems.” She chuckles, a faint blush on her cheeks.

“If you like me too, then why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to force you.” She said, looking at the beverage in her hand. His eyes softened, “Force me? To what, love?”

She sighs, looking up at him. “I didn’t want you to force yourself to try to love me just because I feel that way for you.”  Before Remus could even speak, she opened her mouth again, “I know you, Remus. You would’ve tried either way, that’s just who you are.” She chuckles, sipping butterbeer before continuing.

“You have a heart of gold, Rems. That’s one of the things I love about you.” She rubs her thumb across his scarred knuckles gently. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, the simple and gentle touch made his spine shiver.

If this was some kind of dream, then he would be more than happy to not wake up.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathes out, making you giggle. You stood up from your seat and leaned towards him, you can feel and smell his peppermint toothpaste fanning against your lips, beckoning you closer.

“You don’t even have to ask.” You closed the distance between you and sealed both of your lips with a kiss.

[moonvyx]

𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 - 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯

THIS STORY IS MADE BY ME, AVTIAGON, FROM WATTPAD

lowercase intended

tw: jealous remus, thoughts of cheating, teasing

requested by iluvthearcticmonkeys (from wattpad)

narrator's pov

remus was going through his prefect rounds when he heard voices by the library.

"thanks again, n/n."

"n/n?" remus thought in confusion as he stopped walking.

"it's no problem, amos. i'm glad to help," remus then realized it was y/n and her hufflepuff friend, amos diggory.

he didn't put much thought into it until he realized that it was way past curfew. what were they doing out so late at night?

remus was about to step out of where he was until he heard amos again.

"could you help me again tomorrow?" she nodded, "of course! same time?"

"same time."

then, both left.

the next day during breakfast, remus sat with his friends like any other day. but instead of him saying his sarcastic remarks, he was silent.

of course, this didn't go unnoticed by his friends. james nudged remus, "you alright, moony?" but he got no reply.

"remus?' sirius asked, waving a hand in front of his face. but he remained still.

peter sighed, "what's he got in his mind now?"

and because of that one statement, remus pointed towards the two, "them."

the marauders looked at where he was pointing. and there they were, remus' sweet girlfriend and her friend amos, sitting together laughing.

"i don't get it," peter says as he looks back at remus, 'what's up with them?"

james snickered, "well, someone's jealous."

"what?"

"moony over here is jealous over amos diggory!" sirius laughed as remus smacked his head for saying it out loud, "shut it, you two. i'm not jealous."

"i call bull," peter says.

" 's alright, moons. she still loves you," sirius tries to pat his back but gets his hand slapped away, "for the last time, i am not jealous!" remus exclaims, "i just don't like how close they are."

"j-" the friend group bursts out laughing after remus once again smacks the back of sirius' head, "my hair!" sirius screams, "do you know how long it took for me to-"

as the two were bickering, james made eye contact with y/n.

the girl smiled and waved. james returned the smile but tilted his head towards his friends who were still fighting.

y/n stifled a laugh and excused herself from her conversation with her hufflepuff friend.

"no, you don't understand because you have short hair. not long and luxur-"

"oh hush, black," a voice interrupts, "move aside. i want to talk to my boyfriend," y/n playfully pushes sirius aside, "even though your little argument's entertaining, i need to see remus."

remus' grumpy attitude disappeared and was replaced with adoration.

"aw look at him! all red and flustered by future mrs. lupin," james teases.

"what's wrong?" y/n pushes remus' hair out of his face, "i know you and sirius bicker a lot but not this early."

he hides his face on her shoulders, "nothin' for you to worry about."

"lies, moony here is jealous," peter says.

remus gives him a look as y/n's lips form into a grin, "oh really? and what exactly is mr. lupin jealous of?"

"the real question is, who," sirius and james gave each other a high five.

"nothing and no one."

"oh come on, rem. you can tell me."

"it's nothing, not a big deal. jus' bug off," he grumbles.

"well that's not how you speak to your missus."

remus sighs, "fine," he lifts his head up, "i am jealous," he looks away.

"because?" her index finger turns his head back to her, "because- because i don't like how close you and diggory are."

remus was embarrassed, but y/n found this cute. remus wasn't the one to be jealous.

she chuckles, "oh, rem. you have nothing to worry about. i was only helping amos with some schoolwork."

"are you sure?"

"are you doubting me?" he shakes his head, "no."

"do you trust me?" he nods, "with all my being."

"then you really have nothing to worry about," she pecks his lips, "okay?" he nods once again, "okay."

y/n kisses his lips again and remus responds with another kiss, holding her hands.

"ew, barf."

"quiet, prongs."

"you can only make comments when you get lily to go out with you."

[imiwrites]

Drunken Confessions

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Sypnosis: Y/N wasn't a party girl, always choosing to look after her friends instead of getting drunk herself. However, when the Gryffindors get their first win of the year, she can't help but celebrate.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: drinking, kissing, crying, absolute fluff, sirius being a bit dumb but we love him anyway

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It was Gryffindor's first Quidditch win so far this year, and it was the first one with James as the captain. So, obviously, him and Sirius planned a big party in the common room the night of the win. 

Typically, Y/N didn’t drink at these parties, opting to watch out and care for her friends. However, tonight was different. She needed to relax, getting back into the school spirit was tough, and she needed a night off. Besides, she knew Remus wasn’t going to drink, so it’s not like her friends would need two people watching over them. Taking her mind off of everything would be nice, it was something she needed.

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The music was loud, blasting throughout the Gryffindor common room. Y/N didn’t know how Sirius and James had gotten enough alcohol to supply the whole Gryffindor house on such short notice, but she chose not to think too hard about it, instead grabbing a shot, letting the burning sensation linger in her throat.  Almost instantly, the alcohol calmed her, and she let out a relaxed breath, grabbing another and shooting it down.

“Enjoying it?” Sirius grinned, glad the girl was relaxing more. 

“Yeah,” Y/N mirrored Sirius’ grin. “Where’s Remus?” 

Sirius was the only one Y/N had told about her infatuation with Remus Lupin, and she could’ve sworn his grin grew wider when she asked. 

“He’s with James, over on the couch.” Sirius said, pointing towards a couch a few feet away from them, “Don’t do anything stupid, though.” 

Y/N frowned at that, “I’m practically sober, Pads. Only had two shots, I’m fine.” 

Sirius shrugged, “Just sayin’.” 

Y/N waved him off, walking towards the couch that Remus and James were sitting at, taking the spare space next to Remus. 

“Hey Y/N.” Remus smiled, tearing his eyes away from his book to meet hers. 

“Hi Remus.” Y/N grinned back, “Enjoying the night?” she asked, watching Remus’ head bop up and down as he nodded. 

“Yeah, not bad.” he leaned in closer to her ear, whispering so only she could hear, “James has been drunk-rambling to me about Lily this whole time, could barely concentrate. Thanks for saving me.” 

Y/N shivered at his warm breath on her ear, soaking in the feeling of being so close to him. “Of course, glad I could help.” she grinned back at him. “Want me to take James off your hands?” 

Remus smiled gratefully. “That would be amazing, Y/N, thank you, you're a life saver.” he said, hugging her side. Y/N turned her face away, making sure he didn’t see the redness in her cheeks. She stood up, walking over to James and grabbing his hand to pull him up.

“C’mon, get a drink with me, Prongs.” Y/N smiled, and noticed James’ face light up as she mentioned drinks. 

“Count me in!” James grinned, and the two walked over to the table holding the drinks.

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An hour or so had passed, and Y/N had more to drink. A lot more. 

Remus’ positioned hadn’t changed, but the book he was once reading, now sat upside down on his knee as he talked to a girl. 

Y/N had spotted this a while ago, but refused to look back over there, instead she sat on the floor next to Sirius, another drink sitting beside her. 

“It’s not fair,” she groaned to him, gesturing to the girl sitting with Remus. “How come she can so easily talk to him but I can’t.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, Y/N,” Sirius tried to comfort, but the girl beside him cut him off. 

“He put his book down, Sirius! He never puts his book down.” she said, tears starting to well in her eyes. 

Sirius puts his arm around the girl, pulling her in to comfort her. “Hey, don’t worry. Remus is one of my best friends, and I swear to Merlin, that man has heart eyes for you.”

“Then why isn’t he talking to me like that?” she asked, leaning into the hug, the tears threatening to fall.

“This is Remus we’re talking about, Y/N. He’s too dense for his own good. I swear, he’s as infatuated with you as you are with him, he just needs to realise it.” Sirius encouraged, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. 

“But how?” Y/N groaned as she messily wiped her eyes.

“By making him jealous, of course!” Sirius grinned as the idea popped into his head, “That guy’s been watching you all night, and he’s standing right near Remus! He’s gonna get so super jealous.” 

Now, if she was sober, Y/N would know that this was an awful idea, and making Remus jealous would not be the way to his heart. But to her drunken mind, Sirius was an absolute genius, and she just had to give his idea a try.

»↠ ≈☆≈ ↞«

If Remus was to be completely honest, he would much rather be reading his book than talking to Rebekah.

Sure, she was nice, and she was funny, but there was only one girl he wanted to talk to at the moment, and she was nowhere in sight. So he continued listening to the girl in front of him, smiling and occasionally voicing his opinion on her discussions. 

Then, he spotted her. 

Y/N was walking alone, but she has the determined look on her face that Remus knew all too well. He watched her, smiling as she walked past, hoping she would stop and talk with him instead, or at least smile back, but she sauntered past, not sparing a single look.

“And then she muttered something under her breath, and clearly he heard her but I didn’t, and he just stared right at her, and he looked like he was going to hex her!... Remus, are you listening?” He wasn’t. He’d completely forgotten about Rebekah, as he watched you walk up to him. Remus didn’t know his name, but he’d seen him before. He was on the Quidditch team, and he was always making out with another girl every week. So he didn’t exactly understand why you completely ignored him, but wanted to talk to him.

“Sorry, go on, I’m listening.” 

He glanced back at the girl, then looked back at Y/N. Her hands were all over him, and she was giggling. Was she out of her mind? He couldn’t bear looking at them anymore, turning his full attention back to Rebekah, trying to get that awful image out of his head.

“Turns out, she kissed his best mate! I wouldn’t have even known she was capable of doing that, if I’m being honest with you.”

Remus tried his best to react accordingly, trying to get you out of his mind.

One glance shouldn’t hurt. He thought, turning his head, just in time to see Y/N kissing him. Not even a small peck, full, heavy making out. 

“Ooh, looks like Matthew’s found a new girl.” Rebekah pointed out, her eyes also watching them. 

“Would you excuse me?” Remus murmured, getting up without waiting for a response. He walked straight over to Y/N and Matthew.

“Oh, hi there, Rem.” she pulled away, giving him a shit-eating grin. 

“You don’t get to ‘Rem’ me, now come off him.” he huffed in annoyance, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away. “You’re drunk Y/N, and you shouldn’t be making out with random boys.”

