🌙 REMUS LUPIN X READER ONESHOTS

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“You’re not being fair, (Y/N).” Remus narrowed his eyes, still refusing to look at you. He winced as you laughed humorlessly.
“

I’m not the one lying!” Your voice filled the empty classroom. Your robes clung to the sweat on your back. Your face was painted in crimson rage. You felt a sick stab of pride when he didn’t answer.
For nine months, Remus had lied to your face about sneaking out of Hogwarts. Your stomach twisted from the inside. When you confronted him you cringed in disgust as his moronic shock. As if you wouldn’t find out. 
After you finished speaking, he had turned to you with a shielded expression and said, “You think I cheated on you.”
Fuck yes, you knew he was cheating on you. He wasn’t giving you any other reasons why he wasn’t. And all those moments you asked him before… all of his excuses were replaying in your head.
“There’s just some things you don’t want to know about me, (Y/N).” 
“I’m just… I’m not good with trusting people.”
“Why are you so interested?”
“I will, I will tell you just-just not now.”
“I love you, (Y/N),” Remus said. “Please trust me.”
Tears burned your eyes as you unlocked your jaw. Your voice came out ragged as you mustered up the words, “Was she at least a good fuck?”
“(Y/N)!” Remus started towards you but froze as you stepped back. He swallowed. Sobs quivered through your ribcage. The circles under his eyes weighed down his face, making him appear helpless and gutted. “I would never cheat on you,” he emphasized every word.
The word “bullshit” blared across your mind.
“Then where were you?” No words. “Full moon out last night. Must have been fucking romantic.” Tears smeared your sight of him. Every breath choked you.
“I love you!” Remus shouted.
“Obviously not enough!” You shouted louder.
Minutes passed.
“Fine. Then I’m done.”
“(Y/N), please.” His voice cracked softly. Desperation. His shadow leaned towards you. 
“Don’t follow me. Don’t talk to me ever again. Just… don’t.”
Two days later you heard Sirius’ laugh as you stormed down the stairway to the dungeons. Peter’s hand froze mid-air as your shoes clicked passed them. The signature Marauders laughter stopped entirely once you reached the open door to the classroom. 
You dropped your textbook onto your desk, slamming it open and burying your nose inside. You trained your face to appear stoic as your heart thundered. You had convinced yourself you were mentally prepared for this. You would be fine. You would be fine.
You refused to move when you felt a presence sitting next to you. After the longest minutes of your life, you gratefully lifted your head when the instructor appeared.
“We will continue to work in our usual pairs. Retrieve your cauldrons, carefully, and begin concocting the Wiggenweld Potion. All the ingredients,” your professor waved his wand, “are at your desk. You have one hour.” 
“I’ll get the cauldron,” Remus, your project partner, mumbled from the seat next to you. You exhaled tersely and realized you were biting your tongue. You pulled your jaw loose, trying desperately to focus on the potion’s recipe. None of the words stuck longer than two seconds in your mind.
You listened to Remus bump into the wooden chair before gently placing the cauldron on the burner you already started. Then there was silence between you two. 
You wordlessly began the base of the potion, watching the cauldron begin to steam. 
“So you’re not going to say anything now?” Remus asked softly.
“‘Add salamander blood until the potion turns red,’” you read monotonously. Remus sighed.
“You can’t shut me out forever,” Remus’ voice was closer now. You vaguely smelled the wool from his sweater.
“Why not?” You said, damning the falter in your voice. “You’re one to talk.”
“I’m sorry-”
“I don’t need your fucking sorry’s!” 
A wand dropped on a table as you realized how distinct the sound was. The entire class froze to watch you and Remus. 
Your professor’s voice shattered the silence,  “Miss (Y/L/N) and Mr Lupin! My office, now.” 
That night you and Remus were given detention for a week, hand scrubbing every cauldron with muggle tools. 
You huffed, ignoring the burn in your muscles as you forced all your attention away from Remus. You didn’t notice that he had sat slightly angled towards you or that he would occasionally grab a couple of your clean cauldrons to stack against the wall. You didn’t notice how he didn’t try to talk to you.
Not a word. Not even a peep.
You faked a sigh, eyes glancing towards him. Remus didn’t pause in his rhythm as he continued working on a cauldron with a particularly grimy inside. 
Seriously, what the fuck?
“What is your problem?” 
Remus’ hand slowed. “I thought you weren’t speaking to me,” He replied quietly.
“I thought I could trust you and now here we are.” You ignored the small squirm of guilt in your belly.
“I was not the one screaming in the middle of a lesson,” Remus raised his eyes darkly towards you.
“I wasn’t the one lying.”
“I had good reason to!” 
You snorted. Silence fell between you two like a heavy curtain. You readjusted your grip on the brush’s handle but couldn’t bring yourself to start scrubbing.
You could feel the wounds etched in your heart reopening, you could feel every beat wince. 
“I’m a werewolf.” Your eyes turned to him instantly. Remus’ face was twisted with pain, his chin to his chest. 
After minutes, you finally asked, “How old were-”
“I was four.” 
Your breath caught in your throat. Four years old? A sudden dread plummeted your stomach, and your eyes burned with the threat of tears. All this time, he was holding this a secret.
Suddenly you were flooded with images of the fight only two days before, of arguments on why Remus wouldn’t reveal more of his childhood to you, of the night you snuck out to the Gryffindor dorms on a full moon to surprise your boyfriend only to find out from the Marauders that he wasn’t there. That they couldn’t tell you where he was. 
And this was why.
“I-” You cleared your throat. “I’m so sorry, Remus.” 
“No, no.” Remus replied in earnest. “I should have told you, a long time ago, actually.”
Suddenly you were moving away from your cauldron and Remus was doing the same. A moment later you were close enough to see the moonlight reflect a molten gold in his eyes.
It’s still affecting him, your thoughts mumbled.
“We will get through this.”
He laughed and it sounded warm and sad. It sounded so much like Remus that you felt a burn push you forward. Your hands gripped him, forcing him to feel every ounce of strength in your hold, in your choice.
“I love you.”
You could hear a hum of unspoken sentences.
I will do whatever it takes.
I want this. I want you.
I choose you.
His arms enveloped you with as much ferocity in his hold as in yours. His lips kissed the outer shell of your ear, his hands rubbing tiny circles by your shoulder and waist.
“I love you too, (Y/N).”
You sighed in relief, hearing a hum of his unspoken words.
For you, I will try.

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