Imagine, if you will, being a maledictus in the Harry Potter universe and falling in love with Remus.
Being completely accepted by the Marauders because "Hey, our best mate is a werewolf, you think we'd care?"
Running around with them as an animal and getting into mischief depending on what animal you can turn into
After years of feeling cursed and being treated like a lesser being, you finally have the acceptance and friendship you desperately wanted
You never had to go through the long process of becoming an animagus and you're able to join Remus while he's transformed
Eventually you fall desperately in love with him because of your shared feelings of being cursed and rejected by the wizarding society
As much as you both love the other boys, the two of you share a special bond and understanding that none of the others will ever get
Even through the darkest times, when you've both lost everything, you still have each other
But then, as you get older, you have more and more difficulty with the transformation
Transforming into your animal form is easy, but it gets harder to transform back every time
Waking up alongside Remus only to find that you unknowingly became your animal form in the middle of the night and it takes great effort to become you again
Breaking down because it's not fun anymore and you're terrified of losing your mind
Remus telling you he'll always love you no matter what and that it'll be okay
Him comforting you and always holding you tightly, even as an animal
And then one day you're gone
What was once you, his loving partner, is replaced forever by an animal
But he keeps his promise
He takes care of you and never lets you go, always keeping you close
Everyone just assumes that Remus has a weird pet that he seems way too attached to, but he knows
He knows it's you, even if you can't speak and even if your mind is gone
And, despite everything, you still love him too, in your own way
He's still the same reliable and caring man and you adore him for it
You're happy by his side and, just like he said, everything is okay
But now, as the transformation is permanent and your thoughts are those of the animal you've become
the spiderman au™ has been developing in my mind ever since i posted about it and my favorite aspect of spiderman as a character is that he never loses his personality by being a superhero and i love the daily bugle storyline and applying that to marauders au
James working a newspaper job where he takes photos and Sirius wanders in working freelance for them, the newspaper being right next to a record/music store where remus and regulus work, but coincidentally Regulus and James attend the same college so James has to grapple falling in love with the hot record store cashier AND being spiderman, while Sirius and Remus have their own wolfstar activities. Sirius being the only one who knows exactly what being Spider-Man (Spider-Sun?) takes until Regulus has his suspicions (Regulus obviously is only taking interest in james because he thinks james is spiderman, obviously!!!)
YES! absolutly, this took me some time but I hope you dont mind.
Also this is super long, like 3.7k long..
Remus Lupin NSFW Alphabet
Reader: GN
Warning: smut, pure smut. NOT EDITED
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
I feel like he worries too much so he’s definitely scared that you didn’t like it or something- “was there anything I did wrong? Or how can I improve?” (He doesn’t actually realize that you’re having the time of your life and he’s literally a sex god). His aftercare is really sweet though, he brings you honey tea- (imagine, aftercare during the sunrise and he’s just opened the curtains and you’re set up in his t-shirt with a steaming mug in your hands while an orange glow invades you both). And he usually gets you snacks and then cuddles you gently. If you have a quickie he’ll be very touchy and always whispering in your ear.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
On himself he loves his eyes, they’re a chocolate brown and he always enjoys the compliment you give (such as “I can literally get lost in those eyes of your” or “they look like honey) has his heart beating like crazy), he also loves the deep brown because it reminds him of his favourite sweet.
He loves all of you, but if he had to choose a favourite it would probably be your hands and wrists. They’re always so soft and he likes to trace the likes on your palm. He especially loves to hold them and run his thing along the back of your hand. Then, of course, there are the times when you jerk him off and he’s absolutely mesmerized by the small state of them. Then once more when you’re using them to grip at his shoulders and back as he fucks you raw.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He prefers to use a condom, but his pull out game is unimaginable. If it’s a quickie he would prefer to cum in your mouth or chest, but he doesn’t mind (actually finds it amusing) watching his cum lead down your back. Though he enjoys when you cum around his cock, because he loves the grip and the way you shiver against him. On the odd occasion, he would cream pie you but it's a once in a year type of thing, more of a special occasion such as your birthday.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
The first time you guys ever made out was at a Gryffindor party after they won against Slytherin. You were straddling his lap and practically grinding on him as you literally devoured his mouth, both of you drunk and just barely high enough to see straight. He creamed his pants, groaned but played it off, then once you had your fill and sat down beside him he had to act sane with cum in his pants. He was ridiculed and embarrassed, his face flushed the whole night as he kept sharing glances towards you. You had no clue and just thought he was sharing loving looks that night. Remus will die before he admits what happened to him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He actually hadn’t been with anyone intimately before, of course, he has his own experience with his body but he’s a learning process with others. He doesn’t know much of anything and just listens to reactions, he was quite obedient the first few times and tried to get to know your body. He was given a few hands by some enriched girls but that’s really it, made out with a few of his friends during a drunk spin the bottle (or.. a few times).
