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moonstruckme · 8 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do poly!marauders with a clumsy s/o? Thank you!

Thanks for requesting love!

cw: blood

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

“I’m going to purchase one of those leashes for unruly toddlers,” James says, thick lashes nearly touching as he squints down at your hand. “And I’m going to keep it around my wrist at all times.”

“It won’t be as good at catching me as you are,” you point out. You do your best not to wince as he picks a piece of gravel out of your palm, but his eyes flick up to you anyway, an apology in them.

“No, but at least I’ll be able to keep you close.”

You laugh a little. “I trip whether you’re nearby or not.”

“Beg to differ.” He sounds bitter, but James has always had a terrible poker face and the uptilt of his lips betrays him. He spreads ointment over the cuts on your hand before bandaging it. “If I was with you, this would’ve never happened. Guaranteed.”

“Yes, it’s all your fault.” Remus comes in from the kitchen, maneuvering carefully so as not to get the hot mug he’s carrying anywhere near James. He sets it next to your thigh on the bathroom counter. “Jamie,” his tone is chiding, a bit tired, “why have you started with her hands? She’s bleeding down to her ankles.”

“It’s nearly dried anyway,” you say, looking down at your shredded knees. Remus feels too bad for you to give you one of his worse reprimanding looks, but his eyes convey tremendous exasperation nonetheless.

“Because I knew she’d need her hands to hold her tea,” James replies, bumping Remus’ hip lightly with his. “Ease up, I’ve got it. Did you make yourself some tea too?”

Remus glances towards the kitchen the way an old captain might gaze at the sea. “I thought about it…”

“Do that,” James says. He finishes up with your other hand, bandaging it carefully. “Actually, would you mind just putting a kettle on? I’ll have a cup, and Sirius might want one too.”

You frown at that, but neither of your boyfriends see, Remus going into the kitchen with renewed purpose and James smiling slightly to himself as he finishes wrapping your hand.

“One of these days,” he whispers, backing up a bit so he can work on your knees, “you’re going to have to sit on the couch and feed Remus chocolates for all you put his heart through. We’ll be lucky if the next time you fall he doesn’t have an attack.”

“What’s Sirius coming here for?” you ask.

“Well, he does live here.”

You give him a look, but he doesn’t glance up from cleaning the blood off your shin. “He’s supposed to be shopping with Marlene.” Accusation and betrayal line your words. “You texted him?”

James looks up at you now, sympathetic if not quite sorry. “You know I had to. He would’ve murdered me if he’d come home and seen you all bandaged up and nobody had told him.”

“You could take him,” you grumble.

He laughs. “I don’t know, sweetheart. He fights dirty.”

You laugh too, though it’s more a humorous huff. “He can’t come home every time I trip,” you say, twisting the string of your tea bag around your index finger. “It’s not like I need to go to the hospital.”

James works a larger piece of gravel out of your knee, eyebrows knit together by compassion. “He worries,” he says simply. “He wants to come home every time you hurt yourself, though if you recall, I didn’t tell anyone about you banging your head on the microwave door yesterday, or about when you fell on the stairs last week.” He looks up, grinning when you shrink, abashed. “But when you fall this bad, it’s a bit harder to hide. Sorry, lovie.”

It’s a double apology, for ratting you out and for the sting of the ointment he smears over your knee. You hiss through your teeth. “Fair enough,” you say. James smooths a large band-aid over the series of shallow cuts, kissing the skin just above it for good measure. “I just don’t like to worry him. Any of you, if I can help it.”

He shrugs. “I don’t think you can,” he says. You get what he means. Remus is a worrier, Sirius even more so, protective by nature and nurture. And each of your boyfriends cares about you too much to ignore how often you hurt yourself, even if you really think they should be desensitized to it and annoyed with you by now. “But I’m trying to get you cleaned up before he sees you, so hopefully that’ll help.”

Like James has just issued a summons, the rumble of Sirius’ bike comes from outside. James grimaces as it slows to a stop.

“I hate that fucking thing,” Remus growls from the kitchen.

James shoots a sad smile in that direction. You think that you might not single-handedly cause Remus’ heart attack if Sirius gets there first.

“Where is she?” Sirius calls as soon as he comes in the door. “I assume there’s a blood trail for me to follow?”

James chuckles. “I told you it wasn’t that grim,” he shouts down the hall, and a second later there are heavy footsteps coming toward you. You brace yourself.

“Fucking hell.” He halts just in the threshold of the bathroom, then seems to change his mind, striding over to you. His eyes are glued to the bloody mess of your uncovered knee. “Darling, what did you do?”

You knew what to expect from him, and still your voice comes out smaller than you mean it to. “I missed the curb going out to get the mail,” you say.

Sirius’ eyes lift to yours, widening. “You fell into the road?” You nod. “You could’ve been hit by a car!”

“There weren’t any cars.” There are almost never any cars on your street, and he knows that.

“You’re lucky there weren’t,” he says anyway, holding his hand out. You place one of yours in it obediently, palm up. There’s a bit of blood marring the beige bandage, and Sirius makes a terribly soft pitying sound. “Your poor, lovely hands.” He runs a careful finger over the covering. “How bad was it?” he asks James.

“I told you, not horrific,” James says, finishing with getting the debris out of your knee and twisting the cap off the ointment. He looks up to be sure you’re ready before he starts smoothing it on.

“Stitches?”

“Oh, tons. She’s held together more by thread than skin at this point.”

You roll your eyes, but Sirius coos, “My poor sweetheart,” and grabs hold of your face to plant a kiss on your lips. You must look as pleasantly surprised as you feel, because he does it again, bending forward to avoid bumping his hip into your knee.

His thumb sweeps across your cheek as he pulls away, brows furrowed. “Does it hurt?” he asks, and now the mirth has disappeared from his tone. You don’t know how Sirius does that, going from teasing to not in a blink.

“Not so badly,” you tell him.

He hums, stroking your face again. “Would you tell me if it did?”

You feel your lips twitch, and Sirius’ eyes narrow like he knows your answer before you’ve spoken. “Probably not,” you admit, “but it really doesn’t.”

He stares you down for a minute, murky eyes scanning yours for traces of untruth, his dark brows lowered. You reach up to slot a piece of hair behind his ear, and he cracks, mouth kicking up at the corner.

“Alright, drink your tea before it gets cold.”

“I’ve actually made tea for everyone,” Remus calls, not from the kitchen this time but from the living room. “And snacks, so please come eat them.”

James grins, touch moving up the back of your knee to your thigh as he stands. “Excellent,” he says eagerly. “You’re all fixed up, m’love. Let’s go take care of Rem now.”

You start to hop down from the counter, but Sirius says, “Wait, wait!” and grabs you by the hips, keeping you in place. “Can you walk?”

You nod, because duh, your legs are scraped, not broken, but Sirius looks to James, the both of them frowning thoughtfully.

“Best not to risk reopening them,” James decides, scooping you up off the counter.

You huff a laugh, rolling your eyes. “Thank you,” you say, rather than this is deeply unnecessary and you’re being ridiculous. James seems to hear both anyway, planting a sloppy, smiley kiss on your cheek. Sirius, satisfied, follows you down the hall. “I didn’t mean to make you my manservant, I swear.”

“Happy to do it,” he says. “Now drink your tea, it’ll make Rem feel better.”

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writtenbymoonflower · 8 months

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Hi! Can I please request a poly!Marauders x reader where the reader has a secret admirer? The reader is receiving anonymous gifts and letters, making the boys anxious and jealous. If not, it's okay! Thank you, author-san!

omg i love this! thank you so much, baby, hope this is okay! gn!reader x poly!marauders

cw: jealousy and possessiveness, borderline harassment and stalking, hickey

1.1k words

You groaned loudly when you opened the front door only to be greeted by yet another bouquet of flowers. You begrudgingly brought the arrangement into the house, setting it on the countertop.

"Again? That’s like the third this week, and it’s only Wednesday." Sirius said, exasperated and (almost) as annoyed as you.

"Fifth, actually." You hated that you were complaining, you knew you were technically very lucky to receive all these gifts, it was just distressing. And to be frank, getting very old.

"Christ, this person is thirsty." Sirius’ voice was strained, clearly more anxious than he was wanting to let on.

"At least it seems they don’t have much of a chance, anyone worth their salt knows that you hate roses, angel." James said, between mouthfuls of his sandwich.

"I know," You cringed. "Who should I give these to this time? Lily has enough flowers to open a shop" You rolled your eyes. "Speaking of," You reached into your work bag and pulled out two boxes. "There were chocolates at my work when I got there yesterday, and a pair of earrings on monday." You walked over to where Remus and Sirius were cuddled on the couch.

“Geez, dove. Are we gonna have to step up our game?” Remus said, voice tinged with jealousy.

"No, this person needs to step down. Or at least give me a return address or something. All the notes say is ‘from someone who appreciates you, xx.’ It’s actually kind of distressing." You handed the smaller box of earrings to Sirius, "Are these your style, honey?"

"What? You don’t want them?" He sounded surprised. Of course you didn’t! Why would you need presents from a random person when you have three boys who give you all the love you could ever need? (and in the way you like it)

"No, I would feel weird wearing them." You cringed, handing the larger box to Remus. "You can have these, I don’t even like cherry chocolate." Remus took the box like it was filled with poison, a disgusted tilt to his lips, just as Sirius dramatically dropped the jewelry box onto the coffee table.

"I don’t know whose grubby paws have been on this box." He sneered. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, looking over to James who was still in the kitchen. He had set his sandwich down and was looking like a kicked puppy. It made your heart crack.

