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19 and thriving

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𝜗𝜚 summertime | masterlist > > this fic is based from NIKI's songs <3 > > content warning; } angst!slowburn!friendstoloverstrope!swearing

♡ pairing ! satoru gojo x reader | summary; you fell in love with someone who's dearly close to you, but situations happen that made you think if it's all worth it.

every summertime | chp.1 getting older | chp.2 choose 'dem wisely | chp.3

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not a love confession - professor!remus lupin

summary: when harry and remus are back from hogwarts, there is a clear tension between the student and his godfather. so when sirius bribes harry to tell him what's going on, he reveals that he caught remus kissing the new charms professor. wc: 4k+ cw: some suggestive themes, kissing, professor x professor relationship, sassy harry charms professor!reader

The savoury scent of something warm and homemade filled the air of the Potter Manor, though the atmosphere that accompanied it didn't match. All throughout dinner, neither Harry or Remus looked at each other, the student and his godfather worrying the three other adults sat at the table. It was Harry and Remus’s first night back from Hogwarts, and as per usual, a celebration was in order. However, a somewhat awkward silence overtook the dining table as Harry and Remus silently poked and prodded at the food on their plates, accusing words lingering on the tip of their tongues.

But as Lily squinted her eyes, staring at her son and her best friend, she realised that it wasn’t anger left between them. No, it was humiliation.

Shame.

Guilt.

“What’s going on with you guys?” Lily finally interrogated, putting her fork down. Remus and Harry, sat opposite each other, looked up at each other in unison before glancing down at their food again, voices squeaking in synchrony as they yelled “Nothing!” Sirius scooted his chair closer to Harry, ducking down and stage whispering, “I’ll get you tickets to the Chudley Canons game next month if you tell me.”

Remus ducked his head with a sigh, knowing the agreement him and Harry had come to was instantly broken. It didn't matter how ashamed Harry was of his own actions, or fearful that his parents might find out — the reward was just too great.

“Uncle Remus has a crush on the new charms Professor!” Before his friends could comment, Remus huffed, countering with “Harry almost got expelled last week!”

The gasps around the table doubled in volume, three heads across the table shooting back and forth between the two men, the age gap between them forgotten as they snitched on each other like twelve year old boys. James’s jaw was slack, and he calmly put his utensils down. “Okay, hold on.” But Lily had already cut in, pointing an accusing finger at Remus. “I knew you had a crush on her!” Harry slumped in his chair in relief, but his mother wagged a finger at him, saying “I’ll get back to you later, Mr. Potter.”

“Wait, all this awkwardness just because you have a crush on someone?” James laughed, stabbing at a piece of sweet potato on his plate. A silence fell across the table once more. Remus was glaring at Harry with a warning intensity James, Sirius and Lily hadn’t seen from him in years. Harry’s lips parted, before he shut them closed again. “Remus…” Sirius teased, reaching across the table to poke his friend in the arm. Remus’s face went red, his hard front breaking for just a second — long enough for Harry to admit “I caught them snogging in his office!”

“For fuck’s sake, Harry!”

Truth to be told, Remus didn’t know why he didn’t tell his best friends about you sooner. He had always been open with them about his romantic life, but for now, he wanted to keep you to himself, away from any judgement. It was all just, so new.

It started at the beginning of the school year, which was almost ten months ago now, when he had noticed a new figure figure coming to sit at the staff table. You looked professional, all poise and stern expressions, but when you had introduced yourself to him as the new charms professor “because Flitwick can only handle so many students” as you had said, something else had come through.

A kindness that was rare to find. A mischievous glint in your eyes.

So Remus made it his mission to be your friend, or at least a friendly face in the crowd of much older staff and students near half your age. He knew you were younger than him — you were a student at Hogwarts, but not whilst he was there — and yet it only made him more intrigued. The students caught onto this blossoming friendship immediately, asking Professor Lupin (Hogwarts' token favourite teacher), about you.

The newbie. Fresh meat.

But more importantly, you were the newbie Professor Lupin approved of — perhaps as something even more than a coworker.

To the students of Hogwarts, you were strict, setting homework once a week and not letting anyone leave the classroom until everyone had at least cast the spell correctly once — which usually wasn’t a problem because you were that great of a teacher. Similarly to Remus though, they saw something in you, like the way your lips tugged upwards when playful banter filled the classroom, or how you turned your back to them when someone made a dirty joke, trying to hide your delighted chuckle. They softened you over time, showing you that sternness wasn't required for greatness.

Remus answered the questions he got from his students in the most professional way he could, saying “She’s a brilliant witch” or “She could definitely beat me in a duel” which sometimes concerned his students as he was their defense against the dark arts professor. But the questions only got more vigorous after he walked into your classroom one day while you were teaching the same group of seventh year students who relentlessly asked him about you.

“Oh sorry.” Remus said, freezing in the doorway of your classroom at the realisation that he had barged into the middle of your lesson. You smiled fondly, eyes softening at the sight of him. “It’s alright, Professor Lupin, come in.” As he walked into the classroom, he took note of how all the desks were pushed to the side, some students sat on the floor whilst others stood proudly, attempting to cast the newest spell you had taught them. It was a tricky spell, and Remus was impressed with the number of students who so effortlessly cast it with a quiet whisper and a subtle wave of their wands. You had morphed their messy spell casting into one of elegance that only masters could acquire. Subtlety that would be hidden from duelling partners, potentially saving lives.

What Professor Lupin didn’t notice was that nearly everyone halted their work, listening in on the conversation between you. “I think these may have slipped in with my papers when we were marking essays together the other day.” Remus held out a couple of essays for you to take and you thanked him with a smile, oblivious to the eyebrows raised around you.

“Has Professor McGonagall given approval of the trip for the seventh years?” Remus nodded at your question, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried remembering the date. “She’s given confirmation for november 10th, and we need parent signatures by october 30th.” You nodded, absentmindedly flicking your empty hand in your direction, prompting a pencil and notebook to fly towards you from your desk.

If your students weren’t interested before, they sure were now. Wandless magic wasn’t common in the wizarding world, countless wizards who tried to conquer the feat giving up when no signs of magic appeared. It was difficult to control; it was majestic. “November 10, october 30th.” You mumbled under your breath, jotting down the information as you swayed from the balls to the heels of your feet.

“Okay, so can we do the assembly for it next week then?” You asked, continuing to write things down. “Yeah, I’m free for first periods all of next week but tuesday.” You nodded, raising your voice by the slightest bit to ask your students “When does the year group have a free period one?” The response was instant, and you raised an eyebrow, suspicious that they had been listening in on your conversation.

“Alright, perfect.” And as Remus left the room, everyone dropped their wands to bombard you with questions about your wandless magic. “Get used to doing non-verbal spells and then we can discuss wandless magic.” You told them, turning around at the feeling of someone staring at you. Harry Potter. Remus’s godson, if you weren’t mistaken. Besides him, the two students you had never seen leave his side, gossiping excitedly, the curly-haired girl shooting the ginger boy next to him a pointed look whilst nodding her head in your direction.

That afternoon, Harry burst into Remus’s classroom, immediately asking “What’s going on with you and Professor l/n?” Remus looked up from where he was grading papers and ran a hand through his hair.

“What?”

“It’s so obvious you like her!" The seventeen year old started, slumping down in the chair facing his godfather's desk. "I bet you even took those essays from her just so you had an excuse to come into her classroom.” Remus shook his head, deciding not to answer his godson as he continued marking papers.

"Oh don't ignore me! Even Hermione was saying that she saw you guys walking together by the black lake and can I just say, you sit next to her at every single meal. It's not subtle."

Then, the best thing that could have happened to Harry did. The door opened, and in came the familiar voice of his charms teacher. “Hiya Remus. Oh sorry, I didn’t realise you had company.” Harry grinned widely, looking back at his godfather with a knowing look on his face. Harry opened his mouth, ready to tease, but Remus was already spoken.

“Don’t be. He’s just here to bother me.” You giggled at that, the sweet sound causing Remus to perk up happily. Harry’s eyes went wide at the view, and he held back a grimace. No way did you have that much of an effect on Remus. “Well Harry, since you’ve got so much time on your hands, I’m assuming you’ve finished my essay?” Harry’s face went red and he spluttered, trying to find an excuse. Remus laughed loudly, raising his eyebrows at Harry.

“It's due tomorrow, isn't it?” He asked, and you nodded, walking deeper into Remus's office, taking a seat next to Harry. "I have loads of time, then." He dismissed with a wave of his hand. Your eyebrows rose at his words, mildly amused at the casual conversation he partook in.

"Harry." Remus warned, attracting the eyes of his godson, who finally took pity on him. "Yeah, fine, I'll leave." He mumbled, dragging his feet out of the office. As the door slammed shut behind Harry, Remus felt his cheeks heat up at your individual presence. It had become such a familiar thing to him, and yet every time he found himself alone with you, he felt more nervous than the last, trying to find new ways to relate to you.

It didn’t stop him from finding excuses to be with you alone though, slipping to Professor McGonagall that doing curfew rounds would be enjoyable with someone he could talk to about things, like the upcoming seventh year trip. Even as he gave McGonagall his poor excuse, and she shot him a knowing look, he shot her a grin, sighing in relief when she jotted his name down next to yours on the curfew plan.

“And here I thought your casanova days were over, Mr. Lupin.” Remus had blushed furiously, but thanked her nonetheless as he left her office. He made sure to thank her again a few weeks later, when the curfew rounds had proven to bring you closer to each other, not shying away from cozying yourself into the older Professor's side, muttering something about the cold. Every time, Remus wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his warm arms bringing you a comfortable heat that your abandoned jumpers could never achieve.

It seemed that this yearning wasn’t one sided though, because it was only a week later that you poked your head through his classroom door whilst he was teaching, your footsteps quiet on the stone as you entered the room. Remus was sat on his desk, a smile on his face as he spoke to his students about something that didn’t relate whatsoever to the subject he taught. He didn't know why he entertained their ideas, and yet, he never tried to stop it.

As he caught your eye, lingering in the back of the room, he rolled his eyes playfully, finally bringing his students’ attention to you. “It’s always this class, isn’t it?” He complained jokingly. You hummed in agreement. “Perfectly confident speakers and yet horrible essay writers. One would think those went hand in hand.” You laughed as the students all began talking at once, coming to their own defence, and approached Professor Lupin.

“Would you like to come to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow morning?" You asked in a low whisper, the students' chatter giving you the briefest moment of privacy. Remus froze, a flush overtaking his features at your invitation. "I need to grab some things for my upcoming lessons.” Remus nodded, enjoying the secret conversation amongst the room of students.

“Oi, would you stop flirting and make a move already!?”

The room burst into a fit of laughter and Remus furrowed his eyebrows. “Detention, Harry. And whilst you’re there, you can finish last week’s essay you never gave me.” The class ‘oohed’ at Remus’s instant reply, and he ignored his godson’s immediate complaints. If Harry thought he could be the only pain in the ass in this room, he thought wrong. Remus squinted at his godson before turning to you, sending you an apologetic look. You smiled at him, taking a seat next to him on the spacious desk.

You leaned in closer to Remus, bringing your voice down to a whisper as you nodded towards a few students in the back of the classroom. They thought they were being subtle, but the slow movements of their hands only caught your attention, the sound of creasing parchment painful in Remus's ears. “Passing notes. Should we have some fun?” Remus nodded eagerly, and you pointed your hand in the direction of the note being passed around, wiggling your fingers slightly. A squeal caught the attention of the other students, who watched as the folded parchment flew across the room into your hands.

“Any guesses for what’s written in this note?” You asked, and immediately, someone yelled “A love confession!” You and Remus chuckled quietly as you unfolded the piece of parchment. Your shoulders stiffened as you read the recognisable messy scrawls of two of your students.

‘theyre so into each other it’s actually embarrassing’

‘they need to fuck and get it out of their system’

‘professor l/n? nah, she's giving more like professor lupin’

‘i’m sayingggg’

'theyre my dream age gap relationship'

'yeah this is the height difference i deserve'

'i bet they make out in his office after hours'

'dudeee curfew rounds too.'

'nah i don't think so bc they have their own rooms'

'oh. i see.'

'sex all night every night'

'its okay. as long as theres a ring on her finger by the end of the year.'

'lol, i think we'd know tho. bc right now the sexual tension is through the roof'

You hummed, folding the paper back up. “Not a love confession.” “Disappointing really” Added Remus with a snort.

“Right? Tell us something we don’t already know.” Remus’s eyes widened and a gasp was heard from the back of the room. You stared at the parchment until it caught fire in your grip, the paper turning into ash in your hands, which you instantly wiped away with another spell.

“Tell us something we don’t know.” Remus echoed, and you turned to face him, feeling suddenly confident. “Well, we have known, haven’t we?”

“I have. Wasn't aware you did too.”

"Interesting bet though."

"Yeah, we could probably push things in their favour."

You hopped off the desk with a shrug of your shoulders, nodding towards the students who had been exchanging the note. “You two, come with me.” At once, both students began apologising, “Professor, we’re so sorry, we didn’t-” “We didn’t, it wasn’t-” Your laughter interrupted them as you repeated, “Come on.” and that’s how they knew they weren’t really in trouble. After all, you had received one too many detentions as a student because of exchanging notes in class, and you wouldn’t cause the same misery upon your own students. Especially not when it came to pondering about your Professors' private lives.

Remus let his students leave after that, but they all insisted on knowing what was in the note. He didn’t tell them. Obviously. But he spent the rest of the day thinking about what you were like as a student. He had his mischievous moments, getting in trouble for the pranks he plotted with his friends, missing assignments dates because he didn't want to do the chapter readings. But what were you like? Were you one of the girls who giggled with her friends in the back of her classroom? Or did you write notes down vigorously, showing the teachers you had their respect until you could finally speak your mind when you left the classroom? Fuck, did you sneak out past curfew to find some broom closet to make out with your boyfriend in?

Remus briefly wondered if he should ask Professor McGonagall about you. Or at least, if she would approve of the two of you together. Did she think you'd make a good match? When she taught you, was she reminded of him due to any similarities? Or were you both stars waiting to collide?

There was so much to you Remus hadn't discovered yet.

And that's when it struck him, in a moment of panic and awe. He had agreed to go to Hogsmeade with you. He had agreed to go to Hogsmeade with you and he had agreed that ‘they need to fuck and get it out of their system’. When he had agreed that 'the sexual tension is through the roof.'

It only dawned on him then, sitting alone in his classroom. You had openly stated that it was something you knew. That — fuck, did that mean you wanted to fuck him? In secret passageways when you should be doing your curfew rounds? Late at night in his private quarters? All night every night?

Remus almost stood you up the next day, just in fear of having to face you again, the knowledge of your desire for each other out in the open, introducing a game of 'who would make the first move?' But he forced himself to find you at Hogwarts’ entrance hall nonetheless. You straightened up when you saw him, and Remus genuinely didn’t know what overtook him, but one moment he was standing across from you and the next he was cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips onto yours.