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
He’s more of a loving guy before a fuck guy, he enjoys intimacy and being close. His favourite is missionary just because he can watch your face and this gives you the best leverage to run your nails down his back. Revere cowgirls get him going as well, usually, if he’s feeling tired and stressed and just needs to blow off some steam and watch his baby work.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Depends really, he usually doesn’t laugh that much but he would say things that would make you giggle and then he’s laughing along with you. He prefers the giggly breathless fucks once in a while, it makes things not seem so serious and focuses more on the loving side, the pressure to please not so bold and demanding.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He is literally a mammoth, like shaving can’t even get rid of it all he has to apply a charm to at least make it look presentable. He’s gotten better recently with keeping it trimmed but it’s like every other day he has to attend to it. It’s a bit more curly than his head hair and darker in colour, but of course, he gets frustrated with it quite easily so you’ll never see it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s very romantic, but not in a candlelight, rose petals type of way. He just takes his time and enjoys treasuring your body, he runs his hands down your thigh then trails it back up to squeeze at your throat as he kisses your lips. He mutters sweet things and then fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before. If he’s in a rush he’ll be more wordy, trying to get you going without his hands doing much of the work. He is aggressive in a slow way, his grip too tight then immediately loosens, groping your sensitive parts to elicit a whimper then gently soothing it over with his palm. Other times he is just so frustrated he can’t even talk, a bit more rough yet eases in minutes at your wondering touch and by the end of it he’s putty.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He touches his cock nearly every day, it’s a usual habit when he is in the shower when he just needs to let out some steam. His sex drive is immaculate and he couldn’t bare to fuck you everyday, afraid you’d almost die at his pace. So he relies on his right hand and pretends it’s yours, but his grip is all too well known and hard, it doesn’t have anything against your soft grasp and unset pace.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
D/S, it’s not really a kink of his more like a role he likes. He leans more as a switch and he just likes taking care of you, he always feels insignificant money wise so he tries his best to please you in other ways (such as brushing your hair, getting you snacks and water, cuddles, and reading to you). In the bed it’s the same, which isn’t really shocking. He wouldn’t mind switching the roles, all he wants is to please you (and his needs, but that’s besides the point).
Makeup, is this even really a kink? Mascara and lipstick are the only thing he truly prefers, the first time he ever saw you cry with thick black tears rolling down your red cheeks was a sight he will never forget. Or when your lip gloss sticks to his cock and there’s a faint mark you were there, or even the lipstick prints on his throat get him going. He also LOVES doing your makeup for you, then proceeds to absolutely ruin it moments later.
Cock warming, what? It helps him study. He finds it a tad embarrassing to admit, but when he’s really having a hard time getting situated and focused he just needs a stabiliser, that of course being your perfect body forming around his cock. He lips to have an arm tightly bound around your waist and his chin on your shoulder as he reads his book, he also loves to see you fumble and plead for me. He truly can’t resist you when you’re wiggling all over him. Though he enjoys it, it never lasts more than thirty minutes.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
He prefers his bed, or any place that’s his own. He likes to fuck you on nearly every thing he can find, such as a wall, shower, the floor, outside in the garden, the desk and even the kitchen countertop. It seems to be a mission for him to claim you both on property he likes, if a certain smell entices him he would drag you over and fuck you silly for hours until the smell is mixed in with the cool of your sweet. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, is better to him then the hot aroma of sex.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
A certain outfit will make him go feral, gripping at your clothed flesh and even groping your bum to earn a yelp from you. He will only smirk and kiss your cheek. Once again he loves makeup, so if he kisses your lips and the gloss spreads against his, he immediately needs your lips somewhere else. This is such a specific thing that gets him gulping, if you’re crawling on the bed to try and get to him (whether for a hug or to get a stricken reaction, he just loves the way your ass sways and your shoulder dips. A complication of all three will literally make him cream his pants at the sight.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Roleplay- he has an absolute fit over it, costumes he can accept but the minute word play gets involved he starts fuming and refusing to do anything remotely sexual to you. He finds it too humbling, he wants to have sex with you not pretend he’s fucking some nurse. Also, the power dominance in things makes his stomach drop. Schooling & professor never caught his fancy, he finds it too manipulative. He never wants to be put into the coppice of coercion even if he has your full consent. Consensual non consent always caught him off guard too, he wants everything to be safe and as non violent as he wants (it also plays into pretending, and he doesn’t want to pretend to do anything of the sorts).