"Jamie, what’s wrong baby? Come here." You beckoned him over. He rushed to your side, placing his hand protectively on your shoulder and gripping you tight. You looked at your other two boyfriends, Remus’ jaw was clenched tight and Srius was still looking at the box and scowling.

"I jus’ don’t like it." James said from your side, his voice was small like a child's.

"Wait, hold on," You said, "Are you all actually worried about this?"

"Define ‘worried’ lovely," Remus said, his voice an awful mix of venomous and depressed. “I don’t think any of us like knowing there’s someone out there fighting for your affections.” His eyes had an angry glint to them.

“Guys,” You said, your heart only breaking further. “You have nothing to be worried about, okay?” James’ grip tightened on you. “There is absolutely no competition here, I’m not even giving these the time of day. I don’t want anything to do with the gifts or the person sending them.”

“But you would if we weren’t in the picture.” Sirius said quietly, all too insecure for your liking. You wormed your way out of James’ grasp, resulting in a whine being pulled from his throat, to crouch in front of Sirius. You grabbed his pretty face in your hands, looking into his sad eyes.

“No, I wouldn’t. I’m not impressed by these gifts.” You took a deep breath, not wanting to confess the next part and worry your boyfriends worse. “They actually kind of scare me.” You admitted, making all their eyes snap to you.

“Scared? Of what, darlin’?” James piped up.

“I just,” You cringed. “I don’t like knowing that there is someone this obsessed with me and I don’t know who they are. And that they know where I live and where I work. I mean, who knows how much they know?”

“Well now I feel like an arse.” Sirius grabbed you from the floor and hauled you onto the couch with him and Remus, wrapping himself tightly around you. “Here I was thinking this person was gonna get you away from us, not knowing they were worrying you.”

“You’re not, I promise!” You reassured. “Honestly, if there was someone doing all this for you three I would be really jealous too.” You placed a hand on two of your boyfriends’ thighs, looking over at James, who was still sulking, now sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “But I can assure you, even if I found out who this person was, they, and no one else, would be able to take me from you three. You aren’t getting rid of me that easy. Besides, I don’t like stalkers.” You joked.

Remus pulled you closer to him, gentle but still much more aggressive than usual. Your other two boyfriends had settled, but he was still heated.

“Remmy,” You turned to face him. “I promise, you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know,” He grunted, burying his face into your neck. You wanted to shrink at the ticklish feeling but you allowed him to stay there, knowing he needed it. Remus had a jealous streak, perhaps the most of all your boyfriends. James and Sirius were more subtle in their protectiveness, but Remus started marking you all like a wolf anytime someone let their gaze linger too long. You buried your fingers in his hair and scratched his scalp, trying to relax him.

“As soon as I find out who this is I will get them to stop, I promise.” You said vehemently. You looked guiltily at all your boyfriends, “I’m sorry this is happening, it isn’t fair to you all.”

“It’s not your fault, dolly.” Sirius placed his hand on your back. “You don’t have anything to be sorry for, you aren’t asking for this.” You were about to hug him, but Remus held fast around your waist, you started to protest, but you felt Remus’ lips latch to a spot on your neck, nibbling and sucking hard enough to sting, but not hurt. The sound you let out was half giggle and half moan.

“Christ, Moons!” James barked, “You trying to brand them or something?” The three of you started giggling like children. Remus released your skin from his teeth, observing the red and purple splotch that was left in his wake.

“Gotta make sure they know what’s mine.” He said, possessively. “Don’t worry," His eyes glinted furiously at your two other boyfriends, "you two are next.”

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luveline · 3 months

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HI!!! so i am obsessed with your reader x coworker james first kiss fic. can we maybe get something about what came after? like how were the interactions the day or week after, how did they behave around each other, did james tell the boys or was he too nervous?

—you and James maintain a facade that Remus sees through

James wheels his chair to be as far from you as possible. He leans back, turns his monitor. Through the gap, he has a perfect window of your face without it being obvious that he’s staring. Well, sort of.

Stop staring.

James reads Remus’ slack message in surprise. He glances at you, finds you still snacking on chocolate covered somethings less covertly than you mean to be, and decides to grace his friend with a message back.

Nope

James, Remus messages.

I’m not really staring

You’re staring. She can definitely tell

James looks back to you, hoping to prove Remus wrong, but you’re staring straight at him. He has the instinct to look away and the sense not to, charmed into grinning when you squint at him, your mock suspiciousness adorable.

“James,” Remus says, clearing his throat.

James pulls his gaze away reluctantly. “What?”

“Can you answer my email?”

The email isn’t an email, but another slack message. Are you serious right now? You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried

James flicks a pen lid at him. “Obvious about what?” he mouths.

You get up and stretch, tactically failing to meet anyone’s eyes as you pick up your empty glass of water and leave.

“James, what’s going on?”

“What ever could you mean, my love?”

Remus rolls his chair toward. “Don’t flirt with me. I’m serious, what the hell is going on with you? You’re supposed to hate the girl.”

“Hate is such a strong word.”

“Well, you’re being a bit much no matter what.”

James bites his cheek in a hurry to straighten up. “You think so?”

Remus just stares at him.

James has done a fantastic job at keeping your kiss a secret. He doesn’t know how, mind you —you kissed him, you kissed him, you asked if you could and you kissed him like a sweetheart with the softest mouth he’s ever had the fortune to feel pressed against his own.

Since your kiss, he’s been feeling weirdly poetic. He totally gets all those Carol Ann Duffy poems they made him read at school now.

One day without telling anybody is impressive, at least to his own standards. “I know what I’m doing,” he says.

Remus frowns. “I’d love to be informed on what exactly that is.”

“Certain events have transpired and convinced me that I was quite wrong to have judged our girl so harshly.”

“Certain events?”

“I’m allowed some mystery,” James says, before smiling so hard it makes him squint and his cheeks apple. He rubs at his face roughly in an attempt to move forward, but he remembers the way your kiss had melded from soft and shy to hungry. Fuck, he loved it. He needs another one. He has no idea how to get it. “Ugh, I’m gonna go get my lunch from the fridge.”

“Sure you are. Alright, well, I’m gonna find Sirius and maybe he can convince you to start acting normal again.”

James goes to the kitchen first but abandons his charade when you aren’t there. He grabs his lunch, tucking it under his arm as he makes his way through to the break room. You’re thankfully, blissfully, sitting by the open window with a shop-bought salad.

He nods at the chair across from you. “Can I sit?”

“Yes.”

“That’s all you're eating?” he asks. A little tray of salad is hardly enough to keep you going until the end of the day. “I have gyoza chilli noodle soup, it’s amazing.”

“You’re gonna eat it cold?” you ask.

He leans forward, elbows on the table, holding your gaze. “No, but I’m busy right now.” He needs time to look you over. Every time he realises how pretty you are is like another beat of his capering pulse.

“Don’t harass me.”

“I’m not harassing you.”

“What would you call this?” You stab a few pieces of lettuce onto your fork. “I can’t have much more for dinner, I just had half a packet of chocolate covered strawberries.”

“Don’t say that, like some snacks and a salad are more than you’re allowed. Here, I'll warm this up and you can share. You’ll really like it, the gyoza are amazing.”

“So what, you’re gonna take care of me now?” you ask. You’re teasing, but there’s a slight edge of bitterness to it like you believe what you’re saying. James is swift to set that right, though he stays speaking in tongues with you.

“I’ve been trying to.” James can hear footsteps at the doorway, and besides, you’re right, he’s being too nice. He sucks in an unbothered breath. “Whatever, loser, stick to your sad salad.”

Your eyes widen. “I don’t want your cold soup, you idiot.”

Sirius and Remus filter in with one of your coworkers just behind them. “I thought you said he was being weird?” Sirius asks. “He seems pretty normal to me.”

Remus sighs forlornly, prompting a side hug from his boyfriend as he shepherds him to the table where you and James are sitting.

“He’s always being weird,” you say.

James kicks your foot gently. You pick through your salad with a poorly concealed smile.

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my-castles-crumbling · 5 months

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awful first meeting - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 392 - nonmagic AU

TW: slight mention of abusive Walburga

He knew it was irrational, to be this upset. He'd seen it coming. But still, running away from one's homophobic parents tended to bring up negative feelings.

So, swiping at the tears running down his face, wincing at the pain that flared from where Walburga had laid hands on him, Sirius stepped into the small café to get out of the rain starting to fall. Because of course, it had to be raining, too.

Sending a quick SOS text to James, he curled into a far booth and allowed the silent sobs to wash over him, pulling his backpack onto his chest and resting his head on the rough fabric. It was after only about thirty seconds of this that a voice made him look up.

"What can I get-oh."

The boy who spoke had the kindest eyes Sirius had ever seen. Chocolate brown and sparkling with concern, eyebrows narrowed and face pointed with worry.

"S-sorry," Sirius mumbled, scrubbing at his wet face. "I don't have money, but I just need- I just need-" he choked back another sob and bit his lip, again burying his face in his bag.

"It's not a problem, love," the soft voice of the boy responded. "I'll be right back, alright?"

And before Sirius could contemplate what the boy was doing, he had returned with a steaming cup of tea.

"On the house," he whispered softly, smiling only a little before he backed off, leaving Sirius to his thoughts.

But as Sirius sniffled and sipped his tea, he began to watch the boy. How he grinned easily at customers. How everyone seemed to know him. How he seemed so kind and safe. How-

"Oi! Sirius! Alright, mate? Who do I need to kill?" James almost yelled bounding into the shop.

He rolled his eyes silently, collecting his things and asking James meekly, "Can you just pay for my drink? I'll explain in the car."

