Summary: Remus breaks up with you after Sirius is sentenced to Azkaban, and you both then meet years later, when you visit Dumbledore at Hogwarts. Remus is the DADA professor in this one, in Harry's third year.
Warnings: Slight fluff at the beginning, Mentions of death, break-up, angst
A/N: HIIII IT'S BEEN A HOT MINUTE since I wrote (lucky for you all) and I was feeling the need for a good angsty remus fic, so I wrote myself this. Enjoy with some tea and it might help of it's raining where you are. LOVE YOU ALL. I might write a part 2 of this turns out readable? Thank youuu.
You landed on the balls of your feet, your generously-heeled sandals rocking you on the unsteady firewood that flickered green before turning grey and dead as your eyes adjusted. This was only the second time you had used the Floo Network for such a long distance. You had been in the States for the past ten years, living a distant life from the places and people that you needed space from. You adjusted your coat and set your hair before stepping out from the surprisingly tall fireplace, warm air immediately filling you up with scents of sugar, bread, and cocoa. You hated that you were then instantly reminded of a certain chestnut-haired boy who loved chocolate and wore hemmed sweaters, who also happened to break your heart into shreds all those years ago. But it wasn't like all Bakeries reminded you of Remus. You, infact, worked at your aunt's bakery and confectionery shop as a part-timer back in Pennsylvania, while you were studying at a No-Maj Law school in the States. But it's just the ambience of a Hogsmede Bakery in December brought back all those years of trips you took with your friends, where you drank butterbeer with them and laughed at each other's foam moustaches, where you spent hours in bookstores with Remus browsing through all kinds of titles and reading cute little texts from those books to each other.
"The only time we DON'T have to be reading and these two nerds end up in a bookshop?", James would complain, watching you two from outside the window.
Lily would even go ahead and click a picture of you two on her disposable camera and write, 'Nerds in love' in the space beneath it. Sirius would then write '(in their natural habitat. Please do not feed the nerds)' and Lily would strike it off after giving him a pouted glare.
[A/N: Made this cute little edit because I love this idea so much!!! Details and credits to the picture is at the footnote]
You shook your head to zap you out of those thoughts.
Those memories, albeit bitter now, were the best times of your life and you didn't want to ever forget them, no matter how much heartache they brought to you each time reality hit you. You sat down to have a cup of coffee before you could go to Hogwarts. Dumbledore had written to you a couple of days ago, saying that a few death eaters had escaped Azkaban and that you would be delighted to meet your old friend. You immediately understood that Sirius had escaped. You never for a second suspected him for what happened with James and Lily. You just knew he was innocent. He had to be. You actually wanted to study law in hopes of being able to learn how to represent him and get him out of the pathetic place he was in. But the MACUSA was strongly against this as it was a highly sensitive case, and you needed more time to gather more evidence without being too obvious. Now he had escaped and although it made it more difficult for you now to defend him, you wouldn't stop. Dumbledore knew your concern towards your friend, which is why he wrote to you to come back home. Your thought train was nearly getting back to the present moment when you realised that your coffee had hit the bottom of your cup and it was time to go. You thanked the waiter after paying (and tipping them) and got out.
Hogsmede had hardly changed. Christmas decorations were already up, and a few halloween ones weren't taken down yet. The similar chiming of doors, distant Christmas music, laughter- all the things that made you feel more and more at home. You breathed as your nostrils narrowed to the stiff of cold air and you remembered how cold this place always was. With your coffee still heavy in your tummy, you decided to apparate instead of taking a carriage up to Hogwarts. In a crack, you disappeared into the winter air.
It felt magical to be back at Hogwarts. Like an airy rainfall on a stubborn summer afternoon, the first song of a cuckoo at dawn after a tormenting night, the crackling of butter under a slice of bread on a pan. It was all things that reminded you of home and you immediately felt an internal hug of welcomeness. You could not stop the smile on your face as you strode up the stairs at the entrance. The corridors and walls still felt like they held histories, stories, and tonnes of secrets. It was an emotional rollercoaster for you. Noticing the empty corridors, you let yourself a little loose and stretched your arm to your side, skipping like a child while tracing the cold walls. The breeze in your face and the familiar fragrance of parchment and ink filled your chest and you skipped.
