#young!remus lupin fic

[a-great-tragedy]

“I love your personality!”

Thanks, I stole it from a fanfic longer than the original piece of work it was based off of on ao3

[irisivys]

nothing can come between a girl and her roster of angsty gay ships with fics so long that they could be literal novels

[asterllus]

this is sirius and remus in all the young dudes

[forourmoonyyy]

“My favourite trope is someone who believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like breathing”

Just say wolfstar damn

[urwhorecrux]

poly!marauders x drunk!reader at a party and reader needy but they don’t want to help reader because they don’t want to do anything when reader basically unconscious of what’s happening because reader is drunk. So they try to explain to reader that they will gladly take care of them after they get better and go to bed. Thank you!

<3

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ Our darling poly!marauders.

pairing. poly!marauders x fem!reader.

warnings. mentions of alcohol, alussions to sex, pet names.

a/n. SRRYYYY this is a little blurb, i've been busy doing yet another sport. also didnt mean to leave sirius out in the end oops. not proofread.

masterlist.

Your boyfriends leaving you alone for a moment seemed like a good idea. maybe a new way for you to socalize, or to spend more time with girls from your house- until it was the opposite.

Sirius came back to finding you on the couch, completely out of it with not a single thought in your eyes. It was nearly the same for him, but he was slightly more conscious of everything around him, surprisingly.

"Where have you two been?" James was ecstatic to see you, as always.

He'd been more than pleased when you showed up to the party they'd planned after they won the quidditch cup, even wearing James' uniform.

"Sorry prongs, jus' wondered off for a while", sirius grinned, wrapping an arm around you before placing sloppy kisses across your face.

"Alright yea that's jus' great pads, c'mon let's just take her up", james gently lifts you off the couch, draping your hands across his shoulders as he cradles you.

You giggle at this feeling, loving the feel of Jame's rough biceps after all those years of qudditch, and the way Sirius' hair sits as he follows along, gently cupping your face rambling out undescribable words.

James signals for Remus, noticing he's busy by the chocolate fountain, discovering anything that was possible to dip in there.

"Moooonnyyy", you call out, a giggling mess.

His ears perk instantly as his eyes widen, the sight of you drunk was funny to James and Sirius, but to him he always seemed more concerned.

"You smell like firewhiskey, what'd we say about firewhiskey?" he pouts, slowly rubbing your head.

You're in James' arms, still being cradled as the other two boys follow along, Sirius being a stumbling mess and Remus being prepared to catch him if he tumbled down the stairs. The door opens, the smell of a warm fire going and soft cologne fills your head, James carefully places you on his bed.

"I'll have one night of passion with her first, if you don't mind," Sirius announces, stumbling over to the bed.

"C'mere Siri", you call, desperately needing his touch, unaware of James and Remus hurriedly stopping him.

"Not tonight Pads, tommorrow we'll take care of her", Remus smirks, "Tonight you're both sloppy drunks, later".

Sirius can't help but get defensive in a dramatic manor, now arguing with Remus as James approaches you with an old t shirt of his.

"Oh, Jamie" you smile widely, still slightly dazy about everything going on in the room. "You're here to finally kiss me? Want you so bad Jami-" you cut off by James shoving his t-shirt over your head.

"No dove, not tonight tomorrow when you feel better, promise", he places a soft kiss against your forehead, now going to the other side of the bed and spooning you.

Remus approaches, now laying your head on his chest as he settles comfortably.

"Rem, t-tell him 's not fair" you groan, nuzzling into his neck.

Remus shakes his head, whispering "tomorrow, tomorrow," as he gently kisses your cheek.

Sirius stumbles towards the bed, nearly yelling goodnight to everyone as he tumbles down on the couch, falling asleep in almost a weirdest, yet comfortable enough for him position.

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Liner and Lip gloss

"Pads sit still I'm going to mess up." Remus tried to keep his hand steady

"Alright, sorry, just excited for the ball."

"Who'd ya ask anyways?"

"No one yet."

"Pads the ball is in two hours."

"I'm aware."

"You aren't hot enough to get a girl in two hours."

"Piss off. "

"Don't think I will Siri."

"Oh fuck you."

"What was that? Sorry I couldn't hear you from down there."

"Mangez de la merde et mourez."

"Really? You can't think of a single creative thing to say so you start speaking in French."

"You have to agree it's hot."

"Who's been lying to you?"

"How dare you, anyways I know who I'm asking, just hoping they'll say yes."

"Good luck with that, they probably already have a date you know, most people plan ahead."

"Who are you going with?"

"I'm not going."

"What! Why? Moony please it'll be fun, James and I are pranking all the Slytherins."

"Nope, can't be bothered. Anyways I don't have a date."

"I'm sure plenty of girls would go with you, you're hot."

"Don't want to lie to them."

"You have to like someone, just hope they don't have a date and ask her out."

"Pads... can I tell you something..?"

"Are you alright?"

"I-I'm gay." Sirius pulled him into a hug,

"Thank you for telling me."

"You're not mad...?"

"Why would I be mad Moony?"

"My dad kicked me out when I told him."

"Shit- I'm so sorry."

"He hated me anyways, just the final nail in the coffin. It's fine, I survived, anyways turn around I'm braiding your hair."

"Moons, can you help me ask this person?"

"Are you sure they don't have a date?"

"Certain now,"

"Okay...? How do I help exactly?"

"Say yes."

"Wha-"

"Remus will you go to the ball with me?"

"...no shit Sherlock."

"FINALLY, MERLIN'S BEARD HE HAS BEEN PINING OVER YOU FOR YEARS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW PAINFUL IT'S BEEN TO WATCH BOTH OF YOU ACT SO CLUELESS."

"Prongs, are you okay?"

"Now that I don't have to listen to Sirius planning how to ask you out every single quidditch practice yes."

"It wasn't ev-"

"Yes, yes it was. I have them a written down, extreme detail, with the date because I knew you would say this."

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A lil wolfstar cuz I've been wanting to write about these two dorks for last three years

[aaronsguccitie]

it’s been a long year (and all of our book’s pages dog-eared)

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Despite all your pestering, Remus refuses to use a bookmark. Until you make him one (or several).