Real concern flashing over James's face, he patted Sirius over the shoulder and approached the boy from earlier.

It was only after they sat in the car that he said. "Here. Think this is for you."

And on the crumpled receipt was a number and a note:

To the boy with the beautiful eyes,

Please call me if you need someone to talk to. You don't deserve to cry like that.

~Remus

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lulublack90 · 5 months

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Prompt 8 - Not A Date

@wolfstarmicrofic May 8, word count 662

“So, fancy going to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday?” Sirius asked. “James is going with Evans and Peter is off with, erm, I can’t remember her name, but he’s off with someone and I don’t want to go on my own.” He scuffed his toe on the rug, looking up at Remus though his eyelashes.

“What, like on a date?” Remus teased. Sirius’s heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t be daft.” He grinned back. But secretly he wished it was a date. He'd wanted one for a while.

“Oh, go on then.” Remus nodded. “I need some new quills anyway.” Sirius beamed.

“Great. Where do you want to meet?”

“Sirius, we live in the same room. We can walk down together.”

“Oh, okay, great.” Sirius felt a bit flustered. James came barrelling in and tackled him to the floor. Thank Merlin for James Potter. He wrapped his arms around James and attempted to get on top of him, but James dead weighted him and squashed him into the floor.

“Hello gorgeous, fancy seeing you here.” James cooed at him.

“Get off me, you big lug.” Sirius wiggled and pushed at James. But that boy was all muscle. James finally got to his feet and hauled Sirius with him. They wandered off together, leaving Remus to his homework.

Saturday came and Sirius had been too excited to sleep. It’s not a date, it’s not a date. He had to keep telling himself. They went down to breakfast together and when they were done James and Peter disappeared off to find their dates.

“Shall we?” Sirius asked, making a show of bowing Remus forward. Remus snorted at him.

“Sure.” And walked off.

The walk down to the village was pretty quiet. The other students milling around them making all the noise.

“So where do you want to go first?” Sirius asked, once the picturesque village was visible before them.

“Honeydukes,” Remus grinned. Of course, Sirius should have known. That boy was addicted to chocolate.

“Perfect.” He grinned as they headed towards the sweet shop.

He opened the door for Remus and said to him as they entered the sweet-smelling place. “Get whatever you want, my treat.” Remus turned and gave him a funny look.

“I thought you said this wasn’t a date.” Sirius swallowed and became very interested in a box of peppermint imps.

“Should I get some of these for Peter? They’re his favourite aren’t they?” Deflection. That always worked, right?

“Sirius, answer the question.” Damn it. Sirius picked up a packet of fudge flies.

“I’ll get these for James as well. Can you see the fizzing whizzbees? I have a hankering for some.” Remus stood in front of him, blocking his way.

“Sirius, is this or is this not a date?” He’d folded his arms, Sirius knew he wasn’t getting out of this.

“Would it really be that bad if it was?!” He scowled. He was fucking this up as usual. He felt the tell-tale stinging behind his eyes as he blinked back tears that had suddenly tried to burst out of him.

Remus’s arms relaxed.

“No,” He said, his voice low and sincere. Sirius’s eyes snapped up to Remus’s, searching his face for any signs that he was joking. “And if this is a date, I won’t feel bad about lightening your purse.” He winked mischievously and Sirius watched as Remus gabbed a basket and began piling all of his favourite sweets into it.

When it was full, they took it to the till and Sirius paid. His purse was indeed considerably lighter when they left the shop. “Silly bugger.” Remus laughed at him at the same time as he took Sirius’s hand in his and entwined their fingers together. “Right I still need quills, then I’m all yours.” Sirius looked down at their hands and couldn’t believe that this was real. He felt ten feet tall and so happy he could have floated off without the assistance of the fizzing whizzbees.

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fandomonetwo · 1 year

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puppy love and flowers — remus lupin

▸summary: he's absolutely sure he loves you. he's absolutely sure you love him. flowers aren't given to just anybody.

▸characters: remus lupin x f! reader, lil snippets of james and sirius and peter

▸tw: hay fever, small sadness moment

▸a/n: consider this my apology for the previous angst post. also, look at the guy. he's a smol bean

REMUS LUPIN WAS a sucker for a good bouquet. He'd always want to give them to you, yet he could never find the moment. There'd always be something that would stop him.

Today was one of the days where his plans were smudged.

It was a Hogsmeade day, so naturally, he with his posse decided to head into the town to scope out bouquets. There was one he'd seen little bit ago that he was fidgeting to buy. It was a beautiful set of red and white roses with baby's breath surrounding them. They were your favourite flowers.

Sirius Black had never felt so depressed than when he had watched his friends realise that the 'sold out' sign was for the bouquet he wanted to get for you. He felt so out of place when Remus looked like he had just been deprived of his natural resource of chocolate.

"Why not just get her different flowers?" the Black boy asked, awkwardness coating his very body in a tense feeling.

Remus sighed. "But those were for her. They were like, specifically crafted just so that she could have them. And now they're gone. And I still haven't gotten her flowers!"

James sympathised more with Remus that Sirius could. James often got flower for Lily from this very shop. Albeit, she always threw them out when she got them, but it was the thought that counted. Peter didn't say anything. He was too busy drawing stars in the snow.

The bespectacled boy put his hand on Remus' shoulder, noticing his friend's eyes welling with tears. "It's alright, mate. There's always tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day."

"But I wanted to get her those today."

There was something so frustrating about not getting something done on the day you planned. You'd feel so incomplete in your tasks, and he'd never get to sleep tonight. Well, he might drift off if he cried long enough.

The walk back to the dorms was long and awkward and tense and depressing. There were so many emotions. Remus has just been thwarted yet again in his attempts to woo you. Peter was plucking the snow off of his mittens one by one.

"Damn, mate, you are so in deep," Sirius teased, trying to lighten the mood. "I mean, I've heard of puppy love, but this just takes the cake."

"Is that supposed to be a pun?" Remus muttered. It was kinda funny.

"I suppose so."

They had only gotten to the dorm when they heard the girls. They were laughing. No, hang on. They were shrieking. And... sneezing?

The four boys entered the common room to find Lily and Marlene holding onto furniture for dear life, their faces as red as their ties. Marlene tried to heave in a breath and little was wiping her face.

And then you sneezed. They erupted into laughter again.

"What on earth is going on?" James asked, confusion filling his bloodstream. The girls couldn't find the words, too busy giggling, so you decided to speak.

"I bought flowers for Remus," you started, your nose stuffed, "and I have just found out that I am, in fact, deathly allergic to flowers."

You sneezed again. The girls didn't completely fall apart, but they still chuckled.

Remus looked at you with those big eyes of his. "You got me flowers?"

"Yeah," you said sheepishly. "I though it'd be a nice surprise, but now I'm covered in snot, my nose and throat hurts, my head kinda aches, and my eyes are red."

You sneezed, and Remus started laughing. He rested his head on your shoulder, despite your protests.

"How did you never realise you had a tendency to get hay fever?" Sirius asked, trying to stifle his own chuckles.

"I don't know. It doesn't get this bad at home. The flowers there are small, and here, I don't go out much in the spring. It's too warm. Plus, it's not like I get up close and personal with flowers now, do I?"

"Yeah, but still. It's hay fever, it's a pretty common thing."

"Like I said," you sneezed again, away from Remus' face, "there just wasn't enough for me to notice." You paused for a second. "I always wondered why I got the sniffles in the springtime. I thought it was just spring colds."

James grinned. "Well, now you know."

You sneezed twice more, Remus brushing the hair out of your sweaty face.

"I think we need to rescue you from your natural foe." He guided you by the hand outside of the common room, and he stole a glance back at the flowers you had bought for him, his heart swelling.

Red and white roses surrounded with baby's breath.

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inkdrinkerworld · 6 months

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Dad!Remus buying matching mommy daughter clothing because he can’t get enough of it. He LOVES to see his girls matching and if you both have a second daughter? It’s all over. Spoils the hell out of them while teaching them to be thankful and giving as well :,)

Omg omg!!! Pregnant!reader and dad!Remus who loves spoiling his three girls.

“Dovey? We’re back,” Remus doesn’t shout for you, he knows you can’t be far or more than two places- the kitchen where he hopes you aren’t and the bedroom where he hopes you are.

The doctor had been very specific, bed rest for the last month just to be safe. There’s been many a falling out between you and Remus over the fact that you refuse to stay in bed, but he gets it. So he lets you get away with little things.

“I’m here Rem, can you come help me with something in the kitchen baby?” He shakes his head as he sets down the bags and sends Charlie to the living room.

“I’m coming dove,” he finds you trying to reach into the pantry, a couple sandwiches open on the cutting board. Without asking, Remus gets the pepper sauce and the mustard you’d been reaching for.

“Thanks Remmy, how was shopping?” You’re breathless and Remus takes over.

“Go sit with Charlie. I’ll be two minutes.”

By the time Remus is in the living room, Charlie is helping you get comfy- moving cushions this way and that and rubbing your belly the way she’s seen Remus do it.

“Bekah, stop kicking mummy. It makes her chest ache.” At five she’s still as thoughtful as she’d ever been but her words have gotten clearer and it breaks your heart.

“Here you go dovey,” Remus hands you half a sandwich and then hands the other to Charlie. “Eat up Charlie girl, we had a long day.”

Remus reaches for the bags. “We got some stuff for Rebekah too,” Remus pulls out lounge wear for you, blue and purple and super soft. Then he tugs one out in Charlotte’s size in the same colour and a final one but tinier.