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He doesn’t mind receiving, he particularly prefers it. He likes to wrap his hands in your hair and hold it back, he’s quite guilty of being a head pusher and a hip thruster but we love him for it. He will give and he’s actually quite skilled at it, his tongue pokes and prods in all the right places. He knows how to coordinate his hands and mouth, often even glances up at you with his chocolate eyes and you can just tell he’s smirking against your goods.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Highly depends on his mood, but he enjoys going soft and slow, taking his time to caress everything (he’s the master of foreplay and just teases enough to get you dripping). He likes to talk a lot, but other times he stays quiet with dilated eyes to watch your body work right against his. He finds heavy comfort in it all knowing you both were made to move together. Other times, usually when he’s having a rough day. He likes to just pound into you to get out those slurry and cut off whimpers that die against the pillows, taking his time to really fuck you good so you know he can. It also is usually just a thing of dominance for him, he likes to make sure he’s capable of all things. It’s a bit threatening but trusting at the same time.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He typically doesn’t like these unless he’s really desperate, he enjoys taking his time and going multiple rounds. If he absolutely has to, it would be in a spare room or even at a bathroom (though he hates the smell of piss and cleaning supplies, so he has to be loads drunk to even get himself going in such a place. He also feels like you don’t deserve this kind of prison, but if you beg for it he’ll do whatever you please). Quickies don’t happen often, at least once a month at best and you usually have to initiate them.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He MADE the marauders, of fucking course he’s a risky guy. Though his measures are rational and not done in spite and in the moment. He usually talks with you beforehand. His experiments are literally eye roll worthy, in a shaking with glorious pleasure type of way, literally drooling at the mouth. He knows your body way too well so his experiments are catered more to you than it is for himself. His risks are even better, those are rarely planned and he would just decide one day to fuck you behind and alley cause he felt like it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Depending on the day, he usually can go a few rounds. If he’s feeling particularly tired for whatever reason he would usually just go once (this also happens in the early morning or just before he’s going to bed, because for some reason you find it absolutely charming when he has a deep throaty voice- it scratches your ears just right. He lasts fairly long, the position definitely has leverage over it though. Doggy he can barely last for five, but missionary he would just prop your legs over his shoulders and fuck you for a bit (of course his thrust are interrupted by kisses and taking his time to respond back to your pleas). He barely lasts in your mouth, especially if you cup his balls and swirl your tongue around his tip.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, mostly because he is embarrassed to ever purchase one. But if you certainly brought one along he wouldn’t mind, he actually finds them interesting compared to just regular fucking. He hates to admit this, but he would love to wear a cock ring just to try it. He also wouldn’t mind a vibrator or you taking the anitited and fucking him (but again, this is on rare occasions).
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Somehow unfairness managed to be born with Remus, either by association or just because he was simply meant to be surrounded by it. So naturally he was teasing, without meaning to most times but he’s a clever watcher so he could partake in realising his actions caused a trip to the broom closet. He would put a hand on your knee, every more or so inching his way up til his hand was practically just underneath your pelvic. Or other times when he would sneak up behind you and press lightly to your bum with his groyne, you questioned him as he meekly shrugged and said he just needed a hug- he of course, did not want a hug.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He isn’t necessarily a one to make lewd noises, more by chance just small grunts and groans, the occasional whimper and whine whenever he’s overstimulated. The volume isn’t too loud, but it’s enough so you can hear and literally drool at the mouth because of it. It’s insanely hot for no reason whatsoever.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Lots of people think Remus would be a very hard dom- which is true to some extent, he likes having an order for his day to day and he loves managing other people. But, he actually doesn’t really like punishments, nor the whole hurting you. At odd times (if you ask for it) then sure, he’ll do whatever you wish, but that’s only because he loves you. He just has this dire need to protect people, so he takes on a more nurturing role than utterly violent and using you for his own gain. He actually wouldn’t mind if the roles were reversed once in a while, sometimes he just wants to have no worries and let someone else handle the scene.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
You all already know, don’t you? Definitely huge, he’s Remus Lupin of course he’s huge. However, if we are going into fine detail; he is a bit more lengthy than girthy, his tips probably a bright pinkish but matches the colour of his thin lips. What’s a bit more interesting is that he has a scar along his thigh to his naval. He isn’t veiny, a few underskin blue lines appearing every so often but not bulging out of his cock. He somehow has the prettiest cock you’ll ever see, (but of course, like I stated before- he’s Remus Lupin.. so of course he’s bound to be pretty everywhere you look).
