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recents — silver vines (remus lupin)

tysm for requesting! i just think it’s a really silly request and i have been really enjoying this au.. please more princess au reqs i love it!!!!!!!!!

warnings: princess!reader, reader is james’ little sister, royalty au, reader is a bit of a prat, hardly any mention of time period, but assume it is not modern lol

from this au

pairings: remus lupin x fem!potter!reader 1.1k

This night, you realize how much alike you and James are.

It’s not about the fact that you have the same smile, or get that twinge in your eyebrows when you’re upset; or even the way that you practically laugh in sync.

No, it’s the pit in your stomach as another waltz starts up. It’s the way that you have to remind yourself that you’re different and it isn’t a fear you have, but a fact. You know this routine and know your brother knows it as well as you do. You watch as dance cards get signed all night and know yours will not be touched, not because they don’t want to, but because of who you are.

You would have untied the ribbon from your wrist, if not for the moment you took it off your mother would notice. A tight lipped reminder, especially after the fight from last night, of who you were would follow. ‘You have to set an example,’ with a slight tap on the inside of your wrist. ‘They look up to you, especially.’

You try to swallow the grimace you know is growing on your face as Remus spins a girl.

She steps on his toes as she rounds back, but the warmth on her cheeks is eased by the gentle smile he gives her.

It feels worse when they share a quiet laugh together, and at this point you aren’t sure you can keep watching from your seat next to your mother.

Your nails pick at the armrest and the metal’s cool is the only thing grounding you in this moment. The song ends and Remus bows, politely, in-distance. As he always does. If it’s a song he particularly likes, he presses a chaste kiss to their fingertips before finding his next partner.

You know you must be a sight and that becomes even more apparent when James walks quietly next to you, and nods towards the dance floor.

“Hi, poppet.” James smiles.

“Hi, James. Do you need something?” Your nails still from your restless picking.

When you meet his eyes, your shoulders fall because you already know what’s coming.

“Gonna put all those dance lessons to use?” With the way you frown at him, James knows he’s going to have to pull out the big-guns.

“Please,” he starts, eyes big. “Please, my sister who’s always right and so brilliant, and..”

“And?” You’ve already decided to say yes, but you want to see if your charm still works just the same.

“And I will take you into town this week for the library. However long you’d like, whenever.” You smile, not because of his promise, but because you know James will always be this sweet on you.

You fix your skirts as you stand and try to hide your smile behind narrowed eyes, and an even dryer tone.

“Alright,” You take his hand. “Just one.”

As he leads you down the marble steps towards the dance floor, you can feel the crowd shift. Some moving away to make way for you two, some finding partners quickly to join in on the next dance now that you’re out of your seat. You aren’t sure what feels worse, what you had been watching before this— or the feeling of being a commodity.

You can hardly see anything past James’ body and you use that as an excuse to ease your nerves. How can anyone see you, if you can’t see them; you tell yourself. When the tune starts, you’re grateful that you still have to count your steps in order to keep James’ toes safe.

James spins you to the left, to which you perform your part. By the time you’re rounding back towards him, you realize which dance this is. When he spins you past him and to the next person you’re meant to dance with, you don’t even have to look up to know who it is.

“Good evening, your highness.” Remus starts, and his lips are slightly curled up.

“Hush,” you murmur. “I need to focus.”

“Can hardly feel my toes,” He moves to turn you. “No harm done if you do step on them.”

Remus and you move around each other, fingers brushing to close the gap you’re trying too hard to hold. When you meet his eyes, your frown falls, and all that’s left is a weariness that even he can see.

“Are you alright?” He moves to your opposite side.

“You’re very sociable tonight,” is what you say, no matter if you meant to.

“You’re–” Remus starts, but can’t contain the laugh that follows. “You’d been hiding that card in your sleeve the entire evening.”

You flush because Remus is right, but he shouldn’t be. Not when he had danced with half of the ton.