You gasped into the kiss, but brought your hands up to Remus’s chest, hands curling around the collar of his shirt, peeking over his thick jumper. Remus broke away from the kiss, his eyes going wide. “I’m sorry, I don’t know wh-mmph-” He was pulled into another kiss, eagerness shining through it, your lips steady against his. Your lips separated from his with a loud smooch, and you immediately looked down at your feet, suddenly shy.

He caught a glimpse of the real you, just then.

Remus chuckled, the shyness on your face reflecting your youthfulness, and he softly pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, encouraging your head up so he could properly look at you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in one last, short kiss, before pulling away again and saying “Come on, you need to get some things from Hogsmeade don’t you?”

Your trip had been quick — you only had one hour to spare before you both had classes to teach — but you couldn’t help but get distracted along the way, Remus stealing kisses from you, knowing you’d have to be discreet with them upon your return to the castle. You stumbled into alleyways with a rebellion Hogwarts Professors couldn't show, but desperate lips had found each other and portals were opened to glimpse into each other's past. You weren't the careful kind as Hogwarts students, neither of you. But as Professors? You were. At least, for as long as possible. You were careful all the time, kisses shared in either of your classrooms only lasting a couple of seconds as the weeks went on.

You saved the affectionate moments for nights when you’d sneak away to Hogsmeade, in the corner of the three broomsticks or hidden away at hog’s head pub. Or for nights when he'd knock on your door, poking his head in to find you still marking papers. He'd distract you then with loving kisses and gentle hands.

But Remus just couldn’t help how nosy his godson was.

The door to his office had been locked — for good purpose too. But Harry had tried the door handle once then decided that coming into the office while Remus wasn’t there couldn’t hurt.

Except, it did a little, because the office wasn’t empty. No, Remus was there, holding you in his arms as he tilted his head to the side, lips locked with your in a passionate kiss — a good snog, Harry called it later, when telling his friends the story. His friends, who would promise to keep their mouths shut, despite the rumours that were spread around the castle the next day, as though they didn't already exist.

Somewhere in the castle, your seventh year student was pocketing the three galleons she was promised — easiest bucks she had every made, all thanks to a silly bet. But your relationship went further than exchanging kisses behind closed doors. On most nights, Remus slept in your bed, arms keeping you snug against him. After full moons, it was you instead of Madame Pomfrey tending to his wounds, leaving kisses on the tender skin and offering to cover his lessons the next day instead of Professor Snape. Over the next few months, you had warmed up to your boyfriend's godson, exchanging playful banter with him whenever he walked into Remus's office to find you there instead.

But Remus wasn’t going to give Lily, James and Sirius that entire explanation, and he surely wouldn't tell them about how he had strictly told Harry not to utter a single word about you to his parents or Sirius. He wouldn't tell them how Harry had furrowed his eyebrows, shrugging his shoulders as he said "Why? They'd all love her." Nor how on the way to the Hogsmeade train station, Harry called out for you, jokingly pleading for you to meet with his godfather at least once a week over the holiday, otherwise he'd be unbearable. He wouldn't mention how you had laughed, and Remus had caught up to you, shamelessly pressing his lips against yours for all the students around you to see as he whispered in your ear that he'd see you after tomorrow.

No, Remus wouldn't say anything. Not when the lights in the room were so bright and everyone felt like teasing, no wine in his bloodstream yet to ease away his humiliation. He would only tell them by the fireplace when Harry went to bed, admitting to them that he didn’t want to scare you off. He’d tell them that you were new to him, younger than any girlfriend he ever had, which made him afraid.

He'd share the rest of his fears too.

Like the irrational worries asking if you would get along with Lily, even though she was seven years older than you? Even though she had a teenage son, who you taught on a daily basis? Would you laugh along with Sirius's jokes, giggling at Remus's expense when embarrassing stories were told just for the sake of bonding? Would you accept the most vulnerable stories James would share, his emotions loud and proud, exchanging ones of your own despite the difficulty? Or would you be a stranger, closing in on yourself at their intimidating personalities, scared away by Harry Potter who would take every chance to poke fun at his two professors?

So for now, Remus settled with “Harry almost got expelled last week.”

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a different christmas eve - remus lupin

part 2 of parent-teacher meetings summary: when devon lets it slip that his professor lupin has no one to spend christmas with, you both decide that the kindest thing to do is invite him for dinner. wc: 3.3k a/n: thank you for my love @daydreamandforget for helping me think of the plotline for this!!

Remus Lupin never particularly enjoyed the holidays.

He thought too much of what his holidays were like before the war; what holidays were like before he lost everything. Everyone. It only brought him back to a negative state of mind. Remus regretted not volunteering to stay at Hogwarts over the holiday this year to look after students. His cottage was too cold and too lonely, leaving far too much space for his thoughts to roam.

But something was different this Christmas.

At first, his day started exactly the same as usual. Remus woke up late, laying in bed for a while whilst he observed the weather outside. It was a white Christmas. Or at least, a white Christmas Eve. He imagined that years ago, he, James, Sirius and Peter would be outside the Potter Manor, throwing snowballs at each other without a care of the consequences. They would often end up sick, wrapped up in thick layers that night in the common room while sipping hot chocolates.

As usual, he spent long minutes loathing everything his life had become – everything he had become. But then, Remus went downstairs. He had begun to make his way into the open kitchen, but his eyes had caught on something laying on the small rug at the foot of his front door.

Remus frowned, making his way over to the door. It was a cream coloured envelope, now covered in fragments of icy snow. Remus stood in the middle of his living room for a long moment. Who would send him a letter on the morning of Christmas Eve? Remus carefully lifted the envelope, brushing the leftover snow off the thick paper, eyes scanning the unfamiliar crest indented in the wax seal. He flipped the envelope over, eyebrows furrowing at the address written down. He had never received a letter from this sender.

‘Merry Christmas Eve, Professor Lupin!

I debated sending you this letter for a while, but at the end of the day, it came all came down to Devon. I’m not sure if this is appropriate, or a breach of privacy. If so, please ignore this letter altogether. Devon and I were talking last night and he was telling me a little bit about you. Professor Lupin, I truly cannot emphasise how much he appreciates you. You really are his favourite teacher in the world. In fact, I cannot emphasise how much we both appreciate you. I am so thankful for every way you’ve helped my son.

Anyway, Devon let it slip that you’re spending the holiday alone. I’m not sure if that’s true or not. If you have any family to celebrate with that he’s not aware of. But if that is the case, Devon and I would like to invite you for dinner on Christmas Eve. It’s usually just the two of us who celebrate together. We have a little tradition of staying up until Christmas morning, but you can stay for as long or little as you’d like. That is, if you decide to come at all.

We just thought that no one should spend such a special night alone, especially someone who has shown so much care for Devon. Dinner starts at 19:00.

Sincerely, Y/n L/n’

Remus didn’t realise how widely he was smiling until he caught his reflection in the window in front of him. He didn’t fight off his smile, instead eagerly scrambling to find parchment and a quill.

Then, he began writing.

Devon was the one who brought your attention to the letter that night, running into the kitchen with it tightly clutched in his hand. “Mum, mum, I think this is from Professor Lupin!” He had cried, waving the envelope in the air. You smiled at the sight of your son, dressed in his brightest Christmas jumper, glasses slipping on the slope of his nose as per usual. Wiping your clammy hands on your apron, you took the letter from Devon.

You smiled at the messy scrawl decorating the parchment, quickly scanning the words on the page. “Dev, could you add an extra set of cutlery to the table, please?”

“Is he coming?” You nodded, turning your back from your son to check on the dish in the oven. “Oh, and put his gifts under the tree, would you?” Humming, you put on an oven mitt, lifting the heavy dish out of the oven. Devon ran into the dining room, and you instinctively straightened up when you heard a loud clatter and the sound of something breaking.

“Devon?” You asked, poking your head out of the kitchen. “Oops.” You chuckled, fishing your wand out of your pocket as you followed Devon into the dining room. You fixed the plate with a quick wave of your wand, crossing your arms over your chest with mock sternness. “Are you going to break the plate of roasted vegetables too?”

Devon grinned, taking it as his cue to leave the room and grab the dish from the kitchen. He kept his eyes on you when he placed it on the table, puffing his chest out proudly. “Alright, come help me grab the rest.” Devon laughed loudly, running past you, and you winced when he slipped on the carpet, his decorated socks just too slippery. He didn’t fall though, continuing his route with without so much as a blink.

But then, time froze.

Or in simpler words, the doorbell rang.

You straightened up, quickly untying the apron from around you and racing towards the front door. You slid your fluffy sock-clad feet into your slippers, smoothing down the front of your long red dress before opening the door.

Remus looked up from his feet, a shy smile on his face. His cheeks were rosy from the cold despite having a thick brown coat wrapped around him. “Remus.”

“Hiya.”

Stepping to the side, you took a scan of Remus’s outfit, spotting the two wrapped gifts in his hands. “Oh Remus, you really didn’t have to.” Remus glanced down at his hands, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Oh these aren’t from me. They’re from father Christmas.”

You laughed, shutting the door behind your son’s Professor. “That can’t be true, Professor Lupin. Father Christmas isn’t real.” Devon’s grin was wide when he addressed his Professor, and you tilted your head to the side, catching his eye with a fond smile. “Sorry mum. Sorry Professor Lupin. It’s fine if you believe in Father Christmas.”

Remus chuckled, slipping out of his thick boots and coat. “We have slippers if you’d like.” Remus nodded at your words, a smile tugging at his lips when he was offered matching slippers to you. “Uh, you know, Christmas tradition.” You mumbled. Remus grinned, placing a steady hand on your lower back. You felt your face heat up furiously. “Where are Devon’s slippers then?”

“He’s boycotting them, aren’t you Dev?”

“Yeah, they’re too warm.”

“He’s almost fallen over about a dozen times in the last half an hour.”

Remus nodded, glancing down at his slippers. He smiled, looking back up at you, and only then did he register what you were wearing. Remus swallowed thickly at the sight of your red dress, hugging the curve of your waist perfectly. It matched perfectly with your opposing Christmas themed socks and the fluffy slippers you wore. Half-elegant, half comfortable. Somehow, it made you feel like home.

“Well come on in.”

“Where can I put these?” He asked, nodding towards the gifts he was balancing against his hip. “We’ll put them under the tree.”

Remus hadn’t been in a house that felt so much like a home in many, many years. But as you guided him into your living room, Remus’s breath caught in his throat. The room was glowing with orange hues from the crackling fire, a huge spruce tree in the corner, blooming with life. It had been decorated beautifully, but by no means was it perfect.

Multicoloured lights were strewn around the branches, red and gold ornaments hung on the tree made up of all shapes. Stars, bells, angels, reindeers, and when Remus stepped closer to stare in awe, he found homemade decorations too. A little silver-painted star made of clay with a date written on it in permanent marker, a cardboard tree decorated with gold glitter and dark cloves, the scent still hanging off the spice.

Remus felt your presence approach him, your shoulder brushing against his. You pointed to an ornament hanging in the middle of the tree — clearly your favourite. It was a circular framed image, the edge decorated with a miniature wreath. It was hung on the tree by a worn out red string. Remus leaned in closer to the image, smiling as he really observed the moving image.

It was a photo of you, smiling widely as you carried a young, laughing Devon. Devon made a move to grab your face in the image, both of you staring at each other with matching smiles. Devon somehow had an identical smile to his current one, which amazed Remus, considering the fact that in the image, you were hugging a mere baby close to your chest. You looked so young too, and Remus briefly wondered how old you had been in the image. Had you ever gotten married, or had it been you and Devon from the start?

“That was our first Christmas together.”

“How old was he?”

“About nine months old. Maybe 10.”

“Mum cries when she puts that picture up every single year.” You felt your face flush at Devon’s confession — to your expense — turning to look at Remus. “He’s just saying that.”

“I’m just saying the truth.”

“Devon, when did I embarrass you for this to happen?” Devon shrugged, travelling across the room and wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on your chest. You smiled, bringing a hand up to brush your fingers through your son’s hair. “Sorry.” Devon sheepishly mumbled against the fabric of your dress.

“But since you’re here, Professor Lupin, you can join our Christmas wall!”

“You know Devon, you don’t have to call me Professor Lupin here.” Devon nodded excitedly, and Remus grinned, “Alright, now what’s this Christmas wall?” You saw the way Remus’s eyes widened when Devon grabbed his hand, leading him towards the hallway, where the Christmas wall was located.

“It’s like a timeline.” You explained, toying with the fabric of your dress. “Every year we take a Christmas photo! Mum started it when I was a baby.” Remus moved closer to the wall, his hand breaking apart from Devon’s, only for him to wrap an arm around his shoulders. You felt your heart swell in your chest, chewing on your bottom lip as Remus observed broken up fragments of your life.

The images were majorly the same; you and Dev sharing a loving side hug, facing the camera as you giggled. As the years went on, some people appeared in the images, but the two of you were constants in an unpredictable world. Something deep inside Remus’s brain wished he could be part of that constant. Devon launched into a detailed explanation of the timeline, going in anything but chronological order.

“That’s my godmother Daisy. She’s mum’s best friend. We spent Christmas with her family a couple of times. Those are my grandparents, they stayed with us for two weeks last year for Christmas. They live in Spain. My birth dad was in the first two photos, but mum cropped him out because she doesn’t like him. I don’t remember him.”

Your eyes widened and you cleared your throat suddenly. But Remus didn’t turn to look at you, continuing to listen to Devon’s expressive life story. “And my best friend’s family invited us to celebrate with them here. He’s in ravenclaw now, but we’re still best friends.” Remus smiled through the explanation, but didn’t interrupt. He knew Matthew, who was one of his very own students, but he didn’t want to take away from Devon’s joy.

“Boys, how about we sit down for dinner?” The two boys turned around in unison, matching expressions on their faces. They nodded synchronically, and you placed both hands on your hips. “Alright, go wash your hands.” Remus chuckled, gaze following Devon, who immediately ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

“What?” You asked, breath hitching as Remus took a couple of steps towards you. “You’re such a mum.”

“Oh. Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” Remus stopped in front of you, licking his lips. You brought your hands up to straighten the collar of Remus’s shirt, poking out from underneath his jumper. His hands came up, resting above yours. Your fingers stilled, mouth dipping open as you swallowed thickly, removing your hands from his collar. Remus kept his hands on yours, sliding his fingers between yours to intertwine with them as you lowered them to rest between you.

“Thank you for having me over.” Remus whispered, and you smiled, nodding. “Thank you for coming. I, if I’m being honest I-”

“Neither of you have washed your hands yet!” Both you and Remus snatched your hands back to your sides as Devon entered the room again. Thankfully, your linked hands had been hidden by Remus’s tall figure, the clueless boy now claiming his seat at the table.