Cw: fem!reader, fluff, teenage Remus (sixth/ seventh year), mild damaging of books, use of petnames, no use of yn, soft softness

Word count: 2.6k

A/n: ahh my first time writing for Remus! The brainrot has been too all consuming lately so I just had to write this <3 I’d love to know your thoughts, but please be gentle with me lol :p

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Softening your steps to match the quiet of the library, you turn the familiar corner and find yours and Remus’ usual table by the window, nestled between shelves. Sunlight streams in through the glass, illuminating the various books on the table—half the library’s contents, it seems.

The thick tomes are in one of two states: either spread open with folded, spare bits of parchment between the pages, or flipped upside down on the table, still open to mark where Remus left off. He’s sitting in the chair tucked further in, his back resting against the wall and his legs propped on the seat next to him, his knees bent, his head ducked as he absorbs the book in his lap.

The sleeves of his knitted jumper are pulled across his knuckles and his hair is a soft, disheveled mess, flopping over his forehead as he reads, not quite noticing you yet. A wrapped bar of chocolate rests precariously on the edge of the table, easy enough for Remus to reach if he got hungry. He knows full well the rules of the library, but he’s careful with his precious chocolates; closes away the library books and slides them to the opposite end of the table, quietly unwrapping the chocolate and keeping his cupped palm under it to catch any crumbs. This one is unopened, and you know he’s been waiting for you. 

His outline is tipped in gold; soft streams of sunlight thread their way through his hair, gently hug the curved lines of his body. He looks a little too lovely, a little too gentle and warm and too much for you to handle, so when you drop your eyes to the books on the table, you grasp for the first thing to call him out on.

“Remus!” You chastise, your voice just a little too loud. It carries in the silence. Cringing at your own tone, you bite the inside of your cheek as he looks up.

“Shh,” he murmurs, doing some chastising of his own as he brings a finger to his lips. He doesn’t seem even remotely surprised at your sudden appearance. The light slants in, transforms his eyes, and it’s suddenly hard to swallow. “Did you forget we’re in a library?”

Your heart thumps softly against your ribcage. His smile is amused, but the hiss of Madam Pince is not. Ignoring her, you shrug off your bag with flaming cheeks and sit down opposite him, rightening an upside-down book as you do.

“Did you forget these are library books you’re damaging when you leave them like this?” You hope your voice sounds at least somewhat nonchalant as your eyes rove over his face, capturing the soothing warmth of him.

Remus blows a raspberry—a low one. “I’m not damaging them,” he says, frowning a little at the accusation.

A smile tugs at your lips. The wrinkle between his brows begs to be smoothed out, but you keep your hands to yourself. Running your finger down the cracks in the spine, you hum, “Are too, Rem. You can’t iron these out like you do parchment.” Looking around at the table, you search for something to mark the page with. “Don’t you have a bookmark?”

“Don’t need one. Besides, cracked spines are inevitable.” He dog-ears the page of the book in his hands, much to your horror.

You gasp. “Remus.” The scolding tone is back in your—thankfully lower—voice.

Remus grins brightly as he drops his legs and sits straight, turning to fully face you. “What? ’S’no big deal, only paper.” He shrugs. “I don’t mind it when it’s on my books.” He slides his battered paperback onto the table, the cover bent and worn. The sight makes you gape.

“But—that’s just—” Atrocious, you think. Criminal. “You can’t—” You splutter.

“Oh come off it, Miss Perfect,” Remus smiles, gentle and teasing as he reaches out to grab the library book out of your hands. “I’m not ruining these books.” He says, quite adamantly, tearing a corner of one of his essays and stuffing the parchment into the book. “See?” He tells you, a huffed laugh leaving him at the look of horror still on your face. “Does the job as good as any bookmark.”

“Now, let’s worry more about that Transfiguration test, hmm?”

The way the sunlight pools in his eyes makes you even more speechless, and he takes your stunned silence for an answer as he clears away the space for your Transfiguration material.

****

While you do appreciate the warmth of the quill shop as Remus peruses its assortment of quills, the silence is slowly driving you mad. Though not a library, the patrons inside are strangely quiet, talking in hushed tones as they leisurely mill about, and the only sound other than the murmur of people is the loud whip of the wind outside. 

The two of you usually don’t walk about Hogsmeade together—or anywhere else for that matter, only meeting in the library to study or walking to and from classes—but Remus asked if you’d accompany him to buy some quills. His friends were busy with Zonko’s and yours with Honeydukes, so you’d agreed, not really in the mood for sweets. Remus had lightly bumped your shoulder and gave you a smile in return, one that warmed up your insides though your hands were slick with a cold sweat in your gloves.

Now, however, your hands are quite warm, gloves stuffed in your pockets, and you use a finger to poke Remus’ coated shoulder. “Remus.” You whinge as he bends over another selection of quills. “How many quills could you possibly need?”

Four are held loosely in his hand, and he doesn’t look up at you as he says, “They get run down easily. I thought you of all people would know,” he murmurs, the corners of his lips tilting into a smile when you scoff, “or are you just that studious when you’re with me?”

He straightens, a playful gleam in his hazel eyes. 

“You wish, Lupin.” You say, distantly feeling your stomach swoop at his smile. He looks too smug, so you grasp for something to say. “Muggles, you see, have an ingenious invention called a pen.” 

His eyebrows lift, not yet believing you—and quite right; you hadn’t picked up a pen in years. Still, you continue, “You don’t have to continually dip for ink and the tips don’t break off. You should try them.”

Remus nods sagely, “Maybe I will. Not like I’ve ever written with one before.” He brings the feathery end of one of the quills over his mouth, hiding his growing smile as your eyes widen.

Realization washes over you. Oh, Merlin. You always have to embarrass yourself in some way. 

Typical.

You lick your lips. “…You…” You point at him, though you don’t know exactly why. “You’re…?”

“Halfblood,” Remus confirms cheerily. “I know what a pen is, believe it or not.” He sweeps the feather over your nose, tickling your skin. You bat it away impatiently.

