and i love remus who said it

Tell me about the one who loved him - A Sirius Black Imagine

Originally posted by sensualkisses

‘Professor Lupin? Er - I mean, Remus?’ asked Harry.

Remus looked at the young boy. His heart would always burst when he saw the young man. Each day he’d grow was a day he looked more like his father.

‘Yes Harry?’ replied Remus.

Harry sat at the table with his former professor. The Weasleys house was uncommonly quiet, he was not used for them not being there.

‘I was wondering… Sirius earlier, he said something about er… somebody he wanted to see for a very long time. Do you reckon who would that be?’

Remus’ face became serious.

‘I’ll take that as a yes, then’ said Harry, noticing Remus’s sudden expression.

Remus tried to smile to the young boy.

‘Who’s that person, then?’

‘He shouldn’t go… he’s going to make himself found’ Remus sighed.

‘Is that person could turn him in? We have to stop him!’ shouted Harry, getting up in a hurry.

‘Sit down, Harry… she won’t put him in danger, of that I’m sure. He’d just better leave the past where it is. I’ll try to find him later, put a stop to that.’

Harry sat down again, with more questions in his mind.

‘She?’ said Harry.

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this isn’t how it ends (remus x reader)

Pairing: Remus x Reader headcanons 

Requested by the beautiful @pottergoldstein - I hope you like this sweet pea

so this is really long oops

  • You couldn’t pin point the exact moment when you realised you loved Remus Lupin 
  • But you knew that out of all the uncertainty that surrounded you
  • Your feelings for Remus were a solid truth
  • It all started in your third year
  • You were visiting a friend who had slid off their broomstick and plummeted through the air
  • They were still unconscious, lost in a dreamless sleep
  • But he was not
  • He was lying there, aching with pain, angry red gashes slicing his arms and chest, purple bruises blossoming beneath pale skin
  • You knew who he was, everyone knew the Marauders
  • And without his friends, Remus looked very lonely 
  • And something punctured your chest and forced you to walk over to his bedside
  • After introducing yourself, you and he began to talk
  • And you don’t know what made you do it, but you found yourself dipping your hand into your bag and pulling out your favorite book
  • “So you’re not alone,” you simply said, and with that, you gave him a smile and left
  • Your conversation with Remus followed you for the rest of the day like a shadow 
  • And at night, those eyes that sparkled with mischief and intellect haunted you until you thought you saw them peering into your dreams
  • The next day, you returned to the hospital wing with the hopes of seeing Remus
  • After his recovery, the two of you met up in the library and tucked yourselves away in the corner of the room, concealed by shelves of books and engulfed in deep and lengthy conversations
  • Your fellow Slytherins were unimpressed with your choice of friends
  • Because they knew that something wasn’t right with Remus 
  • But that didn’t bother you
  • Besides, you didn’t know who to trust anymore
  • But you knew you could trust Remus
  • Because he made you feel warm inside, like butterbear on a winters day
  • You began to adore his little quirks
  • How he spoke with his hands whenever he became passionate about topics he loved
  • And the way he perfumed the air around the two of you with the sweet, subtle scent of chocolate and cinnamon
  • It was around the end of third year that you began to get suspicious and you started asking him questions
  • You found ways to slide questions into the conversations discreetly, you disguised your words just so
  • Because you were very clever with words, a gift that was unique to you
  • But Remus, who had built up a barrier over the years, didn’t let you in
  • It was toward the end of your fourth year when you finally gave up and confronted him
  • You couldn’t miss the way he suddenly went rigid at your question
  • And the way his words seemed to freeze in his lungs
  • With a shaky breath, he rose from his spot on the floor and scanned the shelves for a book 
  • “What are you doing?” you asked him curtly, confusion and agitation rising in your chest
  • He didn’t answer
  • Instead, he pulled a dusty, old book from the shelf and placed it in your open hands
  • The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger was suddenly in your lap
  • “Page 394” he whispered, blinking back what looked like tears 
  • You turned to the page, still confused and irritated 
  • And then you read the title
  • Werewolves 
  • Suddenly, all confusion and irritation that had dwelled in your chest evaporated and guilt began to pour through the cracks in your ribcage
  • It all made sense 
  • “You’re a -”
  • When you looked up, he was gone
  • Remus avoided you for a week
  • And you didn’t hear from him for most of the summer
  • Until the last week of the holidays
  • When you received an owl carrying a square package
  • It was the book you had given Remus when you first met, your favourite book
  • This isn’t how it ends you said to yourself
  • So after the holidays ended
  • You marched straight up to Remus and pulled him away from his friends
  • You dragged him through the tall hallways until you reached the library
  • You shoved him into the corner
  • And you kissed him 
  • You kissed him so hard, you thought the air from you lungs had been sucked into a vacuum
  • And when he began to kiss you back, you knew
  • You were head over heels in love with Remus Lupin 
  • When you broke away, his expression looked dazed and hungry 
  • The taste of chocolate on your lips and your thundering heart in his hands
  • I don’t care that you’re a werewolf,” you breathed, “just don’t ever ignore me again,” 
  • “I’m sorry” he whispered, staring down at his feet
  • “I know,” you replied, at that, you kissed him again
  • That day, you gave your heart to a werewolf who you loved for all his cuts and scars
  • And that day, he finally felt like more than just a monster
  • He felt love  
  • And he knew he was finally home


  • “Cough it up,” said Sirius from behind the bookshelf, beckoning James with an open palm “The deal was; five sickles if Remus and (Y/N) like each other,” 
  • “Well, we don’t know if they like each other,” said James, defensively, “They’re just…”
  • He peered around the corner and sighed. 
  • James gave Peter a desperate look for last-minute support, but all Wormtail could do was shrug. 
  • With another overdramatic sigh (which earned himself a face-splitting smirk from Sirius), James dipped his hands into his pockets and slapped the sickles into Sirius’s hands. 

anonymous asked:

You amaze me. A kid called me out for reading fan fiction in class and I showed them ur work and now I have a new freind. 1, 3, 85, or 100 wolfstar for the Drabble challenge please?thank you for existing. Sincerely, me and the kid. (Ps. Our anatomy teacher kinda hates you for making us cry in class really sorry she just doesn't understand yet)

First of all, this is probably one of the best complements and asks I’ve ever gotten so thank you for this. I know it was a while ago but still, this means everything. Yay to new friends and fanfic :) <3 Thank you so much!

Remus has alternated between worrying in the common room, practically driving James mad with his pacing, and hovering in the doorway of the dormitory, from which Sirius had yet to emerge from all day. He hadn’t even touched the food plates Remus had brought up for him.

“Moony, c’mon, please.” James removed his glasses, rubbing at his homework-tired eyes, “Either talk to him or don’t but just stop with the fucking-“

“I know, I know.” Remus sighed, falling down onto the couch next to Lily who took his hand sympathetically.

“Has he, y’know, said anything?” Lily asked gently.

“No. Fuck, no, he hasn’t.” Remus ran a hand over his face, “Whatever was in that fucking letter though… God, he won’t even talk to me he’s just sitting on that window ledge fucking staring into space. God, I don’t know if someone died or-“

“I can’t think of someone in that house who could die and he’d react this way about- fuck, ow! Lils, what-“

Lily tossed her book back down, James rubbing his shoulder, “They’re still his family, James! Psycho or not…” She added quietly, quill starting to scratch at her essay again.

James shrugged helplessly at him, and Remus sighed for what felt like the thousandth time.

“I’m going to try again.”

He took the stairs two at a time, only to breathlessly halt in the doorway again. As suspected, Sirius had yet to move. His knees were brought to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around himself. The evening light haloed his profile as he stared out the window over looking the lake and mountains.

Remus bit his lip, finally stepping in and shutting the door softly behind him, never taking his eyes from Sirius. His steps were careful and slow as he approached him.

“Pads?” He cleared his throat, voice coming out too soft.

Sirius didn’t move, didn’t even look up. Remus’ throat tightened. He sighed and gave up on the ‘giving him space’ tactic completely, sitting down on the edge of the window seat, one hand coming up to rest over one of Sirius’ atop his knee. Still, he received no response.

Remus’ brows knit, “Love, please. Please look at me… I want- I need to help you. Merlin, I can’t fucking stand seeing just sitting there all day. I can’t stand seeing you like…” Remus shook his head, holding Sirius’ hand tighter, waiting.

Sirius let out a breath that puffed out his cheeks a bit, and tilted his head back to lean against the stone wall. His eyes moved slowly from the window to Remus’. They were red rimmed and puffy. Remus’ heart broke a little. He doesn’t remember ever seeing Sirius cry before, ever. Not even when he broke his arm in second year.


Sirius shook his head, silencing Remus immediately. He sat up, scooting forward a little and looking again to Remus. Remus tilted his his head, confused.

“Can we-“ Sirius cleared his throat, voice rough, “Can you… Y’know, like when you’re reading…”

And Remus understood immediately, heart practically melting at the soft request, and scrambled up, sliding easily behind Sirius and pulling his back against his chest, resting Sirius’ body easily between his legs. Remus felt Sirius’ body relax into him at the familiar position, and he wound his arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to his temple when Sirius let his head drop back against his shoulder.

“Good?” Remus murmured, pushing Sirius’ hair gently off his forehead.

“Mm..” Sirius hummed softly, pressing into Remus’ lips. Remus looked at his closed eyes and turned down mouth and wanted to kiss every sign of worry away.

Sirius let out another breath, fiddling with Remus’ fingers resting atop his stomach, and finally the truth came out.

“They disowned me.”

Remus’ eyes widened at that, “They- what?”

Sirius pressed against Remus, trying to soak up all the comfort and courage he could, “I’m not a Black anymore. At least not to them. I-“ Sirius cursed, hating the way his throat was tightening up, “Fuck, I hate them. I hate them I don’t know why I’m so- I don’t know what’s wrong with me-“

Remus shushed Sirius softly, noting the tears in his voice, and pulled him closer, fitting his hands to his hips to guide Sirius into flipping over and straddling his waist instead, “Pads-“

“And don’t tell me it’s normal to feel this way because I know that, I just don’t want-“ He cursed as tears fell down his cheeks and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, “I don’t want to feel like this. Remus, I don’t want to care-“

“I know..” Remus guided Sirius’ hands away from his eyes, taking them both into his own for a moment, kissing the knuckles, before cupping Sirius’ cheeks, thumbs swiping the tears away, “I know you don’t. Merlin, Pads, I…”

Remus didn’t know what to say. ‘Sorry’ didn’t work, because he knew Sirius wouldn’t want to hear that. He had a family who wasn’t like him, whom he hated, but that didn’t make losing that family any easier…

“You have us.” Remus mouth said it before his brain could catch up.

“You have us.” He pushed a hand through Sirius’ hair, “You lost one family but- but one is right here waiting for you, okay? Alright? And we really, really love you. Prongs, Pete, Lils… me.” Remus’ cheeks warmed at the way Sirius was looking at him, “Fuck, Pads, I love you so much, okay? As in I don’t know what to do with this much… emotion half the time-“

Remus let out a relieved smile when Sirius snorted at that, wiping at his eyes with one hand and pressing the other to Remus’ neck, thumb brushing over his pulse point. Remus bit his lip, “But it’s true, really.”

Sirius nodded, pressing his face back into Remus’ neck, letting a few more tears escape but, this time, out of relief and out of love for this boy holding him so tightly.

“You’re everything, Re…” Sirius pressed his lips to Remus’ jaw, “You’re fucking everything.”

Remus just held him tighter, maybe blushing a little, and never wanting to go a whole day without hold Sirius like this again.

Le Chat {Sirius Black x Reader}

Just some ol’ fluff for y'all. I don’t have much creative ideas for smut but I might make a smut part 2 if someone wants 😂


Enjoy! @allertonn


“N-N-N-No!” Sirius warned, glaring at the black cat who sat out of his reach above the fireplace where an antique vase was.

He had agreed to watch over (Y/n) who was an animagus like him while the boys looked for an antidote, thinking she was experiencing trouble from transforming back into a human when in fact, she was just tired of putting up with people. She had done this before but the prolonged hours of staying in her animagus form had pushed the four boys into thinking she was stuck and was showing signs she needed help. Obviously, she was enjoying every bit of seeing them panic around the dorm but she was not expecting Sirius to volunteer in watching over her by himself especially when his animagus was a dog. Nonetheless, she kept things “fun” by teasing him and running out of his reach while knocking down vases.

The black cat looked down on him with a smug look on her face, challenging him to take a step closer.

“No, don’t you dare, (Y/n)! I know you can understand me,” Sirius said, her paw touching the vase threateningly. The suspense was killing him and although he was ready to catch the vase if (or when) it falls, he was more worried that she might get hurt once it shatters. He stepped away carefully and sighed, extracting his wand from his back pocket.

“Either we do this the easy way or the hard way,” he said calmly but the cat only hissed at him. “Alright! You’ve pushed me! Accio-”

But before he could finish the spell, (Y/n) swatted the vase at him and dashed somewhere in the common room, hiding under the couch. Sirius caught the vase in time before it had hit the floor, his wand between his teeth.

“Fucking cat…” he mumbled as he settled the vase back on the ground safely and started looking around for any sign of his feline friend.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” he called but there was still no sign of her. His mind was boggled with ideas on where she could’ve hidden underneath when he had a brilliant idea.

“Should’ve thought of this sooner,” he smirked before transforming into a large, black dog. It took a while for him to fully form since he was just beginning to get the hang of it but once he stretched his body into its new figure, he relaxed and began to sniff the air. His senses were completely overwhelmed by what he could smell and less of what he can see. Everything was exactly the same but he could barely see proper colors as he looked around the room.