“We’re going, Dev, don’t worry.” Devon seemed satisfied with your reply, nodding as he scanned the table of goods. Remus followed you into the small guest bathroom near the entrance of your home. Your movements were awkward in the crammed space, elbows bumping together as you lathered your hands with soap.

“Can I ask what you were saying before?” Remus asked, reaching across your torso to snatch a fresh towel from the small pyramid stack on the counter. “I just - I was going to say I haven’t stopped thinking of you. Since, well, since we met.”

“That makes two of us then.”

Dinner was mostly filled with Devon speaking through the silence, and lingering glances between you and Remus, who had deeply complimented your food. Of course, as per Christmas traditions, you all ate too much and attempted to make extensive conversation in a poor attempt to digest the food and feel less full.

With a wave of your wand, the table had cleared, and you leaned your elbows onto the thick wood of the dinner table, blinking slowly. Remus grinned at you, reaching a hand out to caress your forearm. You brought your arm down, lowering arm to wrap a hand around his forearm.

“Mum, can I change into my pyjamas?” Asked Devon, slipping out of his seat. Your head snapped towards him, as though just realising the display of affection you were sharing with his teacher. Clearing your throat, you smiled sweetly at him, nodding. “Yeah, of course hon. Do you fancy a hot chocolate, or in a bit?”

“I’ll have one now please.”

“Okay sweetheart, go get changed then.”

Devon scurried up the stairs, and you laughed fondly, rising from your seat. “Professor Lupin, can I interest you in a hot chocolate?” Remus raised his eyebrows at the name, stretching his arms upwards as he stood, exposing a sliver of his midriff as he lifted his arms up. “Yes please. I’ll, uh, I’ll come stand with you.”

“If that’s what you want to do. You could also sit down on the couch, enjoy the pretty fire.” Remus approached you as you spoke to him, towering over you with a teasing smile. “Why would I go look at the fire when I’ve got something so much prettier to look at here?”

You straightened up, looking around you to find aforementioned prettier sight. “Just want to make sure I don’t humiliate myself.”

“I’m talking about you.”

“Okay. Come help me with hot chocolate then.”

Remus followed you into the messy kitchen, leaning his hips back against the counter as you lifted a pot onto the stove. “This is my secret recipe,” You told him as you travelled across the kitchen to retrieve the milk from the fridge. “So you can’t reveal it to anyone.”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like I’ve got anyone to reveal it to.” Remus’s quality of voice was light and joking, but your movements stilled at his response. You placed the bottle of milk on the counter beside the stove, turning around to look at Remus with a concerned frown, eyes clouded with worry. “No, it’s alright. I’m used to it.”

Deciding to drop the topic, you spun around once more, only telling the Professor “No one deserves to get used to the feeling of being alone.”

You barely heard Remus’s footsteps bring him closer to you, but you felt the hand he put on the small of your back, sending immediate chills up your spine. He ducked his head down so his face was closer to yours, and watched in silence as you turned on the stove and poured the milk into the pot.

“I have a feeling I’ll be spending a lot less time alone. If you’ll let me.” Remus caught the immediate reaction on your face, a flustered look over taking your features before you covered it with a small smile shot in his direction. “I’d love to spend more time with you.” Your eyes widened at your own words, and you faced away from the oven, chest grazing his as you scrambled to add “And, you know, Devon too.”

Remus smiled, pressing his hand deeper into your back and pushing your body closer to his. “Well, I’ll be seeing loads of Devon back at Hogwarts. I’m more concerned in when I can see his mother.” You felt your face go hot at Remus’s words, ducking your had away and glancing at the ingredients of your abandoned hot chocolate. Remus’s hand rose up to rest under your chin, encouraging your shy face towards him again.

“Would you like that? To see me again?” He asked quietly. You didn’t know when you got so close, but your chest was touching his, and you could feel his breath on your lips when he spoke. You lifted a hand up to rest on the nape of Remus’s neck, feeling the way his shorter hairs stood sharply with chills at your warm touch. Remus’s breath hitched, but he leaned his face closer to yours, sighing in content when you pressed yourself onto your tippy toes to connect your lips to his.

Remus brought both his hands to the dip of your waist, tilting his head to the side as he moved his lips against yours slowly, his heart swelling in his chest when your free hand came up to rest over his soft jumper, smoothing the fabric under your touch.

“Maybe father Christmas really is real.” You and Remus jolted away from each other at the sudden sound of Devon’s voice. Your head snapped towards him, cheeks hot, but Devon, wide smile on his face, ran out of the kitchen, yelling loudly “Thank you father Christmas! Thank you father Christmas! How did he know!?”

Devon’s elated giggles had laughter bubbling in your chest, and Remus soon joined in on the laughter, dipping his face down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. When his lips broke apart from yours, you softly nudged him away from you, sifting in vanilla, sugar and cocoa powder to the milk. Devon’s footsteps were loud and fast as he came back running to the kitchen, panting softly. Remus smiled at him, making eye contact with Devon, who immediately launched himself closer to Remus to wrap his arms around his torso.

Remus’s hands flew up, eyes going wide, but he chuckled softly before wrapping his arms around the boy in front of him. They rested like that for a moment, with you pretending not to notice as you stirred the hot chocolate.

“Does this mean we’ve started opening presents, then?” Asked Devon quietly, fists gripping Remus’s jumper.

“How so?” You retorted, shooting Devon a confused look from the corner of your eye.

“Well, because I already got my first gift.”

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parent-teacher meetings - remus lupin

summary: professor lupin hates having meetings with parents. but maybe he hates them a little less after meeting you, a single mother to the kindest student he has taught. wc: 1.7k+ pt ii

If there was something Professor Remus John Lupin hated more than anything, it was having parent-teacher meetings. There was something about having to owl parents about their kids’ behaviour or academic performance that made him feel guilty, as though he was snitching on a good friend. But sometimes, it was crucial.

Remus paced in his office for thirty minutes before you were scheduled to meet him, his sympathetic system tossing him into fight or flight mode. Would you be a kind parent, with the best interest for your child, or would you be a strict, unwelcoming person who took everything from him as an attack? Godric, he wished it was the former.

At four o’clock sharp in the afternoon, the dreaded knock of Remus’s office door was heard. The professor scrambled up to get the door, patting down his clothes one last time before swinging it open. His jaw almost dropped. You were absolutely beautiful, wrapped in a warm coat that only exposed the bottom of your shins and feet, clad in tall heels. Clearly, you had just come from work, Remus thought. “I apologise if I’m late, Professor Lupin, I came straight from work.”

You knew you were right on time.

Remus shook himself out of his daze, stepping aside so you could enter his office. “You’re right on time, Mrs. l/n.” You smiled gently at him, heels clicking on the floor as you moved to sit in the chair he gestured to. “Oh, I’m not married, Professor Lupin.” Great, he had already managed to embarrass himself. “Oh, I apologise. Devon did mention it was just the two of you.”

Ah yes, Devon. The entire reason you were here.

Merely a naive first year, eager, pushing his glasses up his nose as he scurried over to his next lesson. He was a bright kid, the kindest one Remus knew, and he was failing almost all of his classes. “Has he done anything wrong?” You asked, a sudden look of worry overtaking your features. “Right,” Remus cleared his throat uncomfortably. This was not going to be a pleasant conversation. “I told Devon to come meet us in fifteen minutes, because I wanted to discuss the situation with you first. As you know, the academic reports for the first term will be out soon, however, Ms. l/n, I have to warn you, it’s not looking good.”

Remus feared you might cry with the way your face fell, so he just kept speaking, hoping something would make you feel better. He heard the pace of your pulse increase, going unsteady. “Devon is an incredibly bright wizard. He’s the first to pick up every spell, and participates in class all the time. His enthusiasm to learn is truly admirable, but when it comes to assignments and assessments, he seems to fall short.” Your eyes turned glassy, and you brought your gaze down to the hands folded in your lap.

“I can’t believe it.” Remus felt a pang in his chest at the way you said the words, helpless and guilty. He wanted to stand up and give you a hug. “I thought he was doing perfectly fine. We send each other owls all the time - I, I don’t know why he wouldn’t bring up the fact that he was struggling.”

Remus stood up from where he sat at his desk to come sit down in the chair next to you. He placed a friendly hand on your shoulder. “It’s normal for kids to want to impress their parents. And, don’t worry about it. The reason we’re having this meeting now is so that we can figure what the problem is early on.” When you met Remus’s eyes again, he saw that they were filled with tears. “I’m sorry, Professor Lupin, I don’t know why I’m-” You cut yourself off the second you heard your own voice break, immediately looking away from the professor.

“I don’t want you to feel like this is your fault, okay? We’ll sort things out together. I honestly called you in for this meeting because I actually have a suspicion to why I think he may be struggling.” Your head snapped towards Remus, eyes wide, and Remus extended a hand to wipe the tears away from your cheeks before realising that you were the mother of one of his students. He felt his cheeks go hot, pulling his hand away from your face.

“I think Devon might be dyslexic.” You straightened your posture, sniffling slightly, and your faced morphed into one of realisation. “Oh my god. How did I not notice?” “It’s normal for you not to. I only noticed it may be a possibility because I’m dyslexic myself.”

“Oh.”

But before Remus could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. You frantically wiped away at the tears on your cheeks and straightened your posture, watching as Remus walked over to the door. It’s normal for parents to want to impress their kids, he realised. “Hiya Professor Lupin.” Devon greeted in his usual cheery voice. “Hi Devon.” Remus moved out of the way, and Devon’s eyes bulged out of his face as his eyes landed on your now standing figure. “Mum!” He yelled, running over to you and throwing his arms around you in a tight hug. Cupping your son’s cheeks in your hands, you ducked down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head.

“Why are you - oh. Did Professor Lupin tell you about my grades?” He asked, voice much lower, eyes fearful for any disappointment you might hold on your face. “Yeah, he did, Dev.” Devon frowned, letting you guide him by the hand to sit down. Sitting in front of him, you brought your voice down so only he could hear you. So you thought.

“I’m not upset, Devon. I just wish you told me you were having trouble. I thought we trusted each other enough for that.” Devon nodded at your words, swinging his feet above the ground. “I know. We do. But I didn’t want you to worry.” You chuckled lightly, a fond smile on your face. “That’s sort of my job though, isn’t it?” Devon shrugged his shoulders, not meeting your eyes as he mumbled “I guess.”

Remus’s heart warmed at the sight. He couldn’t believe that he was worried about meeting you. You were so motherly, he thought. So caring. In fact, Remus couldn't believe that you weren't married. Remus stepped forward to sit in front of his desk, interrupting the moment between you. “Devon, can I ask you a question?” Remus asked. The boy silently nodded. “Do you have trouble reading? As in, do you find it difficult to process things after you’ve read them? Or have trouble writing things down?”

Devon’s only response was “I know how to read.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what, Devon. I know how to read too, but I always have trouble understanding things after I read them. Sometimes the words even look like they’re moving on the pages for me. And that makes it difficult for me to write sometimes.” Devon’s head snapped up to look at his Professor, mouth agape with a silent question. “Come here for a second.” Remus said with a nod of his head towards him. Devon obliged, trudging around the desk as Remus pulled out a textbook from one of his drawers.

Flipping over to a random page, he looked at Devon expectantly. “Pain to read, right?” Finally, a response. Devon nodded, looking back at Remus, his humiliation finally fading away. Remus brought his wand up to the page, mumbling something under his breath. He turned his gaze to Devon once more, who was so surprised that he pulled the textbook closer to him, eyes wide with shock as he scanned over the pages. “How did you do that?”

“Simple spell, really. I’ll teach it to you tomorrow after our lesson, alright?” Devon nodded, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the textbook pages. "Devon?" Devon's head shot towards you, and he rounded the desk, returning to you with a smile on his face. "Do you think this will help with your grades? Or are you struggling with your lessons too?" Devon glanced towards Professor Lupin, who was looking at him with the same careful expression as you. He finally shook his head. "No. I think classes are pretty easy most of the time." Remus heard your sigh of relief as a small smile made its way onto your face. You nodded twice, blinking slowly.

“That’s it then, Devon. You can go, if you’d like.” Devon looked back and forth between you and Professor Lupin, throwing his arms over your shoulders in a loose hug. “Winter break is only two weeks away. I’ll see you soon.” You whispered to him, tilting your head down to press a kiss to his cheek. “Okay. I love you mum.” He said, pushing the glasses up his nose, leaving a smudged fingerprint on the lens. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Your gaze followed Devon as he ran out of the office, a slight furrow between your eyebrows. You couldn’t help but worry about him. Standing up, you turned to face Remus, smiling softly to him. He walked around his desk, leaning back slightly on the wooden surface. He only now realised that even in heels, he stood taller than you. “I don’t know how to thank you, Professor Lupin.” Go out with me for coffee, he thought. Instead, the words that came out were, “Remus is just fine.”

You laughed softly, nodding. “Alright, Remus. Thank you for this.” “I’m happy to help.” Remus responded, a smile making its way on his face at the sound of your heart speeding up. “Well, I’ll see you around.”

He saw you two weeks later, standing on platform 9 3/4, snuggled warmly in a coat, scarf wrapped around your neck to keep you warm. The bottom half of your face was fully hidden, but when you spotted Devon walking off the train, you lowered the scarf, waving to your son with a wide grin. Remus swallowed thickly, then. Remus hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the meeting.

He hoped he could come home with you for Christmas too.

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Teasing kisses - Remus Lupin

summary: basically just dry humping with Remus cw: smut, dry humping, kind of sub!remus? 0.9k+ wc

You pressed kisses alongside the trail of Remus’s jawline, listening to the rhythm of his breathing. Your lips travelled back up to his face, kissing his cheeks, jaw, forehead, and lips, before dipping away again and continuing to cover his body in kisses. Remus’s hands laid on your hips, straddling his own, fingers twitching ever so often in an attempt not to move. Another kiss on his lips and his eyes were fluttering shut, leaning into you, but the kiss was already gone and you continued your loving attack on him. Remus kept his eyes closed, feeling the soft press of your lips against his scarred skin, listening to the steady beat of your heart. When Remus felt your lips approaching his, he straightened his back against the headboard of his bed, puckering his lips slightly. He felt your smile on his lips when you finally kissed him, but gasped slightly when you pulled away again torturously. Remus’s eyes flew open and he whined in need, begging a quiet “Please.” Your lips stilled against his skin, pulling away slowly before making solid eye contact with your boyfriend. 

