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evermoreness · 3 months ago

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if you wrote somethin about flirting with boyfriend remus and he slips his hands in ur back pockets…..just sayin i’d love you forever

— Anon, you gave me such good ideas! Here it is, hope you like it.

back pocket | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: your boyfriend doesn't like much public displays of affection, but he still likes to put his hand in your back pocket.

obs: feel free to send any requests!

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Hogsmeade weekends had always been something special. The crisp autumn air, the scent of butterbeer wafting from the Three Broomsticks, the distant chatter of students wandering from shop to shop—it was all perfect. But nothing made it better than having Remus by your side.

You and Remus walked side by side down the cobbled streets, the occasional brush of your shoulders sending warmth through you. He wasn’t one for grand displays of affection—no dramatic kisses in the middle of the street, no loud proclamations. But the way he loved you was in the small things.

Like now, when he casually slipped his hand into the back pocket of your jeans as you strolled past Zonko’s Joke Shop. It was such a simple gesture, but it made your heart stutter. He wasn’t even looking at you when he did it—just talking to you about some book he wanted to pick up at Tomes and Scrolls—but the touch was grounding, warm, undeniably intimate.

It was casual, effortless—just his fingertips resting in the fabric, his palm warm against you. Yet, the simplicity of it made your heart swell. Remus had never been one for grand displays of affection. He wasn’t the type to kiss you in the middle of the Great Hall or pull you onto his lap in front of the Marauders. But he had his own ways of showing love.

Like this.

Like the way he always made sure to walk on the outside of the path, keeping you away from the street, even if it meant switching sides every few minutes.

Like how he always carried your books when you were too tired, even if he already had a pile of his own.

Like how he always saved you a seat next to him, no matter where you were—class, the common room, the library.

Like the way he looked at you, like you were something rare, something he couldn’t believe was his.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch the soft flush creeping up his neck. "Smooth, Lupin," you teased, grinning.

He didn’t falter, just raised an eyebrow at you. "Oh? You don’t like it?"

You hummed, pretending to think. "Didn’t say that, did I?"

His lips curled into a smirk, and he gave a gentle squeeze where his hand rested. "Good."

You nodded, leaning in slightly. "Hand in the back pocket, Lupin. That’s practically scandalous."

He chuckled, his grip tightening just the slightest bit. "Then I suppose I’m becoming reckless in my old age."

Unfortunately, moments of peace like these never lasted when the Marauders were around.

"Oi, Moony!" Sirius’ voice rang out, followed by his loud, obnoxious laughter. "Hand in the back pocket? Really? Are you two in a bloody romance novel?"

"Merlin’s beard," James groaned beside him, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "That’s even worse than when Lily and I hold hands in class."

"Nothing is worse than that, Prongs," Peter chimed in, looking between you and Remus with amusement.

Remus, however, remained completely unfazed. He barely even glanced at them as he continued walking, his hand still comfortably in your pocket. "If you lot are so interested in my love life, I could give you a very detailed report of my last few dates. Would you like that?"

Sirius gagged. "Absolutely not."

Peter chimed in. "Yes!"

James scrunched his nose. "Ew! What exactly is wrong with you, wormtail?"

"I'm just saying" Peter shrugged while the others laughed about it.

"Hey, baby" Lily appeared out of nowhere, hugging James. "Hey, everyone" She said, turning to give each one a little wave. James definitely lit up just by having her there.

"Lily, my love, finally!" James dramatized, kissing her cheek.

Sirius groaned dramatically. "Ugh, please, can you two flirt somewhere else?"

You grinned. "Oh, don’t be jealous, Black."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "I would never be jealous of such a boring couple."

"Then shut up," Remus said simply, the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

"You’re both still gross," Sirius muttered.

"And you’re still single," Remus shot back, making you laugh.

James doubled over laughing, and Remus let out a quiet chuckle, his thumb grazing against your hip through the fabric of your robe. You shivered, not from the cold, but from the simple touch of it, the way he always seemed to know how to make you feel warm even in the autumn air.

"You want to go inside?" he asked softly, tilting his head toward the Three Broomsticks.

You nodded, and just like that, he guided you toward the door, his hand slipping away from your pocket only to rest at the small of your back. Another small thing. Another gesture that said more than words ever could.

The Three Broomsticks was crowded as usual, but the six of you managed to grab a corner booth. James and Lily sat pressed together on one side, while Sirius dramatically sprawled out beside Peter. You and Remus took the other side, you had to sit in his lap since there was absolutely no space left, your back comfortably against his chest as you both sipped your butterbeer.

"You do realize you’re using me as a chair, right?" Remus murmured, though his arms around you suggested he didn’t mind.

"You’re comfortable," you replied simply, tilting your head up to grin at him.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, you love me," you teased.

Remus smiled against the rim of his mug. "That I do."

Lily, who had been watching with an affectionate smile, turned to James. "See? Why can’t you be that sweet?"

James put a hand to his chest in mock offense. "Lily, love, I am a dream boyfriend."

"You’re an overgrown Golden Retriever," she corrected, though she was smiling.

Sirius snickered. "He really is. I bet if you threw a stick, he’d fetch it."

"You lot are just jealous of my charm," James declared.

"Of course, Prongs," Remus said, completely deadpan. "That must be it."

Lily leaned her head on James’ shoulder, laughing softly. "He’s lucky he’s cute."