“Well, hurry up.” 

The grumble in your voice makes him laugh softly. “Just a little longer, love.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks.

You’ve seen your share of flirty boys, ignored their surface level flattery and saccharine pet names that spilled from their lips easy as breathing. Remus’ own buddies—marauders, they call themselves—have called you endearments more than once, annoyingly sweet and not one bit sincere, pet names and nicknames simply habit on their tongues. 

But Remus—quiet, gentle, Remus—saying it to you in a way so different than the others, like he actually means it, makes you flush all the way down to your toes.

You look away, just in time to miss the blush on his cheeks. Turning on your heel, you look around for anything to set your eyes on; salvation comes in the form of, coincidentally, bookmarks. A large collection of them, in various colors and designs, some with ribbons looped through the top and others without. You head to the table and pick one up, determined not to go back to Remus until your cheeks have cooled.

With your thumping heartbeat and rapidly warming skin, you hardly see the bookmark in your hand, rather seeing through it as you toy with the ribbon. Love, love, love, echoes through your head, in his voice, and you silently curse Remus Lupin under your breath. It’s nothing. He probably says it to everyone. That recurring thought is what forces your heart rate back to normal.

You keep your head down, eyes skipping over the bookmarks as time passes too slowly. The material of your coat itches your heated skin as you set the bookmark down and mindlessly tap the other ones on the table, feeling wood and paint beneath your nails.

Then you hear his footsteps behind you. They’re unique; sometimes Remus walks with a small limp. “Are you getting one?” He asks.

Turning, you find six quills held in both of his hands. 

“Me?” You raise your brows, trying to sound casual. For a split second your eyes fall to his lips, but you force them back on his. Bad idea, you think as you get lost in the warmth of them. “You should get one.”

Remus wrinkles his nose. “Don’t wanna.”

The expression warps the scars on his cheeks, and you find yourself mesmerized. “Why not?” You look away. A sky blue one catches your attention and you tap it lightly. “This one’s pretty.” 

“’S’alright, I don’t need it.” He shrugs. “C’mon let’s go.”

You put it down with a blown out sigh, shaking your head as you follow him to the till. Remus looks back at you with a grin. “Why are you so bothered about the state of my books?” He questions.

“Because!” You huff, your brief awkwardness lost in a wave of indignation, “You’re damaging them. Folding the page? Cracking the spine? Might as well throw them in the fire.” You grumble, crossing your arms.

His laugh is soft. “You’re too dramatic, love. It’s just paper.” There goes the nickname again, and there goes the flush on both of your cheeks. He clears his throat, “What would you say if you saw me taking notes in them?”

His attempt at distraction works. 

You stop in your tracks, turning to him with comically wide eyes. “You what?”

****

Remus’ laugh still rings in your ears, long after the two of you have parted. The rest of your day is spent with Lily and a few of your roommates as you flit from shop to shop, and eventually the Three Broomsticks. But as you drink your butterbeer and get lost in your thoughts instead of your friends’ chatter, an idea comes calling.

So, just before the shops shutter their doors for the night, you drag Lily back into the quill shop. Love, love, love, echoes again in your head as you walk in, your eyes finding the spots where you and Remus had stood. Skipping past the table of bookmarks with flutters in your stomach, your head for the stationary and thicker parchment.

That night, when you’re safe and warm tucked into your bed, curtains already drawn shut, you dump your haul on the sheets and get to work. The soft mattress of your bed is hardly the steadiest workspace you could find, but you make do. Your designs aren’t anywhere near sophisticated, anyway, though you do try your best.

It’s late when you’re finally done, the chatter of your roommates long since quieted down, but you know Remus often stays up well into the night. You pocket the fruits of your labor and throw a jumper over your pajamas before quietly slipping out of your dormitory, padding down the stairs and into the common room.

Unsurprisingly, it’s empty, but more surprisingly is that Remus is the sole occupier of the room. He’s sitting on one of the couches, his head in his hand, fingers threaded through his hair as he reads through the gigantic Charms book on his lap. Two more books are flipped upside down on the couch and there’s a roll of parchment at his side, one of his newly bought quills resting next to it.

You didn’t realize how late it was; looking at the clock, you find it’s gone 1 am, the sky pitch black beneath the frosted windows. The dying fire paints the common room a warm orange as you shuffle toward the occupied couch.

Remus looks up. He gives you a small, ever so sleepy smile. “Hey,” he says, his voice lowered to match the hour. It has the same warmth as the dying fire at your back. “What’re you doin’ up so late?”

You smile back, “Been working on something.”

“Oh? Care to share?” Remus drawls, his head falling back against the cushion to look up at you. He seems…overly relaxed, as if softened further by the fire and the empty common room, everything about him lazy and warm as shadows of his lashes dance on his cheeks when he blinks at you.

In response, you take out the four bookmarks you’d made. Two of them are solid colors—light blue and green—and the other two have patterns on them. One of which is a dotted sky, a few constellations you’d learned in Astronomy sketched across an inky blue, and the other has a simple pattern of swirls across the rectangle. You hadn’t wanted to do anything over the top, anything that he’d be potentially embarrassed to use, but solid colors for all of them just seemed boring. As you hold them out and see the stunned look on his face, you begin to shrink into yourself.

“I—uh, I made you several,” you rush out, skin ablaze, “to use in your library books and personal ones. You might not need them, dunno, and you don’t have to use them if you don’t want to—really, I made them for you more than me, it’s plain painful to see your books like this, so don’t—”

Remus stands. You stop, mouth clamping shut as he holds the edges of the bookmarks. You’re both holding them now—you’ve yet to let go—and you swear you could almost feel the warmth of his hands, even across the distance.

“Thank you.” He says quietly. His voice is sincere, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and your shoulders slump in relief. The warm hazel of his eyes disarms you, the soft firelight behind you illuminating freckles dotted across his cheeks like stars, nestled between the lines of his scars.

You force yourself to look down, break his gaze. “You’re welcome,” you say to his hands, your voice low and a little choked. Finally letting go of the bookmarks, you step back and give him a smile. “Just please use ’em, yeah?”

