🌙 REMUS LUPIN X READER ONESHOTS

jealousy again lol

IT WAS IN THE EVENING, and after a tasteful dinner in the Great Hall, you and your friends decided to relax down in the Gryffindor common-room. The fireplace was lit and going strong, giving off a lasting warmth that felt like a shield of orange leather on the skin, and you were cuddled up into an armchair, two of four Marauders bunched up in the sofa opposite you. One just so happened to be staring at you intently, but you were oblivious to his attention. Instead, your head was tilted downward and watching intently the events conspiring down below.

James and Sirius were playing an intense game of Exploding Snap on the floor. Cards were being complied one after another, and both the boys had their tongues sticking out in concentration. The game had been going on for several minutes, and you were beginning to tire from watching it; even the ever-fascinated Peter seemed to be yawning, eyes drooping with apparent exhaustion.

“Sirius, instead of biting your tongue, why don’t I bite it for you?” you said teasingly, giving him a suggestive look. You tried to contain your laughter as your own words registered, and slowly you began to stick your own tongue out—all the way, until it appeared that you were both mocking Sirius and trying at seducing him.

Sirius, with a bewildered look on his face, glanced upward. He immediately went slack-jawed at the sight of you staring at him with your tongue caught between your teeth. This caused him to elbow the house of cards, leading to a domino-effect of exploding paper.

“Bloody hell!” James shrieked, landing on his arse as he moved to stumble from the cascade of explosions.

With his eyebrows singed and face covered in ash, Sirius regained composure and sent a sultry smirk at you. “Love, I always knew you’d come around,” he said, leaning back on Remus’s legs—lean sticks of muscle and skin that appeared to be stiff as stone. Sirius gestured to the pile of dust on the carpet. “Why don’t I show you a domino-effect of my body and yours?”

Just as you went to reply, Remus stood up, sending Sirius to the ground—face-first, of course. Sirius’s torso swirled around and he glared at Remus. He had a hand to his structured nose, caressing it as though he were actually hurting. “The hell, mate?”

Remus just stared at him, his face filled with seething anger. He didn’t respond, and so Sirius turned to James with raised eyebrows. James just shrugged helplessly, giving no inclination on knowing what the absolute fuck was wrong with Remus.

You stared at Remus, flushing red as you realized he’d probably heard your little game with Sirius. He was always off healing from a full moon or studying for a test when you’d get into a sparring of wit, and so you’d become used to the teasing without really thinking anything of it—and so had Sirius. But Remus… he was never there, and now he was surely to believe that you had feelings for the git. Bloody hell, were you frustrated with yourself.

James suddenly brightened, pointing up a finger as though he had the most brilliant of ideas. “I think he’s jealous!” he declared.

Sirius raised an eyebrow while Remus seemed to falter, face paling. You gave him an inquisitive look, wanting to know what was bothering him so much. “Why the hell would he be jealous? We all know Y/N has the hots for him; it’s bloody obvious,” he said offhandedly, and you froze. It was then that Sirius seemed to realize what he’d just said. “Oops,” he muttered, but it didn’t seem very sincere.

“Just stop fucking flirting with her, Sirius,” Remus snarled at him, and you hoped to God that Sirius’s words hadn’t registered for him—no matter how much hope you had in your heart that he felt the same way as you. The werewolf in question glanced at you, and had this certain look on his face that brought you to glance downwards, a permanent flush to your cheeks.