“Please.” He breathed out again, eyes desperate. You smiled, one hand cupping Remus’s jaw, and leaning forward to lock lips with him. Remus inhaled deeply, a hand moving to hold the nape of your neck gently as he pulled you deeper into the kiss. His mouth opened slightly, prompting you to slide your tongue in between his lips, eliciting a quiet moan from the boy in front of you. Remus glided his tongue against yours, trying to gain access to your mouth before giving up and letting you have control. You giggled into the kiss, pulling away briefly before Remus was chasing your lips with his, desperately reconnecting them. He pecked your lips a few times, enjoying the feel of them against his, before letting you extend the kiss, pushing his chest back so he could fully lean against the headboard once more. You trailed your kisses back to his jaw, but one of Remus’s hands was instantly cupping your cheek and leading you back to his lips. You let Remus eagerly push his tongue into your mouth, licking harshly against your tongue to deepen the kiss.

Sighing in satisfaction, you ground your hips down against Remus's, rolling them experimentally. Remus shot away from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he gasped "Shit! Don't do that!" with a hand coming down to grip your bare thigh, just underneath your skirt. Scanning his panicked expression, you couldn't help the smile on your face when you felt his hardening cock straining against his trousers. "Why not?" You prodded, pushing your weight down onto his dick. Remus cursed under his breath, "I'll cum in my trousers." He replied with a whine, as though he knew it wasn't a good enough excuse for you to stop. Giggling corruptly, you resumed your movements, grinding down on your boyfriend's pelvis, a loud moan escaping you when your clit rubbed against the denim of his jeans. "Fuck, that feels too good." You mumbled, eyes fluttering closed momentarily. When you opened your eyes, Remus's expression had changed, jaw slack in awe.

Pressing kisses across Remus's collarbones, you smiled at the sound his quiet moans. You knew Remus had the strength to flip you over if he really wanted you to stop, but teasing him was just too fun. Remus gripped your hips, pushing you down onto his lap while his hips bucked up. It seemed to be a situation of 'I'll cum like this if you cum like this.' Biting down on the skin of Remus's neck, you tried muffling your moans, however you were unsuccessful. Remus cupped your face with both his hands, pulling you back up to slam your lips against his while you took charge of moving your hips, reaching down to pull your underwear to the side, maximising the friction.

All of a sudden, Remus was gripping your hips again, bucking his hips up to help flip you over, emitting a loud gasp from you as you broke the kiss. He used one hand to flip your skirt up before his hand migrated next to your head. Remus watched the movements of his hips against your cunt before deciding to lean forward on his forearms and reconnecting your lips in a kiss. You couldn't help but cry out into the kiss, wrapping your legs around your boyfriend's hips to pull his hips flush against you. Remus pulled away from the kiss, digging his head into the crook of your neck as his breathing sped up, small moans escaping his mouth with every hump of his hips into you. You whined restlessly, bearing nearly Remus's full weight as he rolled his hips into you, otherwise laying completely flat against you. "Fuck, fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming baby." Remus muttered as his hips became erratic against you, the harsh movement causing the cold zipper of his jeans to slide against your clit. The rough metal created the most perfect friction for you and you bucked your hips up, moaning loudly as your orgasm overtook your body, back arching off the mattress.

Remus laid flat against you as you recovered from your orgasm, lifting himself off you as you finally caught your breath. He unbuckled the belt around his hips to shimmy out of his jeans, and inevitably his sticky boxers. You sat up straight on the bed, watching him peel his boxers off, and copied his movements with your panties, tossing them to the side before crawling across Remus's bed and gripping his wrinkled shirt, sitting back on your ankles. Remus leaned down, giving you a soft kiss and gasping when your hands trailed lower teasingly. "Come on loverboy, we're not done yet."

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hi, this is the first time I'm writing a request on tumblr but I really like your writing (and unfortunately I'm very picky about writing styles🫣) I have tons of ideas for one shots in the back of my head so I'm coming to you with this rather simple one: reader x remus

Remus & reader are sth like friends, they have a secret crush on each other; remus is the casanova of gryffindor tower and all the girls (and probably boys) are crushing on him, Remus isn't quiet aware of the impact he has, reader reveals it to him in a convo (maybe while studying?) they're having that everyone finds him attractive and he asks if reader does aswell and so onnnn...

honestly, do with it what you want, I'm sure you will slay it! in case you hate the idea pls just ignore my request haha!⭐️

What about you? - Remus Lupin

summary: despite having a whole fanbase of girls who want him as their boyfriend, remus is only interested in your opinion wc: 1k

The giggles you heard as you walked past a group of girls with Remus had you rolling your eyes, cutting off the middle of your conversation. You couldn’t even have a single trip back from the library without a group of Remus’ fangirls making a big deal over him, but the boy didn’t notice them, only taking note of your unusual reaction.

Remus brushed a hand to the back of your arm, his soft touch stealing your attention from the group of insolent girls. “You alright?” Remus asked, carefully watching your expression change from one of annoyance to empathy. “They don’t bother you?” Remus’s eyebrows furrowed, a crease forming between them “Who?” You glanced around the hallway, looking for another group of Remus’s fans. Finally, at the sight of some third year girls huddled around in the corner of the hallway, nervously glancing towards you both, you nodded your head in their direction, softly elbowing Remus in his side. “You know, your little fanbase of girls?” Remus stopped in his tracks, making you look back at his when you realised his disappearance. 

“My little what?” You laughed at the shock in his voice, repeating “Fanbase. Honestly Rem, it shocks me every time that you don’t have a new girl in your bed every day. You could have the entire school lined up to have a turn with you.” Remus stammered, finally picking up his pace, hooking his arm with yours to drag you back to the common room with him. “You need to start over, you’ve lost me.” He said, coming to a stop in front of the fat lady’s portrait to mumble the password.

“I’m surprised you don’t know.” “Sweetheart, just give it to me straight.” He begged, slumping down on the couch in front of the fireplace and patting the spot next to him. You didn’t fail to take notice of the jealous eyes following your figure as you sat close to Remus. You felt your chest swell with pride, and almost wanted to call out ‘Yes, I’m closer to him than you’ll ever be. Cry about it.’ But there were pros and cons to being Remus’s best friend. Pro: you were Remus Lupin’s best friend. Con: you were only Remus Lupin’s best friend. And you feared that with the discovery of all the girls who wanted to have him as their boyfriend, all you’d ever be was his best friend.

“There’s nothing much to it. You know, apart from the fact that every girl in the castle wants you as their boyfriend.” Remus was silent as he processed the information, blinking slowly. “You know, it’s just always been this way. I think people started realising that you’re more than just a pretty face.” “Pretty face?” He mumbled. “Wait. Every girl in the castle?” You shrugged, replying “More or less. I mean, I can assure you that Lily isn’t one of them.” You both laughed at the comment, an image of the infatuated couple displaying in your head. Remus slid his hand into yours, squeezing it softly. “Well, what about you?” You felt your face immediately heat up at his question, trying your hardest to maintain eye contact with the boy, but you couldn’t help the way your gaze dipped down to look at the way Remus held your hand.

You gulped. This was not the first time you and Remus held hands, not at all. But you’d never held hands in this context, with the boy asking if you wanted him to be your boyfriend. “What about me?” You echoed, returning your gaze to Remus’s eyes. The boy seemed to suddenly get nervous, his face flushing as he began to stumble over his words, voice quieting down significantly. “You said every girl in the castle wants me as their boyfriend. Does that apply to you?”

You were very aware that Remus could probably hear the fast thumping of your heart, and you could too. You only wished you had a trick to know how he was feeling too. “It’s fine if not!” He announced at the same time you said “Only if you want it to!” A painful silence settled between you. You cleared your throat, watching as Remus opened and shut his mouth. He didn’t make a move to say anything, forcing you to speak up. “It’s fine if not…” You started, “Does that mean you want it to apply to me?” 

“I mean, it would be pretty nice if the girl I like wants me to be her boyfriend. But if she doesn’t, I guess it’s…” Remus’s words trailed off as he saw a wide grin on your face. He swallowed thickly, forcing his face to cool down, but that wasn’t possible. Not when you were cupping his cheeks and leaning forward to press a bold kiss on his lips. Remus’s hand curled around the nape of your neck to keep your lips pressed against his, only pulling away when he deemed himself ready. “Let’s go out!” He announced the second your lips parted, standing up abruptly. 

You blinked quickly, looking up at the tall boy and asking “Now?” Remus nodded, holding his hands out for you to take. “Yeah, let’s go out now. On a date.” You took Remus’s hands, letting him pull you off the couch. He let go of one of your hands, the other one sneakily intertwining his fingers with yours, leading you out of the common room. Remus led you onto the Hogwarts grounds to spend time together, but it was impossible to have a conversation when neither of you could take your eyes off the other’s lips. Instead, your first date was spent chasing each other for kisses by the black lake, where watchful eyes allowed the news of your relationship to be spread all around hogwarts by the time you got to the great hall for dinner.

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I neeeed more poly!marauders x reader but maybe on the train to hogwarts and James gets worked up over some girl in a magazine???

Sirius's magazine - poly!marauders

summary: when sirius sneaks his porn magazine into james's backpack, it's almost inevitable for the boy to find it and cause a happy accident. wc: 2.2k+

It had been a long summer without your boys. Sirius and James had spent a couple of pleasant months together, exchanging kisses behind close doors in disguise of helping a friend out, and you and Remus had been left all alone. So it wasn’t really a surprise that you were the first to greet each other on the train back to Hogwarts. James watched with pouty lips as you and Remus engulfed each other in a tight hug, the taller boy leaning down to kiss you. James and Sirius followed your movements, exchanging hugs and short kisses before you settled yourself against Remus’s side, his arm slung over your shoulder, keeping you snug against him. 

The group fell into a comfortable atmosphere as Sirius delved into stories about him and James while they stayed at the Potter Manor, and how Fleamont almost caught them kissing a little more than one time. “Oh please, if anyone would be fine with their son liking boys, it would be James’s parents.” You pointed out, resting your head on Remus’s shoulder. James shook his head “No but my parents think I have a girlfriend. Well, they know I have a girlfriend, but that’s it.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise, feeling Remus’s body move as he chuckled. “Yeah, James spoke about you so much that his mum asked if you were his girlfriend. Spoiler alert: he said yes.” You grinned widely, putting a hand on Remus’s chest and glancing up at his amused expression.

“Also,” James added, “In every photo I showed of our friend group, you’re pretty much always sitting in my lap, so it would be weird if I said no and then showed them those photos.” You hummed, shrugging your shoulders. “What can I say, I know where my favourite seat is.” Remus lightly shoved you before instantly bringing you back to his side and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Let me show you.” James insisted, leaning down to lift his backpack up into his lap and ruffling through it. He huffed, pulling a large object out of the bag and saying “Sirius, you didn’t!” But the image on the front cover of the magazine instantly gave it away. “What!?” The boy defended, “I didn’t have time to put it in my luggage and I wasn’t going to leave it!” 

“Sirius, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t go shoving porn magazines in other people’s bags!” You and Remus both made a noise of understanding, nodding your heads in unison. “Three people aren’t enough to satisfy your needs?” Teased Remus, leaning further in his seat. Sirius held Remus’s eye contact, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke “James, turn to page 26.” James obeyed, but not without shooting Sirius a suspicious look first. “Doesn’t she look just like her?” He asked, not breaking eye contact with the scarred boy.

James’s small gasp told you enough. His eyes were trained on the page, eyes wide, and if you were close enough, you’d probably see the way his pupils dilated. “What do you think?” Sirius asked. James shrugged his shoulders, trying to be nonchalant, but the redness in his cheeks and the shy look on his face spoke otherwise. “Not identical, but yeah, close enough.” James flicked to the other page, and you saw his jaw go slack, hand freezing on the paper. Suddenly, he looked up, briefly making eye contact with you before he slammed the magazine shut and averted his gaze to the window.

“Hey, I wanna see!” You called, standing up and snatching the magazine from James’s sweaty hands. You stood silently flicking through the magazine, an eyebrow raised as you scanned the promiscuous positions of the models on each page. The train jerked just as you landed on page 26, and you stumbled, throwing your arms out to regain your balance, but an arm was wrapping around your waist and tugging you towards them. You landed with a squeal on someone’s lap, and you looked back to spot Remus’s grinning face, both his arms snaking around your torso. He nodded towards the magazine, and you turned your gaze towards it, your breath immediately hitching in your throat.

“I was not expecting that.” You muttered, and Remus hummed in agreement. Page 26 had the most inappropriate image so far, with the model on her knees, chest touching the floor as she arched her back. The image was taken from the back, allowing a perfect view of her leaking centre between her spread legs. Sirius was right though, she had nearly identical hair, and her body’s curves dipped in similar manners to yours. “Well, I’ve never seen myself from that angle, so I wouldn’t know.” You announced, looking up at Sirius who wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively. You turned to the next page, where the same model was now straddling a man’s lap, leaning over his chest with her fist closed around his dick. “Hey, he kind of looks like you!” You added, looking up at Remus with a grin. “Same tattoo placement too.” You pointed at the man on the page’s tattoo, just above his hip, and Remus ducked his head down to press kisses in the crook of your neck. “Meant to be together in every universe, yeah?” You twisted on Remus’s lap to face him, leaning closer to kiss him softly. One of his hands travelled to your hip to squeeze it gently, pecking your lips once more.

James’s attention was still turned towards the view on the other side of the window, but he listened closely to your entire loving exchange, an image of you an Remus together forming in his head. He winced, feeling himself grow impossibly harder. You cocked your head to the side as you observed James, calling the boy’s name once. As he turned his body towards you, he placed his hands over his lap, gulping harshly. You giggled, standing from Remus’s lap to wobble over to James. Wrapping your arms over his shoulders, you let yourself drop onto his lap, causing a loud moan to escape his parted lips. James’s hands moved to tightly grip your hips, adjusting you so that his swollen cock was right in between your legs.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” You asked teasingly, pressing a soft kiss on James’s temple. “Please, please.” He whimpered, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that Jamie, you know that.” Sirius turned his body towards you and James as the words tumbled out of your mouth, leaning back against  the compartment’s wooden door as he prepared himself for the show.

“I’m so hard, please.” He whispered, not daring to look at either of the other boys in the compartment. Sometimes they intimidated him too much, but you were always looking at him with adoration in your eyes. Turning your attention towards Remus, you silently deliberated with the quiet boy, a small smirk on his lips. The train hit a bump, causing your body to jump up and down on James’s lap, making him bite his lip painfully as he miserably tried to suppress a moan. Desperately, James bucked his hips up, looking for friction. His eyes fluttered shut as a satisfied breath left his lips, but his pleasure was short lived.

“James.” His eyes snapped open, looking directly across your body to make eye contact with Remus, who’d finally put on an assertive tone. “Are you so desperate to cum that you’re willing to do it in your trousers? On the train to Hogwarts?” James nodded quickly, which put a frown on Remus’s face. “Think about it for a few seconds.” It was James’s turn to frown, his eyebrows furrowing as he shook his head. “Go on and unbutton them for me.”