“Why, would you rather me kiss you instead?” Y/N sassed, and Remus flushed. 

“N-no! That’s not what I’m saying at all! I’m just telling you that… God, forget about it. Make out with him if you really want to. It’s not like I care.” He turned away, getting ready to leave.

“Can I tell you a secret, Remus?” she whispered, leaning in a bit closer, despite the fact that his frame was turned away from him. “I only made out with him because I wanted to make you jealous. You are the one I wanna kiss.”

Remus had never turned around so quickly. “What?” he whispered. 

“Mhmm. It was Sirius’ idea. He told me that you like me, but you don’t know and that I just needed to make you jealous.” “God, have you ever stopped to think about what Sirius says? He… doesn’t always have the best ideas.” he paused, taking in a breath. “He’s right though. I… I do like you.” Y/N grinned at that, her eyes sparkling. “You do? Does that mean I can actually kiss you?” 

“Maybe sober up first, love.”

[ellecdc]

💰jingle jingle💰

how much for you to continue the barty shirt fic where they make it up to the tower and tell the marauders🤭

I'll give you this one for free but the rest will cost you

Barty Crouch Jr x potter!reader who tattles on Jegulus

CW: making fun of only children, siblings insulting one another, platonic Prongsfoot drama, no real angst - just chaos Continuation of this one shot

The trek from the Slytherin dungeons up the Gryffindor tower in a full sprint was unideal for even the most athletic and fit quidditch player in the castle; but if there was one thing a lifetime worth of living with James Potter and his pranking ways prepared you for, it was running.

Fortunately for you, this was not a universal experience and you were quickly able to leave Regulus and Barty well enough behind you.

You screamed the password at the Fat Lady who shrieked in fear when she saw you barrelling towards her causing her to open so quickly that the portrait thwacked against the stone walls and you all but dived into the common room. 

You stood up straight as your chest burned to survey the patrons of the common room only to find that the entire common room was already doing the same to you.

“Circe’s tits, Potter.” Lily said with a smirk. “You look like you were trying to outrun Peeves.”

Your smile turned devious as you continued panting. “Better.” You answered quickly, turning your sights towards your brother, Peter, Remus, and…

“Sirius!” You greeted as you speed-walked over to their sofas.

“Hey Trouble; get tired of the snakes?” Sirius teased as he moved a chess piece with an air of nonchalance.

You were eager to change that.

Before you could open your mouth, two Slytherin’s came spilling into the common room before the portrait had a chance to close behind them.

“I’m so glad you could join me for this.” You taunted Regulus who’s jaw tightened as he straightened himself up and shook Barty’s hand off his shoulder.

“Isn’t this a nice shirt, Siri?”

Sirius looked up at that as he considered your form. “Yeah, actually; that’s designer, right?”

You look down at it with a smirk when you heard Regulus whisper a cautionary, “Potter.”

“I’m not sure…it’s got a little crown on the sleeve.” You explained innocently.

Sirius’ eyebrows widened at that. “Shit. Yeah those are super expensive; but great quality and super soft. Great choice, Junior.”

“Thank you!” Barty accepted eagerly. “See Treasure? Black gets it.”

You smirked as you looked over at James who you could see by now was clearly sweating. “Right…but I actually stole this from Jamie’s trunk.”

James’ eyes shot to Regulus as yours moved back to Sirius who was staring at you bemusedly.

“That is not Prongs’ shirt, and didn’t Junior just admit it was his?”

“Nope.” Barty answered with a pop of the p. “I admitted buying it.”

“Why are you buying clothes for James?” Remus asked cautiously then, eyes darting nervously between your mischievous form, James’ anxious form, Regulus’ tense form, and Sirius’ confused form.

“Oh, I’d never buy clothes for that Potter.” Barty scoffed. “That shirt was Reggie’s birthday present last year.”

The sound of Peter’s hand slapping against his mouth as he stared at you all wide eyed was the only sound in the entire common room.

Remus was holding his book in front of his face like a shield as he watched the spectacle that was his friend group.

Finally, Lily let out a long suffering sigh. “Potter, you might want to take this chance to get a head start.”

“Right.” James agreed quickly as he took off towards the portrait hole, pausing as he passed Regulus, seeming to decide since he was already going to die tonight, he may as well go big or go home.

He paused long enough to pull Regulus into a searing kiss before ripping away from him and taking off out of the common room.

The room continued to sit silently as everyone digested what they just saw.

“Did we seriously lose both Potter’s to Slytherin’s?” Marlene asked finally, causing Regulus to scoff.

“Like you’ve got a leg to stand on here, McKinnon.”

“At least I’m not fucking my brother’s best friend!” She volleyed back, causing Sirius to let out a dramatic gagging sound.

“You lot really need to spend less time worrying about who your siblings are shagging.” Peter said with an air of finality.

“Thank you!” You and Regulus chorused, causing you to glare at one another.

“You’re taking this rather well, Pads.” Remus chuckled, tapping Sirius’ knee with his book as Sirius continued staring unseeingly at the portrait hole.

“Mhm.”

Remus and Peter exchanged a worried glance. “What are you waiting for?” Peter asked finally.

“James will get lonely when he realizes no one is chasing him.” He replied in monotone. “He’ll be back in a few.”

“Sirius, please be cool about this; I’m happy, alright?” Regulus sighed in exasperation.

Sirius’ eyes flit over to his younger brother as his brows furrowed. “Listen, am I particularly pleased about…this? No. But that’s not what I’m going to kill him for.”

“What are you going to kill him for?” You inquired, wondering if it was worth writing home to your parents about.

The second your sentence finished, James cautiously stepped back through the portrait hole to find the common room in much the same state as he’d left it.

Suddenly, Sirius stood from his spot on the sofa. “ALL THOSE TIMES YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE TOO BUSY TUTORING TO PRANK WITH ME, YOU WERE DITCHING ME FOR MY BROTHER!?”

The room collectively grimaced as they looked over at James. 

“Listen mate, it’s not what it looks like.” James pleaded, earning him a scoff from his best friend.

“It isn’t what it looks like!? Because the way it looks to me is that you lied, and you kepy secrets! You know, there was a point in this relationship that trust and honesty meant something!” Sirius shouted back.

“It does!” James offered quickly. “It does, Pads! Swear it!”

“Right, forgive me, but your word means nothing to me right now.” He spat as he went storming up towards their shared dorm, James quickly following behind.

“Please don’t shut me out like this; you’re still my other half!”

But the rest of the argument performance was silenced when the door to their room shut behind them.

“Well, Regulus.” Remus sighed with a tired smile. “Welcome to the family; our boyfriend’s are each other’s boyfriends, and this happens every three days.”

“Salazar’s fucking balls.” Regulus groaned as he threw his head back. “This is why I didn’t want it going public.”

“Oi!” You shouted as you lobbed a throw pillow at your new future brother-in-law. “If you’re going to love my brother, love him with your whole chest, coward!”

“You take that back.” He hissed at you.

“I’ll do no such thing.”

“I…I don’t know what to do…should…should we get a professor? What’s happening?” Barty started, looking around the Gryffindor common room with a look of panic on his face.

“Oh, relax, Junior. Your only child is showing.” Remus sighed as he pulled his book back out.

“Aren’t you an only child, Lupin?”

“Yup.” Remus responded as he turned a page of his book. “But I’ve lived in the same tower as the Potters for seven years, and dealt with Sirius and Regulus for the past two; you pick up a few things. Things like this-” he explained as he pointed towards you and Regulus who were still throwing insults back and forth. “Is what siblings call bonding.”

Lily chuckled as Marlene, Barty, Peter, and Remus watched as you called Regulus a “spoiled rotten toerag” to which he replied that “even listening to your voice made him feel like he was losing brain cells”.

“Siblings are weird.” Barty decided.

[petitemistletoe]

Hi i was wondering if you could write something for James Potter x fem!reader already in a relationship. Maybe they’re at a party and some guy makes her uncomfortable and won’t leave her alone and it’s just James being the protective bf he is.

If not don’t worry!!! xx

Title: Protection Charm

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault/harassment, eventual smut

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Y'all are real lucky that I've been in a marauders era and have been reading ATYD. Read ATYD here! Feel free to request more from this era!

“But why do I have to go this party?” Remus whined as he took a bite of his eggs. 

“Moony! It’s your birthday party!” Sirius said, looking completely affronted that Remus would ever suggest such a thing. 

“Come on, Remus! We went through all the trouble planning it and inviting everyone and-” James started but Remus cut him off. 

“Wait a minute,” Remus held his hand up and looked at his friends sitting in front of him, “who exactly did you invite?”

“Well…everyone! You’re very popular, Moony.” Peter said with a grin. Remus looked like he was going to blow him top sooner rather than later and you thread your hand through Remus’s arm. 

“What would you like to do for your birthday, Remus?” You asked.

“Get drunk with you lot,” he shrugged. 

“Isn’t that what we’re going to do at the party?” Sirius threaded his fingers through his hair and looked at Remus had just been dropped from space.

“I mean just with us!” Remus shook his head, tearing a piece of toast in half and handing you the bigger piece. 

“How’s this, Remus? The party is happening whether you like it or not so let’s get really pissed tonight and next weekend we can get even more pissed at Hogsmeade.” You suggested, dodging the bigger piece, grabbing the smaller one and spreading a bit of marmalade on it. 

“Fine. But I’m not blowing out any candles.” Remus said, draining his tea and standing up. 

“Where are you off to?” James asked. 

“Have to turn in an essay to Binns. Told him I’d get it to him first thing in the morning.”

“See you later, Remus,” you called to the lanky marauder. 

“Cheers love,” Remus gave you a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing from the great hall. 

“Now hold on a second,” Sirius started and you only knew that he’d begin with the dramatics, “why on Earth does Moony get to kiss your girlfriend?” Sirius turned his head sharply to face James. 

“I’m a person!” You protested lightly. 

“Remus is like her older brother. I also don’t control what she does,” James shrugged, moving closer to you so he could put his arm around you.

“So can I kiss her?” Sirius asked James. 

“Still a person!” You rolled your eyes. 

“No. Remus is an older brother. You’re a dog, Sirius.” James rolled his eyes and tightened his arm around you. 

“Are you jealous, Mr. Potter?” You said with mock shock.

“Not jealous, just making sure you don’t get fleas from Padfoot.” James laughed, dodging the piece of bacon that Sirius had flung at James’s head. 

Classes always seemed to take longer when a marauder’s party was scheduled to follow. You promised that you and Remus could have a little dinner just the two of you so you snuck off to Hogsmeade for a quick dinner of pub food and butterbeer at the three broomsticks before the party. 

“Listen I know you said you wouldn’t blow out any candles but,” you pulled out a cupcake with a single candle in the middle. 