Remus brings one of the bookmarks to his head and mock salutes. “Every day.” He murmurs, and you know that’s sincere. A flutter goes off in your heart and you nod, purely for having something to do. 

“However,” Remus continues, his eyes bright as he taps your nose lightly with one of the bookmarks. “I still exercise my right to inflict damage on any personal books I might own.”

You laugh and put your hand on his wrist to push it away. His pulse beats beneath the warm skin, and his hand drops to his side. “You exercise that right a little too much, if you ask me.” The way he’s smiling makes your hands shake, so you thread your fingers together and begin to back away.

“Anyway, just wanted to give these to you. Night, Rem.” You reach the stairs and untangle your fingers to give him a small wave.

“Night.” He calls out softly, giving you a small one back.

It could be a trick of the fire—probably is, and you haven’t slept in hours—but you think you see a pink tint to his cheeks.

Any Remus requests are very very welcome ☺️

[jackie4dinner]

Being in a fandom as old as Harry Potter is crazy because what do you mean I’m reading a fanfic that’s only 3 months younger than me???

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 remus is used to the same day, and then you come into his life.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 please give me some grace. i havent written a full on fic in... a hot second 𖦹 record shop owner!remus x fem!reader (she/her prns) 𖦹 sirius uses he/they prns 𖦹 also. reader moves to england so she doesnt have british accent. yeah. 𖦹 lily evans being the best 𖦹 FLUFF (everyone cheered!) 𖦹 [brief] ANGST (everyone cried!) 𖦹 not proofread

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Routine—a very familiar word to Remus. His days were the same. Wake up, go to work, go home, shower, then sleep. He ate the same thing for breakfast and the same thing for lunch. Dinner was the only thing he frequently changed—maybe one day, he would have pasta, and the next, he would have chicken. He hung out with friends on Saturday, and they went to the same pub every time. The topics were usually the same. Sirius met someone new, someone they claimed to be "The One," only for that person to leave their life. James usually talked about training, Lily, and updates on her pregnancy. Since school ended, things had become... predictable.

You walked into the rickety old record shop, intent on finding your favorite album. It broke on the move to the UK, and you needed it desperately. 

Upon hearing the bell ring, Remus looked up. It was part of his routine—to see who had entered his shop—and there you stood, tote bag in hand with messy, windblown hair.

After searching through the Rock section for ages, you practically squeal when you see the album.

Remus looks up as you walk to the counter, "Hi." 

"Hi," You smile. Your accent throws Remus off, and he smiles. 

He looks at the record, then puts it down, "We have this in a white vinyl," He says, "I— I didn't mark it as colored, so you probably didn't see it. I can go grab it for you?"

You eagerly nod, "That would be fantastic!"

He stands, and you realize how tall he is—it's like he's towering over you.

A moment later, he returns with the other record, "They're hard to come by," He scrawls something on the record sheet, then rings up the album.

You thank him and pay, leaving him to wonder if you'll be back.

The next time you see him, he's with a pretty girl. She's got bleached blonde hair and a cute button nose. She's beautiful. Of course, you recognize the tall man—how could you not? He and the girl make their way to the counter; they both order.

"For Remus," A woman calls out. 

Remus—that's his name.

Remus steals glances at you the entire time he's at the coffee shop.

"Who's that?" Marlene asks with a coy smirk.

"I don't know. Came into the shop a couple of weeks ago."

"Oh, so you have a little crush." Marlene is full-on smirking now.

Remus goes red, "What? No." He shakes his head, "No," He repeats, trying to reassure himself that he doesn't have feelings for you.

"Sure," Marlene mutters, taking a sip of her drink.

Remus rolls his eyes.

About a month passes by until you see one another again. You walk into the shop. Remus looks up when the bell rings, and he smiles.

Sirius is there today, and they go up to you.

"What're you looking for?" 

You answer, and he leads you to the section as if you don't know the alphabet. He doesn't mean it that way, you know that. 

Still, you tease them about it, and their face goes stark red, "Sorry. I just— Sometimes record shops can be confusing in how they order things. Like, when it goes from 'C' to 'D,' does the 'D' section continue on the other side, or does it continue straight across? You know?" 

"I'm kidding around," You smile, "I've been here before. Granted, it was just once, but I know how it works. Thank you, though."

"But of course," Sirius curtsies, "Anything for you..."

"Y/n," You introduce yourself.

"I'm Sirius. Like the star," He clarifies, "Like, that's my name. S-i-r-i-u-s," They spell out.

You giggle, "Nice to meet you, Sirius."

"Nice to meet you. I love your silly accent, by the way."

"You're the one with the silly accent," You shoot back.

"Not when my accent is outnumbering yours."

You tilt your head and hum, "Strangely, I understand what you mean."

"It'd be concerning if you didn't."

"Do you frequent this shop a lot?" You ask, flipping through albums.

"My friend is the owner." Sirius shrugs.

You perk up, "Remus?"

Sirius quirks their brow, "You know him?"

You get hot, "No."

He narrows his eyes, "So, how do you know his name is Remus?"

"Well," You whisper, "I came in a while ago. He was really nice when I checked out. Then, a couple of weeks later, I saw him at a coffee shop, and they said his name when his drink was ready."

"You're a creep," Sirius raises his eyebrows.

"No!" You argue.

"Such a creep." Sirius begins walking away; you rush to follow him, "I'm telling him." He says.

You begin to panic, "Wait! No!" 

Sirius keeps walking to the front.

"Sirius," You whine, "Stop!"

"Remus!"

You silently will him to stop.

"Remus!" Sirius calls again.

"Lovely lady over here has something to tell you," He smirks.

If looks could kill, Sirius would be six feet under.

"I just– um–" You sputter out, "I just wanted to thank you for helping me with the record last time I was here."

You swear he blushes, but you don't want to look to find out.

"It was no problem," He smiles, "Maybe I could give you a call if any of their other records come in?"

Sirius smirks from the sidelines.

"Um..." It takes a moment to process, "Sure." You nod assertively, "Yeah. I would love that!"