He focused more on finding (Y/n) instead of comparing too much and so he sniffed every couch, table, and corner until he caught a smell that was all too familiar. He stopped at the red couch where he would often sit by the window and looked underneath.

(Y/n) hissed at him and squeezed to the farthest back where he could not get her. Sirius did not understand why she was being very hard-headed. Nonetheless, he transformed back into himself and stretched his hand under the couch.

“C'mere, you…” he said before finally managing to get a grab at the scruff of her neck, pulling her safely into his arms.

The cat did not surprisingly fight back as he carried her to the couch, keeping his hold on her tight just in case she decided to bounce off again. Sirius sighed exhaustedly before sitting down comfortably on the soft cushion. He stroked her black fur and gave her a bit of space, allowing her to rest on his chest, purring loud.

“They’ll be back, don’t worry,” he said, placing a soft kiss on top of her head. “In the mean time, why don’t you take a nap?”

(Y/n) blinked at him slowly and kneaded his chest with her paws, hoping he knew what she was trying to say. For some reason, ever since she could transform, she somehow knew how to show her affection in ways only a cat would know. Not that she hadn’t attempted before, of course. As a human, she had always liked Sirius but she was scared he might not accept her the way she did with him. Remaining friends was the only option even though she was not satisfied with it. Closing her eyes, she listened to his steady heartbeat and tried not to fall asleep as he talked.

“You’re quite the stubborn cat, you know?” He said, looking up at the red ceiling of the common room, “Not much of a difference, really.”

Say something more!

“I’ve always liked that about you, (Y/n). Always refusing to rest, always wanting to help out people without thinking of yourself…You’ll be the death of me,” he chuckled softly as he went on, “But you know what I like the most about you?”

The black cat blinked.

“Your compassion. I’ve screwed up for than once and yet here you are, waiting for me…I honestly don’t know if you’re permanently a cat now but I don’t mind keeping you.”

Wait, what? Keep me?

Sirius smiled softly at the cat who stared at him with wide, green eyes before he broke away from his trance-like confession.

“Oh Merlin, I’m losing my mind…You can’t possibly stay like this forever. We need to get you back. I need to get you back. I reckon Professor McGonagall has some books about situations like this. Hopefully, she won’t suspect a thing…”

No! Don’t bring me to her! This has gone too far!

Sirius stood up with her in his arms as he waited for his friends and just as he heard the heavy footsteps approaching, (Y/n) suddenly shifted into her human form, legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands rested on his shoulder while he stared at her, completely shocked but still managing to keep his grip on her bare thighs. She was dressed in his oversized black coat and a smirk was on her lips.

“Hi,” she said innocently and that’s when he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her sweetly. It was her turn to feel shocked. She had not expected to him to love her back this much but now that it was definitely happening, she did not hesitate to kiss him back. Sirius smiled through the kiss before they finally pulled away.

“Hello to you too,” he said happily, brushing her hair over her ear in order to see that smile he fell so in love with.

“Sirius! We found it! We found the antido- WHAT,” James exclaimed at the sight of (Y/n) who was still clinging onto Sirius with a nervous chuckle. Remus shook his head at them while Peter bounced happily on his feet.

“I should’ve seen this coming…” Remus muttered.

“Hooray! Great job, Sirius!” Peter cheered.

However, the three of them had now set their eyes on (Y/n)’s legs, confusion written all over their faces which Sirius was quick to catch on but he did not care to explain right now.

“Honestly, boys, do you mind?!” He barked protectively as he set (Y/n) down and covered her with his body.

“There wasn’t even anything to see.”

“Yup! Definitely nothing.”

“Oh, wow, look at the time! It’s annoy Snivellus time! Gotta run!”

“Bye, Sirius!”

The boys left as soon as possible, not wanting to see any more of that and risk getting hexed by the couple. (Y/n) turned to Sirius shortly after they had disappeared through the doorway, her fingers in his hair while his eyes looked at her lovingly.

“So, Hogsmeade on Saturday?” He asked.

“Of course, Sirius,” she replied, kissing him quick and light.

He returned the gesture eagerly and leaned in close to her ear afterwards before he whispered, his voice now heavy with lust.

“Oh, and about that vase? I ought to punish you for that.”

(Y/n) smirked at this and the two raced back to his room, locking the door with numerous spells to avoid anyone from interrupting them again.

Lipstick On Your Collar (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Based on a request.

It was a running joke between your friends that his lips were always a shade darker than before he had spent time with you, and that yours had mysteriously become lighter. It wasn’t as if you tried to rub your lipstick off on his face -it’s not exactly the cheapest- and then spend time with your friends. His lips just always looked so damn tempting, and sometimes you had to fight silently with yourself to keep from pulling his face down towards yours and snogging him until both of you were out of air; most of the time you lost that fight.

Your signature red lips had caught the attention of many at Hogwarts, the vibrant color standing out against your dark uniform. Perhaps it was the Gryffindor in you that wanted to make a statement, be different from the other students and show that you weren’t afraid to do whatever you pleased.

Your relationship with him had gone public after he made his way into the common room -five minutes after you, of course- with red lipstick smeared on his lips and the collar of his shirt. Everyone had been hooting and hollering at the both of you; you laughed it off, allowing him to grab on tightly to your hand and breathe deeply so he wouldn’t double over in embarrassment. He had never liked the attention from other students, and you had seen the anxiousness build in him.

“Where’s the red, Y/L/N?” James called out with a smirk as you entered the boy’s room one morning before classes began. “I’m sure Moony is going to miss his lips being colored by yours!”

Remus watched you carefully, his glasses slipping down his nose as he tried to piece together why you weren’t wearing the lipstick.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He whispered quietly in your ear as he tenderly wrapped his arms around you. You looked up into his concerned eyes and inhaled his familiar, almost honey like scent before shaking your head.

“Nothing, Rem, why?” You asked.

“I know you’re lying, love,” he told you with a small frown. “Let’s head to class and you can tell me the truth, yeah?”

You nodded and allowed him to lead you out of the room. He told you to ignore James, Sirius, and Peter, who were all making jokes about what you and Remus were going to do. James shouted out a particularly crude comment and Remus whipped around to glare at him.

“Rem, let’s go, alright?” You pleaded softly. “He didn’t mean it, you know how he is.”

He grudgingly let you pull him out of the room, his arm hooked around your waist so he could keep you close. Before you could get too far down a corridor, Remus quickly ushered you onto a small supply closet. His lips pressed against yours as soon as the door closed, a squeal escaping your lips as he pushed you back against the door.

“R-Remus, what are you doing?“ You gasped out as his lips began to trail down your neck.

“What’s this?” He questioned as his hands found something tucked into the side of your skirt. He pulled it out, backing away and squinting his eyes at the object in his hands. “Is this your lipstick?”

“If I can’t have it on, then I should be able to have it with me,” you explained.

“Who said you can’t wear it?” He asked lowly. His chest bubbled with protectiveness towards you; if anyone was bothering you about your choices, he would make sure that they were never even in the same room as you again. “Y/N, you love wearing this, I bloody love when you wear it!”

“You’re not embarrassed when I get it all over you?” You meekly questioned. You looked down, not wanting to know if he was angered by the lipstick.

“Baby, I would never be embarrassed,” he reassured you. Remus stepped forward before he nudged the lipstick into your hands. “I love that everyone knows I’m yours. I would it on you myself, but we both know how that would go.”

“I love you,” you murmured, moving to press your lips to his. Both of you smiled into the kiss before you pulled away and uncapped the lipstick. “I trust you to put it on me, Rem.”

“Alright, but you asked for it, love.”

James and Sirius looked up to the doorway of the classroom as they watched Remus clumsily stumble into the room a few minutes after class had started. Lipstick was smeared across his lips, and red prints of a set of lips up his neck.

“You and Y/N have a nice time?” Sirius snickered as Remus plopped down at the table beside them.

“Absolutely brilliant, can you tell?” Remus shot back with a lopsided smile. Sirius chuckled and gave his friend a wink.

“Mr. Lupin,” the professor called out as she took note of him talking with Sirius. “Perhaps you should tell Miss. Y/L/N to not make you late to class? And perhaps mention that she should make sure that her… signs of affection aren’t as obvious next time.”

Remus felt his face flush at the professor’s words, but he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face. If loving you and being loved by you meant having lipstick marks all over his body, Remus knew he would willingly take it all just to have you in his life.

Puppy love

Part two


“Put it in your mouth”

“No, Sirius. That’s disgusting.”

“Just do it”

“I’m not going to have a mandrake leaf in my mouth for a month”

“Do you want to become an animagus, or not?”

You sighed but put the leaf on the inside of your cheek.

“This is going to get annoying after a few hours”

“You have no idea”

**********One month later**********

“Just concentrate really hard” Sirius spoke Seriously. He stood right behind you with his arm around your waist and you could feel his hot breath fanning your neck. It was just supposed to be a friendly gesture , but it made your heart skip a beat. He had no idea of your feelings toward him, so he treated you like just a friend. You were stuck in the friend zone, and it broke your heart. James had hinted towards Sirius liking you, but you knew it was just to make you feel better. And whenever Sirius was this close to you, it was just so damn hard to concentrate. You couldn’t tell if it was the wind in the forbidden forest, or Sirius who made a shiver creep up your spine.


Sirius looked at you and there was a smile on his face instantly. Your eyes were closed and your nose scrunched up from trying to concentrate. Your lips were pressed in a tight line, but to Sirius they still looked just as kissable as always. His crush on you started in his second year, and by now he would almost call it love. It felt weird thinking the he was in love, yet there was no other way to describe his feelings towards you. James often teased him calling it “puppy love”, which he thought was the cleverest joke ever.

Sirius head snapped in your direction when you let out a small yelp. Your eyes were wide open and you looked terrified. A wave of concern washed over him, if something went wrong it would be his fault. He was the one whom had volunteered to teach you after all.

Suddenly, something nudged his foot. He looked down to see a black dog slightly smaller than his animagus form. The grin on his face was blinding as he realized the fact that your animagus forms matched. This couldn’t be a coincidence, it had to mean that you shared some of his feelings, right?

You nudged his leg again in hopes of getting his attention. He looked down at you again, and if you hadn’t been a dog at that moment, you would have blushed from the intensity of his stare. Before you could register what had happened, Sirius had turned into a dog too.

He rubbed his nose against yours in an affectionate way, before running away from you. He let out a bark that sounded much like his laughter. You ended up running around the forest for hours, playing tag and such.


“Where are they?” Remus sighed frustrated. His best friends had been out in the woods for hours, and he was getting worried.

“What if they were eaten by the Giant squid?” James wondered out loud. Peter, whom was walking right behind James, let out a snort of some sort. James was just trying to lighten the mood, but judging by the look on Remus’ face it didn’t help much.

“Or maybe not”

“I see something” Peter exclaimed.

“Oh joy” Remus replied drily as he didn’t see any sign of them.

“No, I really do see something” Peter said whilst running towards what looked like a rock. When James and Remus got there they saw something completely adorable. You and Sirius laid cuddled up in a pile of leaves. In animagus for of course, to this James let out a laugh and joked;

“It really is puppy love”

This is for the anon who requested this imagine. I hope you like it. xxx Request are open ;))

hearts don’t break around here

for the kindest soul I have met recently, I’m glad you exist @captofthesswolfstar It’s a bit messy but it’s fluffy.

It wasn’t a scene someone would be used to, a big shaggy dog messing around with a deer while a rat was munching on the cheese right in front of a tall lanky boy. The sandy haired boy didn’t seem bothered by the rat, he even smiled at him occasionally as he let the sun roam on his scarred skin. He looked broken but every piece was somewhere around him, not completely lost but not completely found. 

As the black dog slowly lied in front of him, he started patting his head absentmindedly and his long fingers made their way on their own scratching that one spot behind the dog’s ear. The black dog slowly morphed into a gorgeous man but he kept laying down, his eyes on the boy with questioning eyes.

“Say, Remus…”


“What will happen in 10 years?”

“I don’t know Pads,” replied Remus lazily, it had been a week since the last full moon and his eyes couldn’t fight the beauty of the warmth that radiated from the sun. “I can’t imagine my life after the next full moon, don’t ask me to see that far into the future.”

“Do you think, maybe, we’d still be together?”

Remus suddenly sat upright, it was an unexpected question and a rude one.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” he asked angrily.

“No, no,” said Sirius as he pushed himself up to stare the werewolf in the eyes. “You got me wrong, I’m just– I just feel like I have the potential to royally fuck up what we have and I– well, I’m scared.”

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I couldn’t sleep last night and I thought about the future until 4 am,” explained Sirius. “I realised I would give anything to have you with me every step of the way and I don’t know why I asked you, I guess–”

“You were being you,” cut off Remus grinning. “Of course we are going to be together in 10 years.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because no one else would deal with your 50 minute hair ritual Pads and because no one would love me the way you do,” he smiled bitterly.

“But of course they would,” began Sirius as he intertwined his fingers with Remus’. “I bet there are loads of other people who will love you better than I do.”

“And who told you that?” he asked trying to lift Sirius’ gaze from the grass to his face. “You are just assuming things, as you do.”

“It’s just that with this ‘war’ going on around us,” said Sirius as he pulled few grass, “I feel like I’m bound to go bad.”

Sirius,” scolded Remus softly. “You are not a bad person, you are a good person who bad things have happened to. Just because your mother is a maniac does not mean that you will go bad.”

Sirius tried to reply but Remus raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

“I mean James would probably die before he lets you go to the other side,” he laughed. “But jokes aside, I trust you Sirius and I hope you value my trust enough not to break it.”