Your eyes were half closed, which is why you didn't realise the presence of a tall and broad pair of shoulders at the perpendicular edge, approaching you. You made a swift turn and immediately felt a sharp pain in your nose as you crashed into a grown man, his belongings falling onto the floor in scattered patterns.
[A/N: Hiiii sorry for interjecting but if you have glasses, then please read the text in blue. But if you don't, you can just skip through the blue part. It doesn't hold any significance to the story.]
Your glasses fall with a clatter, blurring your vision. You notice a hazy figure in front of you, bending down swiftly to retrieve the fallen items. You crouch down too, fumbling on the ground for your glasses, without looking up.
"I'M SO SORRY I WASN-"
"Y/N?"
You jerked your head up involuntarily, to the way too familiar, and now deeper, voice. You squinted as to make sure it was who you thought it was, and just then your searching hand had finally found your glasses. You whisked them on, finally able to see with a clear vision.
[A/N: AHAHA SORRY AGAIN THAT IS ALL I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT Y/N WITH GLASSES. This happened to me one too many times and I am literally blind without them so I wanted to incorporate it here. Please carry on with the story now ok byeee.]
Your eyes widened as they met a familiar ombre ones that you once absolutely adored. His beautiful scars had aged and almost coloured his pale skin grey. He had recent ones too, you noticed, from the thin bandage below his chin. He was wearing a think brown coat that almost mimiced the colour of his curly hair, once a bright chestnut, now a dark wood shade. He looked as tired as you had remembered him.
"Remus?", you whispered and thought he couldn't hear it, but he did, for his gaze softened as he heard his name slip through your lips. He managed a small smile, while his eyes still crinkling up. One of his features you also adored back in the day.
You quickly stood up, dusting yourself. Remus stood up slow and tall, despite the weight of the 2 hardcover books and a few tied parchments he was holding.
"What are you doing here?," he spoke softly as if he was afraid he was going to wake up the ghosts.
"I- well- I've- wait, what are you doing here?", you asked back, confused, pressing on your flushed nose once again.
"I uh- sorry about that," he gestured to your nose as you looked down at your clutching hand and retrieved it. "I was just coming out from Dumbledore's office. Oh- I teach here now."
"Blimey, really?"
He chuckled. "Is that surprising?". You nodded quickly. Ofcourse, you weren't surprised. He was the best student at Hogwarts at your time. You were glad that he was finally able to do what he had once told you he wanted to. You were happy. Well, almost happy. You then found a small pit of anger building up in your stomach and you fought from your eyebrows to furrow, unsuccessfully.
"Besides, Y/N, I can never get a stable job. I would never be able to take care of you- of US, with my condition-"
"You don't have to take care of me with your money, Lupin, I can get a good job too and then that would only be a part of our lives, what is important is we would be together!"
"NO, you don't understand how serious this is, we are not kids anymore. Turns out we are two railroads that simply do not meet."
Remus notices a discomfort in your expression and shifts slightly. You snap back from your thoughts and finally add quickly, "Oh, no, not at all. I'm happy for you."
"Thank you," there was an uncertain pause as you waited, contemplating how you would leave this situation, and then he spoke again, "Y/N?" Your name on his lips sounded painfully warm. "Where were you?"
He didn't have to say more. You didn't have to wonder if he looked for you. You knew the answer, he didn't. You wrote to him several times after your breakup when you were still in England but he never wrote back. He would never write to you to inquire where or how you were when you were in the States either. And now he asks you this as though he was gravely concerned about you the whole time? The nerve of this man.
"Um, the United States. Studying and practicing Law." you nodded, matter-of-factly.