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He’s young so it’s pretty high (I’m not going to mention his lycanthropy cause it’s been exploited too much), it also really depends on the time of the week. Usually Monday’s to Thursday’s, never fridays, he has a very high sex drive and want’s to fuck you between his schedule. But then on weekends, despite having a large scale of time with you, he prefers to cuddle and go on small dates- but occasionally if he does feel needy during the weekends, it’s usually just slow and soft.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Surprising he gets tired right after, he himself is just a generally sleepy person but if it’s a quick fuck in the broom closet then he’s fine and plays it off like nothing really ever happened. But if it’s a late night in the dorm he’ll comfort you for a good few minutes and do anything you ask of him, but once he’s asleep he’s out til morning.
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Remus was probably the biggest softie ever, swaddled (yes, swaddled), in sweaters and cardigans and blankets.
When it got particularly cold, he would refuse to get out of bed, and probably pulled Sirius underneath the covers to cuddle with him, because “he’s just so warm, it’s pratical, if anything”.
People try to say kids won't understand gays and how you'll have uncomfortable conversations about how sex works
And yada yada
whatever...
But I hadn't been, and little 9 year old me just assumed Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were Married.
It wasn't until I was 11 that Remus dated Tonks for me, and I was so, dissapointed.
Not that Remadora isn't beautiful, but the realisation that Rowling never had Remus and Sirius Date, Made me so sad. It broke my 11 year old heart.
(Note that I had completely come to the conclusion that Wolfstar was Canon on my own without access to any fandom or really any idea that the internet was for more than CoolMathGames.com. The only reason I knew what Gay meant was because my mom had lectured my brother about using it as an insult and explained what it meant.)
And I was honestly heartbroken to know Remus and Sirius hadn't dated, weren't married, and weren't gay.
Then I was embarrassed, because I realised that I had assumed they were gay, I was embarressed because, gay people weren't real to me when I was 11. When I was 11 I had only heard of lesbians because kids on my bus had talked about porn.
So I didn't tell anybody, I felt if I mentioned it that I would be in trouble. I was completely convinced that even using the word gay would deter every potential friend I couldn't say that.
And I was just, really sad when I was 11, and I couldn't tell anybody. You may think I'm blowing this out of proportion, but honestly I had seen these Characters through Harry's eyes, and to me they had become my uncles. To me this hurt, because I was connected to the characters. It also felt to me that I had not only made a mistake, but I had made THE Mistake. The worst mistake, and the thoughts I had that around it about why that could be wrong and how I came to that thought, made me feel like I had been defective or broken and couldn't tell anybody.
I just remember being so afraid that the adults wouldn't understand gays, that I'd have to have an uncomfortable conversation about how I thought I'd learned love works,
🧸- This is my first request. Maybe James or Sirius is the readers older (by year) brother and they are really protective because of something that happened in the past. they could walk in on Remus and their sister kissing or something and they go all big brother on him. Maybe they both do because the other feels like a big brother to her aswell.
forget how long this took me to make, I hope you enjoy!
Remus gets caught Kissing James's Sister [ R.L ]
Prompt: Sirius and James walk into their dorm to an unwelcoming surprise.
Note: Sirius is treated as your brother, this takes place in their 7th year after he moved in with the Potters.
Reader: uses she/her pronouns (gender isn’t concerned other than feminine pronouns ).
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: kissing, hints towards Welsh Remus with an accent, James & Sirius being dramatic and embarrassing, slight talk of past abusive bf, background jily, mention of throwing up but not described, comment to add more.