"See?" James beamed. "She admits it."

The evening passed in comfortable warmth, laughter mixing with the hum of the crowded pub. You and Remus shared quiet smiles, your fingers tangled together under the table.

The walk back to Hogwarts was filled with the kind of easy, warm chatter that only close friends could have. The evening air was crisp, carrying the lingering scent of butterbeer and the faint smokiness of fireplaces from the village. The sky above was deep blue, speckled with stars, and the group of you strolled along the path leading back to the castle, boots crunching against the gravel.

Lily was walking ahead with James, who was dramatically recounting a story about how he “heroically” saved a first-year from Peeves.

"So there I was," James began, gesturing wildly, "cornered in the Charms corridor, a poor, defenseless first-year behind me, and Peeves holding an entire bucket of ink over our heads."

"Defenseless?" Lily scoffed. "He was just standing there."

"Exactly! Helpless. So, naturally, I had to act."

"You threw your shoe at him," Remus said flatly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"And it worked, didn’t it?" James argued.

"Yeah, after he dumped the ink on you first," Sirius snorted.

Peter cackled. "You spent the entire day looking like a human ink blot!"

"It was a small price to pay for the safety of my fellow student," James said with an exaggerated sigh.

Lily shook her head, though she was smiling. "You're unbelievable."

You laughed, nudging Remus. "I swear, they get worse every day."

Remus smirked but didn’t comment, just gently slipped his fingers through yours. His hand was warm, his grip firm but comfortable, like he was telling you without words that he was right there.

You glanced up at him, squeezing his hand. "You’re awfully quiet, Moony."

"Just enjoying the show," he murmured, lips twitching as he watched James and Sirius dramatically reenact the ink disaster.

Sirius was now pretending to be Peeves, floating around James with exaggerated arm movements. "Oh nooo, Mister Potter! You’re about to be—SPLAT!" He mimed dumping ink over James’ head.

James gasped, clutching his heart. "Betrayed! By my own heroism!"

"You weren’t a hero," Lily said, shaking her head.

James turned to Remus, looking for support. "Moony, tell her. That was a very noble thing I did."

Remus gave him a completely blank look. "You threw your shoe at a poltergeist, James."

"A heroic shoe," James clarified.

"You didn’t even get it back," Peter reminded him.

"That just makes it more heroic," James insisted.

Sirius clapped him on the back. "We’ll carve your name into a plaque. ‘James Potter, the boy who sacrificed his shoe for the greater good.’"

You giggled, leaning into Remus. "They’re exhausting, but I love them."

He smiled down at you, his thumb brushing gently over the back of your hand. "Yeah, me too."

Sirius suddenly groaned loudly. "Ugh, you two are doing that soft, romantic thing again."

You raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"And it’s disgusting," Sirius declared. "All this... hand-holding and fond gazes. I can’t bear it."

Remus smirked. "I suppose we could start snogging instead, if you prefer?"

Sirius gagged. "Absolutely not."

James looked thoughtful. "You know, it’s funny. A year ago, if someone had told me Moony would be the one out of all of us in a committed, disgustingly cute relationship first, I wouldn’t have believed them."

"Oi," Remus protested.

Lily tilted her head. "Really? I would’ve guessed him first."

James looked scandalized. "You would? Why?"

Lily gave him a pointed look. "Because Remus is the only one who isn’t an insufferable flirt."

James turned to you, looking for backup. "You don’t agree with that, do you?"

You grinned. "I love you, James, but she’s got a point."

Sirius snickered. "She really does."

James huffed, but Lily took his hand, smiling at him. "Oh, don’t pout. I love you even if you are insufferable."

James immediately perked up. "Really?"

Lily rolled her eyes. "Don’t let it go to your head."

Peter sighed dramatically. "I feel like I’m the only sane one here."

"You, Wormtail?" Sirius laughed. "You joined in on the ink prank!"

Peter shrugged. "It was funny."

The castle loomed ahead, the warm glow of torchlight flickering through the windows. As you all reached the entrance, James sighed dramatically. "Well, another successful Hogsmeade trip. No detentions, no injuries—"

"You spilled butterbeer in your pants," Remus pointed out.

James waved a hand dismissively. "Details."

The warmth of the castle wrapped around you as the group made their way inside, the laughter and teasing gradually fading as the others headed toward the Gryffindor common room. James and Lily were still bickering playfully, Sirius was going on about how he could single-handedly take down Peeves if given the chance, and Peter was just shaking his head at all of them.

You, however, lingered at the bottom of the staircase with Remus, the flickering torchlight casting a soft glow over both of you.

You sighed, smiling up at him. "Well, I suppose this is where we part ways."

He made a small noise, almost reluctant. "Unfortunately."

You tilted your head playfully. "Oh? You sound like you’ll just wither away without me."

Remus chuckled, his hazel eyes twinkling. "Don’t flatter yourself."

You grinned, stepping back slightly. "Alright then, I’ll be off—"

Before you could turn, his fingers caught your wrist, pulling you back gently but firmly. You let out a small gasp as you stumbled a step closer to him. He wasn’t normally one to be so bold, especially not where others might see, but the entrance hall was empty now, and there was something in his eyes—something warm, something wanting.

"You’re not in a rush, are you?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "And what if I am?"