Sirius leaned to the side, reaching for the lock on the compartment door and turning it. He quickly mumbled a silencing spell while James rushed to undo his trousers. James looked up, waiting for further instructions from Remus. “Pull your boxers down.” You glanced down at James’s movements, watching his cock spring out of his boxers, tip leaking with drops of precum. You couldn’t help but wrap your hand around his cock, causing James’s jaw to fall open in a silent moan. A call of your name had your head snapping back towards Remus, patiently listening for his next words. “Just sit on it for now.” Sirius barked out a laugh as you whined “What? That’s not fair!” Remus raised his eyebrows at your disobedience, and it was enough for you to sigh submissively and follow his commands.

James’s hand slid under your skirt to push your panties to the side, the other arm wrapping around your waist carefully to help you slowly sink onto him. Your eyes snapped shut as you took in James’s thick length, a quiet whimper leaving you as you tried adjusting to his size. The only sound in the compartment was your and James’s heavy breathing, tears clouding your vision as you got yourself used to James’s girthy cock. James’s hands returned to your hips in an instant, slightly lifting you off him to help you adjust. Remus watched silently, manspreading and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not gonna tell them to stop moving?” Teased Sirius, moving to sit next to the boy in command. “Bold coming from the guy who got them in this situation.” He fired back, though the playful smile on his face suggested he was only teasing.

Remus put an arm out and Sirius quickly moved to fill the empty space in front of it, taking your precious spot. The two shared a quick kiss and James instantly whined, letting his head drop on your shoulder as he tried holding himself back from moving. “I still don’t think this is fair.” You announced boldly, squeezing your legs together for more friction. “I didn’t even do anything!” You whimpered as the train hit another bump, James’s dick grazing your cervix.

Remus smiled at you, standing up and taking a step towards you. You looked up at him hopefully, chest puffing up when he leaned down to kiss you, cupping your cheeks with both his hands. You moaned quietly, pushing yourself up to return the kiss and Remus chuckled in the kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth. Your fingers closed around Remus’s sweater, trying to pull him closer to you, but he broke the kiss, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs as he smiled down at you. “I know darling, you’re being so good for me. Get through this and I promise I’ll reward you when we get to the castle yeah?” You nodded eagerly, only remembering about James when he sharply thrusted his hips into yours, causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.

“Well, we both know who isn’t getting a reward later.” Remus scolded, causing James to whine, his head falling back in disappointment. “Okay James, go crazy.” Your eyes widened when those words left Remus’s mouth, and you instantly opened your mouth to protest “Not too crazy!” But James had already started thrusting his hips into you with such force that you bounced up his lap with each thrust. “Oh god!” You cried, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud. 

From in front of you, Sirius bit his lip at the sight of you panting on top of James who desperately bucked his hips into you, feeling himself grow hard. Fuck, now he was going to have to find a magazine with a lookalike of you and James together. “Don’t forget about her.” Remus warned James, sitting back down next to Sirius. James whimpered, mumbling “I’m sorry, sorry” as his hand travelled to the front of your panties, snaking inside to fumble around, looking for your clit. You jerked up when James’s fingers connected to your clit, beginning to harshly rub circles on it as he began losing rhythm of his thrusts.

Suddenly remembering that he wasn’t limited to this position alone, James wrapped his free arm around your waist, using the momentum of his thrusts to stand up. You yelped as James put you on your feet, turning you towards the window so he could hit it from the back. You stuck your ass out, legs immediately beginning to shake from the new angle as James began thrusting into you with more power.

Sirius cleared his throat, reaching for the button of his trouser, when Remus placed his hand atop his, saying “Don’t.” Sirius’s eyes widened, and he mumbled “What?” though he quickly turned his attention back to you and James just as your back was arching and James’s thrusts were becoming sloppy. Your high pitched moans filled the compartment while James was crying out your name, releasing his load into you. He kept his cock buried inside you while you both came, emptying every last drop of cum into you. You panted heavily, turning your torso as much as you could to kiss James, who eagerly accepted your kiss. Sirius finally turned his gaze back to Remus, who still kept his hand over his, and questioned again. “What? You’re joking, right?” Remus shook his head, holding out the magazine that Sirius had hidden in James’s bag. “Think of it as a sort of punishment.” 

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Sleeping beauty - platonic!marauders

summary: reader stumbles into the common room after a long night of 'sleep'. they try discovering who she slept with the night before. wc: 0.7k

Lily sipped her tea as the marauders animatedly chatted around her in the common room, Marlene in a half-asleep state, head resting on Remus’s shoulder. “Hey, where is y/n, by the way?” Asked Sirius, taking a big gulp out of his own coffee, looking at your two dorm mates for an answer. “Sleeping.” Replied Marlene, blinking slowly. James twisted his his torso to glance at the big clock on the wall behind him, frowning. “It’s 3 in the afternoon.” Lily jolted up, as though having a revelation, and looked straight towards Marlene. “Also, who did she get with last night?” Now this attracted the attention of the other marauders, who instantly turned to stare at Lily. “She slept with someone!?” Whisper-yelled Sirius, glancing between Lily and Marlene.

Marlene scoffed, mumbling “She came back to our dorm at like 1am, and has been knocked out since. So yeah, she definitely slept with someone.” Remus furrowed his eyebrows “Sleeping for thirteen hours doesn’t necessarily mean she slept with someone.” Lily laughed, nodding ‘yes’. “Trust me, good sex can put a girl out for a good fifteen hours. We probably won’t see her until night comes.” “Oh I bet it’s the Ravenclaw.” Marlene thought out loud, and Lily hummed in agreement. “I’ll bet it’s that Slytherin.” She challenged, digging a galleon out of her pocket. Marlene grinned, suddenly awake, and tossed a golden coin onto the table. “How- what!?” Questioned Sirius, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, here comes sleeping beauty.” Teased James loudly, earning a tired grumbled from you as you trudged down the stairs. Lily laughed at the sight of you, dragging your feet behind you, cuddling into your thick sweatshirt.

“So who’s the prince charming?” Marlene added, leaning over the table to high five James. Your eyes widened in a moment of panic, and you nodded your head across the common room. “What?” Asked Sirius, looking between you and the other two girls in the group. You gulped harshly, mumbling “Uh, I can’t say.” Lily and Marlene both had matching confused expressions on their faces, communicating ‘You always tell us though!’ You gave them a warning look, trying to subtly gesture towards Sirius with your eyes, but the second you looked his way, he had caught you.

“Hey! Why’d you look at me like that!” “No reason!” You squeaked, slumping down on the couch next to James, insistently avoiding Sirius’s eyes. “Is it the Slytherin then?” Asked Lily, a hopeful look in her eyes. “Well, uh, not the Slytherin.” You cleared your throat, shooting Lily a reprimanding look. “Oh my god, did you sleep with my cousin!?” Yelled Sirius, earning him a screech of “What!? Sirius your cousins are all girls!” But that had instantly revealed too much. Your eyes widened in realisation and Sirius straightened up, his jaw dropping. “Oh. My. God.” He started, pointing at you accusingly. “Did you sleep with my brother!?”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but nothing came out. Lily and Marlene gasped in unison at the revelation, and James and Remus shared a shocked look. You were already humiliated enough that the boy in the head below managed to whisk you into his bed, sharing secret kisses with you before bringing you pleasure until the early hours of the morning. He had walked you all the way up to the Gryffindor tower, cupping your face and kissing you gently for a long moment before pulling away and wishing you a good night. Your face had flushed, and you had promised him that he’d see you tomorrow. So, today.

“You slept with my fucking brother, oh my god.” You bit your lip, guiltily sinking back into the cushions of the couch. “One of my best friends just slept with my younger brother.”

“I’m sorry Sirius.” You tried apologising, “I really didn’t mean to he just, he just!” But the look Remus shot you was enough to shut you up, warning you not to cross any further lines. An awkward silence settled on the friend group. “Hey, was he at least good in bed though?” Marlene asked “Oh, god yes.” Simple to say, that response got you a pillow chucked in the face.

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mind blowing kisser - platonic!marauders

summary: your friend group finds out something shocking about you, Hogwarts's biggest heartthrob. wc: 1.5k cw: undertones of remus x reader, talks of sex, suggestive(?)

A charming smile that swept boys and girls alike off their feet. Confidence that had teachers and students agreeing with any word that came tumbling out of your mouth. Luring eyes attracting prey after prey into your arms, whether it be at a party or from across the library. A roster of people lining up in front of you that had Sirius Black intimidated. Everyone wanted you, and not a single person could deny that.

Some people were genuinely intimidated to approach your friend group, and you weren't surprised. Why wouldn't they when you had the two heart throbs, the scariest student at Hogwarts, both Head Students, and a raging lesbian? That’s why everyone left your favourite spot in the common room empty, whether you were there or not. And it was always available for after parties like this one. You slumped down on the couch next to Remus, snatching his bottle of beer and taking a sip before pulling a face. Sometimes you were intoxicated enough to forget you hated beer — this was not one of those times.

“He a good kisser?” Asked Marlene from the armchair she was vacating, watching as you waved goodbye to the Hufflepuff you'd been making out with. You shrugged, letting the smile drop from your face when you turned back around. “Just enough.” “Not enough for you to take to bed?” Questioned Sirius, hiding his smirk from behind his own beer bottle. “You say that as though I sleep around.” You didn’t mean to get the entire group laughing, but you couldn’t help the smile on your face at their cluelessness. “Right, because how many people have you slept with? One? Three hundred?” You threw your head back with a laugh at Lily’s comment, eyes attracted to where she and James held hands tightly.

“Why, how many have you slept with Sirius?” You asked, suddenly curious. He winced, lips moving silently as he counted the numbers in his head. “Like twelve?” You hummed apprehensively. “Thought it would be more.” “More? Lady, you’re really scaring me here.” He shot back, eyes wide in shot. “Genuinely sweetheart, how many is it?” Pushed Marlene.

You turned to Remus, now holding you snug against him by the arm around your shoulders. The boy smiled at you, noticing the mischievous glint in your eyes. “They’re not going to believe me when I tell them.” Remus chuckled at your loud whisper, watching as you started giggling to yourself. “Oh I can’t wait to see your faces when I tell you.” You announced, feeling your cheeks heat up as you continued laughing. Remus swallowed thickly, trying not to think about the number. Lily, sat directly facing you on the warm rug with her boyfriend, looked terribly concerned for your wellbeing.

“Okay, ready?” You asked, scanning the group one last time. “Wait!” Yelled Sirius, “Let’s place bets!” You nodded, seeing Remus roll his eyes from your peripheral vision. “Is that appropriate?” He rubbed your arm softly, and you turned to him again, telling him “Let them.” He was confused for a moment. Were you under the impression he knew how many people you slept with?

“Okay,” Marlene announced, “I want twelve, I’m matching Sirius’s count. Lily says seventeen, James says seven, okay odd man out. Sirius?” “Twenty three.” You gasped loudly, putting your hand out towards Sirius in a theatrical gesture. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, Mr. Black.”

“Oh just spill, will you?” He countered. “Okay, here we go.” You took a deep breath, taking one last look at each of your friends’ faces before finally saying. “I’m a virgin.”

Marlene screamed, standing up and pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You’re a fucking liar is what you are.” Said Sirius with an unimpressed look on his face. “Zero?” You heard Remus mumble. He just wished you didn't sense the relief in his voice. “And I wasn’t hiding it either. If you’d asked, I’d have told you.” Marlene shook her head.

“Lies, because when I asked last week how it was with Rosier, you said-”

“Good. I said it was good.”

“And then I asked if it was mind blowing and you said-”

“Not really… Because what’s so mind blowing about a good make out sess?”

Lily suddenly gasped. “You sneaky little- so just because we’ve never said the word sex in the questions, you didn’t - oh my godric.” You shrugged, a smile on your face. “Wait so how has the entire castle been fooled?” Asked James, looking at you with genuine interest. “I mean boys in the Quidditch locker rooms talk about you all the time.”

“People exaggerate things. I’ll give a hand job here and there, and when they can’t get it up again I’ll just say it was shame and they’ll leave. I guess they’re just too embarrassed to reveal those details. And you’d be surprised by the amount of guys who cum in their trousers from a little kissing and grinding.” You heard Remus’s breath hitch in his throat. “You’re joking, right?” Clarified Sirius. You shook your head. “I’ve never tried hiding the fact that I’m a virgin. Thought you’d know.” You turned your head towards Remus, finally looking at him in the eyes.

“When I asked if you slept with Malfoy, you said no. Said you didn’t sleep around. I thought you meant you didn’t sleep around much. When you came back from Davies’s dorm, I asked you about it and you said ‘these boys are disappointing. A little kissing and they’re done for.’ I thought you meant kissing while fucking. Jesus, it’s been right in front of our faces.” Remus ranted breathily, looking at you with a confused expression.

“So Hogwarts’s number one heartthrob is a virgin?” Gasped Sirius. “Kissing enough guys made people think you’re sleeping with them all?”

“I’m good at what I do, Sirius, there’s no denying that.” His face flushed red, and from across the couch, you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips. "Mind blowing kisser, in fact." “You see - that!” Marlene cried, sitting back down. “You’re so confident, and you could have anyone. So - so why haven’t you?”

You leaned your back against the couch, stealing Remus’s beer from him again and taking a long sip. “I just - I enjoy kissing people, you know? And I don’t want to have sex with any of these guys who are only interested in that. Like they all hope they’ll sleep with me and then steal my heart so they can be the ones to break it. I want-” You huffed, downing the rest of Remus’s beer. The boy huffed, pushing you to the side in mock annoyance. You laughed lightly. “I want someone I have a genuine connection with. An emotional commitment before a physical one.”

Your eyes followed Remus as he got up to fetch another beer, and you saw him grab a pre-mixed cocktail. He opened both bottles, handing you the watermelon flavoured drink, and you smiled at him softly. A long silence fell on the group, watching as you thanked him with a loving look in your eyes.

“Godric,” started Sirius, breaking the comfortable silence, “You must masturbate like-” “Never.” You cut in. It was his turn to scream now, and even James and Lily’s jaws dropped. You started laughing again as you took another sip of your drink. “Not my thing.” “But you have, right?” Asked Marlene, a desperate look in her eyes. You shook your head.

“So the biggest heartthrob at Hogwarts isn’t only a virgin, but has never had an orgasm.” You nodded at Lily’s shocked words. She was discovering a whole new side of her best friend. “Hogwarts’s biggest heartthrob is actually Hogwarts’s biggest prude.” You grinned, almost proudly, at Sirius’s words.

You stood suddenly, putting your drink down on the table and stretching your back in an exaggerated manner. “Well, I’m going to go have another peaceful, virgin night’s sleep.” Marlene cackled at your comment, and you squeezed Remus’s outstretched hand as you passed by. It was easy to notice how relieved he was to know that you didn't sleep around. That maybe, his amateur skills in bed could impress you.