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James and Sirius were laughing contagiously as they got to the common room, snickering about something that wasn’t exactly humorous to the average person.
“We have to go tell Remus!” Sirius cackled, sliding closer to the stairs as James followed right behind his tail. “Oh, we will! He’ll lose his mind!” James said with a hand on Sirius’s arm for stability, he grew a grin as he thought of something.
“Race ya?”
“you’re on!”
Both boys almost trampled a first year who was trying to get down the steps, their loud rambunctious noise alerting everyone that they were up to no good. Finally, they got to the stairs and whipped the door open. Immediately their laughs went to a halt, their wide eyes meeting another set of wide eyes.
“What the fuck are you doing?” James asked in disbelief as you quickly stumbled out of Remus’s bed and immediately tried to explain to your brother what was happening. But he didn’t listen, almost instantly pointing an accusing finger at Remus who had also awkwardly stood beside you.
“Moony! What the hell are you doing with my baby sister?!” James bellowed loudly, shushing him embarrassingly because you knew almost half of the Gryffindor tower had heard his claim.
“James! Will you just stop for a second and listen to me?” You yelled back, arms crossed and Sirius was standing in awe and.. disgust? Just as quick as James, he began to get angry at the sight. “______, what the fuck are you doing love?! You aren’t supposed to be talking to boys till you’re thirty!” Sirius exclaimed, earning a scoff.
“Sirius knock it off, mum and dad don’t have an issue-“
“Mum and dad know! And we didn’t?!” Both boys say in agony, Sirius prancing into the room as he starts to pace back and forth in thought. You were a bit worried, you wanted to tell them on your own accords.
“Mate, will you just listen,” Remus sighed, rubbing your lower back to try and get you to calm down. James noticed and spun around with a dramatic wail as he shut the door tight.
“Get your hands off her!” He scoffed, both brothers couldn’t believe the sight. How long has this been going on? With their best friend even!
“No,” Remus muttered, a bit disgruntled now as they started to act viler than they needed to be. You grabbed his hand to signify that you wouldn’t let go of him either, now glaring at your brother, before sending a dangerous look at Sirius.
James had to take a deep breath, rubbing his face roughly as Sirius had a hand on his hip. “How dare you moony,” he accused with a sass, Remus could only roll his eyes.
“We trusted you to be alone with our baby and you’re exploiting her!” Sirius almost growled and Remus began to her defensive, “she’s not a little kid!” Remus argued back, “she is literally only 11 months younger than James!”
“How is he exploiting me!? I love him, James,” you explain with desperation, Sirius gagging in the corner of the room “I’m gonna throw up!” He cried, running to the bathroom.
“Oh my Merlin, you’re gonna kill pads, _______!” James says and follows Sirius in the bathroom. You grow worried, you thought they would be a bit upset but they were acting like children. You tear up and turn your face, Remus scowling as you’re left alone for merely a second.
“It’s alright…” he whispered with a start, gently cupping your cheek and leaning down to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. “How about you wait in the common room? Lily’s down there,”
“But Rem-“
“It’s alright, they’re being git’s and you don’t deserve that. I’ll clear it up with them. They’re not mad at you okay? They’re mad at me,” Remus sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck with slightly shut eyes.
“But you didn’t do anything wrong!” You plead, hugging him tightly with as much love as you can handle. He rubs your shoulder, kisses your head and then guides you towards the shut door.
“I know, but they’re convinced I did. I’ll talk with them and we’ll be back to normal by dinner,” Remus promised with a small grin that was fake, you pout and he sent you out the door. “Does this mean now we can cuddle in the common room?”
“No!” Sirius and James yell from the bathroom, you grow flushed as you realise they could hear you the entire time. “Course’ it does' ' he grins and parts your hair back, giving a small kiss as he shoos you down the step with a swat to your behind. You turn and gasp but he only sends a small smirk before kissing the air and shutting the door close behind you. Instead of doing what he wishes of you, a few steps take you just directly outside the warm wooden door. You lean your ear on it, questioning why it’s so quiet before a series of yells and russels are exchanged in what seems like a foreign tongue. The inside of your cheeks is hollow, biting the flesh to keep yourself at bay. Remus stays quiet, which you assume because his accent is heavy when he’s questioned. Sirius and James, who you now loathe, are screaming, going quiet, Sirius cries, then once more screaming.
