Summary: You hide your allergy to make Remus happy.
Pairing: wolfstar x reader
Warnings/tags: minors DNI, fem!reader, no use of y/n, allergies, English is not my first language.
A/N: I wrote it fully in one sitting, and it has the biggest word count of all my works. I've reached the flow state here
P.S. Wanted to tag the user who asked about more wolfstar, but they'd asked anonymously( Sorry it took that long, hope you see it😓
For Remus's birthday, you and Sirius gave him flowers. Well, not exactly ordinary flowers. Three modest orchid leaves protruded from a large, painted pot, but even just by looking at them, Remus immediately recognized what you'd given him.
Your boyfriend was jumping from happiness, as if you'd given him a castle in Scotland. This orchid—the name too long and difficult to remember—was so rare that even Professor Sprout's greenhouse didn't have a living specimen, only dried petals. Remus had dreamed of this plant ever since he saw it in a botany book. And you and Sirius, of course, had no choice but to obtain this wonder for the love of your life.
And so, after scouring Diagon Alley, Carkitt Market, and even a couple of shady dark streets, you found a supplier (we won't even mention the financial implications of this).
Remus nurtured his orchid like his own child. For months, he watched its growth, repotted it, constantly mixed in some fertilizers. Sirius and you weren't exactly botanists, but what did it matter if Moony was happy?
In the end, his efforts were not in vain: the orchid sprouted a thick, sturdy stem and began to flower. So, one day, you woke up from shaking. Disheveled and still rumpled from sleep, Remus shook your shoulders and then Siri's. Pads yawned widely and grimaced with displeasure.
"It's blooming!! It's blooming!!" Remus exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly, waking James across the room.
"Who? Where?" You babbled sleepily, but the pot was already right in front of your face. You and Sirius sat up in bed across from Moony, gazing at the plant.
The buds unfurled their delicate, snow-white petals, which in their whimsical shape, unfolded into wings. The flowers swayed and flapped those "wings," as if in flight.
"Oh, Merlin, I see why it's so special," Pads whispered in amusement.
A delicate, fragrant aroma touched your nose, more beautiful than expensive perfume. Enchanted, you reached out to touch the fringed petals, but hesitated, clenching your fingers into a fist.
"Congrats! You did it! It's entirely your doing, love."
"Duh! You were paying more attention to it than to me," Siri playfully pouted.
Over the next few hours, half the dorm gathered to admire this botanical wonder, gazing at the strange flutter of the bird-like flowers. When excitement died down, the plant took proud place on the boys' window.
At first, everything was normal. For a few days after the bloom, you could chalk up the symptoms to something random, like your throat was sore from the chill outside, or your eyes watering from reading late in the dim light. But things only got worse, and with a heavy dread, you realized you were allergic to the orchid.
So what should you do now? Tell Remus? He'd worked so hard for so long, nurturing his plant with care and hope for a miracle! You came to the only right decision: simply wait for it to stop blooming period on its own. Your allergies were annoying, but not fatal.
At first, you relied on a potion you made yourself; it alleviated the symptoms, but the effect didn't last long. Soon, red, itchy spots appeared on your arms, which you hid with long sleeves. You had to find excuses to spend less time in your boyfriends' room, as even 10 minutes there triggered headaches and fatigue. The wonderful aroma turned into a bitter stench to you. But, as it turned out, you weren't safe even far from the dorms. When your nose was so stuffy it was hard to breathe, and you sneezed every five minutes, the potion provided much-needed relief.
Staying until the end of class was torture. Running around the corner of the hallway, you uncorked a small vial from the depths of your bag with trembling hands and downed the contents in one gulp. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exh-
You jumped in fright, almost dropping the glass bottle. Sirius looked down at you from his own height, arms crossed over his chest, leaning on the corner.
You clutched your heart dramatically, looking away.
"Later, baby, I promise. Now, what's the matter with you?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, and one unruly curl fell across his forehead.
You blushed to the tips of your ears, fully aware that Pads wouldn't let go.
"You can't tell this to anyone. Do you understand?"
Squinting at you suspiciously, he leaned closer conspiratorially. "Even Remus?"
"Especially Remus!!" You whisper-yelled. "I... I am a little bit—kind of—maybe—probably—slightly allergic to his orchid..."
He frowned, "Why didn't you say anything sooner?!"
"Why? So Moony would get upset and rashly cut off the fruits of his hard work? I can wait a week or two until the flowers dry!"
Your argument didn't seem so absurd to Sirius now, at least he didnt say anything. Silent for a moment, Pads was simply looking you up and down. You could hear the cogs turning in his head.
"So that's why you've been sleeping in your room these days?" He guessed, almost offended. "You still have to tell him," Siri insisted, less confidently.