Remus's world has turned upside down—you keep him on his toes. He stays up because, maybe, you'll call tonight. You eat lunch with him sometimes, and gone are the days when he eats the same thing every day. Gone are the days when he closes up shop at 7:00. Gone is routine.

"Do you want to have dinner tonight?" You ask, wrapping the cord around your finger.

"I'm actually going out," Remus responds. You frown, and your imagination runs wild. What if he's going on a date?

"Hello?" He asks, and you realize you've blocked him out.

"Huh? Sorry?"

"I asked if you wanted to come with me. You can meet my mates. If you want." He spits out. Saying it once is nerve-wracking enough; saying it twice is terrifying because what if you say no? What if you don't want to meet his friends? What if–

"I'd love to!" You cut his frantic thoughts off, and his heart swells.

"Really?" He asks.

"Of course!"

So, now, you're standing in front of a random pub, wondering if he's pranking you. It's been about five minutes, and you know that's not a long time to wait, but your anxiety is getting the better of you. 

Then, five turns to fifteen, and you're wondering how pathetic you look.

"Y/n?"

Your head whips to the door, "Sirius? When'd you get here?"

Sirius checks their wrist like they're checking a watch, "'Bout half an hour ago. Did the dimwit not tell you to meet us inside?"

You shake your head, "He said to meet him at the bar. So, I guess he didn't quite specify." You shrug.

"Well, come on in," He holds the door open for you.

You thank Sirius and look around for Remus. He's not hard to spot, and Sirius jogs over to their booth before whispering something into Remus's ear. He looks up and smiles brightly.

"You're here!" He exclaims.

"You're here." You say, tone almost scolding him. 

Sirius whispers something else to him.

His face drops, "Oh... sorry for not telling you to meet us inside." His mouth quirks to one side in a guilty expression.

You smile, "It's okay. I forgive you." You sit next to him.

"Oh, thank god," He rests his hand on his chest, "A pretty girl being mad at me would've been my death."

Heat blossoms in your chest.

"So..." James begins, "Now that flirt time is over, can I say hello?"

"Ha!" Sirius barks out, "Flirt time!"

Remus gets warm, "This is James, another one of my school friends. James, this is y/n."

All James says is: "You're his lock screen, y'know?"

Remus kicks him under the table.

"I mean–" James smiles, "Hello, it's nice to meet you. I have never seen your face before."

"Smooth," Sirius whispers to James.

You smile at Remus's red face.

"Ignore him, please?" He begs.

You nod.

Sirius and James tell you embarrassing stories about Remus for the rest of the night, and the boy starts to regret introducing you to them as a pair.

 At the end of the night, he drops you off. 

Rubbing his face, he sighs, "I hope they weren't too much."

You smile brightly, and Remus feels like he could fall to his knees, "I had an amazing time. They're really fun, Remus."

You leave him with a kiss on the cheek—he puts his hand up to the spot and smiles the whole way home.

"I've missed you," You say into the phone.

"I've missed you, too. You should just let me come over." Remus begs for the umpteenth time.

"I don't want to get you sick," You frown, "That would be horrible."

"It wouldn't be the end of the world. We could quarantine together," He smirks, "I could make you soup, and we could cuddle together on the couch and watch some ridiculous rom-com."

"Take a girl out on a date first!" You joke.

"I would if you weren't so busy being poorly." Remus groans.

"So you're asking me out on a date?" You smile and do a little happy dance.

"I guess I am."

He's smug, and you can tell.

A week later, you sit in a fancy restaurant—the kind where the prices aren't even on the menu. Remus is fidgety. He's wearing his nicest button-down, and you think it looks funny on him. He gets red at your comment and looks down at the table with pursed lips.

"I just meant that I'm so used to you wearing those comfy sweaters. You look good, though." You earnestly smile at him.

"You look nice tonight, yourself."

"Well, I'm going on a date with this charming boy. I wanted to impress him."

"I hear he's very impressed."

You insist on paying, but he won't let you. As soon as you pull out your wallet, he snatches it from you.

He kisses you before leaving you at your car, and you don't want it to stop. It's soft and tender, and it's everything you hoped it would be. 

One date turns to two, which turns to five, and now you're anxiously pacing in your flat. You're dating Remus; you have been for a few months, and you're not sure when it's an appropriate time to ask the question, but you'll ask tonight. Except Remus doesn't come. He doesn't call, either. 

After an hour of worrying, you call Sirius.

"Hello?" He answers—it's obvious he's high.

"Hi. Do you know where Remus is?"

Sirius laughs, "Right here."

"Can I talk to him?"

You hear rustling as Sirius passes the phone.

"Hello?"

"Remus," You whine.

"Hey there. What's going on?" He's calm—too calm. He's also high.

"You were supposed to come over tonight." You frown—it's a fruitless effort. He can't see you.

"Shit. 'M sorry, baby," He frowns, too. You can hear it.

"'S okay. I was just really looking forward to seeing you." You dramatically slide down your wall into a crouching position.

"I'd come over, but, y'know," He wanders off.

"You're so high you can barely walk?" You offer.

He takes it, "Yes."

"It's alright," You sigh, and Remus feels terrible, "Promise you'll come over tomorrow?"

"Promise," He answers.

But then tomorrow comes, and Remus has yet to show up. So you dial his number, but he doesn't pick up. An hour passes until your phone rings, and you're anxious and giddy and hopeful as you pick it up.

"Sorry." Remus's voice is gruff, and you can hear the guilt in his tone.

"It's okay. You can still come over. It's not too late."

"No," He sighs, "I'm sorry, but I can't... I have to break up with you."

Your face drops with your stomach, "What?"

"I can't be with you. I'm— I'm sorry."

"No!" Tears blur your vision, "You can't just tell me we're over. Explain yourself!"

"I just can't do it anymore. It's too hard."

You choke out a sob, "What's too hard? Loving me?"

"No," He sighs, and he sounds tired, oh so tired, "I'm incapable of giving you what you need."

"And who gets to say what I need?"

"Y/n, for your sake, I'm ending this. I can't provide for you in the way you'll need me to."