“I did not want a dance from you,” You can’t meet his eyes, not when he’s smiling like he’s got you figured out.

“You look very beautiful tonight,” Remus moves back in front of you, his dark lashes kissing his cheeks.

“My,” you swallow dryly. “My dance card was out. It always is.”

He spins you once more. “And your hair is really nice. Style it differently?”

Remus passes you back to James, as the dance insists and you send him the meanest face you can without your mother being able to notice from her seat.

When James spins you towards his chest, he tilts his head at you.

“S’warm, poppet. You okay?” His thick eyebrows furrow. “Want a drink?”

You don’t think you can respond, not with the tremor in your hands, and how you’ve lost the rhythm. The numbers in your mind jumble, and you’re not sure where the song starts or ends anymore.

James tries to ignore it, especially when your heel digs into the toes of his leather shoes. He knows you’re a lost cause, and his feet may be after this dance.

summary: you think remus knows you have a crush on him.

pairings: remus lupin x fem!reader 0.9k

You know it’s silly.

Silly that you changed your outfit three times before you left for Harry’s birthday party, and even sillier that you’re still fixing the skirt to your dress as you stand at Lily and James’ steps.

“Hi,” a voice speaks up behind you.

When you peek over your shoulder, it’s Remus, and he’s also holding a gift. It’s wrapped in newspaper and twine, most likely a book. His fingernail picks at the twine as he half-smiles at you, leaning onto the banister.

“Hello,” you say, almost breathless.

“You look very pretty,” he says easily.

You nod, too stiffly, because he smiles, much wider than the polite one he used to greet you.

“Thank you,” It comes out like a question.

“Are you sure?” And you feel like shrinking into your shoes, twisting the ribbon handles of the gift you’ve brought.

The door opens seconds later, much to your saving grace, and James is holding Harry at his hip, tiny party hats on both their heads.

“Come in, come in!” James pulls the door open wider with his leg and Remus follows behind you closely as you walk into the hallway.

You can’t help, but coo at Harry, pudgy cheeks and little fingers wrapping around yours as you greet him sweetly.

“You’re getting so big, aren’t you?” you smile, and Remus laughs. Your cheeks warm at the sound, but you ignore it when Harry pulls from James to be held by you.

“C’mon, you,” James starts, turning away to bring Harry back towards the party. “She’s just gotten here.”

After you settle your gifts and make your way outside, you find a seat next to Remus on a small sofa. Your thighs touch, and you try not to pay attention to how the cotton seams dig into your skin. It seems Remus is because he nudges his leg with yours, smiling.

“I’m sorry,” you tilt your head, confused. “For earlier.”

You look at him then, hands pulled into your lap, playing with a loose string lining your hem. You can feel the warmth on your cheeks, but you don’t meet his eyes in fear it’ll worsen.

“You really do look pretty in that dress,” he continues.

“You’re being mean,” you say, but the smile betrays your words.

“A bit,” Remus leans back, all too pleased with himself.

Sirius comes soon after, already holding Harry as he enters the backyard, blowing raspberries into the infant’s tummy.

“My boy’s grown!” Sirius starts, and Lily laughs.

“He’s only one,” she smiles, eyes warm as Harry giggles.

“Far too old, some would say,” Sirius moves to sit across from you, Harry perched on his lap.

“Want a drink, lovely?” Remus says, hands on his knees, bracing himself to stand.

You don’t even want to respond, especially with the way he’s blocking the sun, leaning to look at you. His brown hair falls over his eyes and you have to fight the urge to push it away from his lashes. 

“Yes, please,” Sirius speaks, leg bouncing Harry.

Remus rolls his eyes as he finally stands from his seat, and walks into the house. The rest of the party arrives soon and the backyard is filled with adults, who are practically hot-potatoing little Harry for a bit of his attention. 

The seat next to you stays empty; and you’re not sure that Remus is ever coming back with a drink for you, even less Sirius. When it’s your turn to catch Harry, Mary promptly places him into your lap and leaves without another word.