“Remus! That’s the cutest thing ever.”

Charlie grins, a tiny hand pointing to another bag. “We got other things too mummy! Daddy and I picked out a little lamb for Bekah like I’ve got and more matching things.”

She helps Remus reveal the clothes and toys and by the time they’re done you’ve tears in your eyes. “You’re so sweet, Rem.”

There’s a pink flush in his neck as he leans forward to kiss you. “Got to be sweet on my girls, you all outnumber me.” You slap his chest as you giggle wetly and Charlie frowns.

“Does that make you sad daddy? Only having girls?”

Remus shakes his head and pulls her to his lap. “Not even a little. I love you more than anything. More than I love chocolates.”

She gasps, hands covering her mouth as her eyebrows sky rocket to her hairline. “But you love your chocolates.” She looks at you like Remus has gone mad and you smile.

“And I love you more. You and mummy and baby Bekah, I love you all more than chocolates.”

“We love daddy just as much don’t we, Lottie?” She nods, kissing all over his face.

Remus can’t wait for his second daughter to come so he can see all his girls in the same outfit.

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thatdammchickennugget · 6 months

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Finding Home

pairing - remus lupin x fem!reader

summary - remus finds solace for himself and little harry in the warm embrace of a quaint supermarket and its resident cat. as they navigate grief and newfound friendship with the store's owner, their bond deepens amidst the aisles, offering a glimmer of hope and the possibility of love

warnings - mention of death, grief, harry lives with remus instead of the dursleys, muggle!reader

wordcount - 5k

a/n - I made myself sad thinking about this, oops.

The small bell above the door tinkled softly as Remus stepped into the quaint little supermarket, cradling little Harry in his arms. The toddler's cries pierced the stillness of the shop, echoing off the shelves stacked with goods.

Remus scanned the familiar aisles, his tired eyes searching for the one thing that seemed to soothe Harry like nothing else could - the resident feline, a sleek brown cat named Chocolate Chip. The mere sight of her often had a miraculous effect on the inconsolable child.

Remus had noticed Harry’s amazement with the animal the third time he had taken him here. No other cat seemed to have that effect on him, most of the cats passing by their backyard went completely ignored, but this one, for some reason, was the one sure way to calm him down when he was upset.

"Shh, Harry, we're here," Remus murmured softly, his voice gentle as he navigated through the rows of merchandise. Harry's wails seemed to escalate with each step, his tiny fists clutching at Remus's robes.

Finally, they reached the corner where the cat usually lounged, her amber eyes glinting in the dim light. As if sensing their presence, she stretched lazily, arching her back in a graceful curve before shooting up and out of her little bed of blankets and zooming straight towards Remus’ beat up boots.

"Look, Harry," Remus whispered, his lips curling into a tired smile as the elegant creature approached, purring as she pushed herself along his legs. "It's Chip."

Harry's cries began to ebb, replaced by curious gurgles as he fixed his wide, emerald gaze towards the ground. Remus carefully lowered him down, allowing him to stumble towards the cat with clumsy, unsteady movements.

The cat regarded Harry with a calm indifference, allowing the toddler to pat her silky fur with chubby fingers. Remus watched with a mixture of relief and affection, his heart swelling at the sight of Harry's fleeting tranquility.

"Thank you, Chip," Remus murmured, reaching out to stroke the cat's fur as she purred contentedly. "You always know how to calm him down."

As Harry babbled happily, Remus couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards the owner of the store, whose kindness had become a lifeline in these turbulent times. He craned his neck over one of the shelves, trying to catch a glance of the pretty woman usually sat behind the counter.

Remus had been coming to this little store ever since he moved into the neighborhood, appreciating that most of the time, he appeared to be the only customer. The trip here was easier to stomach than the bigger bustling store in town.

The first time he had been here, the store had been manned by a gruff looking elderly man. He wasn’t big on conversations or small talk, which Remus welcomed with open arms. A couple weeks ago however, he was surprised to step in and be greeted with a cheery “hello!” and a bright smile.

He had shot the girl an awkward little smile before shuffling off to fill his basket. But when he came back to the counter, he was horrified when she started chatting as she got to work ringing his items up. She asked about his day, told him she liked his jumper and had fawned about weather outside, asking if he had any plans on a day this nice.

He had to disappoint her, as his plans had been making himself some pasta - maybe even sauce if he felt fancy - and then throw his aching body into bed to hopefully get a couple hours of sleep before he had to get up for work again.

In a probably obvious attempt to steer the unwanted conversation away from himself, he had asked where the owner of the store was. He instantly regretted the question as the pretty smile on her face faltered for a split moment. He cursed himself for being so insensitive when she told him that the man was her father and he had unfortunately passed away, leaving the store in her hands.

That day, he had left the store thinking he might never show his face there again. The girl probably thought he was rude and weird, avoiding her questions and then bringing up her dead father. What a way to make a first impression.

But the next time he dared to step into the store again, she was back to her cheery self again and seemingly not put off by him in the slightest, as she kept trying to talk to him.

It eventually became a regular occurrence when he ventured inside, until it became almost routine. And he didn’t mind all that much. Sure it was uncomfortable at first, but he quickly found himself looking forward to their little chats.

The counter was empty today, and he almost jumped when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. Remus turned to find you smiling down at Harry petting the cat at his feet.

“He’s having one of those days again?” you asked him, squatting down to pull a face at the child, earning a giggle as he excitedly waved in your direction.

“Sorry to bother you again,” Remus stepped a little closer to you, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “Nothing else has been working lately. He won’t calm down until we come here.”

“Well, the two of you are always welcome. It’s a treat getting to see you, really.” Harry’s focus had already moved on from you again, his little hands back in the cat's fur as he pushed his cheeks into Chip’s fluffy side.

You had been insanely patient with them ever since he started bringing Harry along. It was a huge change for Remus, taking the toddler in after James and Lily’s tragic death just a little over a month ago. He had just started believing he was becoming a great uncle to Harry, but being the sole person taking care of him was a whole other thing.

And you had been a helping hand every step of the way, helping him pick out baby food, going over his list to make the house baby-proof and just generally offering an open ear and advice. But above all, you had managed to make these grim weeks feel a little lighter.

As Harry giggled and played with Chip, Remus found a brief moment of solace from the weight of his worries. Yet, beneath the surface, the gnawing concern about providing for Harry gnawed at him relentlessly.

"I... I can't thank you enough for letting us come here all the time," Remus began, his voice heavy with gratitude as he turned towards you again. "I have to admit, it's been a struggle lately. It’s just a lot. And I really appreciate everything you’ve done for us. I hope we won’t be bothering you for too much longer, though. I promise, as soon as I find someone to take him for a couple hours a day and find somewhere new to work we’ll be out of your hair."

Your heart went out to Remus as he spoke, his vulnerability laid bare before you. You could hear the desperation and exhaustion laced heavily in his words.

"I can't even begin to imagine how tough it must be," you replied, your voice soft with empathy. "But you're doing an incredible job, Remus. You're there for Harry when he needs you most, and that's no small feat."

Remus managed a weary smile, a glimmer of appreciation shining in his tired eyes.

"Thanks. That means a lot, especially coming from you."

A thoughtful silence settled between you, the weight of Remus's words hanging in the air. Gathering your courage, you broached the subject that had been weighing on your mind.

"Remus, I've been thinking..." you began, your voice tentative. "I could use some help around here, and... well, I know it's not much, but it could be a start. And you could bring Harry along, of course. We'll figure it out together."

Remus's eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face. "I don't know. I appreciate the offer, I really do, but I don't want to impose on you. And Harry... I can't just leave him with anyone."

You reached out to gently grasp Remus's hand, offering him a reassuring smile. He felt his ears heat up at the touch, not expecting it at all. "Remus, you're not imposing. We're friends, aren't we? Friends help each other out in times of need. And as for Harry, he's always welcome here. We'll make it work, I promise."

Remus's gaze softened as he met your eyes, a sense of relief washing over him. He felt a little dumb at the way his face flushed when you said you were friends. He had been talking to you almost daily, it wasn’t that weird. But then why did it feel like such a huge thing to him?

"Okay," Remus finally relented, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "Okay, I'll do it. Thank you... thank you so much."

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The following days found Remus settling into his new role at the store, his presence becoming an integral part of the daily routine. With Harry happily playing behind the counter, Remus found himself working alongside you, the two of you falling into an easy rhythm as you tackled the tasks at hand.

As Remus stocked shelves and organized merchandise, you moved about the store with a grace that never failed to captivate him. There was a certain lightness to your step, a warmth in your smile that made the mundane tasks seem almost enjoyable. He watched in awe as you easily talked to the customers coming in, always managing to make them feel at ease and brightening up their day with your cheery attitude.

From time to time, Remus would steal glances in your direction, admiring the way you effortlessly managed the responsibilities of running the store. He couldn't help but feel a swell of pride whenever you praised his efforts, your words serving as a source of encouragement amidst his lingering doubts.

He was especially nervous the first time he had to miss work due to the full moon, being aware of your worried glances during the days leading up to it as he seemingly showed up to work more exhausted and pained every day.

You surprised him by not only telling him to take as much time as he needed, but also insisting on taking Harry off his hands for the night. You were a godsend, really, and he couldn’t ever return the abundance of favors he owed you by now. But you just waved off his thanks, muttering about how lonely it was up in your apartment above the store all by yourself and how a sleepover with little Harry was just what you needed.

In between moments of work, there were snippets of laughter and playful banter, the air filled with a sense of camaraderie that seemed to deepen with each passing day. Remus found himself sharing stories and anecdotes with you, his laughter mingling with yours as you exchanged tales of past adventures, coming dangerously close to revealing secrets he couldn’t let slip.