"Remus," You sigh, "I don't understand. What do you mean you 'can't provide' for me?"

"I can't emotionally be there for you. I'm sorry." 

And as you hear the dial tone, you let your sobs out.

You feel empty. Your only friends are Remus's; now you feel like you can't talk to them. 

"You're daft," Sirius scolds, "Y/n was lovely, and you break up with her over the phone?!"

Remus hangs his head in shame, "Yeah, I did."

Then Remus looked up and was met with one of his worst fears. He'd been on Lily Evans's bad side more than once, but never like this. He'd only seen this stare a handful of times, but not once was it directed at him, until now.

She marches over to the booth, never breaking her stare, leans close to Remus, and slaps him, "You twat!" 

He doesn't know what to say, so he holds his cheek and waits for her to continue.

"You hurt an exceptionally lovely girl for what?! Because you're insecure? Because it was too scary to feel loved so deeply? That girl gave you her all, Remus! And this is how you treat her?" Lily's face is red at the end of her rant, and Sirius tries to hold in their snickers.

Lily narrows her eyes at Remus, "I can read you like a book, Remus Lupin. I know what's going on in that magnificently stupid head of yours! Go apologize to her!"

"I can't," He murmurs, "I've already ruined it."

She rolls her eyes, "You won't know unless you try, and not knowing will eat at you, and you will die confused, sad, and alone."

"She has a point," Sirius agrees, "I mean... we all know you'll just mope around until we push you to talk to her, but by then, it'll be too late. She will have found somebody, and they'll get married, and you'll just be that bloke from when she moved here. Go talk to her."

"What do I say?"

It's almost midnight when a knocking at your door wakes you. Groaning, you get out of bed and make your way to the door.

You undo the bottom lock, keeping the chain in place.

"Yes?" You peek through the crack, surprised to see Remus holding flowers on the other side.

"I'm sorry."

He thinks he's surely blown it when you close the door, but he hears the chain clanking as you fully unlock it.

"What are you doing here?"

Remus wants to cry at the sight of you. Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, with red tracing your waterline.

"I—" He has a whole script planned out but seems to have forgotten every word, "I have flowers," He settles on.

"For me?"

He nods.

"What are you doing here?" You ask again, taking the flowers.

"I'm here to apologize. I was a dick the other day."

You tilt your head, "You mean the other day when you broke up with me?"

Remus almost doesn't catch the sarcasm, "I'm sorry. I get so caught up in my head—"

You turn from him, "Come in," You mutter as you walk into your kitchen.

He closes the door behind him and toes his shoes off, "I get scared when I let somebody get too close."

"Tea?"

"Yes, please."

He watches as you move around your kitchen, grabbing cups and boiling the water. He's missed you.

"Why let me get close at all, then?"

"Because I like you."

You turn and look at him, "Do you, now?"

Remus sighs, "Look, I fucked up, I know that. Do you think we can try again?"

You walk over to him, "You said you can't give me what I need. What does that mean, Remus?"

"I'm unfit to be with somebody."

"I don't think so. You were wonderful the past three months. So wonderful that I think, if you work on yourself, we can give this another go."

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, leaning in.

"I look terrible," You laugh.

"No," He rests his forehead against yours, "You're always beautiful."

"Kiss me." 

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lets start asking the real questions. does remus get hornier before the full moon or no

[bruh--wtf]

Lovely Timing

Remus Lupin x Reader

Masterlist

Summary: everyone has been teasing the reader since first year about their crush on Remus Lupin. To the point that they had given up any hope of him liking them back. Only to discover they were in the same boat all along.

Remus Lupin Masterlist

The train ride back to Hogwarts was either the best or worst part of the Hogwarts experience. Sometimes it was both. It’s a long train ride.

You hadn’t seen your friends all summer due to a family vacation. So you were catching up with Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, and Mary MacDonald for the first time in three months. Everyone had a lot to say.

“You grew your hair out!” Mary exclaimed as soon as you walked into the cart. You smiled at her and pushed said hair back behind your shoulders.

“I’m just trying it out,” you say.

“Are those new clothes? You look amazing,” Marlene said. You smiled at her and glanced down at the clothes you were wearing.

“Oh, yeah. My parents let me redo my wardrobe. Like a seventh year gift or something,” you said. The girls nodded and you all got comfortable in the seats to start talking. About an hour into the ride, Remus opened the door and walked in, shutting it and locking it behind him.

“Hi, Remus, come on in,” Marlene said sarcastically. Remus turned to look at all of you and rolled his eyes.

“Sirius put on his music and is giving a concert. I just want to nap,” he said, looking at Marlene.

“Well, there’s not much room for a giant to lay down on one of our seats,” she said, crossing her arms. Mary got up from next to you.

“Here, I can sit with them,” she said and you didn’t miss the wink she sent you. You had a very well known crush on Remus Lupin. All your friends knew about it. And all your friends were all his friends. So naturally you assumed he knew about it as well. Remus looked at Mary and shook his head.

“No need, I am just going to lay down on the ground.” Mary raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“And you think Marls won’t kick you? What gave you that confidence?” She said. Remus glanced at a smirking Marlene. All three girls seemed to excited to get Remus to sit next to you, and you knew he knew that. However he just nodded and took Mary’s seat while Mary sat in between Marlene and Lily. You glared at all three of them and then you notice how all three of them seemed to be holding in a laugh. You knit your brows together.

“What?” Then you glance at Remus and see that his eyes are already on you. It made you tense up a little. Remus rarely looked at you unless you were talking in the group or class or something. His eyes weren’t on yours. They were wandering like he had never seen you before. You shift a little, glancing at your friends for help but Mary just buried her face in Lily’s shoulder.

Remus quickly looked away from you and cleared his throat. “Oh, um, sorry.” You look away too, not sure how to speak anymore you just nod. It took a grand total of five minutes for all three other marauders boys to be knocking at your door. Remus groaned and stood up, opening the door.

“Why’d you leave, Moony? I was in the middle of Killer Queen,” Sirius said. Remus rolled his eyes.