His lips twitched. "Then I suppose I’ll have to convince you to stay."

You crossed your arms, pretending to think. "Convince me, huh? And how exactly do you plan on doing that, Lupin?"

He hummed, as if considering, then with a slow, almost lazy confidence, he slipped both hands into your back pockets, pulling you flush against him.

A surprised laugh escaped you. "Oh, so that’s your strategy?"

His smirk deepened, but there was a soft pink dusting his cheeks. "Is it working?"

Your heart fluttered as you looped your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. "Mmm, I don’t know. You might have to try a little harder."

His thumbs rubbed slow, absentminded circles through the fabric of your jeans, and his voice was quiet but playful. "Demanding, aren’t you?"

You grinned. "Only with you."

He leaned down slightly, his forehead almost touching yours. "Lucky me."

You stared at him, your smile softening. "Yeah, lucky you."

His expression shifted, something tender replacing the teasing glint in his eyes. He didn’t always say how he felt, but moments like this, where he just looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, were enough.

"You know," you murmured, "for someone who doesn’t like public displays of affection, you’re being awfully affectionate right now."

He huffed a quiet laugh, resting his forehead against yours. "No one’s here."

"Still," you teased, "what happened to ‘I show my love in subtle ways’?"

His grip on you tightened slightly. "This is subtle."

You raised an eyebrow. "Both hands in my back pockets is subtle?"

He smirked. "Completely."

You shook your head, laughing. "You’re ridiculous."

"And yet," he murmured, brushing his nose against yours, "you love me anyway."

Your teasing grin softened. "I do."

His breath hitched slightly, and before you could say anything else, he kissed you. It was soft, lingering, like he was trying to hold onto the moment for just a little longer. You melted into it, fingers curling into his hair, savoring the warmth of him, the way he held you like you were something precious.

A smile played on your lips as you pulled your lips apart, your bodies nearly flush. "You, breaking rules for me? I'm honored."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "It's hardly breaking the rules. Prefect privileges, remember?"

"Oh, of course," you teased. "How could I forget? You’re the responsible one."

"Exactly," he murmured, his arms sliding gently around your waist. "And right now, I’m responsibly using my time to be with my girlfriend a little longer."

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you swayed slightly in his embrace. The torches along the corridor flickered, casting long shadows, but all you could focus on was the way he looked at you—like you were something precious, something worth bending the rules for.

"You’re soft, Lupin," you whispered playfully, fingers absentmindedly tangling in his hair.

His lips curled into a smirk, but he didn’t argue. "Only for you."

Your stomach flipped at that, heat rising to your cheeks. "That was dangerously sweet."

"Good," he murmured, tilting his head slightly. "I meant it to be."

A comfortable silence settled between you, your bodies still pressed close. It was moments like this that made your heart ache in the best way possible—just the two of you, tucked away in some quiet corner of the castle, stealing time before curfew.

"You really don’t want to let me go, do you?" you teased, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face.

He exhaled softly, his fingers giving the tiniest squeeze against your hips. "Not really."

You bit your lip, warmth blooming in your chest. "You’re ridiculously cute when you’re clingy."

"I’m not clingy," he argued, though his grip on you didn’t loosen in the slightest.

You grinned. "Oh no? So what do you call this?"

He sighed dramatically. "Fine. Maybe I am a little."

You tilted your head, considering. "I think I like it."

Remus laughed, shaking his head. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, you love me," you teased.

He smiled, the kind of soft, adoring smile that always made you melt. "Yeah. I really do."

You felt your cheeks warm, but before you could respond, the distant sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor.

Remus sighed, finally, reluctantly, releasing you. "Go before Filch catches you out of bounds."

You pouted. "You’re no fun."

He smirked. "I’ll save you a seat at breakfast to make up for it."

You hummed. "With extra toast?"

"Obviously."

You smiled, stealing one last quick kiss before stepping back. "Goodnight, Remus."

"Goodnight, love," he murmured, watching you go with that same soft look in his eyes.

And as you disappeared down the corridor, you couldn’t help but think—Merlin, you were hopelessly in love with him.

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evermoreness · 2 months ago

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moonlight and mending pt.7 | remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: you and remus are definitely a couple, just not officially yet.

obs: this is part seven of a series. here's part one and part eight

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James was the first to bring it up. Naturally.

“So, Moony," he started, plopping onto his bed dramatically, "are we just gonna pretend you didn’t finally kiss her, or…?"

Remus, who had been peacefully reading a book, sighed and closed it with a soft thud. "I was really hoping you’d all have better things to do than meddle in my love life."

Sirius grinned from his bed, arms folded behind his head. "Oh, Remus, darling, you vastly underestimate our commitment to making your life miserable."

Peter snickered, eyes wide with curiosity. "So, how was it?"

James leaned forward, elbows on his knees, a smug glint in his eyes. "Yeah, tell us, Moony. Did she completely sweep you off your feet?"

Remus rolled his eyes, but the slight redness in his ears betrayed him. "You lot are unbearable."

"You like us unbearable," Sirius said, smirking. "Now, spill. Who kissed who first?"

"Moony definitely got kissed first," James declared confidently. "He’s a coward."

"Hey," Remus protested, glaring at James.

Peter frowned. "But wait, if she kissed him first, does that really count as his first kiss? Maybe he still hasn’t technically had one."