“God I’m glad James is dating you,” Remus said, blowing out the candle and cutting the cupcake in half. He handed the larger half to you, which you refused because there was no way you were going to allow Remus to have the smaller half of a cupcake on his own birthday. 

“You’re such a sweetheart,” you said with a grin. 

“Don’t tell the boys but if you and James ever break up, I’m on your side.” Remus smiled. You walked back to the Gryffindor common room with Remus’s arm around your shoulders. The common room erupted with cheers with the guest of honor entered and Remus sent you a bewildered look. 

“Firewhiskey?” You asked him. 

“Definitely,” he nodded as Mary, Lily, and Marlene cornered him and started peppering him with ‘birthday pecks’. You could see James and Sirius playing beer pong and by the sound of their cheers it seemed like they were winning. You poured Remus a strong glass of firewhiskey and then a glass for yourself when you felt a hand on the small of your back. You knew Remus was still cornered by the girls, you could hear James and Sirius at the pong table, and you could see Peter sneaking off with some girl in Hufflepuff. So who’s hand was on your back? You turned to see an attractive seventh year Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy, grin down at you. 

“Hi darling, who’s the other drink for?” 

“Hi Lucius,” you shrugged Lucius’s hand off and stepped away so you were facing him, “the other drink is for Remus.”

“Oh of course, the man of the hour,” Lucius sounded like he was making his voice extra sultry. 

“Surprised to see you here. Didn’t think you were a fan of Gryffindor parties.” You said cautiously. 

“I’d never turn down an opportunity to see you, love. I do have a question for you, though.” Lucius’s finger hooked under your chin so you made eye contact with him. 

“Alright?”

“Are you dating Lupin?”

“Remus? Oh no-”

“Excellent,” Lucius leaned down and kissed you rather forcefully. You put your hands on his chest and pushed him back. 

“Lucius. I’m dating James,” you didn’t want to make a scene but Lucius’s grip on your arms was pretty tight and he gave no indication that he was going to let go. You glanced back at James but he was currently absorbed in making Sirius drink from one of those funnels that Mary had brought back from the muggle world. 

“I don’t see him around.” Lucius said, leaning his head down to kiss you again. His lips were against yours but you didn’t kiss him back. 

“Let me go Lucius, I’m serious,” you said, trying to pull yourself away. 

“Come on now, don’t be a bitch,” Lucius said, his grip tight on your wrists. You were beginning to panic when you felt Lucius pull away from you. You looked up in time to see James punch Lucius right in the jaw. 

“What the fuck, Potter?” Lucius said, holding his jaw with one hand and pulling out his wand with the other. 

“Get away from her, Malfoy. Get out of Gryffindor tower before I hex you,” James said, positioning himself in front of you. 

“Not if I hex you first,” Lucius said, hissing out a curse. James was ready with his own but Remus yelled, 

“Expelliarmus!” Remus snatched both James and Lucius’s wands, “Now you two are making me exercise my prefect duties on my own birthday. Detention for you both. Malfoy get the fuck out of here.” 

“Fuck off, Lupin.” Malfoy said, clearly not thrilled at the idea of returning to the dungeons with a bruised ego and a bruised jaw. 

Peter and Sirius were struggling to hold James back and you heard Sirius hiss at his brother Regulus, 

“If you’ve ever done anything good for me ever in your life you will get Malfoy out of here right now.”

Regulus was not going to disagree and along with a few other Slytherins, they hauled Malfoy out of Gryffindor tower. 

“Let’s do a round of shots!” Sirius said with a grin. He had no intention of letting the party halt because of some interhouse drama. James turned and wrapped you in his arms, 

“Are you okay?”

“Let’s get out of here.” You said shakily. James nodded and you both slipped out of Gryffindor tower. James’s wand was raised just in case you ran into Malfoy again but it seemed that Regulus had made sure that Malfoy didn’t linger. He lead you to the astronomy tower where you sat on the edge with your legs dangling and shared a cigarette. 

The energy between you was uneasy, uncomfortable. James was obviously still upset with Malfoy but was trying to keep calm for you. You were still processing Malfoy’s disgusting behavior. You couldn’t help yourself, though, and you started to laugh. Little chuckles at first but then full belly laughs and finally you were doubled over trying to catch your breath as James stared at you. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He finally asked, after pulling you by the forearm after you almost toppled over the edge of the tower which only made you laugh harder. 

“You were jealous,” you giggled, your hands clasped firmly over your mouth. 

“I-” James started but he too started to see the humor in it and he started to laugh too. 

“How’s your hand?” You asked, picking up James’s left hand and examining his knuckles. There were bluish bruises forming already and you knew he’d probably need to go to the hospital wing in the morning. 

“It’s fine. Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked. You let out a weak chuckle and nodded. 

“Yeah. Thank you for…you know.” You said with a smile. 

“Of course, love. I’ll always be here for you,” James practically whispered. You brought his bruised knuckles up to your lips and kissed them lightly. You kissed around his hand and then on the sides of his fingers and then you slid one of James’s long fingers into your mouth. James took in a sharp breath and watched you, mesmerized, as you slid your tongue around his digits. James let out a strangled moan when he saw how deep his fingers stretched down your throat. You released his fingers softly and looked up at him with doe eyes. James’s eyes were lust blown and he was looking at you while breathing very hard. 

“Come here,” he pulled you towards him and kissed you hard, his hands knotted in your hair as he practically consumed you. He was starving and you were his last meal. He kissed down your jaw and down your neck before coming back up to your lips. 

“We should have sex,” you panted. James nodded. 

“Yeah definitely.”

“I don’t think I can make it back to the dormitory,” you shook your head. 

“No, I can’t either.”

“You got an Outstanding in transfiguration right?”

“Yeah,” James looked at you like you had grown another head for talking about school at a time like this.

“Then transfigure these desks into a bed.” You said, your fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. 

“Oh! Yeah, fuck…yeah.” James nodded, throwing his sweater somewhere across the room.  He was fumbling in his pockets for his wand and you sunk to your knees, pulling his wand out of his pocket and handing it to him before pulling his cock out of his underwear and putting it in your mouth. 

“Oh my god,” James gasped, one hand on the brick wall of the tower. You let the head of James’s cock brush the back of your throat before you made eye contact with him and pulled away. 

“James, the bed,” you grinned before leaning down and taking one of his balls in your mouth while jerking him off.

“In my defense,” he said in a strained voice, “it’s a little hard to focus.” James was able to transfigure the desks into some sort of futon before letting out a strangled moan and saying “please stop before I cum in your mouth.”

You stood up and took your shirt and bra and dusted your knees off before reclining back on the futon. 

“Are you going to fuck me?” You asked, spreading your legs and pulling down your underwear. James watched with pure shock and adoration as you let your panties dangle on an outstretched foot before letting it drop to the ground. 

“Yes, yes! Absolutely.” James nodded, diving onto the futon and burying his face in your pussy. His lips immediately attached to your clit as he maneuvered three fingers inside you. James kissed you deeply before you broke away from his lips and moaned into his open mouth. 

“Fuck, don’t stop I’m going to cum.” You panted. James grinned and if you had been able to open your eyes you would’ve seen how embarrassingly fogged up James’s glasses were. He was also rutting against the edge of the futon and moaning into your own mouth. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as you rode his hand into your orgasm. You barely had a moment to come down from it before James was fully ripping your skirt off and pushing himself inside of you. 

“I learned-” James could barely get two words out through his moans and you had to take a minute to wipe the inside of his glasses so you could actually see his eyes, “-a charm hold on a minute.” James stayed inside you as he reached over your head for his wand again. He mumbled something and pointed his wand at one of the crystal balls. The ball shot itself into James’s outstretched hand and transformed into a rapidly vibrating clitoral stimulator. James pressed it against your clit and you dug your nails into his bicep. 

“Where on earth did you learn a charm like that?” You gasped, feeling a second orgasm coming on. 

“Moony is a genius,” James said, before practically screaming, “I’m going to cum!” 

You could nod as you came, nearly sobbing and moaning. James came too, moaning loudly and resting his forehead against yours. You pushed the vibrator away and took a few minutes to breathe laying back while letting James rest his head on your chest. 

“So wait a second,” you said once you and James were able to restore your heart rates to a normal BPM. 

“What is it?” James looked adorably goofy with his glasses all fogged up again and you took them off and wiped them. 

“What do you mean Remus taught you that charm?”

“He’s a man of many talents,” James said with a shrug. 

“He deserves a much better birthday party then.” 

[toorumlk]

Hi I'm so freaking obsessed with your twitter.

Also what's your favorite Romione moment in the books and why?

ohohoho thank you, friend, i’m quite proud of some of the stuff i’ve posted on there B)

and as for my favourite romione moment in the books, when i read the question i first blanked out for a couple minutes, thinking of a bunch of smaller, sillier scenes. but then i remembered that i do have a favourite and it’s from chapter 11 of DH, when remus visited the trio at grimmauld place and filled them in on he goings on of the war -including the implementation of the muggle-born registry. ron’s response upon hearing this (after his immediate outrage) was

and it’s not just the hand holding and the “‘you won’t have a choice’ said Ron fiercely” that played out so vividly in my head like this:

but this scene demonstrates so perfectly the political weight of this pairing (muggleborn/blood traitor) which i think is the immovable narrative foundation of romione. all of their silly moments and idiosyncrasies aside, there is genuine narrative purpose behind this love. ron has always had an astute understanding of the blood supremacist politics of the wizarding world (need i remind that he was ready to curse shitco at the ripe age of 12 for calling hermione the in-universe slur) and just how wrong it is. ron is a pure-blood wizard and by design has so much privilege in this society bc of it, but by virtue of having parents like arthur and molly, he’s grown up knowing the importance of fighting against blood supremacist ideology. always.

so, after hearing about the completely horrifying muggleborn registry ("People won't let this happen," said Ron. "It is happening, Ron," said Lupin.), he immediately turns to his muggleborn best friend and love of his life and says “i’m making you a family member, i’m going to use the protection my family-name has and use it to protect you from the awful injustice of our situation, no you won’t have a choice but to let me help you”

i remember having such a… visceral reaction while reading this scene like holy shit .. these kids, THESE KIDS!!!!! this is the bone-marrow-deep love that makes me feel insane. this dynamic of the blood traitor/muggleborn always there, from CoS all the way to the epilogue. We get to see that romione is the story’s pure blood/muggleborn that finally made it (rip jily and tedromeda :(). we see it in hermione keeping her muggle last name after they get married (oh my god these two actually got married) and we also see it in the hyphenated Granger-Weasley (granger being first!) in their kids’ last names (oh my gof these two had TWO kids). they are a true symbol of change and progress in their world.

also this is one of those moments where i’m so glad that our only window to romiones relationship development is through harry’s narration because it so brilliantly shows the readers this blossoming love story instead of just telling us about it because harry obviously doesn’t have access to the inner thoughts of his two best friends, he can only witness them fall deeper in love. showing the audience acts of love is always more powerful and my god is this an act of showing your love to your beloved.

