You Make Me Live (Remus Lupin x Reader One-Shots)

Werewolves of London

(y/n is preparing a charity gala for the Werewolf Office and Remus comes to an important realization about the woman he loves.)

Diagon Alley was bustling, as usual. There weren't many places where witches and wizards could converge and convene and be their natural selves, so our meeting places were always a bit crowded. It took a lot of coaxing to get Remus to come with me, and in the end I insisted that his new robes would look best if he came in to be fitted for them in person. Now, as we searched the racks for the perfect dress robes, he began to turn tail. Checking every price tag, he put each pair I presented to him back on the shelves almost immediately.

"You shouldn't waste the money on me," he complained.

"It would only be a waste if they hadn't fit. Please, sweetheart. I know you don't like showing yourself off, but just for one night, I want the world to know what a perfect man I married."

"I knew you must have someone on the side."

"Ha, ha, very funny."

"Besides, what is there to show off? Gray hair, dark circles, nasty scars and a sickly pale complexion?"

"Stop it. You're gorgeous." I found his favorite spot behind his left ear to kiss, tempted to leave a small bite behind but I restrained myself. I knew he wasn't fond of public displays of affection, either. "And you look amazing in brown. Look at this, it's like dark chocolate. You have to love it."

He paled still further. They were Shetland lambswool and cashmere: deliciously warm, dreamily soft - and nightmarishly expensive. "Y/n, I can't-"

"At least try them on. I guarantee you'll look as stunning as you ever do. Please, Remus." I begged softly, my hand grasping a bunch of the shabby work robes he had refused for so long to let me replace. Leaning down for my lips, he gave in, nodding and taking the robes from my hand as he broke from the kiss. When he emerged from the changing room, the enchanted robes held themselves perfectly in place over his body, temporarily fitted to his long, muscular limbs. My breath caught when I saw him, it had been too long since I'd seen him so well dressed. "Rem," I breathed, letting my eyes laze over his form. I could practically feel my pupils dilating. Just then, a chipper voice broke the tension that was building between us. Madam Malkin had swept over in elegant brown, purple, and maroon robes that looked a tad Edwardian, her hair in a puffy updo to match.

"Have you found everything that you are looking for?" she asked, looking from Remus to myself and back again.

"Nearly. I'm just trying to convince him of how mouthwatering he looks in your creation."

"He needs convincing? I take deep offense at that. My creations have made far worse-looking wizards seem tolerable."

"Positively Pulchritudinous!" cried the full-length mirror to his right, "Downright Delectible! Ultimately Unctuous!"

"Yes, we've been meaning to get that mirror looked at, I think the enchantments have addled. But it's not wrong, my dear, you look terribly dashing." The older witch said it so matter-of-factly that Remus was caught between my wandering, pleading eyes and her cold, hard logic. There was no other way about it. He sighed and nodded to me, tiredly.

"We'll take them," I said to Madam Malkin. "I'll have a look around for mine while you make them look like that permanently-"

"Yes, it should only be a moment. It's like they were already made for him, the adjustments should be minor."

"Thank you so much, Madame." I darted up to press a kiss to Remus' cheek before letting him follow Malkin into the back room. Meanwhile, I flicked through hangers of colorful fabric before finally finding the most beautiful set of celestial blue dress robes I had ever set eyes on. The bodice and underskirt were soft velvet, with layers of chiffon spangled with crescent moons and hundreds of glittering stars draping from every point and angle. Around the waist, a silk tie cinched the flowing fabrics together to accentuate the figure. It was the first time in a long while I had been so enchanted by a piece of clothing. It was seventy-five Galleons, only half the price of Remus' robes, and I couldn't resist. I was trying them on when Remus returned from his fitting and the subsequent alterations had been done. The moment he laid eyes on me, he was practically drooling.