"Merlin, Wormtail, what kind of logic is that?" Sirius laughed.

James waved them both off. "Alright, alright, so who kissed who?"

Remus exhaled heavily, rubbing his face. There was no escaping this.

"I kissed her first," he admitted.

A beat of silence. Then—

"OH, YOU DOG!" Sirius howled, practically rolling off his bed in excitement.

"That’s my boy!" James cheered, slapping his knee.

Peter’s mouth fell open. "Wait—you kissed her?!"

Remus sighed. "Yes, Wormtail, that’s generally how kissing works."

Sirius grinned. "I have never been prouder of you, Moony. What happened to all that self-doubt and hesitation?"

James wiggled his eyebrows. "Guess love makes a bold man out of you."

"Right, sure, love," Remus muttered, grabbing his book again, but there was no hiding the tiny, pleased smile tugging at his lips.

Sirius caught it immediately. "Oh, look at him! All smug and in love."

"I’m not—"

"Do you think about her before you sleep?" James interrupted.

"Do you see her and just start smiling for no reason?" Peter added.

"Do you miss her the second she’s not around?" Sirius smirked.

Remus groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I hate all of you."

Sirius clutched his chest dramatically. "Oh no, James, he’s deflecting! It must be true love!"

James pretended to wipe a tear. "Our little Moony’s all grown up."

"Merlin, just kill me now," Remus mumbled, throwing a pillow at Sirius’s face.

Sirius caught the pillow with ease, grinning like a madman. “Oh, Moony, you can’t escape this. You kissed her. The girl you’ve been pining over for ages.”

“I have not been pining,” Remus grumbled, reopening his book.

James scoffed. “Mate. You stare at her like she hung the bloody stars.”

Remus’ grip on the pages tightened. “I do not.”

Peter nodded enthusiastically. “You kinda do.”

“Definitely,” Sirius agreed. “It’s disgusting, really.” He sighed dramatically. “Our poor, lovesick Moony. All doe-eyed and smitten.”

James smirked. “I bet he’s still thinking about it.”

“I am not—” Remus started, but unfortunately, his traitorous brain chose that exact moment to betray him.

The way you had looked at him before he kissed you—soft and certain, as if you’d been waiting for it. The warmth of your hands in his hair, the way you sighed against his lips. The little, breathless laugh after, teasing but affectionate—

Merlin.

He was smiling.

James let out a gasp. “HE’S THINKING ABOUT IT!”

Sirius groaned. “Ugh, he definitely is. Look at that stupid grin.”

Peter tilted his head. “Kind of sweet, though.”

Remus snapped his book shut again, face burning. “That’s enough out of all of you.”

James waggled his eyebrows. “But Moony, you haven’t told us the best part yet.”

Remus sighed, rubbing his temples. “I swear, Prongs, if you—”

James ignored him completely. “Was there tongue?”

Sirius collapsed in laughter. Peter’s eyes widened.

Remus ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up a bit. "No, i refuse to answer this"

“Aw, come on, Moony, we’re just asking questions!” Sirius teased. “It’s not every day our favorite bookish werewolf finally mans up and kisses the girl.”

Remus groaned . “I regret everything.”

“You regret nothing,” James corrected. “Because you kissed her, and you liked it.”

Remus sighed, lifting his head to glare at them. “Are you quite done?”

Sirius smirked. “That depends. When are you kissing her again?”

James caught the way Remus hesitated. “Ohhh. You’re already thinking about it.”

Peter beamed. “That means you really like her!”

“I always liked her,” Remus muttered, running a hand through his hair. “That’s the problem.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “Moony, that’s not a problem. That’s called having feelings. Normal people have them. You just happen to be terrible at handling yours.”

James clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ll figure it out, mate. And when you do, you can count on us to be right here—”

“—Mocking you every step of the way,” Sirius finished with a grin.

Remus sighed. “Of course you will.”

And despite himself—despite the teasing, despite the embarrassment—he smiled.

Because, honestly?

He didn’t regret a thing.

Not a single thing.

Not ashamed.

The sun was shining lazily over the courtyard, the soft hum of students chatting filling the air. James, Sirius, Peter, Lily, and you were all sitting together on the grass, laughing over some ridiculous story Sirius was telling.

"And then," Sirius continued, eyes glinting mischievously, "James actually tried to flirt with McGonagall—"

"It was a dare!" James interrupted, looking indignant.

"You told her her animagus form was the most beautiful feline you’d ever seen," Peter wheezed, clutching his stomach from laughing so hard.

Lily rolled her eyes but couldn’t help grinning. "Honestly, I can’t believe I’m dating you."

James turned to her with a dazzling smile. "Well, Evans, you had the chance to resist, and yet—" He gestured between them smugly. "Here we are."

"Tragic, really," Lily sighed dramatically, leaning against him.

Just then, a familiar figure approached you.

Remus.

He looked more relaxed than usual, a soft, sleepy expression on his face, as if he had just woken up from a nap. His light brown hair was slightly tousled from the wind, and there was something undeniably warm about him as he made his way toward you.

Without hesitation, he let his arm slip around your waist, pulling you closer. The action was so easy, so natural, that it didn’t even seem like something he had thought twice about.

It was progress.

You turned your head slightly and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to his lips. It was instinctive now—like second nature.

That was enough for the group to lose their minds.

"OH, COME ON!" James practically shouted, throwing his hands in the air.