(and not to go on an unrelated tangent, but this is exactly why i could never ship my girl hermione w any DE or DE-adjacent character. no fucking way. not when the concept of a muggle-born registry exists in this universe, not when the antagonists in this story wish to eradicate people like her from their society. idk about the rest of y’all but im going to keep taking the narrative seriously bc the worldbuilding obviously has real world ties/implications and i like engaging with the canon. tangently to the tangent, i saw someone (a ron basher) on twitter say that ron, OUR RON FROM THE ABOVE EXCERPT, was “one bad day away from becoming a death eater” ohhhh ohhh i ought to beat you with sticks bc HUH? this is the same kid who said he would’ve boarded the train back to kings cross if he got sorted to slytherin, the house notorious for birthing DEs, at the tender age of 11)

anyways, all this to say is that romione is incredibly, realistically, materially romantic and i love them and i love their love <3

[engie-ivy]

(Short fic of Remus being a disaster😋 for @wolfstarmicrofic)

2nd: Rogue

Remus only dates so-called 'bad boys', because he isn't interested in falling in love, but also doesn't want to hurt anyone's feelings, and with those types, he doesn't have to worry about either. When he goes on a date with Sirius Black, however, Remus quickly realizes he's made a huge error of judgment.

Wasn't Looking For This

“You need help,” Mary states as she’s scrolling through Remus’ Tinder matches.

“Don’t you dare start swiping for me!” Remus warns.

Mary shakes her head. “No, I mean like professional help. Have you considered talking to someone?”

“Please.” Remus plucks his phone from her hands. “I don’t see any use in paying a ton of money to have some therapist psychoanalyse how my dating life is problematic.”

“I agree,” Lily says, sprawled out on the couch flipping through a magazine. “You don’t need to be a licensed therapist to psychoanalyse what’s wrong with your dating life. Instability during your childhood that lead to an insecure attachment style, causing you to develop a great fear of commitment, and resulting in you only dating men you know you’ll have no risk of falling in love with. Men I would describe as rogue bad boys. Overconfident, narcissistic, inconsiderate, too full of themselves to care about anybody else’s feelings. Men who definitely aren’t looking for an emotional connection, so you don’t have to worry about not only you getting feelings for them, but also them getting feelings for you.”

Remus glares at her. “Rude.”

Mary sighs. “So, is tonight’s guy a rogue, self-centred bad boy with too much confidence?”

“We actually haven’t spoken much,” Remus admits. “But he definitely has the right vibe. He was wearing a leather jacket in the bar, everyone was throwing themselves at him, but he hardly seemed to care, and he had this haughty air about him. Plus, the reason we didn’t talk much is because he had his tongue in my mouth five minutes after saying hello.” He grins. “So I’m hopeful.”

Lily rolls her eyes. “You’re an absolute disaster.”

Remus gets to his feet and presses a kiss to Lily’s cheek. “Love you too, Lils.” He turns to the girls before going out the door. “Don’t wait up,” he says with a wink.

Lily groans and Mary shakes her head. “You have issues.”

Remus made a huge mistake.

He realizes this immediately as he wakes up in a bed that is most definitely not his. He’s relieved that Sirius isn’t there, which gives him some time to think.

Yesterday, Sirius had taken him out for dinner at a nice restaurant. Afterwards, some drinks and a lovely stroll through the city at night-time and its beautiful city lights, ending at the front door of Sirius’ apartment.

Sirius had been charming and funny, and sure, that happens sometimes. With his habit of dating vain bad boys, Remus isn’t surprised anymore at how charming they can be when they want to. But then Sirius had also been kind and caring and actually interested in what Remus had to say, and that most definitely wasn’t what he signed up for!

Sirius had been a true gentleman, holding out Remus’ chair as they got to their table. He had smiled at Remus with a smile that was so much brighter than Remus remembered from the badly lit bar after a couple of drinks. As soon as they sat down, Sirius had said that his resting face was often interpreted as haughty, and how that ‘so not was who he was’, and that he was glad Remus wanted to give him a chance anyway.

Remus had wanted to scream.

In hindsight, he should’ve fled right there and then. But no, he had stayed. And of course Sirius had offered to share a dessert and then let Remus eat all of it, of course he had insisted that he’d pay for dinner, of course he had asked ‘is the okay?’ when he took Remus’ hand in his as they were walking side by side.

And if that hadn’t been bad enough, it turned out Sirius loves animals. He had shown Remus pictures of his dog, beaming with fondness as he told Remus about her.

The cherry on top of this miserable pie that Remus definitely didn’t order, was that Sirius is a doctor. A bloody doctor. He works in the ER and he loves his job, because ‘it’s just so rewarding’.

When he had gently pulled Remus close and kissed him under a streetlight, Remus’ stomach did this fluttering thing.

It was awful.

Remus gets out of bed and starts putting on his clothes. He’ll shower at home. Right now, he needs to get out of here. He should’ve left yesterday, he shouldn’t have stayed the night. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone home with Sirius in the first place, but he just can’t bring himself to regret that, because holy shite. He’s only human, after all.

He’ll do the awkward goodbye, where Sirius might mutter something about breakfast and maybe having some yoghurt left in the fridge, which Remus will politely decline. He’ll leave and forget all about this. Forget that guys exist who are actually interested in what he has to say, forget that guys exist who look at him like he’s actually worth something, forget that guys exist who can make him feel like he’s actually worth something. Forget that Sirius Black exists.

As he enters the living room, though, he stops in his tracks at the dreadful sight in front of him.

The table is set, and Sirius is in the kitchen, wearing only his boxers and a t-shirt, his hair haphazardly tied in a messy bun, baking what appear to be pancakes. Sirius turns around and smiles at him, and Remus is floored by how he can look even more gorgeous like this then he did yesterday in his dress shirt and suit jacket. His stomach does that weird fluttery thing again, and Remus hopes against his better judgment that it’s due to yesterday’s wine.

“You’re awake, good,” Sirius says. “Since you told me yesterday how you have quite the sweet tooth, I couldn’t let you go without trying Potters’ Perfect Pancakes! Recipe from my chosen mother Effie, and I’m not even overselling when I tell you that they’re the best thing you’ll ever taste. Come, sit!”

Remus’ brain is shouting at him. Run! Get out! Just leave! But Remus’ body moves to the chair, sits down and starts buttering a bloody pancake.

It’s like watching a car speed towards a wall, knowing it’s going to crash, but there being nothing he can do about it.

His feeling of impending doom are interrupted by his first bite of pancake. It’s fluffy, and chewy, and gooey, and smooth, and creamy, and everything in one. “Oh my god,” he says.

Sirius is leaning forward in his chair, looking at Remus with an eager smile, his face brimming with excitement, his eyes sparkling. Remus can’t help but think that he’ll do anything to see Sirius smile like that. “It’s good, innit? I wasn’t exaggerating?”

“Really good,” Remus confirms. “And you definitely weren’t.”

As Remus digs in, Sirius places a mug of tea in front of him. Remus takes a sip, and it’s exactly the way he likes it. A warmth spreads through his body, that has nothing to do with the tea itself.

Then a beautiful girl walks into the kitchen. She has shiny black curls and she’s happily wagging her tail as she barks at Sirius.

“There she is!” Sirius drops to his knees and starts scratching her ears. “You were a little sleepy head, weren’t you? Yes, you were. Yes, you were. Who’s a good girl?” Sirius coos, as his dog starts wagging her tail even more and tries to lick his face.

And that’s just it for Remus.

The car has crashed. There’s nothing for it anymore. He’s done for.

The car has crashed, and all Remus can do now is hope that he’ll make it through in one piece.

Well, at least he has a doctor with him.

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Prompt 25 - Eyeliner

@jegulus-microfic March 25 Word count 746

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Regulus felt every hair on his body bristle. He had to think quickly. He was glad that he’d had barely drunk anything and had chosen a coffee after dinner. 

He pasted a wide, dozy smile and spun around to face Lucius a little too fast. He made sure to stumble sideways, and had to use one of the bookcases to catch him before he fell on the floor. 

“Lucius!” He cried over loud as he threw his arms open. “Thank, Salazar, you found me! I got turned around and ended up in here,” He let his eyes un-focus and blinked heavily a few times as though to clear them. “But Lucius, Lucius, did you know you have an original copy of Hélas, Je me suis Transfiguré Les Pieds!” He pointed at the crumbling pages of the script from the Middle Ages. 

Lucius’s eyes narrowed, clearly still suspicious. Regulus didn’t miss the way his eyes flashed to the diary behind him. 

“I did, Regulus. It is one of Narcissa's favourites. She has spent a fortune getting it restored.” He held out his arm. “Come, your Mother is wondering where you are.” 

Regulus allowed himself to be walked back to the drawing room. He made a fool of himself and begged Lucius not to tell his mother how drunk he was. 

“You’re such a good friend, Lucius.” He gushed as he grabbed Lucius’s arm as they walked down another corridor. “I’m so glad Cissa married you.” 

By the time they got back, Lucius had an extremely smug look on his face. 

“Poor boy got turned around and went down the wrong hall and ended up in the Library.” He chuckled smoothly, wrapping his arm around Regulus’s shoulder and manoeuvring him to his seat. 

“Regulus did always love his books,” Orion barked out a laugh. “He would spend all day in ours if we allowed it.” 

No more was said about Regulus’s adventure as Candy brought them another bottle of Cognac. Regulus made sure to ask for more coffee and tapped the side of the cup with a grin on his face when Lucius caught his eye. 

Regulus kept as quiet as possible while still acting drunk. He pretended to drink a few more cups of coffee before they finally called it a night. It was later than he thought they’d be out, and he was concerned about how long Remus had been locked in his room. 

They made their goodbyes. Lucius whispered into his ear when it was his turn with Regulus. 

“Are you sure you’re sober enough to apparate?” Regulus was unsure if the concern in his voice was genuine or not. 

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. I’ve had plenty of coffee now.” He smiled as he clasped Lucius’s hands in his. 

Orion and Walburga went first, and he followed seconds after. 

Walburga was waiting for him. Her nostrils flared, and her jaw set. 

“Come now, Walburga dear. Those drinks were far more alcoholic than they tasted. I’m sure he had no idea how much they would affect him.” Orion tried to placate his wife. 

“Then he should learn to control himself when he overindulges.” She said coldly. She slipped her wand from her sleeve and pointed it at him. Regulus fell to his knees, only gasping once at the unexpected pain. It wasn’t crucio he knew that. But all the same, it felt like his core was on fire. 

She removed him from her spell and glared down at him. Slowly, he stood and schooled his features to hide all signs of pain. 

“I apologise, Mother. It won’t happen again.” He bowed his head to her. “Please excuse me. I had better go and let the dog out before he messes up the room.” He bowed again and headed upstairs. 

He removed the wards and opened the door, expecting Remus to be standing there furious, but he was sitting on the bed shaking. 