“Of course I do,” replied Sirius sounding a little offended. He lied back down his head on Remus’ lap as the amber eyed boy twirled his fingers in Sirius’ pitch black hair. “As long as you guys are here, I’m here, too. I would never leave you alone.” 

“I don’t know if we can get married but–”

“We don’t have to,” mumbled Sirius. “We’ll get a small place, I’ll become an auror like I always wanted to and you’ll work at Hogwarts as a defense against the dark arts teacher or something.”

“I always thought you would make an amazing healer,” suggested Remus, his eyes fixed on the rat walking on the deer. “You are the reason I don’t scar like I used to.”

“Those are just potions and–”

“My mum uses the same potions Pads, you are talented,” Remus assured him. Sirius’ grey eyes shone warmer under the sunlight, kind and welcoming. “Just think about it, it’s a suggestion.”

“I will,” replied Sirius as his lip curled up. He grabbed the free hand of Remus and kissed each bruised knuckle. Maybe the werewolf was right, he could help a lot of people, maybe find the redemption he had been looking for his family’s sins. “How is it that you see the best in me all the bloody time?”

“You are dating me and you talk about seeing the best in someone, have you seen me at a full moon?”

They both started laughing, it had taken a good time but Remus was now joking about the furry little problem of his. 

“I have,” said Sirius after he caught his breath. “I wouldn’t change anything about you if they gave me the world and you know that.”

“Because you are weird Sirius Black,” said Remus as he shook his head.

“Imperfect is perfect,” he replied with a smirk and the deer morphed back into a tall messy haired boy and caught the rat with his fast reflexes.

“Trying to run away Wormy? I know the lovebirds are boring as fuck,” teased James and Sirius replied by blowing a raspberry. 

“Sod off, Potter,” said Remus, he had a mischievous smile on his face. “How’s it going with Lily, anyways?”

“I hate you,” he answered as he let go of the rat who was struggling to get away. “Oh, hi there Petey.”

“’Hi there Petey’” mocked Peter, making a pretty good imitation of James. “Really you guys seemed so serio– umm, deep in conversation?”

“We were discussing how long it will take for Prongs to ask Evans out,” lied Sirius, just to mess with James. “We have a bet going on.”

“I’m sorry, you wanker,” he snapped. “Didn’t it take you two to come to terms with your fucking feelings– what was it Petey?”

“16 months.”

“Yeah, thanks- sixteen bloody months,” continued James. Remus snorted as Sirius bit his lip trying not to laugh. Peter was just staring from James to Sirius, trying to understand when he will have to hold James back from attacking Sirius. “I rue the day you guys got together.”

“There, there Prongs,” consoled Remus. “I’m sure you and Lily will have small Potters running around in no time.”

The boys all laughed at this snark remark from the werewolf and Sirius kept drawing in his palm with his finger. Ten years looked so far in the future but somehow now it wasn’t as hard to imagine as it was last night at 3.30 am. Sirius wouldn’t have imagined his future as he does now four years ago but he let the warmth take over as he stared at the shining eyes of Remus and his small scar on his left cheek. Imperfect was completely perfect. 

Too Young -- Sirius Black

Originally posted by imaginesforcharacters

Lily and James were sitting together on a couch diagonal the two of you. Lily was holding a sleeping Harry in her arms. “We want to make the two of you godparents.”
You locked eyes with Sirius and nodded. The two of you had just gotten married after dating all through your Hogwarts years. “We’d love to,” you tell the Potters. 

With the war raging around you, you could never be sure of your safety. There was always a chance that this baby could end up an orphan. The two of you made it back to Grimmauld Place. You were living there for the time being. You couldn’t exactly go house hunting in the middle of a war. 

Sirius wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. “I love you.” Hearing those words brought you back to the present. You were in the middle of a war, married at 20, and godparent to a baby. Tears filled your eyes and you wrapped your arms around Sirius’s waist. 
“What’s wrong?” he asked you, gently raising your chin so your eyes are locked. 
“It’s just everything. We’re just kids in the middle of a war and now we’re godparents, and it’s just so much.” 
Sirius leaned down and kissed you. “Just know that whatever happens, we have each other. Even if you want to get rid of me, I’ll be here.” 

Halloween came around, and instead of the happy celebrations Hogwarts offered, you and Sirius were lying low at home, avoiding the ever-strengthening Voldemort. As night approached, you were getting ready for bed. You crawled into an empty bed and tried to fall asleep. You begged Sirius to come to bed, but both of you knew that Death Eaters were coming after him. 

He was the most obvious Secret Keeper, and he knew that they would come after him. He gave it off to Peter, knowing they’d never suspect the sweet boy. You pulled the covers close to you, but couldn’t get to sleep. All of a sudden, a scream filled the house. You jumped out of bed, grabbed your wand and ran downstairs. 
“SIRIUS!” you screamed, tears filling your eyes. 

You ran around the house and straight into Sirius. “What happened?”
“Get dressed. It’s James.” 

You ran upstairs and pulled on Sirius’s jacket over your nightgown. You pulled on shoes and ran to Sirius. The two of you got onto his motorcycle and flew to the Potter house. The lights were all off and you feared the worst. Sirius ran in and you followed. You immediately saw the body of James Potter lying on the floor. Sirius was knelt down beside him. Your hand covered your mouth and you dropped down beside him. 

Sobs forced their way through your body. He was too young. You were all too young. You heard a cry and jumped up. That couldn’t be. You went to the nursery and found Lily laying on the ground. Your heart shattered. Your best friend was lying on the ground, dead. You had to step over her to retrieve Harry. You held him close to your chest as you walked out of the room. 

“Hey, baby, it’ll be okay. We’re here. Uncle Siri and I.” You walked down the stairs and to Sirius. 
“It was Peter,” he said, still holding James’s hand. 
“I know.” You caught your breath. “Lily’s gone, too.” 
“James didn’t have his wand.” 

“We need to go to Dumbledore.” 
The three of you apparated to Hogwarts. They were still celebrating Halloween festivities. Some of your younger friends saw you and pointed you out to others. 
“We need to talk. Now,” Sirius said to Dumbledore. 
He led the three of you to his office. “Peter did it. Peter Pettigrew. He’s Secret Keeper. If you don’t put him in jail, I swear I’ll kill him.” 

Before Dumbledore could answer, Remus burst into his office. “Is it true?” he asked, tears streaming down his face. He, then, saw us with Harry and began crying. “What happened,” he choked out. 
“Peter became secret keeper. I didn’t think they’d suspect him.”  

Professor Slughorn came in with a vial in his hand. “Truth serum. Drink it.” He handed it to Sirius, who willingly drank it. 
“Peter became secret keeper. James agreed it was the safest way.” 

Harry was two now. He was the most famous kid in the wizarding world, but at least he was loved. You were sat on the couch at your new house in Hogsmeade. You bounced Harry on your lap, who laughed at every movement. 
“Remus is here,” Sirius called. 
“Uncle Remmy’s here!” you exclaimed to Harry, who laughed. 

Remus and Sirius walked in. Remus gave you a hug and you handed him Harry. “Has he started talking yet?” he asked. 
“Not yet,” Sirius responded. 
“Say ‘Uncle Remus’.” Harry looked at him in confusion, before crying. 
“Every single time,” Remus said before handing Harry to Sirius. 

Sirius put him in his high chair and you all relocated to the dining room. You brought in the food and Sirius began cutting up little pieces for Harry. 
“Dada,” Harry said. All eyes locked on the little boy. 
“Did he just say-” Sirius asked. 
“Dada!” Harry yelled directly at Sirius. 

Sirius gave Harry the food. “Do you think James hates me?” Sirius asked. 
“The two of you are raising his orphaned son, I think he loves you more than anyone on this planet,” Remus said. 

You look at Harry who has food covering his face. This boy somehow found a way into your life and he was there to stay. 

anonymous asked:

Could you do 'things you said when I was crying' for wolfstar?

This thing is a fluff monster.

Sirius could feel it building in his chest. He could feel it burning in his eyes. The awful, suffocated feeling of unshed tears lodged in the back of his throat, making it harder and harder to breathe with every step towards the dormitories he took. He had been taking the stairs two at a time, only his heart was pounding too painfully for that now. You can’t run and hold your breath at the same time.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to break down. He knew how to show emotion. He knew he couldn’t stop emotion. He rode a motorcycle but that didn’t mean he wasn’t powerless under the threat of tears. He just wanted to be alone when it happened. He had to be alone when it happened—whenever it happened. It wasn’t that he didn’t want people to see…

Only it was.

The second he had read the letter from home at breakfast he had felt it. The painful clenching of his heart trying to stay at a steady pace through the waves of hurt crashing over him. He can’t even remember what excuse he’d made to the boys. He can remember Remus’ worried eyes. But none of that matters now. His head is swimming and he falls through the door to their dormitory, tugging at his tie, trying to get some air. His still unmade bed doesn’t look as inviting as it should. He doesn’t want to lay down. He doesn’t want to think about it. He doesn’t want to be alone, but he does…

Sirius slams a hand against a bedpost, cursing. He doesn’t know what he wants, but it certainly isn’t this. The first tears escape and he rests his forehead against the cool wood, breathing through his nose.

He sucks in a sharp breath at the large palms suddenly pressing under his sweater to his hips, warming his clammy skin. He curses internally this time, but he’s too far gone to contain the sobs and the fact that someone, Remus, his Remus, is there wanting to help him only makes him cry harder.

“Hey…” Remus says softly, trying to turn him around. Sirius resists at first but he finally allows himself to face Remus, bringing his hand cup to cover his eyes. He wants the help but he can’t stand needing it. He doesn’t know how to accept it—why should he if he was never offered it before?

Remus’ hands are too quick and he catches Sirius’ hand in his, bringing the fingers to his lips briefly before pressing both of his warm palms to Sirius’ cheeks, one sliding to thumb along his jaw, and the other pushing the hair out of his eyes, getting stray strands to unstick from his wet cheeks. Sirius is trying to breath, and the touch makes it easier and harder at the same time. It calms him, but it makes an entirely different emotion swell up in his chest. It makes him want to cry too.

“Pads, look at me.”

Sirius blinks heavily up at Remus, only then realizing that his fist was tightly wrapped in Remus’ school sweater, no doubt wrinkling it. Remus’ soft strokes on his cheek brought his eyes right back to his.

Remus looks at him steadily, eyebrows pulled together in an emotion that Sirius has to look twice at to read. It’s concern, but it’s also something like confusion. But the look is so gentle and goddamn caring that Sirius wants to just fall into it and never come out.

Remus pushes his hair back again where it had started to fall back, thumb wiping his cheek, “I never see you like this, you know.”

Sirius let out a shuttering breath, briefly closing his eyes, his voice coming out thick, “I know.”

Remus’ thumb catches a fresh tear, his other hand sliding from Sirius’ hair back to his hip, pulling Sirius against his chest, “Is that the point?”

Sirius couldn’t help it, he let his head drop onto Remus’ shoulder, suddenly feeling too tired to stand, “I..”

Remus’ hand moved from his cheek to the back of his neck, fingers messing with the soft hair there, “You don’t want me to see you like this?”

His questions weren’t accusing, simply an attempt to fully understand, an attempt to help. Sirius gripped Remus tighter as he answered, “I don’t- I don’t want anyone to see me like this.”

“Pads…” Remus’ voice was soft, and he pulled back enough so they were facing each other again, arms looped loosely around each other, “I- I understand others but…” He shook his head, urgency adding to his expression, “But this is me. I- I want to help. God, I’m yours, I’m all yours you just have to let me. You just…” He sighed, thumb brushing over Sirius’ bottom lip, studying his face before continuing, “I’m just trying to say I’m here.”

Sirius felt frozen to the spot, gaze locked on this boy in front of him. On willing, loving, kind Remus who, despite having been through so much, was standing there waiting for any little sign, any little word from Sirius, to help. I’m yours he had said. Sirius almost didn’t know what to do with the phrase.

“I-“ Sirius swallowed, eyes flitting over Remus’ features, “I’ve never had that before, I’ve… I’ve never had- anyone…”

I’ve never had anyone say that he had meant to say, but he supposed the former was true as well.

Remus shushed him softly, “I know. I know you didn’t and I,” A note of anger built in his voice, “hate your family for that I fucking…” He broke off, pressing his lips together before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to Sirius’ lips, “I’m just saying I’m here now. You’re okay.”

And maybe the words weren’t yet true, but with Remus there, with Remus saying them, Sirius felt for the first time that they might be. One day.

‘cause when you walked into the room just then

theatre au collab with @alrightpotter. here’s her part.

a/n: lucie, my love!!! happy birthday!!! i’d want to know you if you reached peak gay or became buffy summers dog or could only eat car tires. i love you badly. id probably give up weetbix for you. have the best day in the world.

Godric’s Post                                                                              8th February 2009

Film: The Wind In the Whomping Willows
Director: Bathilda Bagshot
Plot Summary: 4 friends go for a picnic. Boredom ensues.

I’ve never liked Bathilda Bagshot, and yes this may have been because of an incident at one of my parents’ house parties where she literally hissed at me when I reached for another baked potato, but the point still stands. She continues rely on prolonged dialogue scenes that don’t move the plot along and stretch to the point of absurdity, until the viewer is begging for a change in scene, shot, anything, only to presented with (unbelievably) yet more boredom.  

So put aside whatever resentment you’re harbouring that I just name dropped Bathilda Bagshot and that she used to come to my house, and wallow in how wasted my Friday night was watching this garbage. My personal highlight was the closing credits, because it meant I could at last be free from this endless hell of four people sitting in a wood, talking about sandwiches and grass for two hours straight.