Harry stares up at you, and you completely forget the knot tightening in your stomach. His dark eyelashes, like James’, flutter over his pretty-little green eyes. He’s a happy baby, maybe the happiest you’ve ever met. 

Harry’s decided that your necklace, a smoothed circular stone piece, is much more interesting than whatever you’ve got going on. You find that even a little bit of his attention, even if it’s not on you, is enough.

Remus comes back from the kitchen to find you humming a song to Harry, bouncing him lightly as he babbles mindlessly to you. You don’t even look up at him as he places your drink on the glass table in front of you and almost jump out of your skin when Remus sits down next to you.

He leans back to watch you two, your humming becomes quieter under his stare. Remus puts down his own glass with a soft ‘clink’, and leans into Harry’s little bubble.

“She singing for you?” Remus smiles, fingers pulling at Harry’s cheeks softly. His voice has lightened, “What’s she singing, huh?”

Harry babbles mindlessly at the attention of one of his uncles, and it seems even Remus can’t help but fall for his charm. As they “talk”, you softly pick at an eyelash on Harry’s pink cheek, and Remus hums tunelessly. Harry immediately turns his head to you (not without some wobble), and his bright eyes stare up at you at your sudden poking of his skin.

“Isn’t she sweet, Harry?” Remus says.

You know Remus can see the way your bounce has off-kiltered, how your cheeks warm as you swallow dry, and undeniably how you will not face him; finding the bushes much more interesting. You wish you could feel humiliated if not for the fact that his attention is all you want.

When Harry is moved from your lap, it’s into Remus’. Remus begins humming again, Harry’s tiny fingers clawing onto Remus’ long ones. He leans in, nose bumping with Harry’s lightly as the baby smiles.

hi! tysm for the request, i hope you like it!

warnings: princess!reader, reader is james’ little sister, royalty au, arranged marriage (not between reader and remus) and mentions of such, jily!, reader is a bit of a prat, hardly any mention of time period, but assume it is not modern lol

from this au

pairings: remus lupin x fem!potter!reader 0.7k

When Remus finds you in the gardens, your heels are dug so deep that the hem of your dress is sufficiently soiled in the wet grass below it. Remus knows what had happened, most of the castle likely did when your mother and you got into a fit with each other. Your shoulders are trembling on the stone bench you’re sat at, and he thinks it just might be the saddest thing he’s ever seen. 

He pushes himself to finally step next to the bench and sits, the only noise of acknowledgment you give Remus is a very wet sniffle.

“Are you alright?” Is the only thing Remus can manage to think of to say. 

“Don’t–“ You start, breath trembling. Remus’ stomach turns. “Don’t pity me.”

His heart falls, watching you try and wipe your tears with a now ruined glove, touches of your makeup smeared across the palm of it. He watches your bottom lip jut slightly, trembling as you try to catch your tears before they fall.

“I don’t pity you.” He says.

“But you don’t understand.” You manage out through the short exhales. “None of you do.”

“You.. You get the choice, nevermind choices, to marry who you want,” Your lashes catch thick tears. “To say no.”

“I know, dove,” Remus isn’t sure anything he can say will make you feel better, but this is all he can offer. “S’not fair.”

You shake your head messily, breathing slowly. You repeat his words, “Not fair.”

Remus reaches into his pocket and hands you an old handkerchief, stitched with different flowers. Some of the flowers are stitched cleanly, while others are fraying at where the thread loops. He smiles at your hesitation and a quick, ‘It’s clean,’ has you reaching for it. You both sit in silence, and Remus listens as the intervals of your sniffling become longer. Your elbow graces his lightly, yet you’re now looking down at his handkerchief. 

“It’s very pretty,” you murmur.

He knows you won’t look at him, not right now. You’re too stubborn and beyond that he knows that although the rules are why you’re like this, you’ll follow them because it is your duty.