“Remus, are you okay?” He took a nervous step into the room. 

“Close the door,” Remus’s voice was high and strained. Regulus quickly shut the door and threw up a couple of silencing charms.

“Remus, what’s wrong?” Remus snorted and burst out laughing. He threw his head back and howled with laughter. He held up the mirror that Regulus hadn’t noticed he was holding, and there was Sirius’s face, beet red with very wonky eyeliner. 

Regulus folded in on himself and laughed hard. Letting all the tension he’d felt from Malfoy Manor go. 

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What a Catch, Sirius - Chapter One

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You come back to England after a long stint abroad, you soon realise that your brother’s best friend never grew out of his childish ways. You may stand to lose more than your heart.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, lil bit of sexual tension

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! Please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! xxx

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Chapter One

As Sirius walked up to the London pub he spotted his best friends and his godson sitting in the beer garden. He quickly put out his cigarette as he walked up to join them, it was Harry who spotted him first.

“Hi, Sirius” he grinned he was due to start his second year at Hogwarts, he couldn’t quite believe how quick Harry had grown up.

“Hey, little man.”

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Lily laughed but slid a glass of fire whiskey across to him all the same.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, holding up his hands in defence, “Barty and Malfoy were spouting their usual shit. Sorry, Harry,” he added as Remus tutted but Harry looked delighted.

“You coming for dinner tomorrow, mate?” James asked but before Sirius could answer, Lily smirked.

“Of course he is, he eats good when we cook.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “hey, I cook!”

“Heating up a pot noodle doesn’t count, Sirius,” Remus laughed.

Sirius clutched at his heart as he looked at Remus in betrayal, “so, now you’re ganging up on me, huh?” he shook his head as he glanced at Harry, “sometimes, I think you’re the only one who truly likes me, Harry.”

“I’ve got your back, Uncle Sirius.”

Sirius clapped Harry on the back, “my man! Anything in particular you want me to bring?” Sirius asked as he sipped his fire whiskey.

“Yeah, your best behaviour. Y/N is coming, she’s moving back home,” James said smirking as Sirius choked on his drink.

“She’s coming back?” he asked, his voice sounding strange and high pitched before he cleared his throat.

Y/N Potter had been in France practically since she left Hogwarts, she had been teaching Potions over there. She had been in Regulus’ year.

“Sirius had a crush on Aunt Y/N in school, Harry,” Remus smirked as Harry burst out laughing.

“Shut up, Remus.”

“Why didn’t you ask her out?”

“Are you messing? Your dad would have killed me,” he nodded over at James who narrowed his eyes at his best mate and he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“Hey, don’t blame this on me! You had 5 years to ask her out before she started dating Malfoy.”

“Aunt Y/N went out with Draco Malfoy’s dad? Ugh, embarrassing.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and drained the rest of his glass, the ice clinking against his teeth, “when you’ve all stopped taking the piss, just let me know,” he got up from his seat and walked into the pub, his friend’s laughter following him all the way to the bar.

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So, Aunt Y/N, does it feel weird to be back home?” Harry asked as you helped Lily set the table for dinner. He was wearing the Quidditch robes that you’d brought him from France.

“A little,” you admitted but you knew it would feel weirder once you started at Hogwarts again and seeing people you hadn’t seen for over 10 years. When you had come home in the past it was always for a very fleeting moment and you hadn’t seen anyone other than, James, Lily and Harry, “it will be even weirder having to share the post of Potions Master with Snivellus,” you shuddered and Harry laughed at the old nickname.

“I’m glad your teaching my class this year.”

“Me too, sweetie,” you smiled.

Before you could say anything further the doorbell rang and you glanced over at Lily as you offered to get the door as she finished up in the kitchen. She thanked you as you walked through the lounge and pulled open the door. You raised an eyebrow as you leaned your hip against the doorframe.

Sirius took his sunglasses off and you realised that age had only made him more handsome, “Y/N,”

“Hi Sirius.”

“You um, you’re looking well, heard you’re teaching at Hogwarts this year.”

“Yeah, it’s common knowledge,” you felt a slight twinge of guilt as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Right.”

“Sirius! How lovely to see you, come on in,” Lily grinned as she walked up behind you, you stepped aside so he could step over the threshold and give Lily a hug.

When he had gone through to the living room, Lily glanced at you and whispered, “please, be nice to him.”

You glared at your best friend, “I know it’s been twelve years but I still can’t believe you made the both of us Harry’s god parents.”

Lily shrugged, “maybe you guys can get god married and go on a goddy moon,” she laughed around her glass of red wine and you shook your head but you were still amused.

“You are delirious.”

Dinner was delicious, you had missed Lily’s cooking and you had missed the great company, it would be good to be at Hogwarts this year. You would miss France but Hogwarts would always be your home.

“It’ll be exciting this year, with you four being back at Hogwarts together.”

Your head shot up at Lily’s words, a forkful of pasta an inch away from your open mouth. You knew that James would be teaching Quidditch sessions once a week, and you knew that Remus would be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. You glanced over at Sirius who raised one eyebrow at you. He picked up his bottle of beer by the neck with his thumb and index finger before he took a swig of it.

“Reviving the famous duelling club aren’t I? In case any more dark wizards come calling.”

“Ah,” you ate the forkful of pasta and chewed it while you smirked over at Sirius, “you have fond memories of me kicking your arse have you?”

“Oh, Y/N. You have no idea,” you laughed at Sirius and shook your head.

You didn’t dislike Sirius, not in the slightest actually but the cocky attitude he had adopted in school had always pissed you off. It seemed as though he hadn’t really changed.

“Can you two stop flirting? It’s putting me off my Butterbeer,” Harry shuddered.

James looked at his son with his mouth open slightly, “Harry you’ve got pumpkin juice in a Butterbeer tankard.”

Harry scowled at his dad, “anything can be Butterbeer if you just believe.”

You snickered, “so, he doesn’t make sense, just like his father. And kid, I would rather drop dead before flirting with him,” you sneered at Sirius as you got up and cleared the plates.

You were halfway through telling your seventh years about the Draught of Living Death when the doors banged open, two pretty seventh year Slytherins walked in giggling to each other.

You frowned and crossed your arms as you stopped the lecture, “er girls. Where have we been?”

The girls looked at you, guilt embedded in their features, “we’re sorry. We went to the duelling club over lunch and I suppose we got a bit carried away,” they giggled, it was like a blast from the past.

Your jaw clenched, “sit down girls.”

“You’re not going to take house points from us?” the girls looked at each other and then back at you with shock in their expressions.

“No, I’m not,” you sighed and the girls quickly hurried to their seats.

When it came to the end of the day you stalked through the hallway, hell bent on getting to the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower. You walked past Draco Malfoy who was too busy bullying some first year to notice you. You narrowed your eyes.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Mr Malfoy?”

He looked up at you with a sullen look, his pale eyes flashing with malice, “yes, Professor.”

“Then, I suggest you get there quickly, if I catch you again, I will be taking points from Slytherin.”

He scowled at you as he stalked down the corridor, he was so much like his father.

You stormed into his classroom, stopping as his head whipped in surprise and he took his reading glasses off as he stood up behind his desk. A smile graced his lips but it quickly fell when he looked at your expression, “what?”

“Is everything a joke to you? I thought you were 33, not three years old.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I need this job, I won’t have you ruin this for me, how am I supposed to help my students pass their classes if they’re spending so much time with you?”

He sighed as he leaned against the desk, “I told them to go to class, Y/N, it won’t happen again.”

You scoffed, “oh come on Sirius. You love being the centre of attention, you always have.”

Sirius shook his head and his eyes darkened as he stalked towards you, you walked back until your back hit the stone wall and he placed a hand at the side of your head. You glared up at him as his eyes scanned your face.

“Now, I don’t know what I’ve done to make you so hostile towards me but I’m not out to ruin anything for you. You’ve always had that idea in that pretty little head of yours.”

You scowled as you looked at his dark eyes, “just do your job. Let me do mine.”

“Fine.”

“Fine,” you repeated his words back to him as you pushed him away from you and stormed out of his classroom.

[lumosinlove]

Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Four: Finn

Somewhere Between Christmas Markets and Heartbreak

Athens, Greece

Christmas was waking back up all around them. Finn felt Sirius’ eyes on him as he went up to an old woman heating pots of spicy smelling tea while another woman set up their stand. Her smile was rather toothless and her eyes were the sparkling kind of joyful. She gifted Finn a cup with a small spoonful of sugar, pushing away his money and putting a hand to his cheek.

You can charm anyone, Finn heard Logan say. Mon Rouge…mon bijou. Une perle.

“Sad,” the woman said in English, swiping a gentle thumb beneath Finn’s eye—he was sure he looked terrible then. Sleepless and red-eyed. “No more.”

Finn’s throat closed up all over again. “Thank you.”

He turned back to their group, watching his breath mix with the steam. The tea was good. Not to sweet and full of clove and cardamon. He felt it try to thaw out the center of his chest that rung with who are you, who are you?

There wasn’t really any point in denying it. For whatever reason, Logan hadn’t known who he was. He hadn’t recognized the number—or he had? Logan had called Finn. He had called Finn, only to ask who is this? Who is this?

Finn wasn’t sure what they were looking for, or how walking around the city was going to help them find Logan and Remus—especially if Logan and, maybe, Remus, didn’t even know them. Finn had to stop walking and close his eyes against the swaying, sickening sadness. He just wanted him back. Before, it had been the most horrible need, but now it might be even worse.

“Warm enough?” Leo asked, falling in at his side.

Finn didn’t bother opening his eyes right away. Leo had already seen.

“Yep,” Finn said. He sighed and looked over at him. “Yeah.”

“The tea is good?”

Finn nodded. He took a sip and let the spices give that chunk of ice another good knock. Nothing.

“I’m sorry none of us could have prepared you for that.”

“What,” Finn began. “The love of my life not knowing me?”

“Well—yes.”

“I’m not sure anything could have prepared me for that.”

Leo’s mouth pulled to the side. “Right…”

“Le,” James called. He was standing with Sirius by a cafe table and gazing up across the street. Finn followed their eyes. A security camera.

“This is where Sirius saw…” Finn began.

“Possibly,” Leo said. “Be right back.” He put a hand on Finn’s shoulder. “And don’t wander.”

Finn watched him cross. Guilt tugged at him. Leo had pressed himself all along Finn’s back last night, trying to stop him shivering. It seemed useless. Finn had shaken himself to sleep, gripping onto Leo’s hand. It had scared him, the tremors. He’d accidentally called Leo—

What’s wrong with me, Lo? he’d said through clenched teeth.

It’s shock, Leo had whispered. He hadn’t commented on the mistake, just held Finn tighter. Maybe he’d been holding Finn together. Finn hadn’t even woken again when Leo slipped out of bed for his turn to go on watch.

Finn too another sip of tea. Another attempted thaw. He caught a glimpse of his wedding ring and then couldn’t seem to look away.