You had a talent for getting him to open up, having him eagerly talk about his days at school. He had to thread carefully as he talked about his time with his friends at Hogwarts, the threat of saying something wrong always around the corner.

One afternoon, as you and Remus took a brief break from your tasks, Harry toddled over to join you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. With a mischievous grin, he reached out to grab a handful of colorful candies from a nearby display, his giggles filling the air as he proudly displayed his spoils.

You and Remus exchanged amused glances, unable to suppress your laughter at Harry's antics. It was moments like these, simple and carefree, that reminded Remus of the joy that could still be found amidst the chaos of their lives.

As the day drew to a close and the last of the customers filed out of the store, Remus found himself lost in thought, the events of the day playing over in his mind. There was a warmth in his chest, a sense of contentment that he hadn't felt in a long time.

And as he glanced in your direction, watching as you carefully closed up shop for the night, Remus couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, there was something more between you than mere friendship. But he shook that thought away quickly.

He couldn't afford to entertain such notions, not when his primary focus was on providing for Harry and even if Harry wasn’t in the picture, he just couldn’t. Not only was he keeping secrets and miles below your league, he was also a werewolf for gods sake! He couldn’t put that on you. He couldn’t live with himself if he ever ended up hurting you.

Besides, he reasoned, it was likely just wishful thinking on his part, a product of the comfort and familiarity that had developed between them. There was no way you actually returned his affections.

Yet, despite his attempts to push aside those lingering thoughts, Remus couldn't help but find himself drawn to you in ways he couldn't quite explain. There was a warmth in your presence, a kindness that touched him deeply and made him long for more than just friendship.

As the days turned into weeks, Remus found himself growing more attuned to your moods, more aware of the subtle shifts in your demeanor. So when he walked into the store one morning and found you sitting behind the counter, a faint smile playing at your lips but a heaviness in your eyes, he knew something was amiss.

"Morning," Remus greeted softly as he approached, Harry cradled in his arms. The toddler waved eagerly at you, his face lighting up with excitement as he caught sight of Chip lounging nearby.

"Hey," you replied, your voice tinged with weariness as you glanced up at Remus. "How was your night?"

Remus hesitated, sensing the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air. "It was... fine," he said carefully, shifting Harry in his arms. "Yours?"

You offered him a small, forced smile, but Remus could see through the facade. "Just another night," you replied vaguely, averting your gaze. "Nothing special."

Remus frowned, a pang of concern tightening in his chest. He knew better than to push, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was troubling you.

"Is everything okay?" he asked gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on your arm. The contact sent a jolt of warmth through him, and he couldn't help but notice the way your breath caught at the touch.

You hesitated, your gaze flickering back to meet his. "It's just... one of those days, you know?" you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I miss him."

Remus's heart clenched at the mention of your father, the sorrow in your eyes mirroring the ache in his own chest. He knew all too well the pain of losing someone you loved, the emptiness that lingered long after they were gone.

"I'm sorry," he said softly, his voice thick with sympathy. "I know it's not much, but... if you ever need to talk, I'm here. I understand more than you know."

You offered him a grateful smile, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you, Remus," you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. "That means more to me than you'll ever know."

In that moment, as you sat together in the quiet solitude of the store, Remus felt a bond forming between you, a connection that transcended words. And as he looked into your eyes, he knew with a certainty that he couldn't ignore: he was falling for you, more deeply and irrevocably than he ever thought possible.

But for now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on offering you the comfort and support you so desperately needed. And as he held you in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope stirring within him, a hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for something more between you after all.

The morning passed in a subdued atmosphere, with Remus keeping a watchful eye on you, offering gentle words of encouragement whenever he could. Despite the weight of grief that hung heavy in the air, there was a quiet comfort in the shared understanding between you, a silent acknowledgment of the pain you both carried in your hearts.

As the day wore on, Remus found himself drawn to your side more and more, seeking solace in your presence as much as he offered it. There was a sense of companionship that blossomed between you, a shared bond forged through the trials of loss and sorrow.

And as the final rays of sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the shop floor, Remus knew that he had found something precious in you, something worth holding onto amidst the chaos of his life.

As you closed up shop for the night, Remus lingered by your side, reluctant to let the moment slip away. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice tinged with emotion. "For everything."

You offered him a weary smile, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently. "Anytime, Remus," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Anytime."

And as you bid each other goodnight, Remus felt a flicker of hope stir within him, a hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for happiness in the midst of their shared grief. And as he stepped out into the cool night air, cradling Harry in his arms, he knew that no matter what the future held, he would always be grateful for the light you brought into his life.

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As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet streets, Remus found himself pacing anxiously, his heart hammering in his chest. Little Harry lay in his bed, his feverish breaths the only sound echoing through the dimly lit room.

Remus had called you in a panic earlier, his voice trembling with worry as he described Harry's symptoms. You had instantly reassured him, promising to come over right away to help. And true to your word, you had closed up shop early and rushed to his side without a moment's hesitation.

Now, as Remus waited for you to arrive, he couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for your unwavering support. Ever since James and Lily's death, you had been a constant source of comfort and solace, always there to lend a helping hand whenever he needed it most.

But as much as Remus appreciated your kindness, he couldn't shake the nervous fluttering in his stomach as he waited for you to arrive. He had never been one to let people into his home, always preferring to keep his distance and maintain a sense of privacy.

And so, he had spent the past half hour frantically tidying up his small home, trying to make it look presentable for your arrival. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

Just as Remus was about to give in to his rising panic, he heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching his door. With a shaky breath, he hurried over to greet you, his heart pounding in his chest.

As you stepped inside, a look of concern etched across your face, Remus felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Thank you for coming," he murmured gratefully, stepping aside to let you inside.

You offered him a reassuring smile, your eyes flickering over his tense features. "Of course, Remus," you replied gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "How's Harry doing?"

Remus's gaze drifted towards the bedroom door, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "He's not doing well," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "His fever's been getting worse, and he won't stop crying. I don't know what to do."

You nodded in understanding, your expression softening with sympathy. "Let's go check on him," you suggested gently, guiding Remus towards the bedroom. "Maybe I can help."

Together, you entered the room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light across Harry's flushed cheeks. Remus hovered anxiously by your side as you checked on the sleeping toddler, your experienced hands gentle as you felt his forehead and took his temperature.

"He's definitely running a fever," you confirmed softly, your brow furrowing with concern. "But it doesn't seem too high. We'll keep an eye on it and make sure he stays hydrated. He should start feeling better soon, but if it keeps going up we should take him to the hospital."

Remus let out a shaky breath, a sense of relief flooding through him at your words. "Thank you," he murmured gratefully, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I don't know what I would do without you."

You offered him a comforting smile, reaching out to squeeze his hand gently. "You don't have to thank me, Remus," you replied softly. "We're in this together, remember?"

As the evening wore on, Remus busied himself in the kitchen, the rhythmic clatter of pots and pans filling the air as he prepared dinner for the two of you. The savory aroma of herbs and spices wafted through the small apartment, mingling with the soft glow of candlelight to create a warm and inviting atmosphere.

You watched from the doorway, a soft smile playing at your lips as you admired Remus's culinary skills. Despite his initial nerves, he moved with a sense of purpose and confidence, his hands deftly chopping vegetables and stirring pots with practiced ease.

"You're quite the chef," you remarked with a chuckle, stepping into the kitchen to lend a hand. Remus glanced up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

"I've had plenty of practice," he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Lily used to joke that other than her I was the only one of us who could boil water without burning down the kitchen."

You chuckled at the memory, the sound warm and melodic in the quiet room. "They sound like wonderful people," you commented softly, a hint of sadness creeping into your voice.

Remus's smile faltered slightly, his gaze drifting towards the stove as he stirred the simmering pot of soup. "They were," he replied quietly, his tone tinged with a mixture of fondness and sorrow. "They were the best friends anyone could ask for."

You reached out to gently squeeze his shoulder, offering him a wordless gesture of comfort. Remus leaned into the touch, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of gratitude and longing.

"They would have loved you," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "They would have been so grateful for everything you've done for Harry and me."

You felt a lump form in your throat at his words, a swell of emotion rising within you. "I wish I could have met them," you admitted, your voice thick with unshed tears. "They sound like incredible people."

Remus nodded in agreement, his gaze turning towards the window as he fought to contain his emotions. "They were," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the crackling of the flames. "They were my family, my home. And losing them... it was like losing a part of myself."

You reached out to gently take his hand in yours, offering him a silent gesture of solidarity. Remus squeezed your hand tightly, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"But you've been there for us," he continued softly, his voice choked with emotion. "You've been our rock, our guiding light in the darkness. And I can't thank you enough for that."

You offered him a watery smile, the warmth of his hand in yours filling you with a sense of comfort and belonging. "You don't have to thank me, Remus," you replied gently. "I care about you and Harry more than you'll ever know. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Remus's eyes met yours, a flicker of gratitude shining in their depths. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for being you."

And as the two of you sat down to eat, the soft glow of candlelight casting shadows across the room, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Remus's presence, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would always be grateful for the bond you shared, for the love and support that had brought you together. And as you reached out to take his hand in yours, you knew that together, you could face whatever challenges lay ahead

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The soft jingle of bells echoed through the air as you put the finishing touches on the holiday decorations adorning the walls of the store. Harry toddled around you, his chubby fingers reaching out to touch the colorful ornaments hanging from the branches of the Christmas tree, his laughter filling the air with joy.