"RIGHT IN FRONT OF US?!" Sirius added dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as if he were personally offended.

Peter was giggling like a child. "Did you see that? He just—he just walked in and—Merlin’s beard, Moony’s unstoppable!"

Lily, ever the voice of reason, simply smirked. "Well, it was adorable," she said matter-of-factly. "And you lot are just jealous."

"Jealous? Jealous?!" James scoffed, looking at Remus with exaggerated betrayal. "Moony, you used to be the quiet, nervous one! My reliable, awkward mate! And now—now you’re just kissing your girl like it’s the most casual thing in the world!"

Sirius nudged him, grinning. "Not so awkward anymore, huh?"

Remus, who had been unfazed until now, simply shrugged. "I don’t see the issue," he said, voice calm and composed, though the slight pink dusting his cheeks betrayed him.

James pointed aggressively. "THERE. THERE IT IS."

"What?"

"That confidence! Who are you? What have you done with my shy, self-deprecating friend?!"

You laughed, leaning slightly into Remus’s side. "You really didn’t expect me to have this effect on him?"

Sirius snorted. "Oh, no, we definitely expected it. We just didn’t think he’d embrace it so well."

Remus huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "You lot are insufferable."

"But you love us," Peter said with a grin.

Remus glanced at you, a small, private smile playing on his lips. Then, ever so casually, he kissed the side of your head.

The group erupted.

"OH, THAT’S IT! HE’S GONE! WE’VE LOST HIM!" James groaned, pretending to fall back onto the grass.

"I love this version of Moony," Sirius declared, clapping Remus on the shoulder. "Look at you. All affectionate and in love."

Lily nudged James. "We should take notes, really. They’re disgustingly adorable."

James raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, Evans, we’re the epitome of romance. Our dynamic is legendary."

She hummed. "Mm, sure, Potter. Keep telling yourself that."

Remus made a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh, looking absolutely mortified.

You, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying his suffering. "You could just let go of me if it’s so embarrassing," you teased.

Remus immediately shook his head. "No. I—I’m fine."

James and Sirius exchanged knowing looks.

You leaned in slightly, voice quieter now, just for him. "You’re getting used to it, aren’t you?"

Remus exhaled slowly, trying to will away the heat in his face. "I think so."

You smiled, letting your fingers brush lightly against his wrist. "Good."

And despite the relentless teasing, despite his bright red face, despite the fact that he was very much not used to being this open with affection—Remus found himself not minding at all.

Because you were worth it.

Every single second of it.

Say it again.

The days passed, and something changed—something small but noticeable.

Remus was getting used to all of it. The way you would lean into his side, the way you’d lace your fingers together absentmindedly, the way you would press quick kisses to his cheek when he was deep in a book. At first, it had flustered him beyond words, but now? Now he just expected it.

And he had started to return it, in his own soft, hesitant way.

It was late afternoon, and you were tucked away in your usual spot beneath the large oak tree by the Black Lake. You had your legs stretched out over his lap, flipping through a book, while he absentmindedly ran his fingers over the fabric of your sleeve.

“Rem,” you called suddenly, looking up from your book.

“Mhm?”

“I have a very important question,” you said seriously, closing the book and resting it on your stomach.

Remus quirked an eyebrow, already amused. “Alright. Let’s hear it.”

You took a dramatic breath. “If you had to fight one of the Marauders in a duel, life or death, who would you pick?”

Remus snorted. “That’s your important question?”

“Yes, and you have to answer.”

He hummed, pretending to think it over. “Peter.”

You gasped. “Poor Peter!”

Remus just smirked. “He’d understand. It’s about survival, love.”

And just like that—your entire expression lit up.

It took him half a second to realize what had just come out of his mouth.

His eyes widened slightly.

Oh.

Oh, bloody hell.

He hadn’t meant to say it. It had just… slipped.

But before he could even begin to panic, you were already beaming at him, eyes shining with something soft and excited.

"What did you just call me?" You asked, your voice teasing but also way too happy.

Remus groaned, tilting his head back against the tree. "Nothing."

You poked his side. "Not nothing. Say it again."

"No."

You sat up straight, moving closer, your knees pressing against his thigh. “Remus.”

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, but he couldn’t stop the small smile forming at the corner of his lips. "I didn’t even mean to say it."

"But you did," you pointed out, eyes twinkling. "And I liked it."

That made him pause. He hesitated. “You... do?”

You nodded eagerly, practically radiating happiness. “Call me that again.”

Remus let out a breath, glancing away like he was debating it. But when he looked back at you—so earnest, so full of joy over something so simple—he found himself softening completely.

“Alright, love,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

And you immediately cupped his face and kissed him.

Remus froze for half a second before he melted into it, his hands finding their way to your waist instinctively. Your lips were warm, soft, and you kissed him with so much affection that it made his head spin.

When you finally pulled back, you were still grinning. “I’m keeping that one.”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you like me.”

His lips twitched. “Yeah. I suppose I do.”

You gave him another small, quick peck on his lips, squeezing his face. "Good. Because you’re stuck with me now, love."

And this time—this time, he was the one beaming.

“So,” you drawled, leaning into his side with a smug little smirk, “was that your grand confession, then? Calling me love in the middle of planning Peter’s hypothetical demise?”