"That's really nice. I am glad. Hey, do you wanna-"
"Look, Remus, I am sorry, it was a nice little catch-up but I came here to meet Dumbledore and I should get going. See you soon?". His eyes fell and eyebrows slightly arched, as if he questioned if you did in fact wanted to see him soon. And rightfully so. You didn't. You wanted to get out of there quickly before you got visibly angry. Your blood tinged across your nostrils and the ends of your eyes as you managed a quick smile.
"Uh, yeah, sure. See you around," he spoke so softly it was almost a mumble. Just when you began to walk again, he called you to look back at him.
"Y/N?" he paused. "It is good to see you," A genuine smile drew across his face. Your cheeks flushed at the sight in front of you and the remark. You thought this smile would now mean nothing to you. You spent 12 years reassuring that it had meant nothing to you, that you were past having butterflies when your eyes met his or when you watched him laugh at a stupid little joke you had made. You thought you were over him, but here you were, dead in your tracks, gazing at this man who was still as charming as he was when you had first met him. You weakly smiled and nodded just once, forcing yourself to look away from his eyes. Before you could be encircled with more emotion, you turned around and sprinted.
Remus' smile faded as he stared at your retreating figure in the corridor. Although there was never much emotion in his defeated eyes, they softly lightend up as he began to once again sense a longingness in him that he remembered as familiar from all those years ago.
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A/N: YAY that was part 1 guys!!! Now I am not sure yet if there will be a part 2, but I really want Y/N here to meet with her long lost bestie, Sirius. and also, I need space to establish a stronger reason for Remus to break up with y/n all those years ago. All that, I would like to explore SO UHM YEAH THERE WILL BE A PART 2??? But nevertheless, let me know if I should go ahead with it or just drop it here(I mostly will not though hehe).
ALSO I MADE SOMETHING FOR THIS FIC! the picture that lily takes of y/n and remus at the bookstore! I found the picture on Pinterest here. and then I edited it to look like a polaroid, with lily's and Sirius' writing on it. IT WAS SUCH A CUTE THING TO MAKEEEE.
Oh anddd the reader being a lawyer is inspired by two things. One, this fic I read yesterday. Absolutely beautiful. And the other, I recently finished my law exams, specialising in Cyber laws. I'm beyond excited for the results although the exams were dreadful. ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR READING!! Take care and bye until next time <3
OKAY BUT thoughts on mc distracting gamer!Peter from his game and he loses, so he overstims her with one end of his joystick?! which comes off as a total surprise because she thinks he'd be soft with her? 😳
Notsfw (sorry this was a little rushed)
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? My pretty girl. You should see yourself right now.”
She laid on her back, gripping onto Peter’s forearm as her hips thrusted up pathetically. The full sensation of shock was drowned out from Peter’s sudden energy burst that morphed into pleasure. She didn’t remember what she thought his reaction would be like when she first made him lose his game, but certainly didn’t expect this.
She blinked, feeling a few tears run down her face as she huffed, the joystick still vibrating.
Her orgasm came fast and hard, but Peter showed no sighs of stopping — only groaning out loud when he momentarily pulled out the controller, looking at how it shined from her cum before dragging it on her slit again.
“All for me, huh?” He grinned, thrusting it back inside her. She gasped, whining and squirming away from Peter’s unrelenting pace — adamant and unyielding.
She tried to push his hand away; face turned to hide into his arm. However, this caused a flicker of annoyance to flash across his face as Peter gripped her jaw with his free hand and guided her to face him while increasing his speed. He looked over for any signs of discomfort, waiting for her to tell him to stop, but was meet with soft moans and pants.
“Where are you running from?” He said, leaning down to cage her and pinned her down to the bed. His lips grazed her ear as he spoke lowly, amusement laced in his voice. “I thought you wanted to play.”
THOUGHTS OH WHAT BASSIST!REMUS AT THE MET GALA WOULD DRESS UP LIKE?!?!?