"You're doing a great job, Harry," you praised, your heart swelling with affection as you watched the toddler's eyes light up with excitement. "You're the best little helper anyone could ask for."

Harry beamed up at you, his dimpled cheeks flushed with pride as he continued to explore the wonders of the holiday season. It had been weeks since you had extended your invitation to Remus to work at the store, and in that time, the three of you had settled into a comfortable routine, filled with laughter and warmth.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the last of the customers filed out of the store, you found yourself lost in the magic of the season, the twinkling lights and festive decorations filling you with a sense of joy and wonder. You hummed along to the cheerful Christmas carols playing softly in the background, your heart light with the spirit of the holidays.

"Looks like we're all set for Christmas," you remarked with a satisfied smile, surveying your handiwork with pride. Harry clapped his hands excitedly, his eyes shining with delight as he admired the twinkling lights and colorful baubles.

"Christmas!" he exclaimed, his tiny voice filled with excitement. "Santa!"

You chuckled at his enthusiasm, ruffling his hair affectionately. "That's right, Harry," you replied with a grin. "Santa will be here before you know it."

As you turned to lock up the store for the night, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder, causing you to turn and meet Remus's gaze. He smiled at you, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"You've really outdone yourself with the decorations," he commented, his voice soft with admiration. "It looks beautiful in here."

You returned his smile, feeling a surge of happiness swell within you. "Thanks, Remus," you replied, your heart fluttering at the warmth in his gaze. "I wanted to make sure it felt like home for the holidays."

As you exchanged smiles with Remus, a playful voice interrupted the moment. Harry, who had still been toddling around the store, suddenly stopped in his tracks and pointed excitedly at the sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway.

"Kiss, kiss!" he exclaimed with glee, his little face beaming as he clapped his hands.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, realizing that both you and Remus were standing directly under the mistletoe. You exchanged a nervous glance with Remus, both of you unsure of what to do next.

Remus's cheeks tinged pink as he glanced up at the sprig, then back at you. "Well, it seems Harry's quite the advocate for tradition," he remarked with a nervous chuckle. “I wonder who he gets that from.”

You couldn't help but laugh at the situation, knowing damn well that you had been the one quietly squealing in excitement every time customers got caught underneath the plant and had to share a kiss. But you couldn’t help and share Harry’s excitement, feeling a mixture of amusement and nervousness. "Indeed he is," you replied, your heart racing in your chest.

Harry continued to clap and giggle, his excitement infectious as he urged you both to kiss. Remus hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you with uncertainty.

But then, with a shy smile, you leaned in and pressed your lips to Remus's in a sweet and tender kiss. It was brief, just a fleeting moment of connection, but it sent a thrill coursing through both of you.

As you pulled away, you found yourself lost in Remus's warm gaze, a rush of emotions swirling within you. For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing beneath the mistletoe.

"Wow," Remus murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was..."

"Unexpected," you finished for him, a shy smile playing at your lips.

Remus nodded, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Yes, unexpected," he agreed, his gaze flickering with uncertainty.

But then, as you stood there together in the quiet stillness of the store, a sense of warmth washed over you. Despite the awkwardness of the moment, there was a spark of something more between you, something that left you both feeling breathless and alive.

As Harry continued to babble excitedly, you and Remus exchanged a meaningful glance, a silent understanding passing between you. And in that moment, you both knew that something special had begun to blossom between you, something that had the potential to change everything.

But for now, you simply smiled at each other, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. And as you locked up the store for the night and headed to his home to cook dinner together, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what the future might hold.

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*in muggle studies* Minnie: Some muggles don’t live close enough to shops to buy fresh cream, so they buy it powdered Peter: How do you powder cream? Minnie: Once the cows are milked, you cook it to dehydrate it. Sirius: ??? James:(who was not listening) Merlin Pads, why do you look so scared? Sirius: Minnie just said that some muggles bake cows in to powder James: WHAT Remus: Merlin Prongs, powered milk is gross but not “made-of-baked-cows” gross Lily: Hey watch it Rem, I grew up with powdered milk James: Lily! You drank the muggle cow powder??? Lily: What? James it’s not— Sirius: Evans how could you Peter: What the fuck Lily Minnie: Potter! Pettigrew! Also, its professor, Sirius. Besides, powdered cream is not made from dehydrated cows its made from dehydrated milk. Minnie: *sighs*

... *reading Romeo and Juliet in muggle studies* Peter: *reading stage directions* Romeo dies Remus [reading as Romeo]: Oh thank fuck I’m dead, I can go back to my book now Remus: I’m just glad I died before I had to marry THAT idiot Barty [reading as Juliet]: *from across the room* OH FUCK YOU TOO LUPIN

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*in muggle studies*

Barty: So you're telling me that muggles have come up with flavored milk? Pandora: Yes, its quite lovely. Barty: But where the fuck does it come from? How does the chocolate get in the milk? Pandora: Chocolate cows! Regulus: Panda you realize that chocolate milk comes from regular cows, right? Evan: No, she's right, it comes from brown cows Regulus: No, it doesn't Evan: Yes, it does Regulus: No, it doesn't Evan: Yes, it does! Ask Dorcas! Regulus: Cas! Tell Ev that chocolate milk doesn't come from *chocolate* cows Dorcas: *walks away*

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oki oki so basically a muggle bookstore au where shy!remus is a worker there, f!writer!reader just moving into town, and after a while, shes a regular and remus starts to yk, get a little crushy crush. And it’s mutual 2 so thats gud. He finally asks her on a date or sum when its been 6 months since they like talked with like flowers and chocolate and everything (AWWWWW). THEN THEN THEN, they hang out at his house and the other marauders walk in and be like, “you finally asked her out? BOUT FCKING TIME!” And then they all laugh and hang out then BOOM smut! (If you’re comfortable of course!)

sorry if its a weeee bit long, its 1AM when i saw the cry for requests so 🤷‍♀️

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Whispers of the Page - Remus Lupin

Pairing: Shy!Remus Lupin x F!writer!Reader

Summary: Having recently moved, you were in dire need of more books. But the last thing you expected was to catch the owner of the bookshop's attention.

Word count: 4k+ (I went overboard)

Warnings: Smut (My first smut ever posted plz be nice) Kissing, shy Remus?? Is that a warning?

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting!! You're my first request EVER so thank you I appreciate it so much! I hope I did your request justice, I tried my hardest :)

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Humming quietly, your heels click along the cobbled path. You hold your coat up above your head in a desperate attempt to keep your hair dry. Goosebumps spread over your skin, and you sigh in relief when you find the store you’ve been wanting to visit for weeks now.

Rushing into the warmly lit shop, the bell jingles when you enter. The smell of old books and candles immediately engulfs you, warming your body from head to toe and you shift so your coat is slung over your arm.

Your heeled boots are quiet against the patterned carpet, and you take a few moments to take everything in. The bookshop is covered with books, ones that look brand new and others that have been well loved, their spines cracked and pages doggy-eared. Lamps light the room, placed in every nook and corner of the cramped space.

Looking to the right, you jump slightly when you realise you’re not alone. Standing behind a covered counter stands a young man, book in hand as he reads quietly, fingers turning the page every few minutes. He’s dressed well, an old grandpa sweater tucked into a pair of brown dress pants. His brown, shabby hair shields his face, but you peek at the sight of his sharp jawline.

Wanting a proper look at him, you mutter a “Hello,” heart speeding up when he looks at you, his gentle eyes meeting yours. You didn’t expect him to be so pretty. He’s gorgeous. You knew he’d be if his jawline was any indication. His face is covered with scars, but that doesn't diminish his beauty, it adds to it. His cheeks flush when he notices you staring at him and he looks down to bookmark his book before looking up.

“Hi, welcome. Is there anything I can help you with?” His voice is warm and smooth like honey, a red flush warming his cheeks as he avoids eye contact.

You smile at his shyness, moving to a shelf at grabbing ones you find interesting. “No, thank you. I’ve just moved and I wasn’t able to bring any books with me.” You hold up your hands that are already stacked with books. “I need to stock up.”

You hear him place his book down from where you're inspecting this fantasy book, listening to his quiet steps as he walks towards you. He leans against the shelf beside you, awkwardly placing his hand on his hip before dropping it, falling to his side as he stands straight, cheeks still tinted red.

“Do you need any book recommendations?” He questions, his eyes finally coming in contact with yours. You feel a cool shiver run down your spine but you ignore it. “Yeah,” You shoot him a shy smile, “I’d love some.” It was a slight lie. Sure, you’d love more book recommendations but you definitely didn't need any to add to your long list of books to read.

He starts listing off more books, seemingly more comfortable while he wanders around the store, picking up books as he goes. “So,” He starts, “You said you’ve just recently moved?” He inspects an older-looking book before adding it to the pile.

“Yeah, I decided it was time to leave my home town and focus more on writing.”

“Writing, eh? What do you write?”

Your cheeks heat, though you will them not to, readying for the teasing to come. “I write romance books.” His eyes perk up, shooting me a small smile as he adds another book to the pile. “I love romance books. Written any that I’d know?”

I laugh, following him to the counter. “No, I haven’t published a book. Yet.”

He starts scanning the books, placing them in a brown paper bag as he does. “Well, you must tell me when you do. I want to read it.” His cheeks flush as he speaks the words, hands slightly shaking while he rings you up.

You notice the cost being cheaper than you expected and shoot him a curious look which he just whispers a quiet “Half price.” You will your cheeks not to heat, paying for the books with a barely concealed smile. You go to leave, bag in hand but stop at the exit.

“What’s your name?”