Naturally I imagine some people enjoyed the film, (Bagshot does know her way around a camera, I’ll give her that, the cinematography was flawless.) however dear, cherished, hopefully-subscribed-and-not-reading-this-on-the-free-trial-reader, I must ask: who doesn’t like a little during movie commentary? Before Friday I would have said no one, but after Friday I would have to say no one, with the exception of uptight, haughty gingers.

Rather like Penelope Clearwater’s unfortunate character in The Wind in the Whomping Boredom, I too found myself being falsely accused of a crime I did not commit. In Clearwater’s case (she shines in the film, despite Bagshot’s insistence she be holding a mirror in every scene) it was of stealing the picnic sandwiches. Mine was the slightly more serious charge of ‘injuring’ a fellow reviewer.

I want it stated for the record that no such injury occurred, and that as far as I am aware popcorn is rarely classified as an assault weapon, but I am willing to hear argument on the matter. However I could be wrong because the reviewer in question seemed to genuinely enjoy the Wind In the Whomping Waste of Time, so maybe it wasn’t her eye that should be examined, but her brain.

In summary: this film has done the impossible and been even more tedious than Bagshot’s last effort, A History of the Snake Inside Me, which I didn’t think possible. My nine-year-old criticisms rarely stand up to scrutiny but I think my judgement of Ms Bagshot being The Worst has proven correct. Furthermore, I want it noted for no particular reason at all that if at any point I am contacted by a lawyer about paying medical bills for a non-existent injury, I will do something else ‘ridiculous’ and ‘childlike’ like toilet papering a Certain Reviwers house or broadcasting my witty and hilarious movie commentary over a loudspeaker during each and every film I will ever attend from this point on.

(the editor Remus J. Lupin wishes to clarify for legal reasons that comments above are aimed at no particular individual, all wishes views presented are the writer and the writers views alone, and to please not sue the paper)

Godric’s Post                                                                                  3rd March 2009

Film: 101 Fantastic Beasts
Director: Newt Scamander
Plot Summary: CGI animals have a good time. Audience have a good time.

Scamander has always had a talent for animation, even his questionable films like Beasts Which Are Fantastic If Only We Knew Where To Find Them (nonsensical, long-winded title) and The Porpentina Goldstein Story (thought it was going to be about hedgehogs. It was not.) should be seen purely for their onscreen beauty alone.

Thankfully, 101 Fantastic Beats wasn’t a repeat of the Hedgehog Incident but rather exactly what it says on the tin, 101 Fantastic Beasts romping around the city and having a jolly good time, until one of them dies and the entire world becomes a bleak hell-scape that you are desperate to escape because you can’t stop crying.

Unfortunately my screening experience of this charming film was somewhat hindered by the near constant stream of insults and accusations of ‘eye assault’ from a Certain Reviewer which culminated in said reviewer tipping popcorn that Was Not Hers across The Innocent Victims Lap.

The reviewers in question needn’t have ever spoken again but because a Certain Reviewer had slandered another Wholly Blameless Reviewer in her paper, which the Wholly Blameless Reviewer’s Mother reads, some things had to be sorted out. And those things were trying to get the Certain Reviewer to print a retraction so the Wholly Blameless Reviewers Mother would stop bloody going on about it.  

On top of this Wholly Blameless was mocked mercilessly for showing emotion during what ranks as one of the most heart-breaking scenes of all time, next to such movie moments as the ending of Dead Poets Society and the shooting of Bambi’s mother in Bambi. Obviously a Certain Reviewer needs to borrow a heart so she doesn’t have to poke fun at others for having what she does not: feelings. Wholly Blameless would be happy to lend her some of his, as he’s just good like that and not at all the ‘slice of expired a*shole’ he’d previously been accused of being.

101 Beasts has heart (unlike Certain Reviewer’s) and is appropriate for the whole family excluding twelve year olds, because obviously they’re terrible and you’d never want to take them anywhere anyway, so it’s a win-win.

(The editor wishes to clarify that the writers list of saddest movie moments is flawed because it has left off the Jack death scene from Titanic because the writer thinks ‘Cameron clearly emotionally manipulated the audience’ and ‘there was plenty of room for both of them on that door’ because the writer is an imbecile. The editor cannot believe he is the film critic.)

Godric’s Post                                                                                  11th April 2009

Film: The Cupboard Under The Stairs
Director: Gilderoy Lockhart
Summary: You really don’t want to know.

Gilderoy Lockhart has won two Oscars, and yet every time I watch one of his films I have to forcefully remind myself that it wasn’t shot by a nine-year old with a camcorder who uses their dog as a sound assistant. The dullness of the film will stun and bewilder all who see it, as it defies reason why such a thing should be made.

True Hairy Chins Shouldn’t Be Seen By The Public was wildly funny (despite meaning to be a serious documentary), but aside from that I can’t think of a Lockhart film I’ve ever enjoyed aside from classics like Gadding With Ghouls and Travels With Trolls which hardly look like Lockhart films at all, despite him having directed them.

Cupboard Under The Stairs is so mind-blowing ridiculous, from the wooden dialogue to the extended shots of director and star Lockhart doing mind-numbingly boring tasks while smiling garishly, that when I found myself sitting next to a Certain Reviewer I didn’t even bother to move but rather stayed if only to have something to do. A slight physical fight broke out, and by fight I mean a Certain Reviewer hit me for a comment I made about the twenty second long director credit, so obviously I pinched her, and then before I knew what was happening we had been thrown out.

I don’t want you to think, dear reader who has clicked on this review and therefore pays my rent, that I might have acted unprofessionally by getting thrown out a movie twenty minutes in. I want to clarify: I absolutely acted unprofessionally. There is no ‘might’ about it. But my point still stands: the film was garbage, and that fact that I could tell this from only the first twenty minutes is further evidence of its garbagery.

Now I know at this point you’re all clambering to hear more about the two hours I spent alone with a Certain Reviewer, as for some bizarre reason, you’re all incredibly interested in our relationship built off pure loathing and irritation. Well, prepare yourselves readers, because a Certain Reviewer’s favorite filmmaker is not only Wes Anderson (!! There should be a limit to the amount of pastel on a screen at one point). But she also hasn’t read the best novel of all time, The Great Gatsby, and then told me that that ‘wasn’t that weird’ and asked me to ‘close my mouth’ because ‘its been two minutes’ and its ‘getting weird’.

However she did earn points back by liking Star Wars (if she hadn’t, I may have committed a crime worse than Cupboard Under the Stairs’ acting) and she also noted that Leonardo DiCaprio in Romeo + Juliet was her sexual awakening, and I to felt a deep attraction to DiCaprio and still do despite his insistence on growing a beard every few years. She laughed at this, but I think it was a laugh of agreement, so therefore it wasn’t bad.

Cupboard Under the Stairs was one of the worst atrocities committed to film, but a Certain Reviewer agreed that Han shooting first was an important part of his character, so all is not wrong with the world.

Text from James Potter to Sirius Black: do u think i look like leonardo dicaprio

Sirius Black: no

Sirius Black: is this bc evans said she liked him

James Potter: absolutely not

Text from James Potter to Remus Lupin: do i look like leo dicaprio

Remus Lupin: firstly, dont call him leo

Remus Lupin: and secondly, obvsly not

Remus Lupin: no two people have ever looked more different

James Potter: fuck u

Text from James Potter to Peter Pettigrew: do i look like leo dicaprio

Peter Pettigrew: no u look like u have a thing for evans

Peter Pettigrew: sirius told me to say that

Peter Pettigrew: whos evans

James Potter: do u not even read my fuckin column pete

Peter Pettigrew: it costs four pounds a week to subscribe to ur shitty paper i don’t have that kind of money

Godric’s Post                                                                                     3rd May 2009


The Godric’s own Sirius Black, gossip columnist extraordinaire, was sent to the Red Carpet premiere of A Streetcar Named the Knightbus and reported back to us on all the hot gossip and glamour of the night.

In what may have been my favorite red-carpet to date, not in the least because Rita Skeeter was thrown out for badgering guests only ten minutes in, but because the greatest thing in the world happened. It was so great in fact, that I managed to look past the colossal injustice of me not being invited to walk the carpet myself, which was clearly a mistake (the editor Remus J Lupin would like to clarify it was not) and have a roaring good night.

May I just clarify that by roaring good night I mean I got absolutely plastered (The editor wishes to state that The Godric does not promote drinking) so the night comes back to me in bits, and from what I can remember everyone looked great. I can’t remember what the film was about, or even if they let me in (editor: they did not.) but even if it wasn’t I’m sure the film was good too. (editor: it was average)

But as I mentioned above, the best thing in the world happened, and that was that The Godric’s very own film critic James Potter got to walk the red carpet. He will tell you this is because his insightful and poignant columns are finally getting the attention they deserve. Any sane person would then loudly talk over him and say the real reason is because he’s become rapidly more popular with the introduction of a Miss Lily Evans, also a film critic, into his weekly reviews. Or, as James calls her, A Certain Reviewer. (editor: for legal reasons the editor must assert that A Certain Reviewer could be any individual and to please not sue the paper for defamation.)

Turns out Miss Evans had a popularity boost as well, because she was also on the red carpet, looking ravishing in a backless teal ballgown, and honestly, readers, it was a sight to see Evans in that dress. Potter obviously thought so to, as he spent the entire night staring. And not subtle staring. Obvious, in-awe, I-can’t-believe-a-person-can-look this-good, staring.

Now, once I’d gotten over the fact that not once in our ten-year friendship had James ever given me that look, I was absolutely thrilled. I had a thirty pound bet going that they’d be together by May and I’d just won, if that look was any indication. (the editor: it was twenty pounds.)

Furthermore, Evans and Potter spent the entire night talking, not even noticing how the cameras had utterly latched on to them despite having no idea who they were, purely based on the looks they were giving each other. It was a sight to behold, seeing two utterly oblivious people in formalwear hold a conversation probably about the merits of dressing gowns (they talk about weird stuff like that) while what felt like the entire world took photos.

Now I’m aware I’m meant to be discussing the gossip and glamour from the whole night and not just two D-list celebrities who happen to both be my friends. But consider this: I do not care. These photos are modern art. Both so clearly have a crush on each other it’s embarrassing. Even Moony would have to agree (the editor: I do.). Anyway, in summary of the night: I bet everyone reading this that they’ll be screwing in a month. Mark my words.

[image: a man in a suit and a woman in a dress, against a while backdrop with A Street Car Named the Knightbus film logo printed across it. Her head is turned towards him, laughing, holding a delicate purse. He is looking at her, mouth parted, like she is the first girl he has ever seen. Something to be looked at just to make sure she didn’t disappear, blown by the wind, like in a dream. A dream girl- except not. A real girl, in a real dress, in a real place. He can’t quite believe it. A hundred camera flashes go in the background.]

Text from Sirius Black to James Potter: so whens the wedding

James Potter: i fuckin hate u

Sirius Black renamed the group james’ got the hots for evans

James Potter: this is cyber bullying

James Potter: im calling netsafe

Remus Lupin renamed the group netsafe cant help the fact that ur in love with evans

James Potter renamed the group stop now

Sirius Black renamed the group not a chance mate

Sirius Black created the Facebook Page Lily Evans and James Potter should get it on

This page received 17,798 likes.

Text from Lily Evans to Sirius Black: im going to fucking maim u. take it down.

Sirius Black: sent a link

Lily Evans: if that’s a link to the fucking page i will cut your balls off

Sirius Black: its not

Sirius Black: on an unrelated note do not click on that link it is a virus I just remembered

Remus Lupin created the Facebook Page Lily Evans and James Potter should get it on part two because lily made us delete the last one

This page received: 21,104 likes.

(don’t forget to check out ellie’s part here)

  • Sirius: I haven't seen Remus in weeks and it's been so hard. I love him so much.
  • Sirius: Oh my god. I've said "I love you" to him before, but I've never added "so much." What if I never get to say "so much"???
  • James: What about me? What if something happens to Remus and he never gets to meet my baby? I don't want to hang out with some stupid baby who's never met Remus.
James Imagine 7

Request: Your James pics are too cute! Do you think you could do one where he and the reader have been best friends since little kids and have always had a thing for each other but both were too scared to admit it?

Yes of course!! and thank u sm ure too sweet :)))) 

also i have a cute lil bro so if u don’t have a brother just like, pretend its some child you like adopted as ur brother bc u babysat for him or something.,, idk???

Your had butterflies in your stomach as you walked through the Hogwarts Express looking for an empty compartment. You were supposed to be walking through here with James, like you had done the years before, but this time it was just you. You had slept in and your mother had told Mrs. Potter that she and James could leave without you, as she didn’t want you to hold them up, and that you would see him on the train later. 

“-Padfoot, no!”

“You’re kidding!”

You sighed in relief as you heard your best friend, James, and the other Marauder’s laughing in the cart up ahead.

You peeked into the cart before stepping in and smiling.

“Hey guys,” you waved.

“Y/n/n!!” James sprung up and tackled you in a hug, “Your mom said you were sick or something?”

“Oh, no. I just slept in,” you laughed awkwardly.

You sat on the other side of James, Peter, and Remus next to Sirius.

“Hello darling,” Sirius greeted you in a flirty tone.

You laughed and James shot him a dirty look without your noticing. 

“Hello Sirius.”

“So are you and James still secretly in love with each other?”


James had begin to stand up and shout in a panic voiced but was cut off by your laughter, “Oh yeah, I can’t think straight when I’m around him,” you joked, winking at him.

James blushed and sat back down, laughing nervously before he recovered himself and was back to the confident and egotistic Prongs.