"Pads, it's just a runny nose," you downplayed, of course, but it didn't seem worthy of his attention. "I'll put up with it for a couple of days, but think about how happy Remus is. I can't take this away from him."
His shoulders slumped. Running out of other arguments, you took advantage of the pause, finishing the poor guy off with one last blow. Rising up on your toes, you cupped his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his.
"I promise, I'm fine," you whispered into the kiss, leaving Sirius helpless to decide what was best for both of his partners.
You thought you were managing everything well. Sirius remained silent, as you had agreed, though the dirty looks he occasionally threw you seemed all too obvious. But the hardest thing to hide was your sneezing.
Curled up in an armchair by the common room fireplace, you pinched your nose with your fingers and shuddered with a sneeze. Usually, it was almost soundless, but in the silence with just the three of you, it was impossible to go unnoticed.
"Sunny, it's the sixth time in the last fifteen minutes, are you okay?" Remus put his book down, looking at you with concern. Sirius's head, resting on his hip, shook the mop of curly hair, turning in your direction.
"What are you doing out there alone anyway? C'mere!" He outstretched his arms, inviting you to the embrace, and at that moment your heart sank with longing and love. You had no choice but to refuse. Their clothes, saturated with pollen from the days the plant was blooming, smelled as strong as the flowers themselves.
"No, I'm... I'm probably sick, I don't want you to get sick too."
Siri's smile vanished, and he looked at you almost sternly, which was a little frightening for him.
"Are you going to tell him, or am I going to tell?"
"Sirius!" You rolled your eyes.
"Tell me what?" Remus tensed, his frightened gaze shifting from you, limp and ill in the chair, to Sirius, uncharacteristically stern and serious.
"This is just ridiculous, you can't do this."
"No, don't te-" your words were interrupted by a sharp tickle in your nose. Your sneeze, loud and dramatic this time, echoed throughout the room. It sent a headache shooting through your temples, and you winced in pain. Your eyes were watery and red.
Remus stood up from the couch, gently lifting Sirius's head to slide out, and came close to you.
"Are you really sick?" He squatted down in front of your chair, gently touching your forehead with the back of his hand.
Looking you dead in the eyes, Sirius said, "It's an allergy."
"Allergy? To what? For fuck's sake, please! What's going on?" Remus's worried and agitated look shamed you as much as Siri's. You took a deep breath and whispered.
You bit your lip, looking up at Moony's puzzled expression with teary eyes.
"I'm so sorry," you sniffed. "B-but I'm all- *sneeze* right! I'm all right! Don't cut the flowers!"
Sirius got up and silently joined Rem on the floor by your armchair. For a while, neither of you spoke.
"So," Remus's voice was even, frighteningly so, "you didn't tell me because you didn't want me to be sad about having to cut the flowers. And you," he turned to Sirius, "knew it and kept quiet."
The emotion on his face was unclear to both of you. He was either angry, or touched, or suppressing a smile. Without further explanation, he stood up, picked up the scissors from his desk, and headed up the stairs to the dorm.
Sirius and you hurried after him, shouting over each other in an argument that was inaudible in the cacophony of voices. The door to the room swung open as Remus, without breaking stride, headed for the windowsill. Peter nearly fell out of bed, James winced, pulling the blanket over his bare torso, Sirius argued, and you sneezed and coughed, matching his stubbornness in your verbal battle. And when time slowed to the point where the sharp tips of the scissors approached the fluttering birds, the blades removed only pollen-laden stamens, one by one.
"Now it won't produce any pollen."
The stunned silence was broken only by your sneeze.
"What just happened?" James's question went ignored.
"So you won't have to trim the flowers?" You mumbled, matching the confusion on Siri's face.
The three of you went back down to the common room, where you, pale and dizzy, were seated on the sofa. With a wave of his wand, Remus cleared invisible pollen particles from each of you in turn, and breathing immediately became easier.
"No, just trimming the stamens will be enough," Moony shook his head, handing you a clean handkerchief. "We'll need to do a wet cleaning and wash your clothes and linens, then you should feel better... You should've told me sooner though, sunny." The last part sounded without reproach, but he looked sad.
"I told her! I told her so, and she shut me up by casting some cruel spell!"
"I just kissed you!" *sneeze*
"... a love spell, Moony!"
He laughed out loud, kissing your forehead, then Siri's.
"You both are idiots. I have no words for your stupidity," you frowned like two guilty kittens. Rem added, "But I must admit, I'm touched by your self-restraint, Sunny."
"You're not mad?" You asked, snuggling deeper into the blanket Sirius had wrapped around you like a burrito.
"Of course not. And you know, if I had to, I'd cut that orchid down to the ground without a second thought," he admitted.
Sirius sighed with relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "Do you want anything, lovely? A cup of tea? A book?"
You smiled gratefully at the two of them, "Some cuddling *sneeze* would help a lot."