“You know what happened last time with that fucker-“ James is out of breath, offended and worried for his little sister's love life. Without seeing them, you know Sirius is nodding with dramatic tears on his waterline. Your heart pings with weight, knowing what James meant and appalled he even brought it up.
“I know- don’t you dare say I don’t,” Remus finally speaks in calm rage, his voice dripping dangerous venom at his mate's words. “You really think I’m like that? James, I love er’, m’have for a great while,” he declares, your cheek growed irritated at how hard your teeth grind against it. The sound of Remus uttering those words makes you weak and wobbly, the first time he’s ever said it and you’d hate to admit that you wish you were the first to hear it, not your bloody brothers.
“Well we love her too, I just don’t want her to get hurt again,”
He sniffles, Remus knew they did, but he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at their obvious tendency.
“She’s brilliant, you know that,” Remus starts, rubbing a hand through his hair in frustration. He let it go with a breath, he completely understood where they were coming from, but he still hated it. “You acted like complete pricks, go apologise,”
“Rem-“
“Don’t kid around, she was nearly in tears from your stupid performances. It was just a kiss,” he explained, “you acted like fools,” Remus went over to his bed and fixed the sheets that crumpled, his lips still tasting like your fruity chapstick as his stomach rumbled from the aroma.
“Okay, but I did really throw up,” Sirius explained, backing towards the door as Remus glared over at him. He sensed his mistake and looked at James in terror for help.
“Fine, will go apologies,” Sirius then sighs at James' glaring look as well, his lip pouting as his best friends turned on him just as quickly as he turned on Remus.
“Good,” Remus says and that’s the last thing you near before you're scurrying down the steps, tripping halfway then crawling to the sofa where lily is sitting with a raised eyebrow.
“You alright?” She asks, fixing the hair that fell in whispers along your cheek and you gave her a cheeky smile. “Rem says he loves me,” you gush, she smiles and is about to say something til three shoving boys come down the steps.
“James,” she questioned at his guiltily look, quite recently the two have been going on dates (or ‘just a butter beer’ as lily likes to call it), he sighs and his shoulders deflate.
“We’re…” Sirius led on, not being able to mutter that word, he never could and he didn’t want to learn. But he could make an exception for his little sister (apparently not his younger brother). Remus nudged both of them and James breaks down onto his knees, hugging your leg dramatically as you grow embarrassed from the looks of other Gryffindors.
“James stop it!” You hush in a whisper, yanking your leg away and bringing it up on the sofa. You take another look around the room and try not to snap at both of them. “We’re sorry,” he cries, lily watching with false eyes as she wonders why she ever liked this sobbing man.
“You can kiss Remus whenever you want,” Sirius nods, Remus jabbing his palm into the dog's back to share his hostility. Sirius looks around with a wounded face before getting on his knees next to James.
“We’ll get you whatever you want,” he pleads with his hands bound together, you are coated in embarrassment as your brothers make a greater fool of themselves. Remus is smiling at your flushed state and the two brothers can’t help but tease their younger sister. “We won’t stop until you forgive us,”
“Fine! Fine, get up you idiots! Now,” you scold and watch them both laugh as they climb onto their feet. Remus sits beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. Kissing your forehead as he’s happy the secret is out now, not having to feel stressed and guilty whenever his friends ask him about his ‘future’ lover.
“No,” Sirius sneers at the sight, biting the air as he feels a familiar gagging sensation form below his Adam’s apple. James' face is scrunching into disgust as Remus’s lips tickle below your ear and cause you to giggle.
“Oh please James, don’t act like I haven’t seen you snogging Lily behind the three broomsticks,” you nag at him, he flushed as Lily stood up with her book. “Don’t bring me into this, I was minding my own business,”
“But m’lily flower,” James whines, following after her as the portrait closes behind them. Sirius sulks back up to the common room to wail into his silky pillows. You smile and glance up at Remus, tilting your head perfectly for his face to move along yours and kiss your wanting lips.
“I love you,” he whispered finally, a low breath exhaling right after as he leans his head back against the sofa. You watch his throat, then take a look towards his smooth face. “Oh I know,” you speak back with the same slow whisper, Remus quirks an eyebrow and leans back down to plant small kisses against your jaw as you sit in relief, the worst is over. “Smart arse,” he nips against your mouth, you let out a faint chuckle as your arms snag around his neck, finally getting your wish.