“I mean,” James said, “seven year old you obviously couldn’t control herself around me.”

“Oh god,” you laughed, embarrassed and covered your face, “Don’t bring that up!”

“Bring it up,” Peter said, laughing.

“When we were seven she kissed me on the local playground,” he said laughing.

“Oh, Jessica dared me to!”

“Sure,” he laughed, “did she also dare you to leave a note in my bag that said ‘Do you like me back? Yes or no?”

“You circled yes!”

“Well clearly seven year old me couldn’t read very well,” James joked and you burst into laughter, ignoring the slight pain in your heart that reminded you he would never like you.

“Well, I think Jessica told me to because she liked you,” you said, trying to cover up your embarrassing memory.

“What can I say,” he shrugged, obviously joking, “I just can’t keep the ladies away.”

“Oh I’m sure,” you laughed, “It must be hard being so utterly charming and desirable.”

“You know,” he said in mock seriousness, “it really is, I’m so glad someone understands my pain.”

“Mhhmmm,” you tried to hold in your laughter but failed. 

You were laughing with Remus as the five of you walked into the Great Hall for the Sorting Hat ceremony.

You smiled at all the nervous first years. You remembered when you first came to Hogwarts. James was the only person you knew, and you were praying to whatever God was up there that you and James ended up in the same house. You were almost scared that you would sit down and the hat would tell you to go home, that there must have been some mistake and you didn’t really belong at Hogwarts. Looking back that seemed foolish, you fit in perfectly. You felt more at home at Hogwarts then you did when you were actually at home. 

“Hey, y/n,” James asked, “Is that your little brother?”

You looked up and saw Y/b/n sitting nervously on the chair, putting the sorting hat on his head. 

“Yeah!” you smiled, “Will you please talk to him?” you asked James. “You and me are the only people he knows and it would be pretty cool for him to have some sixth year friends.”

“We got you, y/n,” Sirius answered.

“Oh, no, no, and no,” you said, “Sirius, I love you. But stay away from my little brother.”

By Halloween your little first-year brother had become best friends with the boys, the were almost like big brothers to him. 

You were sitting in the Quidditch Pitch with the Marauder’s the Saturday before Halloween when y/b/n came running up. 

“Hey James. Hey Sirius. Hey Remus. Hey Peter,” he said quickly before turning to you, “I need help.”

“What is it?”

“I’m in love.”

James snorted and you shot him a glare before turning back to your brother, “Who is she? Or he?”

“I don’t wanna say! What if they find out?”

“Well you’re in love, aren’t you?” Sirius asked, “It would be kind of pointless to keep it to yourself.”

Your brother sighed, “I suppose your right.”

Then a lightbulb went off in his head, “Help me talk to them!”

You grimaced and laughed lightly, “Buddy, I’m not exactly a charmer.”

“James!” James’s eyes went wide, “You can help me!”

“I don’t know, little man…” James began.

“I’m sure you can help me flirt with them! After all, y/n likes you!”

You grabbed your little brother, “Y/b/n!” 


“He’s not supposed to know,” you whispered so only he could hear.

Your brother responded loudly, quoting Sirius, “You’re in love, aren’t you? It would be kind of pointless to keep it to yourself.”

Sirius laughed and you glared at him before standing up and beginning to walk away. 

Your brother began apologizing but Peter distracting him and led him away, asking him about what he was doing on Halloween.

“Wait! Y/n!” James ran after you.

You turned around, “Look James, I really don’t wanna talk about it. I know you don’t - whatever. It doesn’t matter. Just - ignore what y/b/n said.”

You turned and began walking away again and James ran ahead of you, blocking your path, reaching out to grab your arm, “No, no, you don’t understand! I- this is actually really great. That he said that, that is. I mean, I know we’ve been best friends - for forever, basically - but, I mean,” he took a deep breath, “I like you. A lot. For as long as I can remember I’ve liked you.”

You held your breath, “Are you sure?”

James smiled, getting that mischievous smirk on his face, “Do you like me back? Yes or no.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed,  “Yes…” 


December 25th

“For the love of God!”

Remus Lupin kicked the tire of his car with all the rage that had been building up in him for the past half an hour. Granted it was his fault, he hadn’t listened to what they said on the news about snow but it was Christmas and he had to get to his family or his mother would break his legs like chopsticks. Hope Lupin was a small woman but a force to be reckoned with when it came to family dinners. However, Remus’ car wasn’t afraid of Hope’s wrath, it’s tires had given up long ago but Remus had only now pulled the car over. Remus checked his phone but it was dead, too, it was a Christmas miracle that everything went so wrong. He looked around at all the pretty houses around him, all of them lit up and adorned with red and gold, laughter audible from each one except for one that was a bit down the road. The house looked beautiful but it wasn’t festive at all, the lights were on but there wasn’t anyone inside celebrating Christmas.

Remus hated asking people for help and the fact that it was Christmas night made his decision even harder, so he took a deep breath before he bowed his head down a little to keep the snow from getting to his face, it was so cold that each snowflake burned his already fragile skin.

He stood in front of the house before he knocked twice, he started cleaning the snow off of his brown coat, as he was bend over cleaning the snow from his pants the door opened and Remus made the mistake of looking up, it was a mistake because he almost fell down when he saw the ethereal creature that opened it.


“I- I’m,” mumbled Remus as he straightened himself before opening his mouth again, he saw the corner of the lip of the creature curl up. “I was wondering if I could use your phone–” 

Remus showed the dead phone in his hand to the angel that was standing before him with sweatpants on and his hair in a bun. He had pale grey eyes and the blackest hair you can imagine, his cheekbones were like stairway to heaven. He was holding a whiskey glass in his pale hands and he raised his perfectly shaped brow before inviting Remus in with a nod..

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you on Christmas, I just–”

“Do I look like I’m celebrating, mate?” interrupted the sweatpants god, he tugged a loose lock of his hair back into his flawless messy bun. “I generally learn people’s names before I let them into my house.”

“I- yeah, sorry. I’m Remus,” he replied, as he took his scarf and coat of because it was really very hot inside. “So about that phone?”

“Aren’t you in a rush Remus? Just when I was getting happy that I won’t be spending another Christmas alone,” he smiled as he showed the phone standing on a marble stand just a few feet away. “Thanks for asking by the way, I’m Sirius.”  

How could he be so thick? He forgot to ask the Greek God his name which was partly his fault because Remus literally forgot how to breathe let alone talk every time he looked at Sirius. Now that Remus thought about it, with a name like that, this man could be an actual Greek God.

“I’m sorry, I was just in a rush I guess,” he said as he stared at the phone in his hands.

“Stop saying sorry for everything you do, please call who you must and tell them you are okay,” suggested Sirius as he went back to his couch right in front of a majestic chimney. “Don’t forget to tell them you will be staying with a friend because your car is not going anywhere tonight.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows at this very brave statement but when he looked out the gigantic window right behind where Sirius was sitting, he knew he didn’t have much of a choice because it was impossible to see from the snow. It wasn’t snowing, it was like someone was cutting the clouds in half. He dialed the number with shaky hands, he knew just who would pick up.

“Hey!” he said almost crying.

REMUS JOHN LUPIN!” Sirius turned his head suddenly with a huge grin on his face that made Remus’ knees weak. “I told you months before if you missed this diner I would serve you for dinner on New Years Eve.”

Remus could feel his cheeks warm up as he was sure Sirius could hear everything his mother was saying at the moment. 

“Yeah,mum… I’m sorry… No I’m really sorry… I will be there tomorrow I promise… I’m not lying for the love of God… Yeah… Uh-huh… I got somewhere to stay I guess…”

“What do you mean I guess?” whispered Sirius from where he was sitting, he was hanging from the couch to make Remus hear him. 

“I’ll call you when I leave for home,” concluded Remus and he put the phone down with an embarrassed look on his face. He loved his mum to bits but she was sometimes a bit too much. “Can I have a charger, please?”

“Wait a second,” said Sirius as he hurriedly went to another room and came back with a charger and he placed it into Remus’ palm. His skin was almost as white as snow and he was just as cold. “We have a long night ahead Remus, do you want something to drink?”

“Tea would be gr–”

“Whiskey it is then, great choice,” teased Sirius as he went for his liquor cabinet. “This is Christmas and you are stuck here, you are not drinking tea.”

He plugged his phone in spent at least half an hour trying to get to all the messages and calls that he received while his phone was dead, he knew it was rude but it was Christmas and he had a huge family he had to call.

When Remus was finally done, he went to the couch to sit down as he took the fancy glass from Sirius. He didn’t want to about what the hell he was doing, staying at a stranger’s house was not something he would do. But this man with his hair and his cheekbones and his ridiculous smile and the way those sweatpants hang from his hips were very inviting, not that anything would happen but it was a good view at least.

“I like your mum,” said Sirius with a smirk as he took a sip from his new glass of high quality whiskey. “She’s quite something.”

“She’s worse than this snow storm on holidays,” laughed Remus. “She misses me that’s all but yeah, you heard her war cries.”

Sirius laughed and Remus heard summer in his laughter despite all the snow that was falling outside. He didn’t know why he was feeling what he was feeling but he hadn’t felt like this in forever and this was such an unnecessary thing, he really didn’t need this nor did he want this.

“So I you don’t mind me asking,” continued Remus as his throat burned from whiskey. “Why are you alone on Christmas?”

“I hate my family,” replied Sirius simply, he used that word so freely, it was a bit scary. “They are bigoted, idiotically conservative and mentally abusive. I made the mistake of coming out last Christmas, it was chaos. They invited me out of obligation this year, so why bother?”

With that he tipped whatever was left in his glass into his mouth and licked his lips slowly as he walked back to the liquor cabinet and brought the bottle with him this time.

“I’m sorry about that,” muttered Remus as he did the same. He didn’t know if he should feel bad for Sirius or feel happy for himself, not that he would ever look at him like that. 

“What did I tell you about saying sorry?” smiled Sirius as he poured them more liquor. “Also, you should probably warn me when you want to sleep because I rarely sleep before 3 am.”

“Why would you ever do that to yourself?” yelled Remus, that was a bit too much but Remus never had the strongest metabolism for whiskey. “Sleep is a beautiful thing.”

Not as beautiful as you are though.

Remus realised he should be careful about those thoughts because he was known to tell whatever was on his mind out loud.

“I can’t help it. I always work late at night and now my sleep schedule is fucked up,” he explained and cursing had never looked so good. “So Remus John Lupin, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a TA at the university,” he replied as he ruffled his hair. “I know it’s kinda boring–”

“You are hellbent on selling yourself short,” interrupted Sirius, he loved doing that. “I bet you think you are not good looking.”

Remus felt like his tongue froze, what was he supposed to reply with to drunken flirting from a completely gorgeous stranger? So he did what he knows best, he changed the subject.

“So, umm, what do you do?”

“I’m an attorney, family business, but it happened so I roll with it,” he stated as he grinned. “You are very good at changing the subject.”

“You heard my mum, if I don’t change the subject we talk about my sex life during dinner,” said Remus and immediately regretted it, he looked at his glass guiltily and realised that he was actually on his third glass. “I didn’t mean–”

“Another way of saying sorry, you are incredible,” teased Sirius as he put his glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch and came a little closer, Remus never thought breathing was a hard thing to do before but he could still feel Sirius’ scent, strong and spellbinding. “So, I like to think that things happen for a reason.”

His bloody perfect eyebrow was raised again and Remus wasn’t thinking straight so he just nodded.

“Your car didn’t break down in this street without a reason, I think Mr. Lupin, we were meant to meet,” he continued, he used his hands a lot as he spoke and it was the most marvellous thing Remus had ever seen, the fact that he was already dreaming about his hands all over him was not a good sign though. “So, you are going to stay here tonight and you will leave with my number in that phone of yours, just in case you need an attorney someday.”

“Okay,” whispered Remus, because that was all he could manage. “I think I should sleep because I need to wake up early tomorrow.”

“We were just starting to have fun,” mumbled Sirius but he stood up nevertheless to show Remus to his room. “Don’t be scared I won’t bite.”

You could if you want to.

Remus followed him up the stairs trying so hard not to stare at his back but the damn sweatpants weren’t helping. Sirius showed him to a not so small guest room on the left and walked back out.

“If you feel like you can’t sleep, I’m downstairs,” he reminded with a lopsided smile and went away. 

Remus crawled into the extremely soft bed and was asleep in a matter of minutes thanks to the alcohol in his veins.

Sirius was flabbergasted by the luck he had this Christmas after everything that went down last year. A tall, lanky man with the warmest eyes was sleeping in his guest room and Sirius was still reeling from everything that happened in the past six hours since it was around 3 am at the moment. He slowly got up and turned the lights off. He climbed the stairs carefully scared that he would wake up the most beautiful man to ever enter this house besides him, when he reached the top he realised that Remus had slept with the door open. He was softly snoring and was drowning in the huge duvet over him. His clothes were on the dresser and it didn’t take long for Sirius to understand that he would kill to get in that bed at that moment. He slowly turned around to enter his own room as Remus hummed in his sleep. 

This is what I call a Christmas miracle.”

Sirius always believed things happened for a reason, he knew things would happen in the order they should, he had had troubles with his anger as far as he can remember and this new belief was helping him deal with it sometimes, it also helped him makes sense of things like this. Sirius firmly believed that Remus walked into his life for a reason and he was intended to find out why it took so long and what it was for.

He slipped into his own bed and shivered as the cold sheets touched his skin and undid his bun to sleep comfortably. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was honey eyes, long limbs and a shy smile. For the first time in a long time Sirius Black was excited to wake up.