“Exactly.” Sirius put a hand to his heart and gasps.

“Moony, are you… are you trying to tell me you don’t like Queen.”

“I don’t mind Queen. I don’t like your version of it.” Sirius claps his hands over his mouth and wipes away fake tears.

“Come on, we’ve convinced him to turn off the music,” James said. Sirius waved his hands and shook his head.

“No. No way. I can’t be near him right now,” he said and stole the seat next to you by plopping down. Then he looked over at you and grinned.

“Oh, hey, Y/N. You’re lookin’ great! How far back in line am I with you as beautiful as that?” You raise an eyebrow at him and scoff. Sirius had been practicing flirting with you since first year. He’d asked you in your first week of being friends if you could help him get girls by telling him how good his ‘lines’ were.

“End of the line, with that one, Sirius,” you said. He pouts and looks over at his friend. Remus was glaring at him and he clearly saw that. Then he looked back at you and grinned again.

“Who would be first, then?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Why ask stupid questions, just to be a jerk?” You ask. Sirius put his hands up in surrender and his mouth fell open into and O shape.

“I don’t want you to hate me!” You just rolled your eyes.

“Leave us alone Sirius. We’ll see you later,” you said. He pouts again.

“I have to go with the Queen hater?” He asked, giving you puppy dog eyes. You nodded slowly and Remus took a step towards him, grabbing the back of his collar and pulling him up.

“You heard her. Lets go,” he said. He pushed Sirius out of the door and followed the rest of his friends out as well. Ten seconds pass after the door shuts before all three girls erupt in giggles in front of you.

“What?”

“Took her long enough!” Marlene exclaimed.

“That was ridiculous!” Lily exclaimed.

“I can’t believe it’s finally happened!” Mary said through her giggles.

“What are you talking about?” You said. Mary hops up and sits next to you again.

“Remus! He’s head over heels for you, and you just saw it first hand,” she said, placing a hand down on the cushion next to you. You blink at her and finally laugh.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“You are so oblivious! He has always had his eye on you!” Lily exclaimed and you rolled your eyes. Your friends had been teasing you about Remus for years, trying to convince you he liked you back. You couldn’t agree. Remus wouldn’t even acknowledge you if it wasn’t for your friends. “And the way he looks at you!” Lily was grinning from ear to ear.

“It’s the way James looks at this one.” Marlene said, gesturing to Lily, who blushed.

“The way Dorcas looks at Marlene,” Mary said. Lily cleared her throat.

“Frank looks at Alice,” she said. You blink at all of them, seeing that they were being completely serious.

“You have officially lost it. All of you.” Lily and Marlene rolled their eyes.

“Just wait, Y/N, he’s obsessed with you, you’ll see,” Mary said.

“You think that based on one look?” You ask incredulously. They look between each other before nodding. You just rolled your eyes and sat back.

When you got to Hogwarts, everyone went to the Dining hall. The marauders boys always sat with you and your friends. James sat next to Lily and you sat across from her. Remus sat in between you and Sirius, and Mary was next to you. You noticed all your friends smirking at you and you just glared at them as you sat through Dumbledore’s speech.

As you were walking back to the common room, Mary and Marlene were in a deep discussion about Marlene’s next date with Dorcas. Sirius and Peter were discussing a movie they’d seen and James and Lily were walking a little ahead of all of you. Leaving you awkwardly walking with Remus.

“I’m sorry about Sirius earlier,” he said. You look at him and shrug.

“It’s no big deal. Sirius does it all the time,” you said. He nods a little and stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah.” You raise an eyebrow at him. You probably watch Remus more than anyone else in the world. You know his looks. You know when he’s concentrated, angry, excited, happy, tired, frustrated, upset, and when he’s anxious. He looked frustrated.

“Are you alright?” You asked. Remus looked at you. Remus, the tallest boy you’d ever met looked down at you but it never felt like he was looking down on you in a bad way. He shook his head a little.

“Just a little tired,” he said. You rolled your eyes and shake your head. “What?”

“You’re not that tired,” you said. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“And what makes you think that?” You scoff and glance at him for a split second.

“When you’re tired your eyes get all heavy like you’re trying to keep them open and you slouch. When you’re angry or something, your brows scrunch up a little and you tense up.” You gesture to him slightly with your hand without really looking at him. “And you posture gets abnormally perfect.” He doesn’t say anything for a moment.

“I do that?” He asked. You nod a little, crossing your arms over your chest as you pass the open windows. Remus took off his jacket and put it around your shoulders before you even had time to process what was happening. You look at him and shake your head a little, moving to pull it off.

“I don’t really need-” Remus cuts you off and puts an arm over your shoulders to keep the jacket there. When you put your arms down, he lets go.

“Come on, I saw you shiver like two minutes ago,” he said. You blinked up at him, not even remembering the moment yourself. “Besides, it looks better on you anyways.” You felt a blush climbing up your neck and onto your cheeks. “Ya know, Sirius is annoying as hell, but he was right about one thing.”

“You are a Queen hater?” You asked sarcastically. A small smile climbed onto him beautiful face.

“No,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You really are gorgeous.” You couldn’t breathe. You always said Remus Lupin would make you pass out one of these days, but now you thought today might truly be that day. Remus Lupin just called you gorgeous and suddenly nothing else mattered in the entire universe.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” His brows drew together, causing wrinkles on his forehead. He stepped a little closer to you, his confusion evident.

“Why do you say it like that?” He asked. “Of course I do. I always did.” You drop your head a little, your entire body tingling with anxiety and heat.

“Well, I’ve been trying to get your attention forever, and it sort of just always felt like you didn’t care,” you admitted, knowing how all of your friends teased you about the crush for the past few years. You’d always known Remus knew you liked him, you just knew he didn’t like you back so you just went on with your lives like it wasn’t happening. Remus just blinked at you.

“You really fancy me?” He asked. That just felt cruel so you lifted your head up and glared at him.

“There’s no need to be mean, Remus,” you said. He shook his head quickly and took another small step towards you.