The church was hushed as they entered together. Finn was glad he was holding onto Logan’s arm, glad he had Logan to lead him, because he couldn’t take his eyes off Logan’s face. In his dark green suit, he was gorgeous. Winter, Christmas, green, frozen pond, strength.

Logan’s mouth had fought a smile. “Don’t trip us up.”

Finn couldn’t even remember what music had played. Only holding Logan’s hands at the alter. His brother Alex’s happy brown eyes as he’d handed them the rings. A squeeze to his shoulder.

They knew Logan had—died. God, what would Finn say now? He shook himself, he tried to hold onto the memory. Logan’s hands had been so warm, leaning down to kiss the ring he’d just slipped on Finn’s fingers and drawing awes from the audience. Finn felt tears in his throat. He brought his own fist, the cold gold, to his lips.

In sickness and in health. For better and for worse. For richer and for poorer.

In memory and, what? Forgetting?

Until parted by death. Finn had done no such thing. No part of him had been severed from Logan when he’d thought he was dead. He’d simply been dragged, by his very soul possibly, there with him. It didn’t matter that he had been walking around and talking. He felt very much, upon hearing Logan’s voice, that he’d just taken his first breath in months.

Leo had told him not to wander, but Finn needed to look at something else other than his own mind.

Down a very narrow street, just a few steps away from where the others were gathered, a small bookshop rested, closed just then. It looked like it had been built right into the city’s stones itself. Finn walked towards its window display and crouched to read the Greek titles. Beautiful typography, even if he couldn’t read it. He could see the way the shelves turned and folded into a maze within. If he looked past his own faint reflection in the window—God, he did look horrible—he could see him and Logan there. He could pretend. He could turn the shop lights on in his mind and feel Logan’s hand in his. Logan would have let him drag him around the shelves. Would have pressed him up against one and kissed him. What Finn would do to feel the way Logan kissed again.

And then the memory snapped. The lights turned off and Finn shivered.

Something cold was pressing against the back of his head.

Finn didn’t know how, but he knew it was a gun.

“I told you to stop trying to find me.”

Logan’s voice was right behind him. Finn’s mouth parted. His eyes unfocused, shifting away from the shop’s interior and zeroing back in on his own reflection. His own surprised brown eyes. He looked up. Up, slow, up…

Standing behind him in the window’s watery mirror, there he was.

After months. Months of thinking he was dead. In the pale, grey light of the window, Logan looked unreal. A ghost, completely imagined. No hat, brown hair curling against his neck. Even like this, his eyes were vividly green. Black coat. His gun against the back of Finn’s neck, where Logan had kissed him so many times. Finn dropped the tea. It burned his knee through his jeans but he could hardly feel it.

Slowly, Finn began to turn his head.

The gun dug into his skull. “Don’t move.”

But Finn did. He dropped to his knees. He put his hands up and he turned. Logan could shoot him if he really thought he should. But in that case Finn needed to see him one last time.

“I said stop,” Logan said, but he let Finn turn. The gun was right at his chest now. Logan. Logan had a gun on him, and he was looking at Finn with an expression that Finn had never seen before or at least didn’t remember. Logan hadn’t looked at Finn like he didn’t know anything about him since that first handshake back at college. Ten years of knowing each other inside out and suddenly there was this. Tanned skin, broad shoulders.

“Logan,” Finn said. He didn’t know where this courage was coming from. Logan didn’t recognize him. For all Finn knew, Logan would shoot. “It’s me.”

Hesitation. At least Finn could still read that on Logan’s face.

“You’re Logan,” Logan said. “The phone number. I…I see your phone number.”

Finn shook his head. “No. You’re Logan. Logan Tremblay.”

The gun wavered. If Finn was really smart, or had any sort of training at all, he would try to get rid of it entirely. But it didn’t feel real. For the amount Finn had been around guns—never—it looked like a toy. In Logan’s hand, his Logan, it looked like a toy.

“I’m—I’m Logan,” Logan repeated haltingly. Questioningly.

Finn nodded. How didn’t he know his own name?

“Who are you?” Logan asked.

“Finn. I’m Finn.”

Logan seemed to remember the gun. He raised it back to Finn’s chest. “Why do I see your number?”

“Because you gave it to me.”

“No. No, I didn’t know where it would go.”

“Yes. You gave it to me for emergencies. So we could keep in touch in case… In case anything happened.”

“Why? Who do you work for?”

“I’m a professor of English Literature at King’s College. In London. I moved there for you.”

“Why?” Logan fired the questions like an interrogation, but Finn could see how curious he was.

“For your work.”

“No, why did you move for me?”

Finn thought of Sirius. There had been something said about not saying too much. That it was too much too soon. But just then, Finn couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stand it.

“Logan,” Finn said softly. His hands were still raised, and he hoped Logan would notice his ring. “Lo, we’re married.”

The gun flagged again. Logan just stared at him. His eyes flit to the gold on his left hand.

Finn eased that hand forward, palm up. “We’ve been married for five years. Lo, something’s happened to you—”

Finn broke off when Logan dropped the gun. It rattled on the floor. Logan’s face twisted up in pain. His hands went to his head and he dropped to his knees right in front of Finn with a low cry.

“Lo?” Finn reached for him. Logan sagged against his chest, gasping for air. “Oh God—Logan, what—”

Logan didn’t seem like he could support his own weight. His eyes were closed, teeth grit.

“Logan.” Finn gathered him close, cradling his back, getting his legs under him to pull Logan into his lap. He didn’t care if Logan didn’t know him, he wasn’t going to let him lay on the cold ground. “Logan, can you hear me?” He looked up, searching for Leo or Sirius.

“Finn.”

When Finn looked back down, Logan was staring at him. Finally, a shade of green he knew. A shade that knew him. Logan reached for him. “Finn. Rouge.”

Finn felt his eyes fill with tears. “It’s—It’s me. Oh God—Lo, it’s me.”

Finally, it felt like when Logan was looking at him, he actually saw him. He gripped onto Finn’s jacket and touched his face. Finn leaned his cheek into Logan’s palm.

“It’s me, it’s me,” Finn whispered. “Lo—”

“Listen to me. Listen to me. Salazar—” Logan said, and his face screwed up in pain again. A sound of pain broke in his throat and his back arched in Finn’s arms. He grabbed Finn tighter. “No, no, no, listen Finn, listen—”

“Logan.” Finn held him tighter. “You’re scaring me, you’re scaring me—”

Logan’s nose began to bleed, a thin red trail down his cheek bone, but his eyes opened again. “Tell Leo…” Logan’s fingers dug into the skin of his neck, but Finn didn’t care. He only cared that Logan was looking at him, talking to him.

“What,” Finn said. “Tell Leo what?” Finn’s voice went high through tears. He wiped the blood from Logan’s nose. “Baby, what’s wrong? What happened to you, why didn’t you come home, what can I do—”

“Pascal,” Logan said, and then his entire body went limp in Finn’s arms.

“No—” The word came out strangled. “Logan, Logan—”

“Let go of him, O’Hara.”

Finn’s head snapped up. A man was standing there. Sandy-hair and with a severe face. He had a gun trained on him, held with two hands.

“Throw the gun,” the man said, not lowering his own. “Get up. And no one will get hurt.”

Finn held Logan closer, tilting his face, the blood drying across his cheek, against his chest and away form the cold wind. “Who are you?”

“I said let him go.”

Finn picked up Logan’s gun and aimed it. “Don’t touch him. Who the fuck are you?”

The man just laughed. “You don’t even know how to point that thing correctly.”

“But I do.”

They both turned to see Leo standing there. He had his gun raised at the man, but his eyes went wide when his saw his face.

“Jack?” Leo said. “What the hell? What are you doing here?”

“Stay out of this Leo,” Jack said, and turned back to Finn and Logan. “Tell him to hand over Tremblay.”

“Jack,” Leo said again. “Put the fucking gun down! He’s a civilian.”

“Then he shouldn’t be handling a service weapon,” Jack said. He cocked his own gun. “Let go of him, Finn. Set him down and step away.”

“No,” Finn said. “No.”

Jack grit his teeth and fired a shot into the air. Finn flinched down, curving his body over Logan’s. He’d never heard a gunshot in real life before. At least not like this. His own hand flexed around the handle of Logan’s gun. Jack was right. He didn’t have a clue how to shoot this thing. What if he needed to and nothing happened? Wasn’t there a safety mode?He heard cries of shock from the distant main street at Jack’s shot and tried to imagine someone getting scared because of him.

“Get up,” Jack said.

“No.”

Another single shot rang out and all three of them, Finn, Leo, and Jack flinched. None of them had fired it. Jack looked around wildly and Leo raised his eyes towards the rooftops.

Sirius and James rounded the corner on each other’s heels with their guns raised.

“Jack,” Sirius said, then saw Leo with his gun and raised his, too. He flitted his eyes to Finn and stopped hard when he saw who Finn was holding. “Logan…”

“Who the fuck was that?” Jack demanded, rounding on Sirius. “Who are you working for? What did Lupin say to you?”

James was positioned just out of view behind the street corner, but Finn could see him. “You’re not making any sense, Archer.”

Jack Archer. Finn carded his fingers through Logan’s hair, trying to think if he’d heard that name. Too much of his mind was bleeding bleeding Logan bleeding to remember.

“Remus?” Sirius called out hesitantly, eyes also towards the sky. Had the shot come from the roof? Finn couldn’t tell. “Is that you?”

“We have to go,” Finn said, locking eyes with Leo. “He’s hurt. He’s…” He looked back down at Logan’s face. It was relaxed now, peaceful even, but Finn couldn’t get the feeling of the way his body had contracted in on itself. “Please don’t die,” Finn whispered. “Please, Lo, I can’t, I know I can’t without you.”

There was no reply from above, and Jack fired off four shots, making Leo scream at him to stop. When he didn’t, Leo ran up behind him and disarmed him cleaning in three deadly hits to his shoulder, and elbow.

“What’s going on, Jack?” Leo asked, holding both guns now, pointing them towards the ground.

Jack scowled, eyes on his gun.

“What would Remus have told us?” Sirius asked.

Jack began to back up. “Like I’d give up what we know.”

“Did you know he was alive?” Sirius strode forward fast, gun raised. “Did you?”

Finn didn’t think of Sirius as calm exactly, but he did think of him as collected. He didn’t seem either one just then. He had a snarl to his voice. He looked like he was seriously considering killing Jack if he answered yes to that question.

“Did you?” Sirius shouted, and fired a shot of his own, just beside Jack’s head. It sent Jack running, with no weapon of his own.

The last thing Finn saw of Sirius was the flash of his gray eyes as he gave chase.

“Finn.” Leo’s voice. Finn realized, as he stared at his hands gripping Logan to him, that he was shaking again. Leo’s gloved hands covered his own. He’d put his gun away and he was staring at Logan. Blue. God, his eyes were so very, very blue. Finn had always been a little struck by that. Like water, though water wasn’t blue, was it? Like the sky in water. Though the sky wasn’t blue. Like light.