Not In That Way (Sirius Black x Reader)

Based on two requests by @a-smol-snake and @mp938368

“Come to the party tonight, Y/N/N,” Remus begged as you walked through the corridors with him. He always made sure to spend time with you, his younger sister, despite being in different houses.

“Are you sure that your friends want a Slytherin around?” You quipped as you looked up at him. He rolled his eyes at your words and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“I never see you anymore,” he said sadly. “You know that the lads love you, besides, James and Sirius will be a little… preoccupied.”

“Is that so?” You asked, a tight smile forming on your face. You knew what Remus meant; his friends would be chatting up girls. Sirius would be paying you no mind if you were to attend the party.

“Completely,” Remus promised as he looked down at you with pleading eyes. “Now promise me that I’ll see you there tonight, Y/N.”

“Fine,” you gave in after a moment of deliberation. “But only because you’re family.”

You sat in the common room, absentmindedly looking around the room as you watched Sirius Black. You hadn’t meant for your eyes to land on his body that was leaning against the wall as he talked with a Ravenclaw girl. You could feel the jealousy in your body blooming into a grand but deadly flower; you tore your eyes away from him as he reached foward to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

With a deflated sigh, you began to get up from the couch in the middle of the room. You walked over to your older brother, who was laughing with Peter about something, before quickly placing your arms around him in a soft hug.

“Hey, are you alright?” Remus murmured into your ear as he hugged you back. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you lied shakily. “I’m just going to be on my way, I have to read a book for my Astronomy class.”

“Okay,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head before you pulled yourself out of his arms. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

“Love you, Remus,” you told him as you walked away. As you trudged away, you realized you had to walk by the one person you were trying to avoid.

“Leaving so soon, Y/N?” His deep voice rang out through the room. You cringed, looking at him with guarded eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest to appear stronger than you felt.

“This party is a little bit boring for me,” you said, making eye contact with the girl he had been chatting up. She looked like she didn’t appreciate Sirius’ attention being taken away from her.

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud,” Sirius taunted you, pointing a finger. “Have some fun for once in your life.”

“How can I have fun if you’re here?” You snapped, face beginning to turn red. A small group of people began to move closer to hear your conversation, but you didn’t care. It was his idea to keep things a secret, not yours. You wanted everyone to know about your relationship.

“Just because I’ll never love you like you love me doesn’t mean you have to be such a-“

A loud slap echoed throughout the room as your palm connected with his cheek. There was gasping all around before someone wrapped an arm around your waist and began to pull you out of the room. You looked up at the person and saw your brother, his eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion as you walked through the corridors of the school.

“Remus, I’m sorry,” you whispered, looking at the floor as your eyes filled with tears. He stopped walking, pulling you over to a bench so the two of you could sit. Once you were beside him, he put an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side.

“You have no reason to be sorry,” he murmured. His thumb rubbed soft circles against your shoulder as you began to cry. “Why did you slap him, though? You’re usually one to fight with words.”

“You’re going to hate me,” you cried into his sweater.

“I could never hate you, love,” he promised. “You’re family.”

“I wanted to tell you, Remus,” you began as you pulled away from him so you could look him in the eye. “Sirius and I have… we’ve been seeing each other for quite a bit now. He didn’t want anyone to know yet, said it would cause a lot of problems with you guys.”

“I’m going to murder him,” Remus grumbled, leaning back on the bench with a furious look. “He’s been treating you like shit in front of everyone!”

“I’ve been doing the same thing to him!” You argued, wiping at your nose.

“He’s been so mean to you Y/N.”

“We’ve been sarcastic so no one would find out.”

“There are some things you should tell people,” he scolded. You nodded sadly and leaned back in silence, closing your eyes to calm down.

“Y/N, are you out here?” A familiar voice called out. Your eyes shot open and you sat up, Remus doing the same. There was the sound of footsteps before he appeared in the corridor, racing over to where you were sitting.

“Mate, step back,” Remus demanded lowly as Sirius attempted to stand in front of you.

“Did you tell him?” Sirius asked you nervously. You nodded and watched as he let out a sigh.

“Of course she told me!” Remus exclaimed angrily. “After everything you’ve put her through, she deserves someone who listens to her!”

“Why do you think I didn’t want her to tell you?” Sirius snapped, hands curling into fists at his side. “You know I’m not good enough for her, you would have talked her out of this!”

“That’s not true!”

“We both know it is!”

“Can the pair of you knock it off!” You shouted, standing up as you moved to stand in between them. “There’s no going back and changing things now! We just have to talk about it; Remus, I haveto talk to Sirius alone. Can I see you in the morning?”

“I’ll wait for you outside of the Great Hall,” he told you softly. You nodded and watched as he gave Sirius a harsh glare before walking away.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Sirius began to apologize as soon as Remus was out of sight.

“Do you want this with me?” You questioned. You looked into his dark eyes that were clouded with guilt.

“Of course I do,” he reassured you quickly l, the words tumbling out of his mouth. “I can’t stop thinking about you, you’re all I want.”

“I want us to do this right, then,” you stated seriously. “We’re either being open about our relationship or it’s not happening at all.”

“Are you sure you want to be with me in front of everyone?”

“I love you, Sirius,” you whispered, taking his hands in yours as you moved closer to him. “I want everyone to know that you’re the one for me.”

“You love me?” He asked cheekily with a smirk. You laughed and gave him a soft shove.

“I’m not so sure about it anymore,” you joked before he wrapped you up in his arms and buried his face in your neck.

“I really am sorry, love,” he murmured into your ear. “For the way I treated you back there, the way I have been treating you. I promise that I’ve been with only you this whole time, though.”

“I believe you,” you whispered back, smiling as he pulled away to look into your eyes. His lips pressed against yours after a moment and you let yourself pour all of your emotions into the kiss. You wanted him to know that he deserved to be loved.

Sirius Black regretted many things in his life, but he knew that showing everyone how much he loved you was something he would never regret. He would finally be able to treat you the way you deserved, and he knew life was finally going to go his way.

Meeting the Parents ~ Remus Lupin

Requested by @little-hufflepuff-badger , who has been so sweet to me so I hope you love this! 

You and Remus had been dating for two months when Christmas came along. 

  “Babe?” He asked on the train home for break.

“Yes, love." 

"Will you come meet my parents? They want to make sure, you’re not, you know…" 

"Oh.” You understood. 

You were from a pureblood family. All magic people, no muggles or halfbloods littered the blood of your family. When you started dating Remus, your parents hated it. They thought ha blood status was all that mattered and so on. But you weren’t going to let that stop you from love. You argued for hours on end with them. They met Remus one day and your mother started warming up to him. But they were still a little wary. You knew your father hoped that you two would break up and you would keep the line pure. 

Remus’ parents were wary of you too.

They thought you would end up exposing him. Or your parents would find out about his problem and expose him and so on. They had never met you and Remus was sure that when they did, they would fall in love just like he did. 

But you and Remus loved each other. It was time both of your parents learned that. You two were not planning on separating and in fact, it was the exact opposite you planed. You wanted to stay together forever. 

“Let me ask my mom, I’ll owl you to plan a date and time.” You were already nervous. 

“They’re going to adore you. Trust me. They just have to meet you. They have to see you like I do. Beautiful on the inside and out.” He kissed you quickly to avoid teasing from your friends in the same compartments as you.

Two weeks later, you were dressing for your dinner with Remus’ family. You wore a long sleeved sweater and a black skirt with leggings to keep your legs warm. You took the floo network to their home. 

It smelled like gingerbread and flowers. The house was full of books. They were everywhere. The house was entirely neat, save the books stacked on every flat surface.

“Mum! (Y/N)’s here.” Remus was sitting on the couch in the living room where you came out. He got up and kissed you quickly and took your clammy hand in his.

His mother came out of the kitchen.

“Hello Mrs. (Y/L/N). Welcome to our home, Remus has told us so much about you.”

“Oh he has?” You smiled, raising your eyebrows.

“All good things of course.” He laughed nervously. You both were terrified.

You shook Remus’ father’s hand and sat down next to your boyfriend at the dinner table.

“So, (Y/N),” His father asked as you took a bite of the salad, “Remus says you like to read.”

You looked at Remus for help. He nodded and squeezed your knee under the table.

“I love to read. I was young hen I learned,” You said politely, not gushing like you usually did for fear of being labeled insane.

“I have to practically tear her way from her books when she reads. She never puts them down.” Laughed Remus, “MY father taught me the importance of reading. He helped me start my personal library.

“Really?” You asked, hoping that talking about the parents would keep eyes off of you and make you seem less scared.

“He did.” Remus smiled wide.

“Who taught you the importance of books?” You asked Mr. Lupin.

You continued talking over dinner and it gradually got easier for you, but they still were a bit stand offish. You learned that Remus was taught to be empathic and sensitive by his mother and calculating and intelligent from his father.

“Should Rem and I do the dishes?” You asked after the meal was done and you had thanked your hosts.

“Yeah, let’s do that.” Remus agreed before his mother could decline. You both needed a break from the tension and you thought showing them you were helpful might make them like you.

You and Remus brought the dishes to the kitchen. His parents watched you two bustle around. You had filled the sink with soapy water and were staring to wash the dishes when Remus came up behind you and hugged you tightly around the waist.

It felt comforting to have him there.

“You gotta let me do some work, babe. It’s my house.” He said.

“I know, but your mother made the wonderful meal and I want to help clean up. Your parents have been so kind to have me over.” You said, knowing that while they weren’t engaged, Mr. and Mrs. Lupin were listening and watching.

“You can dry, let me wash.” Remus compromised.

Soon enough, you and Remus were giggling as you put soap bubbles on his nose and he pushed you slightly with his body and you pushed back. You were humming songs and being very careful with the dishes you were drying.

There was music on in the living room. Frank Sinatra, Remus’ Mother’s favorite. Remus ended up taking your hand and dancing around the kitchen with you, both of your laughs ringing through the kitchen. You had both completely forgotten about his parents, who were watching with smiles.

They had finally warmed up to the way you wanted to help and how you made their son laugh. You were genuine and they were no longer afraid you would hurt him or manipulate him using his secret.

They saw it plain as day, you loved him and he loved you. Aft all, you were kind to them and interested in them when they were cold to you. You were kind to those who were uninterested and a tad mean.

They finally approved of you as you and Remus danced around the clean kitchen laughing.

Tell Her-Remus Lupin Imagine

Request: Can you please do a RemusxReader where Remus tells Sirius that he’s in love with the reader and Sirius freaks out (like that episode of Drake & Josh where Josh told Drake that he was in love with Mindy and Drake freaked out and slapped Josh) 

Warnings: none

Requests are always open, hope you enjoy! xo

“Hey, Moony,” Sirius said, dropping his leather jacket onto his bed.

“Hey,” Remus replied, glancing up from his book. He chewed his lip, before marking his page and closing the hardcover, throwing it at his feet.

“Can I tell you something? You have to promise not to say anything,” He stuttered, turning to face his friend.

“Yeah, sure,” Sirius nodded absentmindedly, rummaging through his drawer. 

“I think I’m in love,” Remus blurted, his cheeks burning.

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This is nowhere near as good as the perfection from @jiilys and @alrightpotter but this was still super fun to write.

James Potter to but does Buzzfeed know which friends character it is in five random questions: approximately how many jelly beans are too many

James Potter: because I bought all of the bags in the store

Sirius Black: enough to fill a car?

James Potter: I think it’ll be enough to fill Claire

Sirius Black: “riding claire” wasn’t even funny the first time prongs

Remus Lupin: wouldn’t it be “riding in claire”??

Sirius Black: #exposed

James Potter: #blocked

Peter Pettigrew to i’m lizzie bennet and sirius black is way hotter than darcy: I don’t think this is going to work

Peter Pettigrew: and even if it does, will people even watch it?

Sirius Black: people watched it on the middle

Remus Lupin: you’re the only person on earth who watches the middle

James Potter: does anyone even watch our regular videos

Peter Pettigrew: true

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this is from miracle’s new chapter you’ve got mail, loved the jily part a lot and wanted to share it here too with those of you who are not reading the fic, it’s been a while since I wrote anything Jily related.

“Still pining, Moony?”

“I never got to taste him,” objected Remus jokingly. “Makes him ten times more appealing and you saw him, he is a fucking greek god.”

“And then he pissed me off,” she replied with that familiar scolding tone she had. “At least don’t look so desperate.”


What?” she said innocently. “If that’s what makes you happy, if he genuinely is what you think he is, go for it Rem and if he breaks your heart again, I will break his legs.”

“I’m glad you got my back,” smiled Remus. “That wanker boyfriend of yours would never do that.”

“I heard that!” yelled James from the other side. 

“Is it a lie?”

“I mean,” answered James sounding a little unsure now. “He was gonna get me tickets to the FA Cup Final.”

“Ugh, Potter,” said Lily and Remus felt her roll her eyes, there was scrambling noises coming from the other side of the phone.

“Oh- OW EVANS, that hurt,” shouted James, Lily was probably running after him in the house after that snarky comment. “Stop, trying. to. kick. me. YOU ARE FIVE FOOT NOTHING EVANS”

“I’m gonna hang up now,” laughed Remus.

“Yeah, sure,” panted Lily, that must have been one fight. “Love you, Moony”

“Love you, too, redhead.”

“Oh Potter, you shouldn’t have dragged my height into this,” laughed Lily as she tried to catch her boyfriend over the sofa and she threw the phone away carelessly

“But you are so… what’s the word?” James waited for a moment before continuing, pushed his glasses up his nose and grinned. “Ah, yes. Tiny.”