“Hey y/n?” You spun around, hand still holding Remus’s. You hummed at Sirius’s call, tossing your hair out of your face. “I’m not drunk enough now, but next time, I’m finding out just how good of a kisser you are.” You winked at your friend, missing the glare Remus sent his way. You bent down, pressing a kiss on Remus’s forehead. The unsuspecting boy jumped at the feelings of your soft lips on his forehead, and he turned to wave bye at you, but you had already turned your back to him and were halfway up the stairs.

Once you were out of earshot, Sirius laughed loudly, clutching his sides. “Oh, should’ve seen his fucking face! Chill out, Remus, I am not stealing your girl.”

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introducing harry potter's friend group in my concussions and interruptions au:

neville longbottom (the childhood best friend. their friendship is typically more quiet since harry became closer to ron at hogawarts and neville became closer to luna, but they trust each other the most out of everyone)

ron weasley (the hogwarts best friend. they met at hogwarts, but quickly grew to be best friends. he and hermione finally got together towards the beginning of y7 and already act like an old married couple.)

hermione granger (the icon. she's like the leader of the group, everyone will follow what she has to say. she and lavender are unlikely best friends since they've shared a dorm since y1.)

seamus finnegan (the comic relief. he and dean are closest, but seamus is the problematic best friend who laughs at all the wrong times)

dean thomas (the intellect. dean and hermione are always debating and competing with grades and it annoys the fuck out of the rest of the group. dean is also a mix of neville and seamus because he loves joking around, but is more quiet in doing so. ron is still mad at him for dating ginny.)

lavender brown (the gossip. she knows everything about anyone, and is always bringing the entertainment. she and seamus have been dating on and off since like 4th year but have been steady since 6th year.)

and by extension... reader's friend group

pansy parkinson (the ride or die. she and reader have been through it alllll. everything they know about anyone is shared and so are all their secrets. harry quickly became pansy's annoying brother, as though she didn't already have annoying boys to deal with)

draco malfoy (the spoiled brat. draco, just like seamus, is mildly problematic. will not get his toes in the mud, like expensive clothes and is probably intensely homosexual)

blaise zabini (the scary one. forget the fact that slytherins are typically 'the scary ones'. blaise scares everyone in the friendgroup. one raised eyebrow has you shaking in your boots. and this goes hand in hand with the fact that he's the mom friend.)

theo nott (the nonchalant. also the chaotic evil. he and draco will terrorise younger students for fun, but in a way that will only scare them, not do any actual harm. he's a party animal.)

A/N: is this hinting towards any fics with the friend groups involved? perchance.

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hi!! i love love love your concussions and interruptions au and i was wondering if you could do one with james and lily doing parent stuff with reader and basically adopting her into their family bc hers sucks. i loved the latest installment where lily was helping her with her dress and i would love to see more of stuff like that ❤️❤️❤️

pass the wrench - harry potter

summary: when james comes can't find harry to help him fix something, he decides you're fit to help with the job. after all, you're practically already his daughter in law. wc: 1.6k+ cw: like one suggestive comment (james tells harry to use protection)

When James Potter walked into his living room, he was sweaty, a slight frown on his face as his brows tugged into a furrow. His hands were on his hips, scanning the living room as he looked for his son. Harry was nowhere in sight as you sipped at your tea with Lily, easy smiles on both your faces as you conversed.

“Is Harry around?” James asked, wiping a hand on his forehead, words targeted towards his wife. “In the shower.” She responded, bringing the mug up to her lips to take a long sip of her warm drink. James nodded, patting his greasy hands on his trousers. “Alright then, you’re up, kid.” He said, gesturing towards you with a jerk of his chin. Lily shot James an unimpressed look, tilting her head to the side. But you were elated, a wide smile gracing your face as you placed your cup of tea on the table, hopping up to your feet.

“Yeah, I can help!” Lily shut her mouth at the happy tone of your voice, rushing over to James, whose eyebrows shot up in surprise at your enthusiasm. “Bring your wand.” James instructed as he returned to the garage with you right on his heels. You waited for his instruction silently, watching with curious eyes as he began tinkering with something.

“What’s that?” You asked, inching closer to your boyfriend’s dad, taking in the vast object in front of you. “A car. Muggles use them for transportation.”

“Why do you have one?”

James glanced up from where he was ducked over the open hood of the car, his curls falling into his face. He grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “That’s the question, isn’t it?” You laughed, eyes scanning the lifted hood of the car, trailing down to the metal components James was fixing. Or, attempting to fix. “Could I get some light here?”

You nodded, muttering ‘lumos’ and pointing your wand towards the area James was toying with. Chewing on your bottom lip, you leaned towards him, trying to see what he was doing. “Pass the wrench, would you?” You froze, turning your head towards the table near the car, tools laid out on its surface.

Swallowing thickly, you reached out towards the table, hands curling around the orange silicone handle of the tool you guessed to be the wrench. You placed it in Mr. Potter’s extended hand, and he brought it up to the car, freezing when he got a good look at it. James chuckled, turning to look at you, and you instantly knew you had guessed incorrectly.

“These are pliers,” He informed you, waving them around in the air. “Take another guess.” You huffed, shoulders sagging. “You know I got it wrong and you’re still gonna make me guess?”

James turned around, leaning his hips against the car and crossing his arms over his chest. Under his amused gaze, you stared at the table again, determined to get it right. “A wrench.” You whispered to yourself, ignoring James’s amused chuckle. You lifted another tool off the table, testing its weight in your hand. Humming, you placed it back on the table, unconvinced. You reached for another metal tool, simple looking, and yet you had no idea what it did.

You proudly presented the tool to Mr. Potter, grinning at him proudly. His eyes widened in shock and he nodded his head quickly, taking it from your hands and turning back to face the car. You giggled in satisfaction, pointing your wand towards the car again.

“Proud of yourself, are you?”

“Yeah, I am, actually.”

“Great, now pass me the screwdriver.”

You cursed under your breath, pulling your wand away from the car to spin towards the table again. “Wand!” He called, and you squeaked, pointing it in place again. You reached for the table, rolling a tool towards you and handing it to him. James hummed when he saw the screwdriver in your hand, taking it from you with an encouraging nod. “Is that right?” James responded with another nod, and you immediately asked “Okay, what next?”

“Um, next I think we see if it turns on.”

“Oh. How do we do that?”

James grinned, straightening up. He dug in his pocket for the keys, tossing them over to you. “Get in front of the wheel.” You nodded, rounding the car to open the door to the driver’s seat, settling down with a giggle. James closed the hood, then came over to your side of the car, where you had the door still open. He rolled the window down, then closed the door with a grin, seeing the joyful look on your face. He leaned against the open window, pointing towards the key hole.

“Put the key in there.” He instructed. You followed his command, glancing up at him expectantly after you’d done so. James made a twisting motion with his hand, and you mimicked it, furrowing your eyebrows when nothing happened. “Try again.” James mumbled, huffing when there was no result. He sped over to the front of the car, lifting the hood again.

You shrugged to yourself, glancing backwards and scanning the insides of the car. You squirmed, making yourself comfortable in the seat. Jumping slightly when the hood slammed shut, you met your boyfriends’s father’s eyes. He shot you a thumbs up, and you twisted the key again, eyes lighting up when the engine roared with life. “Woah!” You cried, looking up to meet James’s eyes. He jumped up with a loud cry, punching the air to celebrate his success.

“Did it work!?” You asked with a laugh. “It worked! Do you want to go for a drive?” You nodded at his words, and James hopped into the passenger’s seat, rolling down his window and putting on his seatbelt. You observed his movements, glancing back to find your own seatbelt and putting it on, locking it in the clasp. “Wait, I’m driving it?” James nodded, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah, like riding a bike.”

You froze at his comment, furrowing your eyebrows and turning to look at him. “I’ve never seen a bike like this.”

And at that very moment, the door to the garage opened once more and Lily Potter walked in, carrying a tray with two large cups of lemonade, the icy drink creating a layer of condensation on the glass. “For my mechanic and his little helper.” She said, sticking the tray into James’s side of the car. He lifted both cups at the same time, offering you one. You thanked Mrs. Potter, but she didn’t answer, squinting her eyes suspiciously at you both.

“Absolutely not.”

She finally said, putting the tray aside and crossing her arms. Her warning glare almost broke at the matching innocent looks on your and James’s faces, eyes wide and smiles sheepish. “What?” James asked, shrugging his shoulders. Lily let out an exasperated sigh, and she shook her head, reaching for James’s now empty cup. He handed it to her, and as he turned around to take your cup, you chugged the rest of your drink to follow. He laughed as lemonade seeped from the corners of your lips, taking the cup from you as you wiped away the liquid from your face.

It was only then that you realised how sweaty you had become in the humid space, your clothes sticking to you uncomfortably. You tugged at your shirt, pulling it off your slick skin, and you laughed nervously as Lily ordered “Both of you out of the car.” James grumbled under his breath and you twisted the key to turn the car off, pulling it out of its place. You opened the door, trying to get up, but you were forced against the back of your seat due to the seatbelt still strapped across your chest.

You tugged at the seatbelt, trying to pull it out of the buckle. You desperately looked over to Harry’s parents, meeting their amused gazes. “I’m stuck.” You mumbled helplessly, and Lily smiled softly as James broke down into fits of laughter.

“Hey.” Your head shot back towards the garage door, and you sighed in relief as Harry walked in, hair wet, skin gleaming. “What’s going on?”

“Fixed the car with my helper.”

“I thought I was your helper.”

“You can be his helper,” You announced, leaning forward so you could see him behind the car’s thick metallic structure. “But I learned what a plier and a wrench is!” Harry stuck his head in the opposite window, a smile on his face. “I’m proud of you, love.” You grinned, fingers curling around the seatbelt strap. “What are you doing in there?” He asked, and you heard James chuckle again.

“I’m stuck.” Harry glanced back towards his dad, shaking his head before walking over to your side of the car. He leaned over you, one hand resting on the car seat next to your head, and unlatched the clasp. You gasped as the belt flew back into its place, blinking rapidly.

“Oh.”

Harry laughed, offering you a hand. You took it, letting him guide you out of the car and towards the garage door, leading you back to the house. “Thanks for letting me help, Mr. Potter!” You cried as Harry encouraged you through the doorway. “No worries!” His voice echoed back. And then, “Use protection!”

“Dad, I just got out of the shower, we’re not going to have sex.”

“Oh, speaking of,” You added, turning towards him, just having entered the house. “Can I use your shower?”

“Yeah, of course. You’re-you’re going to shower?”

“Mhmm, if you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t mind at all. Of course not.” He mumbled, running a hand through his soaking hair. His eyes ran down your sweaty figure, hair slightly tousled, a couple of strands sticking to the sides of your face. You looked nice like this, he decided.

“Use protection!” James called out again, and this time, as Harry reached down for your hand, spotting the wide, teasing smile on your face at the expression he had, replied with “Okay.”

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love the concussions n interruptions series!! was wondering how did each friend group react to the relationship :3

pansy knew... she knew every single step of the way. she knew when you had a week long crush on harry in third year after watching slytherin play a game against gryffindor for the first time. she knew that despite being there to support your friends, you were staring at harry potter from the game's start to finish. that entire week, you couldn't help yourself from staring a little too long in shared classes, but you eventually shook it off. pansy made fun of you for it the entire time, and when you finally came running to her that harry potter kissed you three years after that, it was the first thing she referred back to. 'i guess that crush never really went away, did it?' she asked, and you felt your face heat up 'pansy, you know that's not what happened. we've gotten close' and she'd roll her eyes a little too hard and say 'i know, i know'

but the rest of the friend group found out by mistake.

when you came back from another date with him, after he kissed you too lovingly - in a way that your lips would remember forever. you were giddy, obviously. the boy you liked had feelings for you too, and he spent every moment around you showing you. he even smiled at you in the hallways, and you returned the smile, neither of your friends noticing anything. it wasn't that you didn't want them to know, it was just so new. so when you returned to the common room after that date, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt, pansy couldn't help but ask 'what has he done now?'

'pansy, he's such a good kisser' you'd say, sinking into the couch next to her. unanimously, draco, theo and blaise would all straighten up, heads snapping towards you like protective older brothers. 'who's this?' you went silent, face falling as you thought up an excuse, but pansy was quick to let them know exactly who had kissed you.

the slytherin common room was chaos that night. blaise had leaned back in his spot and muttered 'yeah, i had a feeling something was going on between you', while draco and theo went insane over it. it was a surprise, but who were they to tell you who you could and couldn't date? (unless it was mclaggen). they upped the rivalry with your new boyfriend from then, testing his patience, seeing how much he could take before snapping. he never did, only ever finding your eyes in the room and smiling at the apologetic look on your face. you'd make it up to him with kisses later, so it would all be okay.

harry began catching feelings for you a few months before he finally made his move, and he was conflicted. he knew about the drama his parents had with many slytherins during their time at hogwarts. he was warned about them - not in a 'stay away at all costs' way, but in a 'be careful who you become friends with' way. it certainly didn't help that ron had such a deeply rooted hatred for slytherins, or that he had some sort of rivalry against some of your best friends.

so he went back to his most trusted friend, and waited until everyone else had gone up to the common room to tell neville about everything. it felt good to get things off his chest, to put it out in the open instead of keeping it secret. and neville understood, said he could see you both as a couple. it wasn't difficult to notice the chemistry you had from the friendship you had built the past couple of months. hermione was the next to know - not because he told her but because she was so observant. she noticed the way you and harry smiled at each other across the classroom, or how your sarcastic comment when you were paired together in potions was only half-hearted. she saw the way he waited for you to pack your things up after class, and you placed a hand over his forearm as a silent goodbye before leaving.

but above all that, she watched you in the corner of the library, with matching smiles on your faces as you spoke softly, only pretending to study. she had been looking for a quiet space to study, but found something so much better. hermione couldn't help the smile on her face when harry shuffled closer to you, and your faces were only inches away from each other, and she didn't feel guilty for watching as you cupped his face in your hands, caressing his soft skin before harry pushed his lips against yours, glasses immediately going crooked on his face. you kissed for a long moment, giggling when the kiss broke, and hermione decided to walk away then.

harry caught the movement in the corner of his eye, recognising the curly hair that disappeared behind a bookshelf. he confronted her that night, and she just said in a comforting voice 'if you don't want me to have seen anything, then i didn't'. harry smiled, telling her he was just worried what ron would think.