Remus groaned, tipping his head back against the tree. “If I say yes, will you stop bringing it up?”

“Not a chance, love”

He sighed, rubbing his face, but there was no real frustration behind it. Just warmth—something that curled deep in his chest and refused to leave.

You tilted your head, watching him with that knowing glint in your eyes. “You know, if you wanted to confess properly, you could just say—”

Remus cut you off with a kiss, his fingers slipping into your hair as he pulled you closer. He could feel your surprised inhale against his lips, but you recovered quickly, smiling into the kiss as your hands curled into the front of his sweater.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, he huffed out a quiet laugh. “Happy now?”

You blinked up at him, dazed but delighted. “I mean… yeah. But now I think you just like kissing me.”

Remus smirked. “Maybe I do.”

Your grin was immediate. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone is getting bolder.”

He rolled his eyes, but you could feel the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly on your waist. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are. Kissing me. Calling me love.” you nudged his nose with yours, your voice teasing but soft. “Admit it, Rem. You’re completely smitten.”

Remus exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “Merlin help me.”

“Oh, come on,” you pressed. “Say it. Say, ‘I, Remus Lupin, am completely—’”

Remus shut you up with another kiss. Longer this time, slower. Enough to wipe that teasing little smirk right off your face.

By the time he pulled away, you were breathless.

“Alright,” you mumbled, still a little dazed. “That’s a very unfair way to win an argument.”

Remus just grinned. “But effective.”

You huffed, trying and failing to look unimpressed. “I’m onto you, Remus”

“Good,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Wouldn’t want you missing anything.”

You sighed dramatically, settling back into his side. “You really like me.”

Remus chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah, love” he admitted quietly. “I really do.”

And maybe, just maybe, he was okay with that.

An unofficial couple.

Time passed, and it was obvious to everyone—even if neither of you had officially said anything—that you acted like a couple.

Remus had gotten used to your presence in his life, in his space, in his arms. It was natural now, the way you fit into him like you belonged there.

It was late one evening in the library. Most students had already cleared out, leaving only a few scattered at desks. You sat cross-legged on the floor, a book open on your lap, and Remus stretched out beside you, his head resting on your thigh.

You absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair as you read, and he sighed softly, melting into your touch.

“You’re ridiculously comfortable,” Remus muttered, eyes closed.

You smirked. “You say that like you didn’t voluntarily make me your pillow.”

“Mhm,” he hummed sleepily. “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

You laughed, flipping a page. “You do realize that if James or Sirius saw you like this, you’d never hear the end of it?”

Remus cracked an eye open. “I’m aware, darling.”

“And yet, here you are.”

He reached up lazily, catching your free hand and intertwining your fingers. “What can I say? I like being comfortable.”

You squeezed his hand, grinning. “You like me.”

Remus groaned dramatically, covering his face with his arm. “And you like reminding me.”

“Because it’s cute,” you teased, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

His face went pink, but he didn’t move away. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Remus just grumbled something under his breath but didn’t let go of your hand.

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in warmth and quiet laughter.

As the library started to empty completely, a soft hush settled around you. You continued reading, your fingers still idly playing with Remus’s hair, and he let himself relax entirely, eyes shut, listening to the gentle cadence of your voice as you quietly narrated a passage.

“You know,” you murmured after a while, shifting slightly beneath him, “I’m starting to think you only keep me around for free head massages.”

Remus huffed a laugh, cracking an eye open to look up at you. “That’s absolutely not true.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

He smirked lazily. “You’re also very warm.”

You gasped in mock offense, shoving his shoulder lightly. “Unbelievable. I knew it.”

Still grinning, Remus caught your hand before you could pull away and laced your fingers together again. “Alright, alright. Maybe I also keep you around because you’re nice to look at.”

That made you pause. You blinked down at him, surprised, and Remus only realized what he’d said when he saw the teasing sparkle in your eyes.

“Oh?” you grinned. “So you do like looking at me?”

His face went bright red. “That’s not—”

“Oh, no, no,” you interrupted, clearly enjoying this. “Please, do go on. What exactly do you like looking at?”

Remus groaned, covering his face with his free hand. “Merlin, why do I even speak?”

You laughed, shifting to press a kiss to his cheek. “I like looking at you, too, you know.”

His breath hitched slightly, but he didn’t pull away.

The moment lingered, softer now, a quiet warmth settling between them.

Then, you glanced at the library clock. “We should probably go before Madam Pince throws us out.”

Remus sighed dramatically, still not making any effort to move. “But getting up requires effort.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was fondness in your smile. “Fine. You can stay there. But I’m leaving.”

You made a move to stand up, but Remus instinctively tightened his grip on your hand, stopping you.

“…Wait.”

You tilted your head, amused. “Yes?”

“…Five more minutes?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Remus Lupin, you are the clingiest person I’ve ever met.”

Remus groaned. “Don’t say it like that.”

“I’m not complaining, love”

“…You better not be.”

You just smiled, pressing another soft kiss to his forehead. “Fine. Five more minutes.”

And Remus, despite knowing the teasing he’d get from James and Sirius later, let himself stay.

The five minutes turned into ten. Then fifteen. Neither of you seemed in any rush to leave, wrapped up in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence.

Remus was now seated by your side, head on your shoulders, reading whatever was that you were reading.