He looks up from where he’s staring blankly at his book. “Remus. You?”

You mutter your name, trying your best to not skip down the pathway, already planning your next visit to the store.

–

Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

It’s your nephew's birthday soon and he loves reading as much as you do so you’ve decided to stop by the store to pick up a present for him. Bell ringing as you enter, you notice Remus isn’t standing behind the counter like before and frown.

Warm glow guiding your path, you make your way to the young adult section, hands tracing the spines of books as you search for a specific one. Your head turns at the sound of shuffling coming towards you. Heating when you spot Remus making his way to you, a pile of books in hand while he searches for an empty spot on the shelves.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

He snaps out of his trance, shooting a bright smile your way. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He laughs breathlessly, hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck before he remembers the books in his hands and hurries to catch them before they fall to the floor.

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Not on me, but I think I have a couple of copies in the back. Let me just put these books away and I’ll grab one.” You nod and follow behind him while he puts the last few books away, waiting outside the ‘staff only’ door while he goes around back and grabs the book

Your next visit was only a week later, and your mind coming up with multiple excuses to go back all week until you finally came up with a viable one.

He looks up and jumps when he spots you, eyes wide and cheeks flushing almost instantly. Biting your lip to withhold your laughter, you attempt to control your smile. “Sorry, did I spook you?”

“You wouldn’t happen to have They Both Die At The End in that pile, do you?” You grin, gesturing to the books in his hands.

“Thank you,” You grin when he hands you the book, walking to the counter while he follows. You spot a worn book on the counter and recognise it immediately. “You’re reading Pride and Prejudice?”

“Re-reading,” He corrects. “It’s one of my favourite books.” He smiles, stuffing his hands in his pants pocket while he stares.

“It’s one of my favourite books too!” You exclaim, rather too enthusiastically. “It’s tied with Emma.”

He breaks the short eye contact and scans your book. “I haven’t read that yet, but I’ll add it to my list.”

You grow shy, hands fiddling with your sweater nervously. “Yeah, you could tell me what you thought about it, too.” His eyes widen adorably at your words, cheeks red as a tomato while he nods furiously.

“Y-yeah.” He hands you the book and you smile, making your way to the exit. “I’ll see you next time, Remus.”

–

‘Next time’ turned into visiting his shop fortnightly, your bank account getting lighter each time you visited the shop. Over time, through scarce conversation, you’ve learnt that Remus owns the bookshop and is the only one who works there, and that, out of his two best friends Sirius and James, he’s the only one who enjoys reading.

He’s learnt that you’re working part-time at this bakery while you work on getting your first book published and that you’ve been writing for years, but only decided to turn it into a profession recently.

It’s clear that Remus likes books, and he’s visibly more comfortable when talking about them. Instead of his quiet voice, he gets louder and waves his hands around in enthusiasm. You find it adorable and have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking him out every time.

You’re not even sure he likes you. I mean, sure, he’s all blushy and shy around you but he could act like that around everyone.

Months of talking and wandering around the bookstore have gone by, and every day you find it harder to control your infatuation with him.

And, though you admire the beautiful bookshop, you’re dying to actually go out with him.

And that’s what brings you here today, on a cloudy day, rain threatening to fall at any moment. You don’t have any books to buy, or any recommendations you want, you’re only here for one thing and one thing only; to ask Remus out.

The familiar ring of the bell greets you as you enter, your eyes instinctively searching for Remus, spotting him in the corner of the store, his sharp features highlighted by the dimly lit lamps.

He looks up from where he’s dusting a shelf, eyes lighting up as he meets yours. “Hey!” Walking over towards you, he reaches his arm out before awkwardly letting it hang by his side. Casting a look at the ‘Staff Only’ door a few feet away, his hands start fidgeting with his red patterned grandpa sweater. “I uh- I have something for you.” He mutters, suddenly shy as he avoids your eyes.

Your eyes light up, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Really? You didn’t have to get me anything.” His cheeks flush even redder if possible, and you bite your tongue to hold back a loud ‘awww.’

“It’s in the back. Let me just-” He gestures to the back door before hurriedly walking through it. Your eyebrows raise when you hear loud thumping and quiet swearing.

“Remus? Are you okay?” The sounds of crashing stop immediately and he clears his throat before responding. His voice still cracks when he shouts, “I’m coming!”

That’s what she said.

A second later he comes back out, a hand behind his back as he attempts to hide whatever crinkles behind him. You take a deep breath and feign confidence. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you too.”

He nods in acknowledgement, using his free hand to scratch awkwardly at his nose. “I-I would prefer if I talked first.”

You nod your head, offering him a reassuring smile. He smiles in return before showing me what was behind his back. You can’t stop the small gasp from passing your lips, eyes wide as you take the ‘bouquet’ of books from his stretched-out hand.

“T-” You clear your throat, “This is for me?” Cheeks hot, he nods and rubs the back of his neck. “I-I also bought you chocolates. I wasn’t sure when I was going to see you next so they’re still at home.” He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “Go out with me. Please.”

Your eyes widen an unconstrained snort escaping your nose. Cheeks flushing in embarrassment, you slap your hand against your mouth, and you watch as his head hangs in defeat.

You hurry to fix your mistake. “Wait! No, no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh. I laugh in a lot of situations, whether good or bad- I once laughed at a wed- That doesn’t matter. What I’m trying to say is that I’d love to go out with you.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to-”

One hand still holding the bouquet, you reach your other hand out to rest on his shoulder, successfully gaining his attention as he looks up to meet your eyes.

“I do, I promise. I just found it funny because I came here today to ask you out but you- you beat me to it. I-It was just funny.” You shrug, awkwardly smiling at him.

“So…You do want to go out with me?” You nod and his eyes light up, flashing you a blinding smile. “How about my place? Sunday? I don’t think my roommates will be home.” His eyes widen. “-Not that I’m trying to get ‘lucky’ or anything.”

You nod your head enthusiastically, “Yeah! I’d love that.” Pulling out your phone, he takes it from your hand. “Just text me the address.”

Long, nimble fingers type in your phone and you attempt to distract yourself from his veiny hands. Your heart beats in excitement, mind already racing through what outfit to wear, and how you’ll style your hair.

How you’re going to get any sleep at all over the next couple of days is beyond you.

—

Knuckles against wood announce your arrival as you stand awkwardly in front of the door, comfy leggings and sweater barely protecting you against the cold, frigid air. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait long, Remus’ smiling face comes into view as he opens the door.

“Hey, come in. It’s freezing out there,” He opens the door wider and you don’t hesitate in walking into the threshold, excited to get away from the horrible weather. He shuts the door behind you, the cold wind blocked off as your body finally starts to warm up.

“Wait here,” Remus says eagerly and you nod, taking the time alone to take your shoes off and calm down your racing heart. His house seems nice, a mixture of Remus and his two roommates Sirius and James personalities peaking through the decorations.

You’re inspecting a miniature aeroplane that lays on a table beside the front door when Remus comes back, a pink heart-shaped box in his hand. He spots you looking at the plane and smiles, “James picked that out. He’s training to be a pilot right now. He loves flying.”

You nod in acknowledgement, shooting him a smile as an awkward silence fills the room. He scratches his head awkwardly before seemingly remembering the box. “Oh! T-this is for you.” He all but shoves it into your hands and you take it gratefully, carefully pulling away the heart-shaped lid to look at all the chocolates inside.

You internally aw, “Thank you! I actually got you something as well.”

He perks up, eyes widening in excitement. “Yeah?” You nod, placing the chocolates down on the table and reaching into your bag to pull it out.

His eyes are blown wide, lips slightly parted as he takes the string-bound pieces of paper from you. “No…Is this what I think it is?” He questions in shock.

“If you’re thinking that this is my first official copy of my book then yes.” He’s shell-shocked, flipping through the pages and admiring the cover. “This-this is amazing, I can’t wait to read it.”

It’s like he can’t control himself as he walks closer to you, wrapping you into his arms, the scent of tea and parchment invading your nose as you stuff your face in his neck. You wrap your arms around his waist, too focused on the way he’s holding you to acknowledge the small ‘thank you’ he whispers your way.

Pulling back a bit, you move your head out of his neck to look at him and he looks down at you with hooded eyes, almost like he’s in a daze. You reach up, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck, standing on your tippy toes as you lean forward.

He does the same, licking his plump lips. His hot breath fans your face and your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. Pulling him closer, your lips are centimetres apart-

“Well, well, what do we have here?” You jump out of his grasp in seconds, turning towards the intruder while Remus swears.

“I thought you guys would be back later.” Remus interrogates. You assume the ‘intruders’ are Sirus and James, easily being able to tell who's who from the amount of stories Remus has told you about them.

Sirius is too busy sending Remus a teasing look to respond so James steps up, “We forgot something, don’t worry, Moony. We’ll be out of your hair in no time.” James leaves to retrieve whatever they forgot while Sirius stands, still smirking at Remus.

He ignores Remus’ glare, turning to face you, “Hello! Sorry I haven't introduced myself, I’m Sirius. And you are?” He apologises though he doesn't sound sorry in the slightest.

You tell him your name, watching as he shoots a teasing smile towards Remus.

“I know you! Remus can’t shut up about you. Honestly, it’s either; ‘She looked so pretty today I almost died’ or, ‘Today's the day, I’m going to ask her out.’ Honestly, I probably know everything about you considering how much Remus talks about you.”

Remus groans quietly from beside you and you place your hand on his arm in reassurance - something Sirius doesn’t hesitate to wiggle his eyebrows at. “I’ve heard a lot about you too, it’s nice to finally put a face to a name.”