“I love it when you call my name,” he teased with a smirk on his face and a raised eyebrow. Lily was trying not to get caught up on his face because that was how she always lost these stupid fights. 

The way his mouth curled, the way his eyebrow shot up so effortlessly, his dark skin so flawless and soft and … no. She climbed up the sofa to attack the taller boy but his old reflexes were still in place and he had grabbed her by the waist and was now holding her from just below her thighs just so she can wrap his legs around his waist but Lily Evans never gave up without a fight, so for now she just dangled her feet.

“I love that you are tiny, Lils,” said James with a smile on his face, not the teasing one, the one that made Lily feel at home. “Let’s kiss and make up?”

“No,” said Lily as she tried to break free but he was too strong for him and when James buried his face in her neck she let out an involuntary laugh. “That’s not fair.”

“You smell like flowers,” he continued as he placed a soft, wet kiss on Lily’s neck that made her gasp a little bit. “I’ll never get over how beautiful you are even when we are old and grumpy.”

His eyes were so intense, Lily felt like he was being drawn into a blackhole.

“And this is how you get away with everything, you git,” she said as she wrapped her legs around James’ waist. She let her fingers get tangled in his messy locks before she leant in to give a small kiss to his boyfriend. “Now let me down.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” grinned James as he made her jump a little to get a better grasp of her, his hand were so familiar on Lily’s legs and she could feel his grip get a little bit tighter, just the right amount.

James had a way with Lily, it was like magic. When he tilted his head just a little bit she was already hearing her own heart beats and it was soft but hungry kisses, his hair brushing on Lily’s forehead and it was so hard to breathe, when his grip got a bit tighter, she let out a moan, he just knew everything about her now. The power she gave to him was ridiculous, but he was ridiculous, too. It was the way he knew just the right time to slide his tongue in, the way they were in such harmony with eyes closed. He had started walking and without hesitation Lily knew where they were going and soon enough she felt the wooden door behind her. James kept her pinned to the door as his hands cupped her cheek ever so softly making Lily want to go mad, now his fingers were in her hair tugging gently and her back arched making him smile, she could feel it on her lips. 

“James, the door,” she whispered barely.

“No,” he objected and he was pulling her hair a bit harder exposing her neck to him. He trailed down with the softest of kisses, her jawline, her neck and nibbing at her collarbones making Lily hum happily. She loved that James took his time with her but sometimes she just wanted him to throw her on the bed already.


His hands were trailing up and down her arched back and it was about time, he would just open the bloody door. She tried finding the door knob as he was busy making her go crazy but her hand was pinned above her in a matter of seconds. 

“Jamie,” she begged. “The door, please.”

“I told you I loved it when you said my name,” smirked James as he pinned her against to wall harder with his hips and Lily barely kept herself contained however James didn’t, his eyes locked on hers like the world would end if he didn’t. Lily tried throwing her head back but she didn’t have much space, so she just closed her eyes and licked her lips, two could play this game. He took a deep breath and Lily’s top was gone in the flash of an eye. Lily freed her hand and put them on his boyfriend’s shoulders, her fingers softly trailing his shoulder muscles, God she was thankful for all the sports he did and as James continued his teasing, Lily dug her fingernails in his skin just a little bit, making sure he knows if she is going down, he is coming with her and the small grin he gave as he reached for the door handle confirmed Lily’s expectations.

When he slowly let her down to the bed, Lily wiggled out of jeans as James took his t-shirt off, there he was in all his glory the bloody idiot that stole her heart and Lily Evans smiled to herself, enjoying the view before he caught her by the legs and pulled her towards him.

“A little too excited aren’t we?” he asked with that stupid smile on his face, his eyes shining with mischief.

“Shut it and just lose the pants Potter,” she ordered and James just raised an eyebrow before he landed a kiss on her inner thigh. 

“No, I think I will enjoy this a little more,” he said as his hands roamed around her legs. “Just for making me run around the house, you know?”

“James Potter, you– oh,” cried Lily before she could help herself and bit her lip before she let her boyfriend take full control, God knew he knew what he was doing.

My love

Sirius Black x reader

Summary: You are a 7th year Gryffindor and having a good friendship with the Marauders. You know one of the four boys, Sirius Black like an annoying heartbreaker who plays with the girls in the school. You couldn’t help but fell in love with him, but never seen a chance for he’s feeling the same, so you tried to mask your emotions. But one day the truth emerges: he’s hiding his feelings for you too.

Words: 2677 (oh yes)

Warnings: swearing, Sirius is kind of an ass but a good one.


You were sitting on the couch in the common room and doing your potions essay with Lily and Remus, when you heard two laughing boys walk in trough the portrait.

“If you guys are as good as today, you will win the next quidditch mach against Slytherin!” Sirius told James who smiled at him full of confidence.

“Pads, there’s no ‘if’. We WILL definitely win the match, that’s a fact. Unless you break anyone’s heart who is in the team until Saturday.” He said as a broad hint with less joking in his voice.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to good.”  He responded, still smiling and the next moment he almost jumped on you while sat down on the couch at your left side.

“How’s studying going, my love?”

“For the last time, Black: do not call me ‘love’.” You said a little bit angry but still focused on writing and didn’t look at the boy. You’ve never called him “Sirius”; he was always “Black” to you.

“I didn’t call you ‘love’. I called you MY love which is a huge difference.”

“Oh, is it?”

“Yes, of course. Let me explain.” And even if you wanted to cut him off with a “shut up”, he continued speaking.

“Calling someone ‘love’ means you want her be interested in you as take her attention with names. ‘Love’ can be anyone who I or somebody else wants for a night. But ‘my love’ can be only one person. A person whom I AM very interested and consider her as the only one who I want, not just her attention.”

“Whoa, that was really beautiful, Black. Now, I’ll finish my essay.” You said still didn’t look at him, but just for hide the blush that was on your face.

“Okay, my love.”


“He’s working so hard, give him a chance!” Lily said when the three of you finished the essays and Remus went to the boys’ dormitory after James and Sirius.

“Uhm… Nope.”

“Why? He definitely likes you.”

“Lily, look…” You made her stop packing the parchments that were on the floor.

“I know you think, I don’t know why, that Black wants to be with me in that way. But he’s just teasing me. And it’s alright, I get used to it. But please don’t act like he wants more.”

“But he wants more! You just don’t want to accept it!” She said almost imploringly when you thought you heard enough and made your way to the great hall.

“Where do you go?” Lily shouted after you.

“I’m starving, come on!” She followed you and you sat down at the Gryffindor’s table next to James, Remus and Peter who were already there. You wanted to ask where Sirius was, but a voice in your head ordered you to stop thinking about him.

The truth was, even if you didn’t show, but you definitely had a huge crush on Sirius Black. But the fact he was kind of a heartbreaker of Hogwarts since your first year made everything hard. When you noticed you like the boy he already flirted with other girls and played with them. Once you heard two Ravenclaws talking about how they should speak to him and the next day you saw one of the mentioned girls, crying in the bathroom. You asked her what was wrong and she told you how Sirius stepped off that morning from her room after they spend the night together.

You didn’t want to be one of her one-night-girls and be as disappointed as these girls who wanted more from him but didn’t get the chance. You wanted more but not from this. You deserved better than him. At least, that was what you told yourself every time you were thinking about him.


“What’s up girls?” James set down next to you and Lily on Saturday morning and slapped on your back. “We’ve got amazing weather this day! This means we already have place of vantage since Slytherins get used to be in dark.” And he started to laugh on his own joke which made Lily growling.

“Could you just get off from your broom for a moment and be less asshole, Potter?” She yelled at him.

“Even your rude attitude won’t mess my happiness today, Evans. It’s a beautiful day and we will win the quidditch cup! I love you too, by the way.” He smiled at Lily who just growled again.

“What happened to you?” You asked, wondering what made James so happy because there was obviously something else than the match.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just glad for that perfect day that can’t be messed up.” And he ran away without eating anything.

You and Lily gave a confused look and finished your breakfast. After that you went to the pitch and you sat down on the Gryffindor’s stands when you saw two familiar people walking to the locker room. You saw James walking next to Jennifer who is one of the Chasers. She was crying, covering her eyes with her hands.

“And he left without saying a word! Without a freaking word, James!” She yelled at the boy whose morning smile hasn’t gone from his face.

“I’m sure he wants to surprise you with something. That’s why he left so early… he has to prepare it!” He smiled at Jennifer who seemed better from what she heard.

“Do you think so?”

“Of course! He’s a gentleman secretly. But he doesn’t show everyone this, just for the one who deserves it.” He winked at Jennifer whose eyes suddenly glinted. She made her way to the other girls in the team.

“I will kill him.” James growled with a serious face but when he noticed you and Lily, the happy morning smile came back. “Oh, hi girls! Are you ready to see an amazing Gryffindor winning?”

You could see relief on his face as he managed to comfort Jennifer.

“So, that’s why you were smiling like an idiot? You wanted to convince yourself about Black didn’t mess the match up at all with his usual asshole things?”

“Kind of. He told me last night he would spend the night with Jennifer and have some fun. He promised me he won’t step off, taking into consideration the match today and how Jenny would feels. Looks like I won’t believe him again.”

You felt sorry for Jennifer but you were happy at the same time about this didn’t happen to you. After James told you and Lily how he would kill Sirius in every detail, the match started so he went to the pitch.


“I will kill you!” James yelled at Sirius as they found him alone in the Gryffindor’s common room after the match.

“James, Gryffindor won, it doesn’t matter anymore.” Remus told him with a calm voice but James didn’t even look at him but at Sirius.

“I told you don’t play with my team! And what are you doing?”

“You know why I did that.”

“I don’t care ‘bout what kind of pathetic ways you want to hide or forget your tiny feelings for Y/N, but leave my team alone! You already fucked almost every girl in school and if you think this will distract you from the love what you feel for Y/N, you are fucking wrong, mate.” – And when he realized you are standing next to him, he added: “Perfect timing, talk to her!”

Without saying anything, James ran to the boys’ dormitory with Remus and Peter who looked like at Sirius as James did. Lily went with your roommates somewhere, giving you a small smile.

“Uhm…” Sirius started to talk but you cut him off.

“James said you loved me, this is true?”

“Yes.” He answered simply and you couldn’t believe your ears. Sirius Black is having feelings for you, he actually loves you. You just couldn’t believe this.

“Good joke.” You smiled and didn’t look at Sirius’ face that turned red in the last few minutes but now he got surprised.

“Sorry, what?”

“I don’t understand why James mixed me up in this. Your one-night-girls are none of my business and I definitely don’t want to be one of them.”

“That’s not what you think it is, Y/N. I mean, I want you to be mine but not just for one night.” He said so shyly, you almost didn’t hear what he said.

“And do you want me to believe this?” You asked him with skepticism in your voice. “Because it sounds like: ‘oh, I was in bed with almost every girl in the school, but I’m secretly in love with you by the way’. I knew you’re an asshole, Black, but this oversteps you. Do better pranks than play with me.”

You got more and more upset during talking to him. How dare he saying he loves you after what happened every year? He was flirting and teasing you since your first year and played with other girls at the same time. YOU fell in love with him and his handsome idiot face and you had to tolerate everything what he has done and he wants you to believe that this whole thing meant to be a stupid trying to hide his feelings for you? No way.

You wanted to say all of those things what were in your mind, but what you could say to him were only two words:

“Fuck you.” You made your way to the girls’ dormitory but Sirius gently grabbed your left arm.

“What I said, I mean it. Not pranking, not teasing, not playing… I do love you, Y/N.”

You licked your lips before answering.

“Then prove it, Black.” And you left him alone.


You opened your door in the morning to go to the great hall with your roommates when you saw a bunch of roses hovering in front of you.

“What the f…” The roses flew right into your hands and you noticed a tiny parchment tied on one of the roses’ stem.

“I know it’s a bit muggle cliché, but it is just the beginning, my love.”

The parchment didn’t need to be signed to know who send you them. You heard your roommates “oooh”s, especially Lily’s who told you already last night that Sirius will prove his love with all his might.

You went to the great hall with the girls. Every member of your house was there and having breakfast. You set down next to Sirius after saying “Good morning” to everyone and gave him a smile.

“Did you like them?” He asked hopefully, out of his ordinary sarcastic style.

“They are beautiful, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

You started to talk about daily things, laughed on the Slytherin’s Keeper who wasn’t able to defending almost fifty times the hoop, disgusted tomorrow’s lessons, and when the two of you finished your breakfast, Sirius cleared his throat and looked at you.

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of spending the day with me?”

You couldn’t say no to him even if you remembered yourself what a dickhead he was.

So you spend the whole day together. He showed you the Marauder’s secret place in the Forbidden Forest and you were talking there all afternoon. You’ve never seen this side of Sirius before, maybe for a few times. He was so sweet and kind with you, didn’t say a rude word or tried to embarrass you with teasing.

You got to know each other; he told you about his family with their pure-blood mania and his annoying mother who, as Sirius said, counted the days about when she can throw his son out from the family house.

He brought food so you didn’t go back to the castle for dinner and you ate it at the Great Lake’s shore. He laid down a blanket on the ground and after eating, the two of you lay down next to each other. You felt perfectly as watching the setting sun with the man you loved and who, as it emerged, loves you back.  You nestled close to him and laid you head on his chest.

“Did I prove good enough?” He asked with a proud smile.

“Do you spend your whole day with other girls you want to get?”

“I’ve never did this before.”

“Then I can say your proving was perfect.”

He smiled at you and moved his head closer to yours but didn’t do more. He wanted your permission and that was the sweetest thing what he did this day.

“I love you, my love.”

“I love you too, Sirius.”