I am SCREAMING, SHAKING, CRYING, VOMITING - MY BRAIN BUFFERED WHEN I SAW THIS IN MY INBOX AHHHH! (should I write an imagine about him taking you / MC as his date? Omg - if u have ideas send them in)
Not gonna lie, I couldn’t find any photos of how I imagined he would dress like because
Men’s fashion fucking sucks
I was flooded with basic black and white suits
So I apologize there’s no visuals :/. god if someone wants to submit pics in for met gala!remus outfits please
anyway, with his shyer nature, remus would rather have the spotlight be on the rest of the band or go for something a little more simple - especially if it was his first time going - something like a classic all black suit. I don't think he'd go over the top. However, bassist!remus is 10x more confident than canon!remus so he'd be comfortable showing skin. instead of a higher neckline, maybe he'd wear suits that have a plunged neckline that shows off his chest. I bet you he'd wear a bunch of necklaces, rings, etc.
He'd go for black, earthy tones: brown, greens, beige with the occasional reds and silver. he’d often wear oversized jackets on top. if we’re taking into consideration that softer, dorky librarian / professor vibe he has, I think THIS would be in his calibre. but not for the met - like on a vogue cover or some shit. And why do I get the feeling that the Marauders would force him match with them 😭 fucking James would try to put them all in those Gucci suits while Sirius wants something more camp.
Random thought - if there was a royalty type of theme, Remus would look like a fucking prince and fit the theme. god I wish I had a photo to link so we cold visualize it together!
OKAY OKAY I AM SCREECHING THIS IS PERFECT. BASSIST!REMUS IN DEEP NECKLINE SUIT SHOWING SKIN and wearing JEWELRY??? this opened me up to a WHOLE new universe of imagines im- 😵🤲
I could think of something like this. (MAYBE not at the Met Gala but at, like, THE GRAMMYS? )
Or this.
OR THIS OMFG.
But yeah some of them might be better on a magazine cover.
ALSO THE MARAUDERS AS ROCKSTARS wearing almost matching fits WALKING A RED CARPET??!?!?!? PLEASE 🙏 I wOULD SELL MYSEf to see that live.
And yes, Remus is a freakin prince. No debate there.
GUYS YOU'LL KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT IF YOU READ THIS AUTHOR'S MOVE ME, BABY! SERIES and if you have not already read it, you are missing THE F OUT.
IM sorry for all the caps lol it's like I woke up from the dead upon reading this response to the ask from her. THANK YOU, AVA 💖
Stupid headcanon: the popular childerns muggle book, The Tale of Peter Rabbit, was written by James Potter about Peter and the rest of his friends. But he used the pen name, Beatrix Potter. He wrote it with the intention of having more bed time stories to read with Harry.
Your honor. It's true that a first glance at the evidence would suggest my client was responsible. But let's look a little further, shall we?
I have here a reverse image search for the crime scene as well as my client's photo.
And if you look closely at the results...
The blogs and dates don't match.
My client has been framed!
And why? Because their iconic "mischievous smile" makes for a funnier post, of course. But nothing, not even Tumblr notes, is more important than the truth!
I present to you: The original unaltered post and the true culprit!
NOTES: This was written after THIS conversation with @lupinbrekker. Big thanks to her! Secondly, this is going to be a mini series. Also, I apologize, this is kinda choppy.
USERNAME GUIDE
Me — refers to the owner of the phone
ie. Y/N is 'Me' for her POVs
CHAPTER 1 | You Set My Soul Alight
The music was loud.
The harps played ascending scales while the strings melody was accompanied by a series of pizzicato and brass. She danced, launching into several dizzying spins. Again and again, then again. Each spin was punctuated by sharp twists and turns. But despite the precision, there’s naivete to her movements.
The academy director was nearly drowned out by the music as she yelled, nit-picking every imperceptible maneuver before giving much-needed advice to improve. However, there’s no room for errors as a definite vulnerability commands her. The demanding repertoire, the emotional range she’s forced into, from innocence to deceptiveness, isolates her from the world outside of dance. Her sole concentration was on personifying both identities, letting them consume her.