“-Yes it is.” James returns from his scavenger hunt, wallet in hand. “Hopefully now that Remus has finally asked you out he’ll stop talking about you so often. It’s always, ‘Her hair is so shiny,’ and, ‘Her eyes are brighter than the sun, they’re the light that guides my path, the sunshine to my moon-”

“Don’t you two have somewhere to be?” Remus’ dark, annoyed voice interrupts, cheeks flaming as he shoots a lethal glare their way.

James’s hands raised in surrender. “Okay then, I guess we should go before Moony over here kills us,” they walk towards the front door, cold air slicing through the warm room, “Remember to wear protection!” He screams before slamming the door shut.

Turning to face Remus, an amused look on your face, he shoves his face into his hands but winces when he realises he’s still holding your book. His muttered threats filtered through the air and you bite your lip to conceal your laughter. He shakes his head, shooting me an apologetic look. “I am so sorry-”

“Why?” You laugh, “They seem great.”

He visibly relaxes, “Really?” You nod, “Yeah. Now, what do you want to do? I have heaps of movie recommendations if you want to watch something.”

—

‘Ugh, as if!” Cher’s voice filters through the dim room, bundled in blankets, your head resting on Remus’ shoulder as you watch the movie.

Eyes straying from the screen, you turn your head slightly to look up at Remus. He feels your gaze immediately, “Yes?” He asks, shifting his body so he can see you properly.

You smile, “You’re just so pretty.” His cheeks flush red in record time, hand pulling you closer so your head rests against his chest.

Long, nimble fingers play with your hair while the other rests along your back. You’re practically on top of him now, your legs between his own, face propped up against your hands that lean against his chest.

“You’re pretty too,” He mutters, warm eyes tracing every inch of your face, filled with admiration like you were carved by Zeus himself. “Yeah? Are my eyes brighter than the sun? Do I guide your path-”

You barely noticed his small smile before his lips were on yours. Remus’ lips pressed against yours, emitting a muffled moan from your throat. His mouth takes yours in a mix of tongue and teeth, the hand that was resting against your back moving further down, resting on top of your ass.

You prop yourself up with one hand beside his shoulder the other caressing his cheek. The hand that was playing with your hair now resting on your neck, gripped hard as he pulled you in closer, tongue mixing with yours like you were his lifeline.

His lips move down your throat, the feeling in your gut enhancing as his hands move over your body, hair tickling your neck.

“Please,” You gasp when you finally move away, lips swollen and covered in spit. “Please what?” He questions teasingly, thumb reaching out to stroke your red cheeks.

“I need you,” You whisper. Your stomach somersaulted at the hard feeling of something poking your stomach. Spurred on by his reaction, you kiss him again. He doesn’t waste a second in kissing you back, calloused fingers tracing your body, the pull of his lips eagerly smiling against your own.

His mouth moved downwards, planting little kisses down your neck. Slowly, he shifts so that he’s on top of you, a mess of tangled limbs as you reach for his lips again. One of his hands slides over your hips and up your shirt.

You gasp at the feeling of his warm hands against your cold body, goosebumps trailing after his touch. The other went to your ass, palming gently through your thin leggings. Gently, your hands trailed under his shirt, his hips pressing harder against yours.

“Off,” You mumble through kisses, yanking on his shirt. He pulls away, taking his shirt off in one fluid motion before slamming his lips against your throat, wet mouth biting and sucking at your neck.

You leaned into his touch, quiet moans slipping past your parted lips as you lost yourself in pleasure. Remus’ hips shifted against you, the friction sending a jolt up your spine. Hips moving on their own, you wrap your legs around his jean-clad waist, moving your hips against him, another jolt of pleasure shooting through you.

He groans against your neck, hips meeting yours in sharp thrusts. Hands reaching behind you, he unhooks your bra and slowly drags it down your arms along with your shirt, tossing it to the side.

“You’re so beautiful,” He mutters against your soft skin, his right hand cupping your breast, his other hand sliding lower, rubbing circles against your hip. Gently, his right hand needed the flesh firmly, occasionally squeezing. Your nails dig into his bare back, scratching down the rough skin.

He started rolling your hard nipple between his fingers, your cunt clenching around nothing. Desperate for something, you rut harder against his covered lap, whining in disappointment while he chuckles.

“You want more, huh?” He asks and you nod desperately. Slowly, his hand lets go of your breast, replaced by his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple. Warm hands trail down your stomach, playing with the waistband of your leggings before pulling them down completely, panties following soon afterwards.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks and you nod. “Words, sweetheart.” Pulling away, his head eyes track the way your cunt clenches around nothing, wetness running down your thighs as he laughs deviously.

“I want you so bad. Please-” You gasp when his lips land on your left thigh, biting softly as his hands need the flesh roughly. You swallow hard, focusing on the way his mouth gets closer and closer, warm lips kissing up your thigh and towards where you really want him.

The feel of his warm, pointed tongue running up the length of your cunt has your back arching against the sheets, hands reaching out to grip his hair, pulling on the strands desperately as his tongue circles your clit.

His tongue barely dips inside you before running through your slickened folds, the vibrations of his moans further spurring you on. Soft licks against your slit have your hips bucking up into his face, your head falling back against the pillows as you lose yourself in the pleasure.

Your mind goes blank at the feeling of a long, veiny finger filling you up, finger pumping into you while he sucks your clit into his mouth. He adds another finger, stretching you out. Warm breath fanning your cunt, he smirks at you, “Merlin you’re hot.”

You opened your mouth to respond when his fingers curled inside you, eyes snapping shut at the heavenly feeling. Tongue back on your clit, occasionally sucking, you felt your orgasm building up deep inside you, the weight getting heavier when he adds another finger, his moans vibrating through your body.

You were done for, loud moans filling the room, nails holding him against your cunt, thighs shaking around his shoulders as you reach your climax. He works you through it, nimble fingers dragging your orgasm out.

His fingers slip out moments later, your cunt clenching around nothing. You open your eyes to the sight of Remus slipping his slick-covered fingers in his mouth, tongue making sure to get every last bit.

Your hands reach for his pants, hurrying to unzip the denim and pull them down his thighs. “Someone’s need-fuck.” He cuts himself with a groan, head falling against your shoulder as your hands reach into his black boxers, slowly stroking his cock.

He pulls down his boxers, his hard cock springing free and you have to withhold your moan. He reaches into the bedside table to grab a condom, playing with his cock before rolling the condom on.

You lay underneath him and watch in wonderment, hands finding their way to your nipples and rolling them between your fingers. “I need you,” You whisper. His hands stop their movements from where they were kneading your thighs, eyes meeting yours. “Yeah?” You nod. “You’ve had me for months now, baby.”

His mouth is back on yours, tongue tracing your lips as he lowers, one hand by your neck, the other holding your thigh up and against his waist. IMpatinelty, one of your hands move downwards to his cock, lining it up against your soaked entrance. He laughs, “Patience, baby.”

He rubs his tip along your slit before thrusting inside you with a groan, your back arching up, nipples grazing his chest as you moan in pleasure.

With one more roll of his hips, he’s fully inside you, chest pressed up against your own as he starts trailing deep kisses down your throat. Your hands fly up, nails clawing at his neck, pulling him closer when he starts moving.

His hips thrust in slow, fluid motions. Reviling in the low groans coming from the man above you. Forcing your eyes to open, you look down to where your bodies connect, cunt clenching around nothing causing Remus to let out a loud moan.

Nails raking over his skin, you pull him in for a kiss, hot bodies moving in sync as he fucks you deeply. One of your hands trails downwards, towards his stomach and you feel his muscles contract in pleasure.

Mouth open, you moaned in pleasure when he brought your other leg up to wrap around his waist, his cock even deeper than before. The sight of his eyebrows pulled together, beads of sweat dripping down your neck as you close, head falling back against the pillow, needy whines leaving your lips as one of his hands finds your clit, rubbing it aggressively.

“You’re such a good girl. Taking my cock so well,” He grunted against your sweaty skin.

You moaned, hips moving faster against his own as you felt your orgasm building up, nails digging into his shoulders. “Your body is perfect. Like it was made for me,” He slurs, hips slamming hard into you, his loud groans mixed with your moans filling the air, toes curling in pleasure.

“Please, I- gonna cum-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan, his hips thrusting into you with incredible speed as you come, thighs shaking around his waist, breaths coming in short pants.

His head falls against your shoulder, thrusts becoming sloppy as he pumps into you, greedily chasing his own high, moans growing louder and louder. One hand reaching up and into his hair, you gently pull the sweat-soaked strands, “Cum,” You whisper into his ear.

“Fuck,” He whispers before coming inside of you, hips abruptly stopping as his mouth falls open against your warm skin. Goosebumps pebble your skin as he gently pulls out of you a moment later, hands rubbing your body as he places kisses against your skin. You can’t control your smile as you watch him dispose of the condom before laying back down beside you on the bed.

You turn your body to face him, eyes tracing his face. You watch his cheeks flush and can’t withhold a laugh. “What?” He asks, hands running through your hair.

“You just fucked the living daylights out of me and still blush when I look at you,” You respond teasingly, resting your head against his bare chest. He places a kiss on your forehead, looking at you like you hung the moon.

“You make me nervous,” He admits truthfully and your heart speeds up.

“You make me nervous, too.” You whisper.

He looks down, his warm breath fanning your cheek. “Does this mean we can go on a second date?” You laugh, slapping his chest playfully, “Fuck off.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes,” He responds smugly, your heart speeding up at the prospect of going on another date with him.

“It is a yes.”

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