“No! I wasn’t trying to… oh,” he stopped himself and squeezed his eyes shut. He glanced over at your friends who had continued walking without the two of you, not even noticing how you two had disappeared. You crossed your arms tight against your chest and looked down. “I always thought you were beautiful,” he said. You didn’t look up at him despite the swarming in your stomach. “I just figured everyone was teasing because of the crush I had on you in second year.” You snapped your head up at that, your eyes widening.

“You liked me?” He nodded and glanced down at his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah, a lot. I just tried to shove it down and move on when the teasing started. I thought it would stop eventually,” he rolled his eyes and you felt yourself deflate. He liked you five years ago and had spent all that time getting over it while you were just becoming more and more addicted to everything about him. You both were silent for a moment.

Finally you take a deep breath. “They were teasing because of me,” you said, unable to look at him again. “It’s truly become a bit of a problem how bad this has gotten.” He didn’t say anything for a moment and you don’t look at him.

“How bad what has gotten?” You squeeze your eyes shut, willing one of your friends to come over and save you from this dreadful conversation.

Finally you look up at him and find his eyes ready to meet yours. Your breath hitched. The sincere curiosity and confusion in his eyes made it a million times worse. “I’ve liked you since basically the end of first year, Remus.” He blinks at you, leaning back slightly like the sentence had actually been a gust of wind he didn’t expect. “It’s horrible, because functioning in your general vicinity is nearly impossible. All I can think about is not making a fool of myself around you,” you added. Now you had finally admitted it and there was no going back now. Remus knew how you felt about him. It made you nervous but also felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders.

The boy you’d been dreaming about for years finally knew how you felt.

“I get that you don’t like me anymore, Remus. And… and that’s fine,” you said and took a deep breath. “I just didn’t think you need to keep thinking you’re the source of the teasing when it is entirely my fault.”

“You’ve liked me since first year?” He asked. You sighed and looked him in the eye again.

“That’s all you’re focused on? Look, nothing has to change. You don’t like me and I understand that. I always have. I don’t want things to be awkward now just because I vocalized what everyone already knew.”

You go to take a step in the direction of your friends when Remus grabbed your wrist, stopping you. You frowned a little and looked at him again. “I didn’t know you liked me,” he said. You blinked at him, shaking your head.

“Our friends have been saying it for years, Remus, I know you knew,” you said. He shook his head.

“No, I didn’t. I knew my friends teased me about a beautiful girl liking me. I just thought is was ridiculous. I had no idea why you would like me,” he said. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms again, pulling out of his grip.

“Come on, Remus.” He gave you an extremely confused look and you huff out a breath, letting your arms fall. “Remus, you have always been the most perfect boy around. You’re handsome, you’re smart, you’re funny, you’re one of the most loyal people I know, but apparently you’re an idiot also.” He just stared at you for a moment. Then a small smile popped onto his face. Remus always had the capability to make you swoon you just tried not to show it.

“I don’t think I’m the only idiot here,” he said. Your eyes widened and you stared at him for a moment.

“Excuse me?” He rolled his eyes and took a step closer to you again.

“I tried to make my feelings go away. I never said I succeeded.” You blinked up at him, your throat going dry. You try to clear your throat but it doesn’t really help.

“What are you trying to say, then?” You say, lifting your head up and raising an eyebrow. Remus just smiles at you, causing any remaining confidence to fade because that smile will surely make you pass out.

“So stubborn…” he said. “I like you, y/n.” You can’t breathe. You don’t say anything and he raises an eyebrow. Finally he nods and continues again. “I could tell you everything I like about you but I think we’d be here a while.” You finally blink out of your trance, blushing as red as a tomato.

“You’ll have to write it down, then,” you say sarcastically. He just smiles at you.

“I’ll get on that.” You smile a little and his eyes brush over your face for a moment. “So, will you go on a date with me?” Your eyes widen at the question. He waits for a moment for your response.

You freeze for half a second before processing that he really asked that and it wasn’t just your imagination. “Yes,” you finally say softly before clearing your throat and trying again. “Yes, I would love that, actually.” He grinned at you and stepped up to you again.

“Perfect. First Hogsmeade trip is on Sunday. Would you like to go out with me then?” You nod, not fully trusting your capability to speak. His smile is unwavering. This isn’t a joke. You really are going on a date with Remus Lupin.

You and the girls were going to be up all night talking about this.

[a-great-tragedy]

She’s a ten but she reads fanfiction about dead gay wizards from the 70s and sobs daily about them

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is passion!

(197 words.)

Everyone expected Sirius Black to become an auror.

It seemed obvious from the moment he arrived at Hogwarts. He was scarily talented in the subjects needed for it, barely studying for his straight Os. Not only that, but his sense of justice was unparalleled. Growing up in the way Sirius had was more than enough to instil someone with the passion for it.

Remus saw it, though.

He noticed the curiosity that flickered across Sirius' face when he was in the hospital wing; his eyes fixing on a book in Madame Pomfrey's hand, or on a potion sitting on the bedside table. He saw the parchment Sirius kept, with spells to help Remus after particularly rough full moons. As much as Sirius tried to pretend he wasn't fascinated by it, Remus wasn't at all surprised the day Sirius pulled Madame Pomfrey aside and quietly asked about the steps to becoming a healer.

He was, however, completely and utterly stunned when Sirius mentioned his name.

"I'd quite like to be able to help Remus, once we leave school. Maybe even find a way to get lycanthropy treated properly in St. Mungos."

Oh.

Wow.

Fuck, Remus loved that boy.

[souptastical]

100]% remus is a top

Am so drunk rn can barelu see my phone secreen but remus is 1000000% a top

fight me

[eden-3000]

Dancing Queen- James

Killer Queen - Sirius

[marauders-brain-rot]

Was just on TikTok shop and saw this and I’m literally so in shock. I know this isn’t a new phenomenon but for them to have a whole TikTok shop for this and to be selling them at such a high price and for people to have actually bought them?? This is why people take their fics down, this shit is literally illegal and on top of that it’s just wrong. Here is your reminder that fanfics are FREE and if you want a bound copy so badly, learn how to bind yourself