Fear tinged with melancholy. That’s the role of the White Swan.
The music jumps, suspension laced in rapid, sinister notes. It cuts away from the once soft lullaby into something dangerous. The clashing crescendos boom and it sends goosebumps up her spine as she twirls.
But seduction variegated with imprecision, letting evil monopolize you. That’s the role of the Black Swan.
“Excellent!” The director, McGonagall, applauded as Y/N came to a halt, panting. She took a moment to recollect herself, snapping out of the persona while glancing up to the director through the series of long glassless mirrors that stretched out for miles.
The room was filled with several ballerinas; all envious of her. Her role. The Swan queen.
The Royal Ballet was not for the faint of heart to attend. Notoriously difficult, only those who can devote themselves entirely can make it. One mistake, something that may be out of your control, and you’ll be asked to leave. Perfection was the prerequisite — to be able to mould their body at will was a necessity in their line of work. Strong joints, strong feet, good bones and an even stronger psyche.
The countless hours in the dance studio, the blisters, calluses, broken nails and sprained ankles or stress fractures eventually paid off. Now, as the face — the leading role in arguably the most anticipated, well-known ballets in history; she couldn’t have been more proud.
But she could never stay comfortable for too long.
“That’s a wrap! Make sure to get some rest and stretch. I’ll see you all Monday!” McGonagall exclaimed. Before leaving, she turned on her heels, tapping her shoulder on the way out. “Exceptional job as always.”
She could only smile, nodding as she tried to even out her breathing. Praises from McGonagall were monumental victories. However strict, pushing each dancer to their limits, the director never failed to have a soft edge. “Thank you.”
McGonagall gave a curt nod as she hiked her bag to sit higher on her shoulder and left, an air of elegance surrounding her.
“Nice job!” Dorcas shouted. As a fellow ballerina, Dorcas was arguably one of the most polished dancers in their program. She was bent over, stretching out her long legs. Her skin often reminded her of the dark topaz earrings McGonagall often wore; gleaming stone brown. A light pink headscarf was wrapped around her head to match her attire. “Practicing is paying off.”
“Have you seen yourself? Your work is incredible!”
Dorcas beamed dazzlingly.
Turning on her heel and stalking over to her cramped dressing room, a satisfied smile was cemented on Y/N’s face the moment she entered. Within seconds, she dropped back, sinking into the soft chair as she removed her pointe shoes; admiring them for a moment before slipping them inside her bag. With the opening of a box of new bandages, nearly wrapping her foot in them.
With her coat and bag ready to leave, she wandered to Dorcas’ dressing room, however, she was with a tall blond woman which she immediately recognized as her partner. She’d seen her a couple of times. Marlene, was it? To avoid interfering, she left without a word. There will always be tomorrow.
Stepping into the lift, she pressed the lobby button and relaxed against the railings. Even in her bright mood, a moment for relaxation was much needed, especially after such a vigorous practice. But at least she had the volition of doing what she pleased until James’ gig tonight.
Emerging from the building, a small smile tugged at her lips, breathing in the cool, autumn air. Even the sun was still shining — always a plus for London.
The bus was there, jerking to a halt as the doors slid open. Quickly paying, she sat down on the closest seat, eager for her feet to rest. Outside the ballet studio, her face was plastered on a dozen posters, promoting the premiere date for the upcoming ballet. Royal Opera House, December seventh — nearly three months until she was to make her debut as the Swan Queen.
Three months seemed lightyears away, plenty of time to prepare, but she knew better than that. It caused a spike in anxiety.
As the bus began to move, platform whisking by, she slipped out her phone: ten text messages waiting to be read.
[4:23 PM]
Lily: hey
Lily: practice alright?
Me: fine
Me: really tired
Lily: aw :(
Lily: you’ve been putting in so much work. it’ll be worth it, i know it!
She felt herself grin at that.
Me: thanks. i really needed that
Lily: of course!
Lily: you still coming over? i can just tell james you’re tired. he’ll understand
Me: i would never miss it
Me: on the bus rn.
