🌙 REMUS LUPIN X READER ONESHOTS

wool jumpers

I have always felt more comfortable in Remus’ jumpers than my own. They have always seemed warmer and I always feel safe when I wearing one. The sleeves always reach over my finger tips and hem itself only a bit over my knees but the heat and comfort they provide are above all others I own and this is a fact I have never been able to understand… until now.

The class is gathered around a small, steaming cauldron as Slughorn explains it’s contents.

“This is amortentia.” He says. “A love potion with a unique smell to each person depending on what attracts them.”

“What d'you smell?” Peter asks, nudging my side.

I lean froward, taking a deep breath.

“Hmm, I smell rain, dusty books, hot chocolate and…”

My eyes widen in realisation and I gulp.

“And?” Sirius smirks from my other side.

“Woolly jumpers…”

“Woolly jumpers?” Sirius muses. “I wonder…”

I look down at my chest, begging for my senses to have been tricked, begging to find that I am in fact wearing one of Remus’ jumpers but alas, I am wearing an itchy cardigan from my own trunk this time.

I smell the potion again, just to be sure, but it’s accurate, the way it smells exactly like one of Remus’ jumpers, laced with a subtle cologne he frequently wears.

“James! Remus!” Sirius exclaims, seeing the boys come over. “What did you two smell?”

“Evans obviously.” James dismisses, grinning up at Remus. “What did you smell, Moony?”  

“Nothing!” He snaps making James smirk.

“Fine, be like that.” He chuckles. “(Y/N)? What about you?”

“Nothing.” I mumble making Sirius snort.

“You two are no fun.” He pouts.

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After realising I like my best friend, it’s amazing how quickly I fall head over heels for him. It’s like all the feelings I was so sure I never harboured have suddenly risen in a flurry of blushing and accidental hand touching. I can hardly hold a conversation with him any more without blushing or stuttering because suddenly my mind is wandering and my head is full of thoughts of holding hands with him, being held by him or kissing him. He can be talking about something simple, a book he’s read, a song he likes and he’ll just be so excited and adorable and all I can do is stare and feel my self fall for the dork a little more.

It goes on for a couple of months, the blushing, the gazing, the not-being-able-to-control-my-feelings. It’s infuriating and I end up resorting to confiding in Sirius, a new low for even me.

“If I’m being honest, (Y/N).” He starts as we walk towards the common room, slipping through portrait door. “It took you long enough to realise you were in love with him.”

“Okay, I get it, I was stupid for not realising.” I sigh. “But what do I do, I’m in love with my best friend!”

“Your’re what?”

I stop in my tracks looking forward, my heart nearly beating out my chest when I see Remus, sat on the sofa with a shocked expression.

“How much did you hear?” Sirius asks for me.

“A lot.” He says, not breaking eye contact with me.

“Shit, maybe you should tell what you smelt in the amortentia.” Sirius says.

A small squeal leaves my lips and I rush past him, stumbling up the stairs to the dorm.

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It’s about two minute later when Remus enters my room, seeing me curled into a ball on my bed.

“What did you smell?” He asks.

“Good evening to you too.” I say sarcastically.

“What was Sirius talking about?” He asks. “Did you smell m-me?”

“I smelt rain, dusty books, hot chocolate and eh, woolly jumpers.”

At some point he has kicked his shoes of and joined me, sitting next to me on my bed.

“Woolly jumpers ?” He asks and I sigh in frustration, standing quickly and heading towards my trunk, grabbing a jumper I’d ‘borrowed’ from him earlier in the year and I toss it at him.

“That.” I explain. “I smelt your bloody jumpers, Remus.”

He sits there for a moment, staring at the jumper I’d flung at him.

“I’ve been looking for this.” He mumbles.

“That’s all you have to say to me?” I ask. “I’m stood here literally confessing and you are thinking about that.”

“I smelt freshly cut grass, camp fires, peach ice tea.” He says and I frown at him, confused by this list. “And your flowery perfume, you leave it all over my clothes when you 'borrow’ them.”

He’s standing now, blushing awkwardly at his confession.

“You smelt me?” I asks, unable to hide the smile pulling at my lips.

“Yes…”

“You smelt my perfume!” I grin happily.

“(Y/N), I’m stood here literally confessing…” He imitates but he’s grinning now.

I laugh as I jump into his arms, connecting our lips in one swift movement, his hands travelling to my waist as my mine slip around his neck. Kissing him is so much better than I ever imagined in the last few months, it’s loving and passionate yet clumsy as we tumble back, falling onto my bed, making us pull apart laughing.

“Sorry.” I laugh.

“It’s fine, so worth it.”

He pulls me into his arms and I smile to myself as we sit in silence until he chuckles to himself.

“What?” I ask and he chuckles again.

“I’m so glad you nicked my jumpers.” He explains.

“Woah, I borrowed them.” I say with a mock defensive tone.

He gives me a look before rolling his eyes.

“Fine, I’m glad you borrowed my jumpers.”

I grin up at him.

“Me too, Rem.”