“My mother made it,” he smiles softly at you.

“But you stitched this,” your finger taps at one of the messy flowers, it has four lopsided petals. 

“Yes,” Remus laughs, but nods nonetheless. “Yes. That one is mine.”

“S’not very good,” you murmur through the thick of your sadness, yet the tears have finally stopped.

“Yeah?” He moves slightly across the stone bench until your shoes are touching. “Going to give me a lesson?”

This makes your frown soften, the corner of your lips picking up. It makes Remus’ heart stutter.

“As if you would listen,” you say.

‘I would listen to you forever,’ is what Remus wants to say, but he settles for a very mundane, “I’ll try my hardest.”

The glove sits on your lap, as you continue to stare at it, fingers tracing the seams. Although your tears are gone, your thick eyelashes are evidence of the past hour. You finally look up at Remus, all the tension from your face eased. 

Remus picks up his hand, gently picks something off your face. His fingers hardly touch your damp cheek and he smiles suddenly.

“Eyelash. Make a wish?” His thumb is already up.

Your smile grows slowly, picking up your thumb to wrestle his for the wish. “Mhm.”

With that agreement, you both silently make your wishes and push your thumbs together.

When your fingers part, the eyelash sticks to your thumb and satisfied noise leaves your lips. Remus watches as you blow it away gently, turning back to him. 

“Wish for something good?” Remus says.

He looks at you this time, dress muddied and makeup strewn across your eyes from tears; and yet, you still are as beautiful as this morning. Your head tilts at his staring, and you send him a face with an eyebrow raised. But it doesn’t really matter to him, he thinks, he knows he’s being selfish.

“I think so,” you reply softly, turning back to the gardens.

You two sit there until your sniffling stops, until the fireflies come out and until Remus decides it’s probably time for you to head inside. 

fics

silver vines (3.1k)

drabbles

princess!reader receives mystery flowers

remus comforts you after a fight with your mother

he likes all these things about you, you think. you wish you didn’t have to see the way his face softens when you retie your hair, or realize you’ve forgotten the same thing the third day in a row. yet, you do. and he’s more than pleased with the fact that you can see he likes it.

it makes your tummy hurt, and he can tell, which makes it turn worse because he can’t help but make you aware of the fact that he knows. he’ll come over and make you tea in that same cup, give you a pack of ties knowing it’ll go untouched, and tap his sneaker against yours when he notices the bunnies on your left don’t match the polka-dots on your right.

omg anon……. thank u for giving me another excuse to write this au.

warnings: use of flower language, princess!reader, reader is james’ little sister, royalty au, arranged marriage (not between reader and remus), jily!, reader is a bit of a prat, hardly any mention of time period, but assume it is not modern lol

from this au

remus lupin x fem!potter!reader 1.1k

The first thing you notice sitting next to your book in the drawing room is a flower.

It’s a geranium, budding a deep purple and petals falling into a soft purple. It sits kindly on top of your book, no note. It’s not a holiday, nor a special occasion, but you assume James has left it for you from the ongoing orders from your mother.

Touching the cold spine of the flower, you turn to one of the maids, asking for it to be put into your room.

The day passes, another trip to the modiste with your mother, lunch with Lily as she tells you about her morning ride, and another night spent fighting about turning down suitors that you had very little interest in. The same as the day before, and the day before that.

When you exit the throne room, your chest feels heavy walking the path to your room. It seemed your mother was never going to be in agreement with your needs and when she got like that; you couldn’t even consider hers. Your legs carry you, feeling boneless. The large halls echo as your fingers tremble, and the silence almost makes you want to scream.

When you reach the hall of your room, James is at the opposite end where his room rests, and is leaning against the frame talking to Sirius and Remus. Sirius looks about as restless as James, while Remus looks like he can hardly stand for another minute. When they hear your heels reach the floor, their faces turn to you, but none of them comment on the wobble in your lips.

“Good evening,” you manage to mutter.