“He wanted to shoot me,” Finn heard himself whisper.

“What?” Leo said breathlessly. Slowly, he took the gun out of Finn’s trembling hand. Finn let him. “Shoot you?”

“And then he knew me,” Finn said, and Leo’s eyes widened.

“He did?”

“For a second.” Finn stroked the blood off of Logan’s cheek. “For a second, he knew me. He said tell Leo…”

“What?” Leo’s hand tightened. “Tell me what? Tell me what?”

“Pascal,” Finn said. Logan’s eyes moved beneath his eyelids. Delicate. Alive. “And now he’s…” Alive. Alive alive. “Now he’s like this. He said Pascal.”

[moonstruckme]

i sent the marauders question, tysm for answering :) could i request reader being embarrassed about her stutter and getting reassurance or maybe ordering at a restaurant? your writing always makes my day - thank you for doing it!

Thank you for requesting lovely!! I based the way I wrote this on a friend I had with a stutter, but that was some years ago so if it's inaccurate please let me know <3

cw: reader experiences anxiety/insecurity around stuttering

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 817 words

Remus can feel the tension radiating from you before the waitress even stops at your table. Your knee starts bouncing lightly. 

“Hi, are we ready to order?” She glances between you, and Remus lets you nod for the both of them. “Perfect!”

Her eyes go to you, but you turn to Remus, a desperate look in your eyes. He clears his throat. 

“Um, may I have the chocolate crepe?” he asks. The waitress blinks, refocusing on him. 

“Sure, with bacon or sausages?” 

“Sausages, please.” 

“Alright. And for you, love?” 

Your jaw is already tight, an anticipatory act Remus recognizes. He sets a hand on your knee under the table. You stop jiggling it, taking in a subtle breath. 

“May I please have the b…blueberry p…p…” Remus glances at the waitress. There’s new awareness in her expression, but otherwise it reads of nothing but patience. He rubs the side of your leg, and you try again. “Can I have the blueberry p…” 

Your hands have started to shake. Remus gives your knee an encouraging squeeze, but it’s no use. You look to him, a silent plea in your eyes. 

“The blueberry pancakes,” he says to your waitress. 

“Sounds good,” she says easily. “Short or tall stack?” 

Remus looks at you, but you’ve turned your head down towards your menu. 

“Tall,” he says. “Thanks.” 

“No problem.” She gathers up your menus. You don’t look up. “Let me know if you need anything else.” 

He waits until she’s well out of earshot to take your hand in his. It’s still trembling gently, like a butterfly flittering against his palm. 

“Sweetheart,” he says softly. “Hey, you’re okay.” 

You shake your head, angling your body towards his and away from the rest of the restaurant. He’s glad when you look at him, though the shame in your expression has spiderweb cracks spreading across his heart. 

“I’m s…so emb…b—” Your eyes pinch shut, and you blow out a harsh breath. 

Remus hates when you do this. When your tongue gets stuck and you let it lie. There’s so much defeat about you afterwards, it floats over your head like a gray cloud. But he knows this isn’t the time to push you. 

“You don’t need to be,” he tells you honestly. “You were doing great. Really, you know I don’t mind stepping in for you, but you could have handled it on your own.” 

You press your lips together and try to pull your hand from his, but Remus interlaces your fingers. He can feel your pulse pounding against the butt of his palm when he presses down. 

“Relax, dove.” 

You take a breath. Swallow. “She was annoyed with me,” you say.

He shakes his head. “She didn’t care.” 

“I was using up t…too much time.”

“How do you figure?” 

“She has other tables.” 

Remus smiles slightly, stroking his thumb up the length of yours. “Look around, sweetheart. This place isn’t packed. I don’t think she was in any rush.” 

A flicker of uncertainty crosses your expression. Your knee starts to bounce again, but this time Remus only setting his thigh against yours gets it to stop. 

“I think,” he says quietly, “that you have a tendency to assume you’re bothering people when you’re not.” Your gaze flits away from his eyes, then back, and Remus holds it there. He hopes you can see all the sincerity he feels in them. “She didn’t give a shit how you were speaking. She wasn’t annoyed with you, she was probably just thinking about the next question she’d have to ask. Anyway, everyone likes pretty girls. That’s just basic psychology.” 

You snort. “If you want me to really start stuttering, keep flirting with me in public,” you say. But something about you has loosened, and Remus feels himself relaxing in response. 

“If you want to keep me from it,” he replies, “you’re going to have to come up with a legitimately troublesome consequence.” 

You turn away from him, but not before he sees the edge of the smile you’re trying to hide. He gives your hand a little tug. 

“I have a question for you, darling.” 

“No, I think you’re d…done.” 

“Come on,” he urges, “it’s a serious question.” 

When you turn back around, you’ve stowed away your amusement but it’s poorly concealed, shining through your eyes. “Hm?” 

“Are you going to be able to enjoy your pancakes here,” he asks sincerely, “or would you rather I get us boxes so we can eat at home?” 

You think on it for a minute, your gaze wandering about the restaurant. Remus can speculate what you’re looking for: gawping tables, kids turned around in their booths to listen, your waitress whispering furtively by the host’s station. You don’t find any of it. 

“I think I’ll b…be okay eating here,” you tell him, turning your eyes up to his almost sheepishly, “thanks.” 

Remus gives your hand a squeeze. “Attagirl.” 

[fruitcoops]

Intrusion

Andromeda's return! I loved writing her for the other fics she's appeared in, and figured an introduction was in order since she'll be back again very soon. Andy being fabulous and Remus being wildly out of his depth is a favorite trope of mine. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

“Sirius,” Remus called without moving an inch from the doorway. “There’s a person in our house.”

Because, well, there was. A person, that is. Sitting in their living room. Remus was 99.9% sure she had not been there when he left, forty-five minutes prior.

The woman watched him as if daring him to speak. Her eyes were almost as dark as her hair, warm chestnut against her pale skin. Her lower lip was fuller than the upper one, though her lipstick accentuated the Cupid’s bow and slight uptick at one side. It was an oddly familiar shape. A perfect brow quirked once, and her smile grew. “Bonjour.”

“Hello,” Remus said, rather stupidly. He stared at her for another long moment before turning toward the kitchen; a pan of something popped and hissed. “Babe—”

“Ouais, sorry, yes!” The noise grew exponentially for a few seconds. Remus bit his tongue and turned back to the woman, who had draped herself with a kind of casual confidence in Sirius’ favorite couch spot. Somehow, that detail unsettled him more than the rest of her presence.

He tilted his head slightly. “This is going to sound so rude, but are you supposed to be here?”

Even her snort was dignified. “Sirius!” she shouted. Her accent poked at the back of Remus’ mind, somewhere he couldn’t quite place… “Introduce me, you—”

Remus blinked. It wasn’t every day someone called his fiancé a rat in pristine French. And when Sirius (finally) rounded the corner of the kitchen with two plates in hand, he only looked fondly annoyed. The kind reserved for Regulus and, on occasion, Logan. “You come to my house,” he began, gesturing at her with the plate. “Unannounced, demand food, and then call me names? I never should have let you across the yard.”

“Rat.”

“If I turned the sprinklers on, would you melt?”

“Wrong sister.” The woman accepted her plate with a grin. Remus began to wonder if he had stepped through a portal to an alternate universe. “I thought you said you texted your fiancé, eh?”

Sirius looked up at him then, frowning slightly. “I did.”

“I left my phone here.” Like an idiot.

Sirius’ eyes flickered over him; Remus didn’t really want to know what he looked like to warrant that slow nod. “I see.”

Remus waited a few seconds for him to continue and saw the woman roll her eyes. “There’s a person. In our house,” he repeated with a significant look.

There it is. Sirius straightened like he had been shocked, waving his sandwich toward the woman. “Yes! Remus, this is Andromeda. Andy, this is Remus.”

Ah. So it could get worse. “Your cousin?”

“The only tolerable one,” she confirmed with a smile. She stood with easy grace, holding a hand out to shake (or possibly kiss—Remus wasn’t sure). “Andromeda Tonks. It’s wonderful to meet you at last.”

“Remus Lupin, and you as well.” Something inside him died at the feeling of her hand against his sweaty palm. The only cousin Sirius wanted within a fifty-mile radius, and he had gone and made an idiot of himself right away. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were coming.”

“Neither did I,” Sirius huffed. “But you all seem to have a habit of turning up.”

“Is this about Uncle Alphard?”

“Of course it’s about Uncle Alphard!”

Remus raised a faint hand. “You lost me.”

Sirius just kissed his cheek, which was not nearly as comforting as he obviously intended it to be. “My family likes to show up to places without invitation. Don’t worry about it.”

Privately, Remus was extremely worried about it. He turned a smile on Andromeda and hoped the blistering summer heat hadn’t rendered him too disgusting. “I’m so glad you could come visit. Are you in town for long?”

“Non, my husband is visiting for work and I figured we should make a formal introduction.” Her smile was kind, if sharp at the corners. The narrowing of her eyes when she turned to Sirius made the hair at the back of Remus’ neck rise, yet he seemed unperturbed. “I hope you didn’t think I’d pass through without saying ‘hello’, little cousin.”

“You’re just upset I was home first and not my fiancé.”

Her gaze flicked back and pinned Remus like a moth on a hobbyist’s board. “Perhaps. He’s cute. I like him.”

“Thanks?” Remus managed. This conversation didn’t feel like one he should be privy to.

“You said Ted was in town?” Sirius continued, herding him gently to the couch with a hand on his bicep. Two small pulses followed. Sorry.

Remus draped an arm across the back of the couch when they sat and rubbed the side of his thumb over the bend of Sirius’ shoulder. Forgiven. A brief smile rippled over Sirius’ lips; the knot in his stomach eased by a degree. He would have preferred to vacuum the living room so his first impression wasn’t abysmal, but Andromeda seemed content to perch on a cushion like a mildly frightening bird and munch on her sandwich.

She swallowed daintily, raising her paper napkin (Jesus, Sirius couldn’t even have gone and grabbed the nice cloth ones? Honestly.) to her lips as if it was made of fine silk. “He is. There’s a work conference happening, so obviously they wanted him to speak at it.”

Remus sent a prayer of thanks to his mother for drilling the importance of small talk throughout his childhood. “Oh, what does he do?”

“He’s a landscaping specialist,” she said proudly.

Bingo. “My father is in landscaping, actually.”

“Really?” Andromeda’s eyes lit up and she leaned slightly forward. “Fascinating. What region?”

“He stays close to Madison, since my brother is still in school. Sirius mentioned your daughter is starting kindergarten soon?”

“She has one year left of preschool,” Andromeda corrected, though it was kind. Remus filed that away—maybe they would appreciate a congratulatory card in the spring. “And your mother?”