Remus sighed contentedly, eyes still shut as you continued running your fingers through his hair. The feeling was addicting—soothing in a way he never realized he needed.

“You’re going to fall asleep on me,” you whispered, amused.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” he murmured, barely opening his eyes.

You hummed, considering. “Not at all.” your voice was softer now, almost thoughtful. “I like being close to you.”

Remus opened his eyes fully this time, tilting his head to look at you. Something in your expression made his heart stutter—you looked peaceful, content, but there was something else, something gentle and adoring in the way you gazed down at him.

His fingers curled slightly around yours. “I like being close to you too,” he admitted, voice quiet but certain.

A small, pleased smile tugged at your lips. “Good,” you whispered.

You leaned before he could think too much about it, pressing the softest kiss to the corner of his mouth. It was barely there, just a whisper of a touch, but it sent warmth flooding through him all the same.

Remus barely had time to react before you pressed another kiss, this time fully on his lips. Slow, lingering, infinitely tender.

His breath caught, his free hand coming to gently rest at your waist, as if grounding himself in the moment. You kissed him like you had all the time in the world—like he was something precious, something worth savoring.

And, Merlin help him, he wanted to stay in this moment forever.

When you finally pulled back, your forehead resting against his, he could still feel the ghost of your smile against his lips.

“I think I might be in trouble,” he whispered, voice dazed.

You let out a soft laugh, brushing your nose against his. “Why’s that?”

Remus swallowed, searching for words, but all he could focus on was the way you were looking at him. Like he was something worth holding onto.

“…Because I don’t think I’ll ever want to let go,” he admitted, voice barely above a breath.

You exhaled softly, your fingers gently tracing the back of his hand. “Then don’t,” she murmured simply.

And with that, you kissed him again, and Remus knew—without a doubt—he never would.

Tracing scars.

The common room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of the fireplace. Most students had gone to bed, leaving just the two of you curled up together on the couch. You were tucked against his side, your fingers idly tracing circles on the back of his hand as he held it in his lap.

Remus sighed contentedly, watching the fire flicker, feeling utterly at peace. These moments with you—these quiet, comfortable spaces where he didn’t have to be anything but himself—meant more to him than he could ever put into words.

“You’re staring again,” you murmured, tilting your head up to look at him with a small smile.

Remus huffed a soft laugh, his fingers brushing gently through your hair. “Can you blame me?”

You rolled your eyes playfully but didn’t argue, instead shifting closer, resting your head against his shoulder.

Your fingers traced up his arm absentmindedly, skimming over the fabric of his sweater before moving to his jawline, where they brushed over the scar that ran across his face.

He stiffened slightly, always unprepared for the way you didn’t recoil. How you didn’t flinch or hesitate. How you touched his scars like they were just part of him—nothing to be ashamed of.

You had done this before, and each time, it left him torn between wanting to lean into your touch or run away.

Your thumb traced the scar slowly. “I love this one,” you murmured.

Remus swallowed. “You what?”

You smiled, shifting so you could look him properly in the eyes. “I love it. It makes you look… strong. And distinguished. And incredibly handsome.”

His face went bright red. “Merlin, you can’t just say things like that.”

You laughed, pressing your lips to the scar in question. “I just did.”

Remus sucked in a breath, heart doing ridiculous flips in his chest. “Dove…”

You beamed at the pet name, and Remus found himself smiling helplessly. It had started as something he’d said without thinking, but now, he couldn’t stop. It just fit you so well.

You kissed along the scar, trailing soft pecks down his jaw, your lips unbearably gentle. Remus melted under your touch, torn between letting you continue and pulling away before he completely lost himself.

His hand found its way into your hair, fingers weaving through the strands as he let out a breathy chuckle. “You really like doing that, don’t you?”

You hummed. “Mm-hmm. I like all of them.”

Remus swallowed hard. “You shouldn’t.”

You frowned slightly, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. “Why not?”

“…Because they’re ugly.” His voice was quiet, but there was an undeniable sadness behind it.

Your expression softened, your hand coming up to cradle his cheek as you held his gaze. "Remus," you whispered, your voice full of warmth, of certainty. "They’re not ugly. Not to me."

His breath hitched, his grip on your tightening just slightly as he struggled to find the right words. He wasn’t used to this—to someone looking at him like he was worth something more than his scars, more than his condition.

You traced his jawline again, slower this time, like you were memorizing every inch of him. "They tell a story," you continued, your fingers brushing over the faded lines with reverence. "They tell your story. And I love every part of it. Every part of you."

Remus felt something in his chest tighten—something raw and fragile, something he wasn’t sure how to hold without breaking. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a shaky breath, before pressing his forehead to yours.

"You make it so bloody difficult to keep my head straight," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, nudging your nose against his. "Then stop trying so hard."

And then you kissed him. Slow and tender, like you had all the time in the world. Like you were trying to prove your words with every brush of your lips against his.

Remus melted instantly, his hand coming up to cup the back of your neck as he kissed you back, his heart pounding so hard he was sure you could feel it. You shifted, pressing closer, your arms wrapping around him as if you never wanted to let go.

He let himself sink into it, let himself believe—just for a moment—that maybe, just maybe, he was allowed to have this. To have you.

When they finally pulled apart, you stayed close, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gazed up at him with so much love it made his chest ache.

"Do you believe me now?" You whispered.