Me: need to go back home first
Me: be there in 1 / 2 hours?
Lily: OK ttyl xx be safe!
The next overwhelming text was, unsurprisingly, from James, her childhood best friend.
[4:29 PM]
James: hey
James: i’m bored
James: loml lily is busy and ur my friend for a reason
James: give me attention
James: r u coming tonite?
James: i’m picking up chinese. enough for all of us
James: holy shit! srry! lily told me ur at practice
She tutted indulgently before responding.
Me: ur so clingy omg lol
Not even a second after the message was sent, she watched as a thought bubble with three dots appeared near the bottom of the screen. Laughing inwardly, she wondered how Lily was able to handle James so well.
James: ; )
James: [sent a photo]
A photo of James with an animal filter came to view with the text, ‘u still luv me.’
Me: anyway yeah ofc i’m coming! can’t wait.
The rest of the journey home she watched as the surroundings whipped past. It was always fascinating, watching everyone all live their own lives. Mothers and fathers with their children; couples, young and old, walked in and out of shops, teens smoked in back alleys and parks, dogs chased squirrels and stalls sold exotic fruits, looking for their next paycheck.
She dug through her bag, pulled out her earphones and blasted classical music; Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake. Her fingers subconsciously moved as she envisioned the choreography.
Her phone buzzed again.
James: so excited! my skills are going to blow u away
James: !!! ur gonna meet my friends! gonna love them!
After a few more stops, she exited, walking over and entered her alcove studio flat.
With a quick shower to get off the layer of sweat from practice, she dug through her closet, rifling through multiple outfits until settling on an emerald green dress paired with jewelry that she borrowed (stole) from Lily. With any finishing touches, she grabbed her bag, keys and left.
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Lily and James’ shared detached house was beautiful. It was made of brick, a cozy house with a warm atmosphere.
With the frequency of her visits, Y/N let herself in, having her own fob for the doors. She dropped her bag on the nearby table, kicked off her shoes before wincing slightly in pain and wandered into the living room. James’ old metals from being a retired rugby player lined the walls in a glass case, along with a few trophies with Lily’s name embedded into gold plaques. Connected was the kitchen. The walls were a light green, contrasting with the soft wooden cabinets and drawers. There was an island, the tops made of marble, colour identical to the walls. Light poured in, and on the table, steam rose from the nearby kettle as three mugs of tea and a teaspoon were on crocheted placemats.
Sitting down, she wondered where James and Lily were until a loud wolf-whistled caught her attention. She peered up with a large smile as Lily peered in from the doorway. “Hello!” She greeted, sitting beside her, passing her a large purple mug.
“Feeling okay?” Lily asked, rubbing a supportive hand on her shoulder. “It sucks, I know. But you’ll do beautifully.”
Lily had once attended the same ballet academy a few years ago until deciding to pursue a teaching career. She was grateful for her time, leading her to meet her and James and the opportunities she had, but like many other ballerinas, became disinterested.
She only hummed in response, holding out her mug and clinked it against Lily’s mug. “Cheers. Mmh — where’s James?”
“I’m here!” He called, rushing in with his hands raised, carrying several bags of takeout. James threw them both a pair of wooden chopsticks opening each dish as he sat down excitedly. His hair was wet, no doubt having just showered.
After founding a band a few years ago, only building a substantial following after one of their latest songs on Spotify reached over fifty thousand streams, not only were they signed to an actual music company, but they were invited for their biggest gig yet, playing at a music venue as it’s opening act. And it was to be televised.
And unexpectedly, James was nervous. From his voice jumping a few pitches higher than normal and leg bouncing repeatedly at the table, unable to sit still, it was blatant.
“How do I look?” He asked, gesturing to his outfit as Lily stole food from his plate.
“I think you look dashing,” Lily teased, sending a playful wink which had him puffing his chest out proudly, enjoying the praise. Lily kissed his cheek, sealing in the pride.