“She works in administration, and sometimes fills in as an emergency substitute teacher.”

“Yes, I remember she posted about a recent craft project on her Instagram. She makes lovely desserts, by the way.”

Remus restrained himself from gaping at her. Was it normal to admit to stalking your cousin’s fiancé’s mother’s baking-themed Instagram page? If that was something to expect from Sirius’ less-unhinged family members, he had wildly underestimated the extent of the ones they didn’t speak to. “That’s…very kind of you. I’ll let her know.”

“Please do,” Andromeda agreed, managing to lick some stray honey from her knuckle without smudging her lipstick. “We’d love to meet your family someday. Ted would be thrilled to speak with your father, I’m sure. And Regulus has been pestering me about visiting Nymphadora for ages, so we’ll be around.”

He felt Sirius balk under his arm. “Regulus has been texting you?”

“Of course.”

“He doesn’t text me.”

“Because you’re boring. Clearly, he likes me more.” Her words were biting, but her expression was pure mischief. “Remus, you play for the Lions as well, yes?”

“I do.”

“My husband is an avid Badgers fan. He was heartbroken when you clobbered them. I still don’t think he’s forgiven you for that play, actually.”

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the— “I’m…sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be. He’s quite cute when he’s frustrated,” she said cheerfully, waving off the apology with a manicured hand. Her thin silver bracelets clinked like bells; Remus’ head began to spin. This woman was playing 5D chess in their living room, and he had been left with a single pawn at best. It was rather devastating to realize Sirius’ entire family was made of highly attractive, highly intelligent people. He had never stood a chance.

“I’m so glad to hear that,” felt like the best answer he could give. Sirius gave his thigh a subtle pat, which he took as a good sign.

“You should bring Dora and Ted around sometime,” Sirius offered. “We have all summer off. Maybe dinner?”

“Is there a park nearby?”

“Down the street.”

“A picnic, then,” Andromeda said with a decisive nod. “The weather has been too nice lately, and we couldn’t possibly intrude on your home.”

Remus blinked. For real? After all this?

“It’s not an intrusion,” Sirius scoffed. “We’d be happy to have you both.”

“Oh, non—”

“It’s an invitation—”

“I simply couldn’t—"

“Andy—”

“Ugh, fine.” She threw her hands up in surrender, and Remus had the sneaking suspicion some duel of Victorian-style politeness had just been completed. The winner remained unclear to his plebian sensibilities. “In that case, I’ll send you my calendar and we’ll work something out. Remus, do you have allergies?”

“Uh, pollen?”

“To food.”

“Then no.”

She beamed at him. “Excellent. We’ll bring watermelon and appetizers.” Her plate hit the coffee table without so much as a whisper of a sound; she stood in the same motion, smoothing her dress of invisible wrinkles. “I should go now. Thank you for hosting, and for the sandwiches. This was a delight.”

“It was great to have you.” Remus stood with far less poise, still feeling as if he had missed several important conversation steps along the way. “Please come back any t—ope.”

Her hug was brief, yet surprisingly loving, and the kiss to each of his cheeks quick enough that he didn’t fully register them until she had moved on to squeeze Sirius tight. “Text me more,” she said when they parted, patting the side of his face. “I missed you. It’s been too long since we spoke.”

Sirius shuffled, a little awkward, a lot earnest, every inch the wayward baby cousin next to her effortless confidence in spite of the way he enveloped her in their second embrace. “It was good to see you, Andy,” he said quietly.

Remus saw her sigh; the rigidness of her spine relaxed, tipping her just an inch into Sirius’ chest. One hand rubbed between his shoulder blades with the smoothness of an old habit. For a moment, he saw them as they were in one of Sirius’ oldest nightstand photos: the runaway and the rebel, arms slung over each other as they slogged through a wreck of a family toward freedom. Andromeda had looked fierce even at 17; next to her, Sirius’ stubborn scowl made them quite the pair.

There was no fight in them, now. Not against the soft blues and greens of the living room. Their cheekbones and bright eyes and perfect posture had given way to gentler things. Andromeda pulled back first, reaching up to tug at Sirius’ hair until he batted her hands away and shooed her toward the front door with a whine of quick French that made her laugh.

“Take care of him for me, Remus!” Andromeda called over her shoulder, then closed the door before he could answer.

Silence followed in her wake. Sirius exhaled slowly, sticking his hands in his pockets as he watched her leave through the main window. The sudden appearance of any of the Blacks was generally an omen of the end of the world in their house.

“She’s nice,” Remus remarked at last.

Sirius’ faint smile broadened with affection. “Yeah.”

“Very…put together.”

“Her mother was big on decorum.” His nose wrinkled at that, but smoothed soon enough. “It makes her a star at parties, though. Her husband, Ted, adores her.”

“For the parties?”

“Non, definitely not,” Sirius laughed as he bent to collect the plates from the coffee table. “For everything about her. He’s great. You two would get along well.”

“I’m sure we’d have plenty to talk about,” Remus agreed, watching him fold the paper napkins in perfect creases with absentminded motions. Her mother was big on decorum. That would be Sirius’ aunt, then, the one with the truly unfortunate name. His mother’s sister. Sirius hummed under his breath while he put away the dishes and Remus decided not to press for information; if Andromeda’s mother was strict enough to make Sirius comment on it, he wasn’t sure that can of worms needed to open. “Is Ted the one she ran off with?”

“Who else?” Sirius called from the kitchen, still audibly amused. “I’ve met him once or twice—he’s very calm, very caring. They balance each other. He reminds me a lot of you.”

“Calm and caring?”

“No.” Sirius reappeared with a sideways grin and crossed the room to cup Remus’ face in both hands, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Well, yes, but also you would climb a wrought iron fence for me and threaten to fistfight my father.”

“…I have threatened to fistfight your father.”

“Precisely.” Sirius kissed him again, slow enough that Remus’ stomach tumbled as he pressed up on his toes for more. Sirius’ heart beat steady and calm against his own; Remus could feel his smile. “You’d rescue me from a garden in the dead of night if I asked you to.”

“Just say the word,” he murmured.

“Mmm. No rescues necessary.” Sirius nudged their noses together and bit lightly at Remus’ lower lip. “I’m happy right where I am.”

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (12)

@tastetherainbow290

chapter 26

rip james potter’s leg he’s gone full peeta

sirius is visiting reg

reg ☹️

talking about throwing up is arguably the worst part of this fic so far

“It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt. (Sirius really liked this shirt.)”

i am legitimately shaking but i don’t know if this is important so i need to read it

please stop talking about throwing up

poor regulus i feel so bad

and hes throwing up again

i cant even think about this what if i just skim the rest

ok pov switch thank god

oh no i forgot remus has to go back… 

sirius is so considerate

nooo remu

sirius pov again im praying there isn’t any more throwing up

and there it is.

poor regulus ahhhhh i just feel so bad for him like. i want to give him a hug.

why doesn’t regulus want to see james ☹️

sirius is visiting james now

that was sweet. sad, but sweet.

remus pov again

remu ❤️‍🩹

can someone tell me why the rat is my 5th most used emoji

"You're so precious to me, did you know that?"

remus loves sirius (duh)

chapter 27

i’m sad for wolfstar what’s gonna happen

"You can trust that the only person I have an interest in seeing naked is your brother." 😭

this hallow drama is actually hilarious

reggie 💔

i’m scared that pandora is going to die in the future bc we have t seen any of her pov

this is so sad.

no thoughts just sadness.

“i’m collecting them all” i’m glad to see you making jokes reg

"Oh, this is just the bruise finally blooming from where I tripped and fell the moment I saw you,"

this was a lighter chapter but still sad

chapter 28

back to james pov

oh no a nightmare

CRAP I FORGOT ABT MY MATH HOMEWORK it was due yesterday but she hasn’t graded it yet so if i turn it in now she won’t take of points for it being late

math homework is finished! back to reading (suffering)

oh yeah. nightmare. ☹️

"I wasn't supposed to go through this," no james, you were not. i’m sad now (i have been sad)

james leave regulus aloneeee (don’t leave him alone)

shrodinger’s cat mention

“james”

i’m actually crying right now.

nooo why are the fighting

james is getting his glasses back soon!!! huzzah

"I don't want to be a great, big tragedy anymore,"

baby

“it’s a parting gift” i’m crying again

regulus and remus friendship <3

“we broke up” “you were together?” 😭

ugh this is so sad. already i’ve cried more times than reading atyd AND choices and ive barely made a dent in cr

oh no interview prep

evan mention 💔

every time i see the word hallow in this fic im like “i need to add this (hallow/hollow) to my list of homophones” and i never do bc im writing all my thoughts in my notes app and my homophones list is in a different folder than my marauders thoughts 

chapter 29

oh me oh my hanky panky happening in this chapter i wonder for who

every time i call sex hanky panky i give myself the ick

"We broke up? This is news to me” james 😭

“No one needs romantic love to be fulfilled as a person. Not everyone wants it, and then there are those who aren't ready, and all of it is okay. That doesn't mean there's an absence of love, or that you're getting it wrong. You're not, Regulus, I promise." 

they’re holding hands (but for sad reasons)

interview time i’m scared

evan ☹️☹️☹️

vanity ☹️☹️☹️

“We love your love, don't we?" 💔

this is so sad omg i genuinely don’t know how im going to survive this

GLASSES!!!!!!

so he’s just been wearing contacts this whole time?

ok i need to go do my duolingo. 

i am back from duolingo.

james telling sirius to go have sex with remus on their last night 😭 i mean fair. they should

"I'm absolutely thinking about your brother right now." oh, james

james telling sirius about him and reg 😭 poor sirius

sirius asking james for tips 💀

“i expect all the details” james fleamont potter 😭

sirius is such a good brother. i love him. 

remus pov !!

“i would not have known joy if i did not have the pleasure of knowing you”

ugh wolfstar. i love you. 

😯 hanky panky

spine has been realigned

ok but any time any of them ever talk about getting off it just makes me think about one time when i was at a district choir concert and when we were practicing one of our songs the director said “there won’t be a dry seat in the audience” (he meant dry eye, bc the song was beautiful, but it just came out like everyone in the audience would dream their pants 😭) but. unnecessary story and it isn’t really that funny unless you were there but. 

chapter 30 (?!)

evan 💔

god.

remus ‘reading’ sirius’ mind 😭

they have to say goodbye ☹️

barty mention!!!!

*singing* i just miss you and i just wish you were a better man

“i love you” eeeeeeeee

omg kissing

and it’s over.

“i don’t want to hurt you anymore” 💔

eeeee they’re kissing again

“it’ll take a while but later—much later—james will look back on this and wonder, sadly, if it was a parting gift, too.” WHAT

sirius kissing the mask so remus will always have a sirius kiss

i love pandora

wolfstar goodbye 💔

the fact that all of this happened in the span of two weeks

effie and monty!!!!!!!!!!

the next chapter is lily… should i read it or go to sleep