'what i would think about what?' harry laughed. of course this would happen. but he still turned to look at the ginger boy who sat down next to them, saying 'my girlfriend.'

it was a guessing game from there. ron thought up a list of every girl in the castle he wouldn't approve of harry dating and began naming them. harry was oddly comforted when your name didn't pop up in the list, and even happier when seamus, lavender and dean joined in the little game, until they ran out of names. when he finally told them, they had all made a little noise of surprise. it was silent until lavender said 'oh yeah, i really don't mind y/n, she always gossips with us in the bathroom between lessons and she's pretty funny. also, gorgeous.'

harry was relieved to know that lavender didn't have any dirty stories on you, instead giving him her word of approval. 'yeah,' added ron 'i thought it was going to be goyle or something' and the entire group had laughed.

the next day, harry found you in the courtyard, and you had grinned widely at the sight of him, pansy sitting across from you. you extended an arm towards him, and he immediately brought you in a hug, kissing you softly on the lips as he pulled away. pansy's eyes widened, and your breath hitched in your throat at the bold move. you felt eyes following you from across the courtyard, but harry kept his hands on your waist as he told you that his friends knew. you let out a relieved sigh and brought your boyfriend into another hug, but in that moment, draco, theo and blaise decided to join you.

the three of them immediately threw sarcastic comments his way, but harry somehow knew it didn't mean anything bad. if anything, it was only the start of something good.

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baby fever - harry potter

concussions and interruptions au summary: there are too many cute babies in diagon alley, and their innocent smiles and babbling voices make it difficult for you to focus on Lily Potter's story wc: 0.7k+

Everything Lily Potter is telling you goes straight in through one ear and out through the other. You can’t help it. You really love your boyfriend’s mum, but the courtyard of Diagon Alley is busy, and just across from you stands a man with the most adorable baby in his arms.

A smile blooms onto your face, and you truly hope Harry and James are engaging with the story enough to make up for your lack of attention. The little girl lifts her head up from her dad’s shoulder, catching your eye. Your eyes light up as she lifts a tiny hand up, waving with coordination only a baby can make look cute. You bring both hands up, waving back at her, and your smile only gets bigger when you see her kick her legs in excitement. Only two feet away from you, her giggle is loud and clear in your ears, and sends an identical laugh bubbling in your chest too.

At the sound of his daughter’s laugh, the man carrying her glances back, turning away from the conversation with his friend. When he spots you, he turns to fully face your way, looking down at his daughter with a fond smile. You’re not aware that the conversation between your boyfriend and his parents has essentially come to a stop, all of them watching your interaction with matching grins. Harry swears right there that he’ll put a baby in you soon.

The girl’s eyes are still glued to you, even as you look up to her dad and tell him “She’s absolutely adorable.”

“Isn’t she?” He asks, a hand coming up to brush her short curly hair out of her face. “Lola? Lola, can you say hi? Remember that word?”

And to your absolute ecstasy, Lola’s cheeks turn pink and she takes a long moment before finally saying “Hi!” You think you melt on the spot, your hands smoothing down on your cheeks as you mumble to yourself “Oh my god. I’ve never seen someone cuter.”

Lola’s dad chuckles to himself, his gaze not moving off his daughter’s smiling face, even as his wife comes up behind him. She places a gentle hand on his bicep, and only then does he look away, nodding along to something she whispers. She looks kind, and you hope she and her husband are the best parents Lola can have. She's smiling at you from behind her husband, watching fondly as he turns towards you again, saying "Alright, say bye, Lola. Can you say bye? No?" He glances up from Lola, aiming his next words to you “We’re still working on that one.”

But you know how to say bye, and you wave your hands again, telling Lola “Bye bye, Lola.” She kicks her legs again and waves at you, bringing her second hand up too and using it to wave messily, imitating your movements. Her eyes stay stuck on you even as her dad turns around, twisting her body in his arms so she can look at you from over his broad shoulder.

It’s unclear to you when you turn around that the three Potters have been immersed in your little interaction. You reach for your drink and say “I’m sorry Mrs. Potter, you might have to repeat that entire story. There was the most adorable little girl I’ve ever seen in my life.” Lily grins at the way you explain what happened as though she wasn't there to witness it, clearing her throat and beginning her story from the start. It doesn’t mean that Harry has taken his attention off of you though, nor does it mean that his dad has stopped looking at him. James knows the look in his son’s eyes; pure, blatant love. An expression he uses on his wife every single day. Harry’s hand settles between your shoulder blades, sliding down your back, and you glance over at him with a gentle smile before returning your attention to Lily.

It’s then that your eyes catch something just over her shoulder, but you force your eyes back to Lily so that this new adorable baby doesn’t distract you again. But he’s a cute little boy in a pair of denim overalls and floral socks, laughing at the noises his mum makes to entertain him. You clear your throat, shaking your head slightly.

But fuck, you’ve already lost track of Lily’s story again.

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be my baby - harry potter

concussions and interruptions au summary: another night at the potter household reveals that you love one of harry's least favourite songs, and his dad's all time favourite. wc: 1k+ cw: kissing, so much fluff, highly recommend pressing on the link in bold when you get to that point!

The night surrounding you is calm, despite the bustling energy in the Potters’s backyard. There’s an old tune playing in the background that Harry’s dad and his friends sing to, freely being dorks, his mother sat on the patio sofa with her own friends around her. It’s nice getting to know Harry’s extended family, you think. You had no idea he and Neville grew up so close to each other, but the shy boy’s parents fit so well in the Potters’s little bubble.

Neville is busy tonight, Alice had told Harry with a glint in her eyes. A date, but I’m sure you already knew.

Harry had shrugged his shoulders, trying to act nonchalant for Neville’s sake, but you had nodded excitedly, having heard all about it from Luna herself. “They’re gonna get married, Mrs. Longbottom, I already know.” And somehow the Longbottoms immediately loved you.

When you and Harry disappeared from their sight, Harry tugging you away from the adults, they had both raised their eyebrows at Lily and James, commenting their own approval of their son’s girlfriend. Now, Frank is busy James, Sirius and Marlene, singing along to the music while throwing a quaffle around as they zoom around on their brooms in the backyard. Lily, Alice, Remus and Mary enjoy a conversation filled with laughs, eyes trained on their partners in the air.

However, Lily occasionally glances down to ensure you and Harry are okay. You’ve hidden away from them, sitting near the lake. Harry’s back is leaning against the thick trunk of a tree, one leg folded up whilst the other rests on the grassy floor. You sit between his legs, back to his chest, and Harry plays with your hair, the laughter around you being the only sound between you.

Harry’s free hand rests against his leg, fingers intertwined with yours. He sighs happily, wondering only for a moment what’s going through your head. But then suddenly, as the music changes and the familiar melody of his dad’s favourite jazz song comes up, you jerk away from him, your head snapping back towards the house.

Harry grimaces “Sorry. My dad’s music-” “I love this song!” Harry blinks rapidly, not expecting the wide grin that overtakes your features, your loud exclamation taking him aback. You scramble upwards, hauling him up with you by the hand still tangled with his. Neither of you notice the way James Potter lands on the ground, abandoning his broom to tug his wife into his arms, dramatically singing the lyrics out loud to her, as though he was falling in love all over again.

So won’t you please? Be my, be my baby?

You giggle as Harry’s arms loop around your waist, a boyish smile on his face. You cup his face in your hands, pressing your lips to his once before pulling away, stroking his cheeks as you sing along to the words. “I’ll make you happy baby, just wait and see!”

Harry swallowed thickly, eyes dipping to your lips. He always used to groan when the song came up, looking away from his parents as his dad twirled Lily into his arms, singing lovingly at her. But as you serenaded him, Harry decided he loved this song. Maybe it wasn’t so bad when the lyrics were aimed at him.

“For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you-” You were cut off by the press of Harry’s lips against yours, the kiss broken by your joyful giggles. Harry grins, forehead resting against yours as the song continues blaring in the background. He is acutely aware of his dad’s voice in the background, and he doesn’t doubt that James is holding Lily in his arms. But Harry cannot physically care less when you are pushing him back against the trunk, your hands laid flat on his chest as you capture his lips with yours again.

His fingers curl around the curve of your hips, tugging your body closer to his. Harry is sure you can feel his racing heartbeat beneath the palm of your hand as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

From across the backyard, Lily Potter’s back is pulled towards her husband’s chest, and the pair sways slowly with wide smiles on their faces. “I’m glad someone else appreciates my taste in music.” James whispers against his wife’s temple. Lily laughs, mumbling “Did you see what she did?”

“What, you mean only make our son actually enjoy the song he has complained about for eighteen years? Yes, I saw, honey.”

“She’s the one, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, love, I think she is.”

You break the kiss, Harry’s lips parting from yours with a loud squelch, and you can see the redness tinting his cheeks in the soft moonlight. You shriek as Harry’s fingers run up your sides with a gentle squeeze to tickle you, laughing softly as you squirm in his hold. Your boyfriend chuckles, pulling you into his body. You sigh happily, resting your head on his chest as you loosely hold him, hands on his back to hug him back.

“So, would you be my baby? Forever?” Harry finally asks in a whisper, voice suddenly shy. Lifting your head off his shoulder, you feel your lips tug up into a smile. You are so inexplicably happy. “Yeah. I’ll be your baby forever. Only if you’ll be mine too.” Harry’s chest bubbles with a joyful laugh and he digs his face in the crook of your neck, hiding his flushed cheeks from you.

A gust of wind has a shiver running down your spine, and Harry pulls away from the hug to wordlessly tug his jumper off. You don’t have time to deny his jumper before he’s forcing it over your head and guiding your arms into the sleeves. So instead, you just smile, letting him steer you into the position you were previously in, back against his chest as you curl up on the floor.

Your voice cuts into the comfortable silence once more, smiling to yourself as you asked “Does that mean we’re gonna get married then?”

“Uh, yeah. Thought we already confirmed that.”

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the talk - harry potter

concussions and interruptions au! summary: when james potter catches you and his son making out in his bedroom, he excitedly goes to tell his wife. but he isn't expecting her to call you both down for a talk no one can take seriously. wc: 1.7k+ a/n: this was a request!! tried finding the og post, but this is the fic we've all been counting down (the talk anon, reveal yourself)

In your defense, you thought Harry had locked the door.

But he hadn’t, and now you were forced to deal with the consequences of your actions. What actions? Well, you’d been giggling with Harry under the covers, the open window in his room letting the cold breeze send chills up your arms. Harry had pulled you closer to him, knees touching under the blankets, noses almost touching as you finished telling him a story. When a comfortable silence settled over you, Harry smiled softly, dipping his head down to press his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

Sighing in satisfaction, you withdrew a hand from underneath the cozy shield of the blankets, snaking it into Harry’s soft hair. Harry grinned, kissing you shortly again, letting you feel the smile on his lips as he did so. You mumbled your boyfriend’s name, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. The smile fled from Harry’s face as he melted into your touch, fingers finding home on the curve of your hips. Harry parted his lips, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your lips, tongue gliding against your soft lips.

Humming, you opened your mouth, moaning softly as Harry’s tongue met yours, drifting into your mouth to taste you. He squeezed your hips at the sound, shifting his body to hover above you, lowering his hips to roll against yours. You wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulders, pulling him closer to you as your legs fell open, giving him more space to settle his torso. With a wet noise, Harry’s lips separated from yours so he could stare at you for a moment, unmistakable love in his eyes. Smiling adoringly at him, you moved your arm from Harry’s shoulders to trail down his front, snaking up under his jumper to press a hand to his abdomen. He shivered, eyes fluttering shut momentarily as you massaged your nails onto his scalp with your other hand, his forehead resting against yours.

You slipped your hand out from under his jumper, instead curling around the soft, cottony fabric and forcing him closer to you, lips violently meeting as Harry lurched forward, a muffled sound leaving his lips. Harry pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, lips tugging upwards into a grin, a pleasantly surprised expression on his face.

“What happened to you?”

“Take this off.” Harry playfully rolled his eyes at the way you blatantly ignored his question, but he obliged nonetheless, abs flexing as he reached behind his neck to tug his jumper off. “Happy?” He asked, and you nodded eagerly, both hands cupping his cheeks to pull his face closer, pressing a short kiss to his lips. Harry snaked a hand to the nape of your neck, holding you close to him as you kissed, experimentally grinding his hips into your core. You whimpered, and Harry broke the kiss to look at you, his free hand coming up to stroke your cheek before connecting his lips to yours again, tongue immediately delving into your mouth to taste you, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as much as possible.

Then, of course, the door squeaked open.

You immediately knew who had interrupted the moment. If Harry’s mother were the one to come up, she would knock her fist against the door twice, waiting patiently for a call to come in. So of course, you well aware when Harry tore away from you, both your heads snapping to the door, you would find his dad standing there.

James Potter was at a loss for words, his mouth wide open in shock, the corners of his lips tugging up in amusement as Harry cried “Dad!” You sunk into the pillow behind you, a look of terror on your face as you slowly brought a hand up over your mouth, a horrified mumble of “Oh my god.” leaving your lips as your face began heating up in humiliation. This was so much worse than when Harry kissed you in front of his parents you’d never met at the time. Even worse than Professor Lupin catching you making out after curfew. God, it was even worse than him telling Harry’s parents too.

Harry’s dad retreated from the doorway, leaving the door wide open as the sound of his footsteps retreated. You and Harry both stared at the empty space James occupied seconds ago, and you tightly gripped the duvet, bringing it over your face as you groaned in embarrassment. “Oh my god!” You repeated, louder now.

Then, as though the situation wasn’t bad enough, a cautious call of “Harry, love? Can you and y/n come down for a minute?” came from Lily Potter’s familiar voice. “Oh my god.” You shot up from under the covers, all blood draining from your face as you realised what was about to happen. “This is the most humiliating moment of my entire life.”

Harry sat frozen, not answering his mum, too busy trying to urge the blush off his face. With shaky fingers, he pulled his jumper back on, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I can never show my face here ever again.”

“It’s okay, it’s-”

“Harry?”

Harry gulped thickly as his mother called for him again. He offered you a hand as he stood up from the bed, but you stubbornly shook your head, staring down at your feet as you followed him out of his room. You smoothed your hands down on your hair, cheeks embarrassingly hot as you tip toed down the stairs. Harry reached behind him to curl his fingers around your hand, guiding you towards the couch.

Glancing up momentarily, your eyes went wide as you spotted his godfathers, Sirius and Remus sitting on the next couch over. “Oh my god, this couldn’t get worse.” You whispered — more to yourself than anyone — but Professor Lupin heard, chuckling quietly as Harry huffed to his father “I can’t believe you tattled.”

Lily smiled sympathetically, tilting her head to the side, trying to meet your eyes. “You’re not in trouble.” You dug your face into your hands, refusing to look at anyone as you whined “This would be so much easier if we were in trouble.”

“We just didn’t realise you guys were already at the stage of - and we know your parents won’t have this talk with you-”

“Oh my god, we’re getting the talk?” Harry cried in horror, jaw going slack as he met his mother’s eyes. Removing your hands from your face, you turned to look at Harry with an incredulous look on your face as you gestured your arms outwardly. “What did you think this was?”

“Harry, I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen. Quite frankly, I’m proud of-”

“James.”

“Sorry, love. But look at him-”

“James.”

You took advantage of the little interlude, turning your face to directly tell Harry “I hate you for this.”