She only winked, her way of agreeing with Lily.
In a matter of minutes, James managed to engulf his entire plate, downing his tea and stood. He glanced at the clock that hung above the doorway. Within seconds, all the warmth in his face seemed to dissipate as he yanked on his hair out of habit. “Right! Uh — I’ve got to get ready!”
He pushed himself up, dashing out the door and they could hear his footsteps rushing up the stairs.
“He doesn’t look too good,” she whispered.
“I know, the poor thing’s terrified,” replied Lily. Then, her friend stood, taking their mugs and dishes and placing them into the sink. “I’m going to start getting dressed too. Help me with my hair?”
Agreeing, she followed Lily upstairs, waiting in a spare bedroom as she showered, coming in once she heard her name being called.
Grabbing a blow dryer and hair products, Y/N sat Lily down, facing the large mirror in their bathroom and began to work.
“Do you know what songs they’re playing?” She questioned, twirling a hairdryer comb, styling her hair to look similar to Farrah Fawcett.
“Few originals, few covers.”
In Lily’s hands, a hand-held mirror in one, the other with liquid eyeliner as she tried to steady fix her makeup. Y/N made sure to avoid bumping into her hand as much as she could as she continued to primp her hair.
“We’re going to a pub later — the one by Endell Street. You got to come.” She turned around in her seat, shaking her arms. “Please, please, please, please!”
She could only roll her eyes as Lily cheered.
“Besides,” she continued, “There might be someone that’ll catch your eye. Maybe even fancy a bit?”
“Fancy?” She took a moment to chuckle, clicking off the hairdryer and rested her chin on Lily’s head, marvelling at her work in the mirror in front. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“I never said relationship! A quick shag will do!” Lily winked. “You never know who you’ll meet either. I reckon Sirius misses you.”
She groaned. “I forgot he was in the fucking band!”
It wasn’t James’ fault nor Lily’s that she forgot. Really, she tried to forget about Sirius Black since their… awkward date. She didn’t know if it should’ve been considered a date or just a really awful get-together. Neither were serious about their relationship, maybe more so her rather than Sirius.
They meet after she dropped James off at the motorcycle shop Sirius owned. He was quite the flirt, winking at every man or woman that passed by and even asked her on a date, that was until James delivered a sharp slap to the back of his head. The main problem was that they did have something there, but it just never fell through. While certainly nice and attractive, they left on an awkward note and she cringed thinking about it.
“You both are adults. Nothing to worry about. Besides, I’m sure sucking him off would make up for —”
“Evans!” “Joking! Joking.”
A series of footsteps descended closer to the bathroom. James drummed his fingers against the door frame, a large yet nervous smile plastered on. “Ready to rock and roll?!”
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The outdoor venue was filled with an eager crowd. Some wore VIP wristbands, others had glow sticks while she and Lily held drinks, sipping on them casually. The burning sensation in her throat helped to loosen her up as she scanned the audience. They were close to the stage, thankfully a small railing managed to separate them from the pushing crowd.
They arrived a bit earlier for a soundcheck yet despite this, she had still yet to meet the rest of James’ band and the idea of seeing Sirius again became less daunting and humiliating.
“I’ve gotta go,” James chirped quickly, pressing a loving kiss to the crown of Lily’s head as she pushed him away teasingly, her tongue sticking out in fake disgust. “I’ll see you two later! Have fun, be safe!”
They watched him weave through the crowd, a messy mop of hair disappearing instantly. Y/N was already two drinks in, wishing she brought a jacket as she shivered slightly.
The ghost of an incomplete moon loomed over the stage as the stars began to peek out from the brilliant shade of orange and pinks settling, a navy blue threatening to spill across.
She and Lily stuck close, both laughing until loud cheers erupted. They strained their necks a little, to get a better look as they clapped and shouted once James stepped out onto the stage.
And he must’ve heard as he snapped his fingers in their direction.