James’ eyebrows furrow, but he seems to know better than to bring it up in front of everyone. “Evening, poppet.”

He looks at you with those eyes, the ones that say, ‘I pity you, but I don’t know it’s pity.’ It makes you want to shrink within the layers of your dress.

“Did you ever get to the book I lent you?” Remus suddenly speaks, fully turning to you.

“The Poe poems?” he nods, a tilt on his lips.

“Yes,” you swallow lightly. “I liked To Helen.”

Remus smiles at that, dotted cheeks rising. “On desperate seas long wont roam,” he offers.

Your fingers tighten around the hem of your sleeve and you nod quickly, too quickly because his smile only grows.

“Something like that,” the warmth at your cheeks betrays your tone. “Goodnight.”

Yet, when you return to your room, the violet geranium reminds you it hadn’t been the same.

The next day after your french lessons, you walk down the halls, your pale pink dress trailing behind you as your heels click. You walk straight to the tea room, knowing a warm cup is waiting for you next to a sandwich.

The doors open for you and you take a seat at the daybed in your usual spot, sighing into the cushions. Your skirt falls around your ankles, ruffles making way for your heeled feet to peek out. When you reach for your tea, your hand stills before you can even make it halfway to the saucer. Two flowers sit prettily next to it, a pansy and an iris.

It makes you stop in place, and your back hits the frame of the seat. It stumps you at this point, a second day of flowers, for whatever reason.

The pansy’s yellow pistol peeks from its burgundy petals and its stem is crossed with the iris; purple and vibrant. Again, no note left from James. With the new vase of lilies in the corner of the room, you can’t help but assume another delivery has come in. 

By the third day, you expect another flower, yet your morning is empty of them minus the grand vases that sit across the rooms. 

You’re sat outside, a pale yellow dress hugging your frame as you watch your brother, his friend, and betrothed play pall-mall.

Lily hits Sirius’ boxwood ball, and he groans, throwing his long hair back.

“Not very kind, Evans,” He narrows his eyes at her.

“I wasn’t trying to be,” she says easily as James laughs loudly.

Remus walks onto the stone, coming from the open doors that lead to a sunroom. He walks towards your table, but James and Sirius capture his attention as his fingers touch the back of the chair across from you.

“Took you long enough, Moony.” Sirius smiles wolfishly, pushing his dark curls from his eyes.

“Some of us have jobs to do, I’m afraid.” Remus hums, pulling out the chair to sit.

Sirius waves a dismissive hand, turning back to the game of pall-mall.

When you look back up from your book, Remus is already looking at you and you can’t stop the frown that forms as your chest warms.

“I didn’t know you’d be coming today,” you start. “I would’ve returned your book.”

He shakes his head, eyes closing as he smiles softly at you, and you feel like you might be the sweetest thing.

“Return it whenever,” Remus taps the empty glass on the tray next to your book. “Or don’t. I don’t mind.”

“I’m forgetful, so you’d best hope I don’t.” You manage through your frown, but it lacks any bite at all.

His smile grows slowly at that, and he goes to open his mouth before suddenly sitting up straight. His body turns to the side, as if hiding, and digs into his pocket. He places something in front of you carefully.

Remus’ hand moves back to his lap, his lips tight. “Before I forget.”

You look down, and it’s a honeysuckle. The petals are slightly crumpled from turning in his pocket. They match your dress, and when you pick it up, you can’t seem to find anything to say.

It turns between your fingers before you place it onto your lap, and you see Remus’ shoulders unstiffen, his head turning to the pall-mall game. Your book is opened again and you don’t dare to say a word because you’re unsure you can speak at all.

—

When you arrive at your room that night, you place the honeysuckle next to the other flowers; a geranium, a pansy, an iris, and now a honeysuckle. None of them sit together very prettily, but you don’t care all that much as your nails grace each stem.

You stare at them for longer than necessary until your stomach turns and your face heats just a quickly.