OLIVIA/STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
(not sure)
But bully!remus where the reader is so confused why Remus was so mean towards her yet so sweet to everyone else. Happy ending please
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I think the mean in him is more about being cold and contradicting anything you say. It usually is just petty, but when he wants to be mine he really truly is.
In reality Remus has spent sooo much time learning about you to actually hurt you that what he has discovered he has really liked. He enjoys your taste in music, he is enthralled by the books you like. But he can’t tell you that. He enjoys seeing you pout; he doesn’t think since to him it’s not that deep that he is hurting you that bad. But he is.
And one day Lily is wearing this beautiful maroon dress that makes her look so so so good but the dress is yours and Remus can’t quite put his finger on where has he seen it before.
“Wow Evans, look at you. The dress brings out your eyes.”
“Actually Y/N-“
“What about them? I really don’t need to hear it, ew.”
“Rem ew it’s kinda mean, don’t you think?”
“No. No he doesn’t.” You interrupt, fed up with him. “Because I wore the dress last week and it was tacky and it made me look weird, didn’t it Remus?”
“It’s not that deep.”
“But it is! Because I’ve done nothing to you, but you just hate me SO MUCH. And for what? I never want to see you again. Ever. You are the meanest, foulest man ever Remus Lupin. I don’t want anything to do with you.”
It takes you breaking his heart to realize he has broken yours and fucked up big time. And he know you won’t forgive him even if he begs on his knees. He has gone too far. So he starts doing little things, earning your trust back. He doesn’t even start with compliments, it starts with kindness. He starts being warm.
By month three, you won’t budge. The only progress is the fact that you two can coexist in the same room, but it’s driving Remus mad.
Six months later, Remus can’t take it anymore and you don’t expect him to find him obliterated in your doorstep, on his knees begging for forgivness.
“Remus? It’s three am get up off the floor.”
“Not until you forgive me.” He slurs.
“You’re drunk.”
“And you are beautiful.”
You sigh, and you help him inside. He just doesn’t want to let you go. At all. His arms are around you, and when you lay him in your bed in hopes to let him sleep the drunk away. But he just goes on and on about how beautiful you are and how pretty you look and how he needed you to just forgive him because not seeing you smile was like being caught in a rainstorm on your own.
You softly smile at him. You were not going to give in that easily but it melted your heart a little that he really meant how sorry he was. Maybe forgiving Remus wasn’t that bad. Maybe you could get used to his arms around you at night and him looking at you like the you are the most precious thing to ever walk on Earth.