With a cough, James spoke into the microphone as the rest of the band took their positions, picking up their instruments gingerly. James’ fingers slid up and down the metal strings of his electric guitar, presumably for support. “How’s everyone doing tonight?”
The crowd screamed.
She spotted Sirius instantly as he stood front and centre of the stage. He wore black ripped jeans and a leather jacket. Although, his chest was free from the confinements from a shirt underneath to showcase his intricate tattoos that ran up and down his body.
Shame they got off to such a start, he was quite fit.
The boy on the drums was on the shorter end and had mousy light brown hair, too busy setting up the drums to his liking as he rolled back his shoulders.
“Thank you for having us! We’re The Marauders!” Sirius said next, a smirk dangling on his lips while he pushed back his silk black hair. “We hope that you enjoy the show!”
Finally, her eyes were drawn to the figure on the left side of the stage. He was a mess of honey brown curls, nodded his head along as Sirius spoke. He didn’t speak despite having a microphone placed directly in front of him. He merely waved, seeming almost apologetic as his eyes cast downwards, only to peer up to the crowd. There was a burning determination that seemed to radiate off of him. Even from where she stood, she could feel it roll off in waves.
Easily, of a slimmer build, he was the tallest out of every member of the band. His large hands nearly engulfed the fretboard of the large bass he was handling; fingers long and slender, wrist boney and veins protruded perfectly against his skin as they disappeared beyond the light jacket he wore.
How and where did James manage to wrangle up some of the most attractive people she had ever seen before?
Then, they started to play.
The Marauders were good — great — but she didn’t expect anything less and arguably, they were better live. Sirius stole the crowd's attention with his voice, silky and smooth while James sounded huskier than what she heard in the studio version.
They belted out lyrics and the vibrations from the music managed to shake her heart.
Their last song was a cover of Muse’s Supermassive Black Hole. It started powerfully, however it was pitched down and was a beat slower than the original version. The bass was more prominent, taking over a lot more of the melody. The thick and deep tone was enthralling.
But what truly grasped her attention wasn’t Sirius’ voice and charming persona, the impressive drummer nor James signing the backup vocals, but it was the other deep voice that sung along, ten folds more prominent compared to the other songs.
“Glaciers melting in the dead of night…”
Yet again, it was the bassist. His voice was low, raspy and rougher around the edges but still smooth.
“And the superstars sucked into the super massive —”
And fuck. His voice and long fingers working the guitar grew more appealing by the second.
The bassist’s face lit up after completing a particularly difficult section; fingers having a mind of their own. He bit his lip slightly, wetting them. Once the song cut to the next verse, he shifted to grasp his water bottle off one of the speakers as he drank, Adam's apple bobbing slightly as she noticed the thin layer of sweat on his face.
It may have been autumn, but suddenly it felt like the middle of summer as if she’d been transported to the 1976 Isles heat wave.
And by chance, a beautiful chance, he opened his eyes, catching her stare. He continued to sing before leaning away from the microphone, smirking shyly, yet coyly at her; a blush to his face. He closed his eyes, tipping his head back before nodding along with the music.
Her mouth went bone dry.
“Lily?” She rasped, watching as the mysterious man joined the main vocals on the final chorus.
“You set my soul alight —”
Fucking hell.
“Yeah?”
“Do you know who the bassist is?”
Lily turned her attention away from James reluctantly. “Huh? Uh — oh! That’s Remus Lupin!”
YES YESSS FUCKING YESSSS QUEEN IT'S A WHOLE MINI SERIES??? WHAT DID WE DO TO DESERVE THIS AHHHH!!! I would let bassist Remus rip me apart idc
I have been blasting Supermassive Black Hole for the past few nights AND HERE YOU ARE MAKING THE FREAKING MARAUDERS SING THEM OKAY LIKE DO I NEED ANYTHING ELSE FROM THIS LIFE I'M LOSING ITTTT
Ava. You. You are a goddamn blessing. CAN'T WAIT for sexy time in the coming chapters👀🤫 THANKS FOR THIS GIFT TO HUMANKIND 🤲