He looked happy for finally hear his first name from you. The next moment his soft lips met yours and he gave you a small but passionate kiss. After another hour at the shore, you went back to the castle and found your friends, James, Remus, Peter and Lily in the common room. When they saw the two of you are holding hands, the boys looked at Sirius with appreciative eyes and Lily let a loud and happy “Finally”.

“You owe me twenty galleons, Prongs.” Remus smiled at James who growled at him.

“Did you really make a bet about when I could ask her?” Sirius asked them.

“Nope, we made a bet about when she would accept your ask.”


One month left since your first “date”. Everything was perfect between you. Sirius stopped playing with other girls, god, he even refused to talk with them which made so many girls disappointed. They were jealous of you got Sirius without do anything for it. That’s pretty amused you by the way. So every time when you and Sirius were walking on the corridors, you grabbed his hand and gave him a small kiss just to make the girls who was around and secretly wanted to take Sirius from you angrier. Didn’t take long time for him to notice that you enjoy the situation, even if he thought his “fangirls”, as you called them, will make you uncomfortable or angry. So he gave you kisses too when girls who liked him were around to make them jealous and make you happy.  

At the weekend you went to Hogsmeade and walked to The Three Broomsticks hand in hand when Sirius suddenly stopped on the middle of the street.

“Sirius, what’s wrong?” You asked him because you saw something disturbing on his face.

“I’m sorry, I can’t keep it to myself no longer. I need to ask you something, something very important.”

“Then ask it.” His voice was so serious; you started to worry more but wanted to know what’s going on in his mind.

“Okay, uhm… We are basically together for a month now, but just in formal way, not the real one… And I know you don’t care much about it, but I do…” He stopped for a moment and looked into your eyes. “Because when I told you I don’t want just your attention but you completely, I mean it. I want you to be mine… Will you be my girlfriend?”

Happiness filled your whole body and with the biggest smile what have been ever on your face, you grabbed Sirius’ neck and hugged him strongly.

“Is it a yes?” He asked hopefully when he could get a little breath.

“A big yes.” You hugged him again and Sirius kissed your forehead with a huge smile.

The two of you felt yourselves the happiest people in the world that day and the rest of your life together.

Burning Passion

So, I was writing this because I’ve been having serious Moony feels. (And also Sirius/Moony feels……ignore my puns)(And because this is a Moony blog, so duh!)) This is my first smut, so please don’t judge! I also want to honor @aveeragemusings for all the shit she’s gone through! Hope you enjoy!! Also, a bit of a side note, PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!! I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND CANNOT GET ONE DONE!!! GIVE ME A GOAL!!!


“Hey guys.” You said as you entered the room your boyfriend, Remus Lupin, shared with his best friends: James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

It was not an odd occurrence for you to be in the Marauders bedroom; in fact you spent the night at least twice a month despite being a (Y/H) and despite the fact that you were the opposite gender. Besides, none of them really cared; Sirius only spent the night about half the time, probably doing something with the opposite gender, and Lily spent about 3 nights a week sleeping in the room as well, and Peter, nobody ever noticed.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Was the collective response as you walked into the room and sit in the middle of the floor.

“How did everything go last night?” You ask. It seemed that last night had been one of the worst transformations, and you hadn’t been able to go because, you had just gotten over the flu.

“It was fine.” Sirius answered flatly.

You put your hands up in defeat. “I just asked a simple question.”

“Just ask your boyfriend, he won’t talk to us.” James said crankily.

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe you guys should leave.” You said.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Peter said, and left, having the two boys who were dead on their feet follow him.

You stood up, leaving your bag where you were sitting, walking over to where Remus was bunches under his cover.

“Remus?” You ask softly.

“Go away.” He said stubbornly.

You rolled your eyes, while placing your hands on your hips. “Why should I?” You challenged.

“I don’t want you to see me right now.” He said.

“Why?” You ask softly, your voice filled with worry. You step closer, before he ripped off the covers and moved to stand in front of you.

His face was littered with new cuts and a bruise was forming.

“Remus.” You whispered, your eye filled with worry. You reached out to cup his face, but he backed away and turned, so that his back was facing you.

“I’m hideous.” He whispered, his voice wavering. “I don’t know why you stay around.” He said.

“Oh Remus, you know I don’t think that.” You said, your eyes starting to water at how the man you loved viewed himself. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your forehead to his back. “I love you.” You whispered.

He turned around to hug you back before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you too.” He said placing another kiss on your forehead. “I don’t know why you love something as as disgusting as me.

“Remus, I don’t think that you’re disgusting.” You said softly, cupping his face to bring his gaze up to meet your eyes. Your (E/C) orbs, were soft, and full of love and pain. “I think you’re beautiful, Remus.” You said, your voice cracking a bit, and your eyes started to water up. “I love you.” You said a bit forcefully. “I don’t give a shit about your scars. What I mean is, I wish you didn’t have them, because they are a mark of how much pain you’ve been through, and I don’t ever want to imagine you in that type of pain.” By now, you were crying, the tears cascading down your cheeks. You sniffled once, before continuing. “I love you, and none of your scars are going to change that. I love you, you beautiful creature.” You told him. Your eyes closed, and you let the tears fall silently. You felt a pressure on your forehead, and opened your eyes to see Remus with his eyes closed, his forehead resting on yours. You placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I wish you saw yourself, the way I see you.” You whisper, your voice barely audible. You look up, into Remus’ green eyes. “Please, let me show you how special you are.” You pleaded, your (E/C) eyes, pleading with his. “Please, Remus.” You mouth.

You saw him nod, and you smile up at him, feeling yourself tearing up again. “I love you.” You said softly, before closing the gap between the two of you, placing a featherlight kiss on his lips, your lips barely brushing. After sweet, agonizing moments of your lips brushing past each other, you sighed happily when there was a little bit of pressure.

To you this was heaven. Kissing Remus like this; with so much love, as if it were only you two in the world. You loved this boy with all your heart, and you just wanted to live in this moment for together.  

You pulled away, slowly, looking up into his beautiful green orbs, the love in them mirroring your own. “I love you, Remus.” You said, your eyes tearing up again while you were gazing at the beautiful boy who had snuck into your heart.

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He whispered, his hands cupping both sides of your chin, before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

The kiss was sweet and shy, and somewhat salty from your tears, but neither of you could care less. All that mattered was that you were kissing the person you had grown to love so much.

The kiss had went from sweet and bashful, to passionate and needy. Instead of the brushing past each others lips with your lips, it was a flurry of tongues and teeth.

Your hand was cupping his face and the pad of your thumb was rubbing circles on his face. Your other hand was resting on top of his head, your fingers combing through his curly brown locks, pulling him closer to you. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, the other threading through your (H/C) hair. You arched your back, forcing your chest to rub up against him, making a small moan escape his lips.  

While the kiss was amazing, and breathtaking, the position was a little more than awkward. Your neck was getting sore from leaning so far back, and Remus’ back was starting to ache from hunching down so much.

You placed your hands on his chest and slowly started pushing him back, till the back of his legs his the wooden frame of the bed. You pulled away, before pushing him forcefully onto the bed, giggling at his little “Omf.” As he hit the mattress.

You crawled on top of him, almost acting as if you were drunk. You were most certainly drunk on Remus. He was your drug, and you were addicted.

You straddled his lap giggling slightly, before leaning down to kiss him firmly on the mouth. Your tongues were moving in a shared rhythm, instead of the normal fight for dominance that took place. You were both content with the peacefulness of the kiss. You pulled back lazily, looking down at Remus below you.

“Are you sure?” You ask, with a tone of concern. “We can stop now if you’re not comfortable.” You said, softly, while holding his hands, your fingers curling around his.

“(Y/N),” He said in the same voice as you, “I want this. I want to be with you. You are the only person I could ever see myself being with. I love you.” He said before quickly kissing you. “But are you sure that you want this?” He asked.

Instead of answering, you kissed him feverishly. He kissed you back, just as hard. Your hands found their way to the top buttons and you quickly unbuttoned the top three. You quickly pulled away, giggling a little. Your laughter died as soon as you noticed a large slash and most of it was obscured by the rest of his shirt.

You half smiled and placed a kiss on his neck, right below his ear. You nibbled at his earlobe, feeling him shiver below you. “You’re beautiful, Remus.” You whispered to him, before going back to kissing his neck. You placed butterfly kisses until you heard him moan softly. You smirked to yourself, before lightly sucking on the skin there, eliciting a louder moan from your boyfriend. You pulled away, and grinned at the mark you had left him. It wasn’t very visible, but it was enough of a warning to other people.

You kissed him on the lips again, before sitting back so that your bottom was resting on his hard-on. You smiled a bit at your heavily flushed boyfriend who was hiding his face with his arms. You snickered a bit at his embarrassment.

“Stop laughing.” He whined out. “It’s all your fault, you little minx.” He said, still hiding behind his arms. “It’s not funny.” He said, before moving his arms to rest on your hips.

“I wasn’t laughing at that.” You said, laughing even more at your mortified boyfriend. “I was laughing at how cute you are.” You said, booping his nose, before peppering kisses all over his face. “I love you.” You said, smiling at him.

He returned your smile. “I love you too.”

When he said that you both crashed your lips together for a passionate kiss. You were fighting aggressively to maintain dominance over him. Your hands slowly wandered down to where his shirt was. You slowly unbuttoned the rest of it, before pulling away from the kiss, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned up a little so that you could free him from his shirt.

You looked down at his chest and your heart filled with pain at seeing so many scars; records of how much pain he had ever been in. Without hesitating you leaned down and kissed across all of his scars. You placed feather kisses on all of them, and kissed the skin slowly.

“(Y/N).” Remus moaned out your name. You smiled up at him, before placing a kiss on his chin, and then again kissing down his chest. But this time, you were kissing every inch of available skin. You were reaching the dangerous territory of his waistband, and you could hear him take a sharp intake of breath.

You moved back, so that you were sitting on his thighs. You slowly moved both of your hands up over his crotch to the button of his jeans. You heard him breath in deeply and heard a low groan. You smirked internally before unbuttoning his pants at an agonizingly slow pace.

“(Y/N).” Remus groaned out. “Stop teasing me.” He said in a husky voice.

You responded by pulling down his pants. You stuck two fingers into the waistband of his boxers and released them hearing the elastic slap lightly against his skin. You heard his breathing pick up as you palmed him through his boxers, him grinding into your hand. His head fell back into the pillows, his eyes closed in ecstasy. You pulled away abruptly, his eyes opening, his dark irises looking slightly angry.

“(Y/N).” He growled out. “Please don’t stop, again.” He pleaded, his voice now sounding desperate.

You moved up again, so that you were sitting directly on his erection. “Patience.” You purred out, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe. You sat up, and rolled your hips a little to create some friction between the two of you, relishing in the moans you heard pass his delicious, plump lips. You slowly started to unbutton your school blouse. He was staring at you so intently, it made you bring your thighs closer together, causing you both to moan at the added friction. You had only unbuttoned half the shirt before you lost it and just pulled it off your head, very violantly, ripping off a few buttons. You threw it behind you, before leaning down to kiss Remus again.

He kissed you back just as eagerly, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down onto him. His other hand moved up slowly up the your back, until it reached your bra. He unclipped it, and you both broke away momentarily so you could slide your bra off and throw it somewhere behind you. You went back to kissing him hungrily, a moan escaping your mouth as one of his hands cupped your right breast. You moved one of your hand to his brown hair, playing with it as you other hand slowly crept down his chest to palm him again. He moaned into your mouth, his hands going down to remove his boxers, yours removing your skirt and underwear, someone not breaking the kiss.

You ground your hips into his, slicking his hard cock up with your juices. As you pulled back from the kiss, Remus and your hand went down to guide his long member to your opening. You slowly slid down onto him, both of you moaning loudly. His hands moved to rest on your hips and your went to the middle of his chest to provide yourself support as you slowly moved up and down.

You threw your head back, your eyes closed as you moaned in pure bliss. You were surprised to feel him hitting a different angle and you opened your eyes to see Remus sitting up and his arms were wrapped around you. His mouth latched onto one of your nipples and you moaned at the heavenly feeling.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and slapping of skin on skin. You felt your high coming on, and you brought one of your hands down to rub at your clit furiously.

“Remus, I’m close!”

“Ugh! Me too, baby!” He groaned out.

He started moving inhumanly fast. You screamed out his name as you went over the edge, and heard him come right after you. He drew out your orgasms, and when you were both completely finished you both smiled at each other before kissing each other. You both pulled away, and he took you of of his softening cock, and grabbed the covers pulling them over you two.

He pulled you into him, being the big spoon and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed, half asleep and snuggling into him.

“I love you.” He whispered.

You smiled and mumbled incoherently, “I love you, too.”



A girly scream woke you and Remus up. You both sat up, and then you realized you were still naked so, you pulled covers closer to you, while Remus put an arm in front of you acting as a shield.

In front of the two of you were Sirius and James staring wide-eyed and looking traumatized. Well, Sirius looked more traumatized.

“You guys did it on my bed!?!?” He yelled, terrified.

Remus and you looked around, realizing that, infact you were not on Remus’ bed and you looked shocked.

“I’m sorry, Sirius!” You yelled frantically. “We didn’t know it was your bed!”

There was no point in denying what happened, so you were just freaking out.

“We’ll just go now.” James said awkwardly, dragging Sirius who was in mourning of his bedsheets. As they were walking away from the room, James yelled, “Hope you used protection! We don’t need a Miny Moony running around!”

“Remus.” You said, frozen in place even after they left.

“Yes, Sweetheart?” He asked, also frozen.

“I hate your friends.”