Remus exhaled shakily, his thumb brushing over your cheek. He still wasn’t sure he deserved it, but looking at you now, at the sheer certainty in your eyes, he knew one thing for certain.

"I’m trying," he murmured.

You smiled, pressing one last lingering kiss to his lips. "Good. Because I’m not going anywhere."

And for the first time in a long, long while, Remus let himself believe that was true.

Returning favours.

The days passed, and Remus couldn’t help but notice how busy you had been lately. It wasn’t unusual for you to spend time in the hospital wing—you always loved helping Madam Pomfrey—but now, it was excessive. You would disappear for hours, only to reappear looking even more exhausted than before. When you weren’t in the hospital wing, you were in your dorm, completely absorbed in whatever you were working on, books scattered around you like a fortress.

And the strangest part? You weren’t telling him what you were up to.

Remus didn’t like to pry. He never pushed people to talk about things they weren’t ready to share. You hadn’t pushed him when you first found out about his condition, hadn’t demanded answers or treated him any differently. You had just stayed—and he would do the same for you.

Still, he couldn’t ignore the exhaustion in your eyes.

Remus had caught you dozing off during class more than once, your head resting on your folded arms. You had been asking him strange, specific questions lately, too.

“So… when you transform, do you still recognize people?”

Remus had blinked at you. “No. Not at all. Why?”

You had shrugged, writing something down in your notes. “Just curious.”

Another time:

“Do you think—hypothetically—a potion could help you keep your mind during the full moon?”

Remus had tilted his head. “Hypothetically?”

“Yeah.”

He had chuckled. “Hypothetically, maybe… but there’s never been a potion like that.”

You had hummed thoughtfully, scribbling more notes.

Remus wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were up to something. But if you wanted to tell him, you would.

You weren’t sleeping. You weren’t eating properly. You were so caught up in whatever you were doing that you were completely neglecting yourself.

It reminded him of how you took care of him after every full moon—staying up all night, watching over him, tending to his wounds. But now, you were the one who needed looking after.

And Remus wasn’t about to let you fall apart.

He found you in the common room late that evening, curled up in the corner of the couch, a book open on your lap. You were trying to study, but your head kept dipping forward, your eyes fluttering shut before snapping open again.

Remus sighed, sitting down beside you. “Dove.”

You hummed absentmindedly, not looking up. “Mm?”

“You’re exhausted.”

“I’m fine.”

Remus reached forward, gently shutting the book in your lap. “No, you’re not.”

You finally looked at him, your lips parting as if you were about to protest. But you saw the concern in his eyes—the way he was watching you so carefully, so gently—and you let out a small sigh instead. “I just have a lot to do.”

“You always have a lot to do,” Remus said softly. “But you can’t pour from an empty cup, love.”

You blinked at the pet name, a small smile tugging at your lips. “That’s a very poetic way of telling me I look like death.”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t look like death. But you do look like you’re about to pass out, and I’m not going to just sit here and watch it happen.”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “I can’t rest yet, Remus. I still need to—”

“You need to sleep.”

“But—”

“No buts,” he interrupted, shifting closer. “Come here.”

You hesitated for a moment before Remus reached out, gently tugging you towards him. You let out a small huff, but you didn’t resist, letting yourself be pulled into his arms.

Remus adjusted you so that you were nestled against his chest, your legs draped over his lap. His hand came up to the back of your head, fingers weaving into your hair as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“There,” he murmured. “That’s better.”

You let out a small sigh, your body slowly relaxing against his. “…You’re being very affectionate today.”

Remus hummed. “You always take care of me, darling. Let me take care of you for once.”

You smiled softly, burying your face against his neck. “I like when you’re like this.”

“Like what?”

“Soft.”

Remus huffed a quiet laugh, resting his chin on top of your head. “I’m always soft with you.”

You sighed, closing your eyes. “It’s nice.”

You sat in comfortable silence for a while, Remus rubbing small circles on your back. He could feel your breathing even out, your body sinking further into his hold.

“Dove?” he murmured after a while.

“Mhm?”

“You haven’t eaten much today either.”

You groaned. “Remus—”

“No arguing,” he cut in, a teasing lilt in his voice. “If you’re going to be this stubborn, I’ll just have to feed you myself.”

You snorted. “I’d love to see you try.”

Remus smirked. “Don’t tempt me.”

You lifted your head slightly to meet his gaze, your eyes soft but amused. “You really care, huh?”

Remus brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your cheek. “Of course, I do.”

Something flickered in your eyes at that, and your leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

Remus melted. He always did.

You let out a content sigh, your fingers lazily tracing patterns on his chest. “Alright, alright. I’ll eat something. And I’ll sleep.”

Remus grinned. “Good girl.”

You swatted his arm playfully, but you were smiling.

And as Remus held you close, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing, he felt something settle inside of him—something warm, something safe.

Maybe he had spent so much of his life believing that he didn’t deserve this kind of tenderness. But with you in his arms, he was beginning to think that maybe… just maybe… he did.

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A note from the author:

Hello lovelies!

They are finally being a disgustingly cute couple!

A little spoiler for the next chapter: It's gonna be Remus' turn to take care of her as much as she took care of him!

Did you notice that she is brewing a Wolfsbane potion? It is a very difficult one, and she's doing it all for him!

Hope you guys are liking it! Each of your comments makes me smile. 🤍

See you soon!

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