“For what?”

“For seducing me.” You whispered, watching as Harry’s embarrassed face was replied with an arrogant smile. “I barely seduced you, you just pounced on me.”

“Can I just say, I told you guys about what happened past curfew, and that was months ago, so I don’t know what you expected.” Remus shrugged, slinging an arm over Sirius’s shoulder. You groaned, falling back into the cushions and crossing your arms over your chest, bracing yourself for the awkward conversation. Inhaling deeply, you nodded at Harry's mum. “Okay, I’m ready. Just do it.”

“Honey, you’re acting like she’s about to pull the trigger on you. It’s just the sex talk.” Added Sirius, reaching over to fist bump a laughing James. “What’s your issue?” Lily snapped quietly, mumbling “She’s already embarrassed enough.” “And you’re making this worse by dragging it out.” Pointed out Remus to his best friend. Lily sighed, turning to face you, a pitiful smile on her face. She almost felt bad that you were so embarrassed, but the conversation needed to happen. She observed the way Harry tried putting a hand on your thigh, which you quickly slapped away, causing Harry to pout.

“Oh, he’s not getting any for a month.” Joked Sirius, and Harry turned to you with a panicked, almost pleading face. He would cry if you decided to turn him celibate for a month.

“Okay, you two,” Started Lily in a motherly voice. “We all count on the fact that you trust and love each other very much,” She glanced sideways, catching her husband’s proud grin. “And we know you wouldn’t have, well, relations if that wasn’t the case. But, you know, me and James had Harry very young-”

“Yeah we did.”

“James. And that can happen if you’re not very careful.”

You decided now was the time to die, making the mistake of looking away from Mrs. Potter to her husband, who couldn’t hide the delight from his face if he tried.

“So, please be sure to use protection-” “I’m gonna throw up.” Mrs. Potter ignored your comment and the way you moved a hand to shield your eyes, but unfortunately, it got a laugh from Harry’s dad and his friends, none of whom were taking the situation seriously. “Unless you want to get pregnant.”

“Speaking of, do you ever want to have kids?”

“I need to go touch some grass.”

You couldn’t even separate the three adults’ laughs anymore, all of them crying out with amusement. You felt your legs shake as you stood up from the couch, beelining for the door in the living room leading to the Potters’ backyard. A confused call of your name was blatantly ignored with a shake of your head. You stepped out into the night, huffing as the cold breeze overtook you. Groaning as two strong arms wrapped around you, you turned around in Harry’s arms to dig your head into his chest.

“That was the worse hour of my life.”

“Darling, that was maximum fifteen minutes.”

“An hour.”

“And I’ll sit through it a hundred more times if it means spending time with you.”

“Harry, you’re such a sap.” Harry lifted your chin up, making eye contact for you. “I’m sorry if it was really horrible for you.” You shook your head, pressing yourself on your tip toes to kiss him briefly.

“See? Barely need to seduce you.”

“Shut up.” But despite the embarrassment you felt, you were smiling, and Harry was too, leaning down to properly kiss you. “Should we go back upstairs?” He asked in a quiet whisper when he pulled away, eyes twinkling with mischief. You nodded, looking back into the house, where James was staring directly at you and Harry. He waved boyishly.

“We can go up through the window.”

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Concussions and interruptions - Harry Potter

summary: You aren't expecting to meet Harry's parents for the first time while you share an intimate moment in the hospital wing after he sustains another quidditch injury. obviously jily is alive and well.. slytherin!reader wc: 1.1k

You looked up at Harry lovingly, pulling your legs up on the bed as you rested your head on his shoulder, reaching up to brush long strands of hair out of his face. Harry scrunched his face up, smiling with his eyes closed as your fingers grazed his skin, before opening them again and returning your gaze. The hospital wing was oddly quiet, especially after such an intense Quidditch game. The day had been long enough, having to endure classes while the entire school hyped itself up for the big match, and Harry inevitably ended up making his day longer thanks to the addition of his new concussion. 

You’d waited until Harry’s teammates and friends had all left the hospital wing before taking your place next to him, hand resting atop his. He smelled clean, having showered and changed into a clean t-shirt and sweatpants “It’s a phenomenon how you’re so often the only person injured after a game.” Harry chuckled, squeezing your hand softly “Yeah well your house mates really have it out for me.” You cocked your head to the side, biting your lip. Well, you couldn’t argue with that. “Hey, if you’d been a Slytherin, that wouldn’t be the case.” Harry scoffed at your words, but you continued speaking nonetheless, a grin forming on your face, clueless to the wooden doors of the hospital wing creaking open and the two figures approaching you. “Besides, you look way better in green than red.” Harry raised his eyebrows challengingly, the movement in unison with his father’s just behind you. “Yeah well you look better in red than green.” 

You shook your head in disagreement, straightening up on the bed. Harry’s eyes were so focused on you that he hadn’t realised his parents coming to a stop behind you, waiting for their son to notice their obstructed presence. Harry stared at you with adoration, watching closely as you mercilessly tugged at your green tie until it became loose enough to fit around your head. You took Harry’s glasses of with care, putting them in the breast pocket of your shirt while carefully pulling your tie around your boyfriend’s neck. “I’m being serious, look.” Tightening the tie around Harry’s neck, you leaned across him to grab the mirror on his side table, unblocking the two adults behind you from his view. Harry squinted, struggling from the lack of visual aid, but the bright red hair of his mum and strong figure of his dad spoiled the surprise. 

“Here.” You huffed, handing the boy the mirror, but only then did you realise his distracted gaze. Turning around on the bed, your jaw dropped, immediately recognising both your boyfriend’s parents, neither of which you’d ever met before. Lily and James stood with locked arms and matching smiles on their faces, looks of fondness on their faces. You felt heat shoot up your neck at the recognition that they’d witnessed your intimate moment, and ducked your head away, distracting yourself by returning Harry’s glasses. Standing up suddenly, you freed space for Harry's parents on the bed. Lily ducked, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead before sitting next to him, while James stood, watching you closely until he averted his watch to his son, stating "Got a call someone got a concussion." James grinned at Harry, who returned the smile, running a hand through his hair.

Glancing at your feet, you debated on leaving the hospital wing to allow the family some time alone. Your thoughts, however, were interrupted by a hand clasping around your shoulder. Looking up suddenly, you were taking aback by Harry's father, and more so how similar he looked to your boyfriend. "You're right kid, he does look better in green. Now you wanna tell me which of your friends knocked my kid off his broom?" You opened your mouth, turning to Harry in search for an answer, but only finding the kind yet intimidating eyes of his mother, turned back to James. "It was Malfoy." You said quietly, eyes wide in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I can leave you guys alone." You muttered again, gesturing towards the tall doors.

"Nonsense!" Lily stood from the bed, approaching you while throwing her husband a scolding look. "James you're scaring her!" She whispered, though you're sure it was loud enough for even Harry to hear. "Honestly you're both scaring me." You spoke truthfully, and James barked out a laugh, pointing accusingly at his wife. "No sweetheart," Lily started, placing her hands on your shoulders and guiding you back to Harry's bed. "That's ridiculous, we've heard so many great things about you." Your mouth fell agape as you took your place next to your boyfriend once more, eyes going wide. Your strict pureblooded parents didn't even know about your relationship with Harry. You thought the same went with him. "Oh."

Harry placed his hand over yours, squeezing it tightly. His parents shot each other a confused and somewhat worrisome look. "Y/n's parents wouldn't approve of someone who isn't a slytherin or a pureblood, so they don't know." Lily and James both nodded in understanding, but now they were worried for you. It wasn't as bad as Sirius's parents had been, was it? An awkward silence fell amongst you, and you felt the need to fill it, mumbling "Let me take my tie back." Harry shut his eyes, letting you unfasten your tie from his neck and tying it around yours, occupying yourself with the quick movements which you deliberately slowed down to ponder over the situation.

"I'll give you guys some time alone." You spoke again, leaning down to pick up your bag from its spot on the floor and placing it on your lap. You glanced at Harry, smiling at him, before his hand was wrapping around your tie and pulling you closer to him. You gasped when his lips briefly met yours, feeling the heat creep up to your face, and abruptly stood, strictly avoiding eye contact with either of his parents. "It was nice to meet you!" You squeaked, trotting over to the doors in a rush, clutching the bag on your shoulder tightly.

Harry grinned, eyes glued to the spot where you disappeared between the two doors, before he was brought out of his chance by his mother. "Harry Potter, you are evil." She half-scolded, a smile on her face nonetheless. James took your spot next to Harry on the hospital bed, a wide grin on his face as he said "The girl was already nervous enough to meet us, now I don't think she'll ever be able to face us ever again."

"Yeah she will," Replied Harry, pushing his glasses higher up his nose "Give her a year or two."

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hands full - harry potter

summary: sex with harry potter makes you lose your ability to think, even when his mother is speaking to him on the other side of the locked door. 1.3k words of basically pure filth. porn and no plot. cw: almost getting caught? kind of? concussions and interruptions au - can be read as a standalone

The oxygen in the room was heavy, barely making its way into your lungs with every slow shove of his pelvis into yours, your skin dragging upwards in a pinch with the force of Harry’s moving hips, rolling over the bones of yours with bruising potential. Moans were fluidly tumbling out of your lips, like a chant, a prayer of some sort that no one could prevent.

Harry’s hair tickled the skin of your neck, his hot breath pulsating against the layer of sweat coating you. He murmured sweet words, lips brushing the shell of your ear. It was half for himself, half for you. “Oh, you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” That one got a particularly loud keen from your, your hips bucking up to meet his as you clenched around his cock. “My perfect girl” He added with a moan.

“You feel so good.” You whimpered with your own praise, nails dragging across the wet skin of his back. His muscles contracted under your harsh touch, everything else about the situation so sweet and gentle. One of Harry’s big hands reached down to curl underneath your thigh, pulling it up to mirror your other leg, folded up with your foot flat against the sheets. He manhandled your limbs, spreading your legs wider for him to reach deeper crevices of your cunt, constantly leaking around his erection to encourage his movements.

Harry didn’t pry anything out of you; one glance your way had him confirming that you were too deep in pleasure to respond to anything he had to say. A particularly loud moan flew between your lips, Harry’s cock reaching just that much further into you, nearing your cervix. Harry groaned as your hand snaked into his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, though he continued to lazily thrust into you.

The atmosphere in the room completely stilled for a moment, both of you pausing to ensure you heard the same thing - a knock on the door.

“Harry, you in here?”

Harry rose off you, and his cock plunged further into you. You bit your lip, a noise of pleasure vibrating in your throat at the feeling. Your boyfriend’s eyes widened, and he pressed a strong hand over your mouth, shooting you a panicked look. “Yeah mum! In here!” Harry shut his eyes briefly, pulling his hips out again at a sluggish pace, but he saw the effect it had on you when his eyes fluttered open again; head digging into the pillow, your mouth parting beneath the palm of his hand.

“Is y/n here?” She asked, pressing her ear to the door to hear your responses from inside. Harry gasped quietly, inhaling deeply as he pushed back into you, calling out “Yeah, she’s here!” Giving you a pointed look, Harry withdrew his hand from over your mouth, and you gripped his wrist to ground you, saying loudly “Hi!” It was all you could muster.

The door handle rattled as Lily Potter tried entering her son’s room, eyebrows furrowing when it didn’t open. “Well, let me come in and say hi!” Harry’s hand returned to your mouth as he leaned his weight on you again, praying that his mum would get the hint and go away. “I can’t open the door, my hands are full!”

“Let y/n open the door then.” Oh, she was clueless. Harry groaned, a mix of pleasure and frustration. He saw your eyes widen in shock, one of your hands over the one he had on your mouth, keeping him in place. You shook your head as well as you could. Harry huffed into the crook of your neck. “Mum,” He began with an obviously annoyed whine, “She can’t open the door, her hands are also full.”

The startled “Oh” that came from the other side of the door was barely audible to you, because Harry had decided to silence himself by sucking on the skin of your neck. Unfortunately for you, it just made it more difficult to stay quiet, your hips twitching upwards at the added friction. Harry kept an ear out for his mother’s subsiding footsteps before finally whispering filthily “Yeah baby, I know you want to cum.” And luckily for you, he removed the hand from your mouth — now coated with saliva — and used two fingers to rub harsh circles on your clit, immediately making your legs twitch around his torso.

“Can you try being quiet?” He peeked up from the dark crook of your neck where he was hidden, grinning when you nodded quickly, eyebrows furrowed as you chewed on your bottom lip, trying your best not to make any noises. Your breathing was heavy, and your hands moved to grasp each of Harry’s biceps, nails digging into his supple skin as he continued working you towards your orgasm.

“Harry” You whined, trying to turn your face towards him, trying to communicate to him that you were close. “Oh, I know baby, I know.” He whispered, separating his lips from your neck to bring you into a kiss. You gasped loudly, back arching off the mattress, pushing your chest into his as one of your hands returned to grip his hair, pushing him further into the kiss. Harry’s cock twitched inside you and you were grateful to know you weren’t the only one nearing your orgasm.

Harry forced his tongue into your mouth, tongue gliding against yours. Your brain took too long to communicate with your body from the exhaustion, and you were barely able to kiss him back, but Harry took control of the messy kiss, revelling in the rare sloppiness you kissed him with. Fuck, he was turned on by merely knowing the effect he had on you.

“Gonna cum, Harry.” You warned in a shaky whisper, tilting your head back to make space between your lips and Harry’s. “Cum for me, baby.” His rough fingertips on your clit drove you past the edge, body stiffening in a storm of white-hot pleasure, washing over you with a force you couldn’t explain if you tried. But now, you submitted to the pleasure of your orgasm, hearing Harry’s guttural moan in your ear as his head dropped down to rest on your shoulder, cock driving into you to the hilt, his entire body freezing with the exception of his hips, stuttering into you while he emptied his load into you.

“I love you.” Harry moaned loudly, his body going limp on top of yours, chest to chest with you as your legs fell flat on the bed around his torso. It took you a while to come back to your senses, fingers brushing Harry’s hair away from his face as you finally replied “I love you too.” Your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed hotly at the realisation that he had admitted to loving you balls-deep inside you. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but the hundreds of other times these three important words had been said were all while fully sober, not drunk on pussy.

“I need to go say hi to your mum.” At the mention of his mother, Harry felt his cock soften inside you, and he pulled out with a groan, flopping next to you on the bed. You turned your head to the side, pressing a kiss on Harry’s cheek before struggling out of bed. “I’m gonna take a quick shower, then go say hello.”

Harry perked up, pushing himself up on his elbows, his gaze following your naked body across his room. “Shower?” He repeated, a silent question lingering in the air. You rolled your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at your lips as you opened the door to his bathroom. “Yes, you can join.”

Harry scrambled up, leaping over the other side of his bed so he could catch up to you before you shut the bathroom door in his face.

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