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Floating Candles - Professor Lupin x Reader [Fluff]

Synopsis: You're alone in the Great Hall before the holidays. Your crush joins you, just as lonely and just as melancholy.

Notes: Merry early Christmas everyone. (My queue posted this waaaay too early) Hope it's a great one ❤️💚

@evyiione

You sit alone at the dining table in the Great Hall, listening to the charmed Christmas carols drifting from their magical sources as candles float above you like enchanted stars. It's a beautiful setting, and while you're not technically supposed to be in here outside of dining hours, you had sneaked in to enjoy the quiet ambience, free of any other well meaning, rowdy students excitedly preparing for the approaching holidays. It was times like these that made you miss home, and it hurt your heart even more knowing you couldn't return to visit over the break this year. But Hogwarts was your home, more so than your real one now, and Christmas here on the castle grounds always put you in the spirit.

This morning, Professor Sprout had taught you all how to grow magical mistletoe (the dangerous kind, laced with Amorentia) and Harry and Ron had ended up kissing during a demonstration. That ended as you would expect-- with a lot of chuckles, applause, and lip scrubbing. In potions, Snape had finally conceded to the students begging him to teach the bottomless hot butterbeer spell, which was really quite simple, at the end of the day.

Now full of butterbeer and with love on the mind, you sit.

Defense Against The Dark Arts today had been the only slightly somber class, the day before holidays. Professor Lupin didn't seem right... he seemed almost melancholy, and it made you wonder why. You always thought a lot about the DADA professor; his hands, his scarred face, his little lip twitch, his passion, his playful mischeif. You had a bit of a crush on him. If only you could catch him staring at you as often as you stare at him. You use your wand to bring a couple of the snowflakes from above down lower, watching them fall in front of you and dissolve on your hand, turning to icy ash.

Suddenly, someone comes into the room, spotting you.

"(y/n)?"

You set your wand down, and look over to see Remus. He takes a seat beside you on the bench, facing away from the table.

"Shouldn't you be... off running about with your house mates? Burying gifts and such, casting charms on one another's Christmas trees? Or, if you're the Weasley twins, widdling some poor wizard's tree into a knockoff Nimbus 2000?"

You smile, ducking your head.

"I felt like being alone today, professor."

He goes to get up. "Ah. I apologize if I'm intruding--"

You reach for his arm and take it, then realize the contact, blushing and letting go. "No. You're lovely company."

He chuckles, relaxing back into his seat. "You're not obligated to say so just because I am a teacher. I can be a frightful bore sometimes. See, when I was a student, I would have given anything to tell Binns he bored me half to death."

"No, no. I could never imagine you boring me," you smile, "You've got the most wonderful stories I've ever heard anyone tell."

It's his turn to blush. "I thank you for stroking my ego, Miss (y/l/n)." He sighs contentedly, watching the candles above you float. "It is beautiful, is it not?"

"Very," you nod, "I've never felt more at home."

He stares at you as you look up, and bites his lip. "That's exactly how I felt, when I was in school. Daresay, I still do."

You move a little closer to him along the bench, and gaze down.

"Professor Lupin?" you ask softly.

He looks at you, his brown eyes gentle. "My dear?"

You place your hand over his. "Do you have anyone to go home to over Christmas?"

He takes your hand in his, and holds it.

"I don't need anyone. I've learned that over many years of my life, you see."

You bite your lip, look around, and slowly tilt your head up toward him. He looks a bit surprised, but doesn't move away as you seal your lips to his, dragging your thumb across his palm. As you part, you keep only a few inches between the two of you, lips barely grazing.

"Everybody needs someone."

He tilts your chin up, and kisses you again, eyes closing this time as he holds you to him for a moment. You two part, both utterly enamored.

The portrait of Godric Gryffindor down the way begins to applaud, and Rowena Ravenclaw behind you hushes him. Helga Hufflepuff is sniffling across from you and Salazar Slytherin is making a face. You blush, and Lupin scowls at the paintings.

"Not a word."

You turn to him, still smiling. "Happy Christmas, Professor Lupin." He leans over to bump his shoulder against yours.

"Happy, happy Christmas... my dear Miss (y/l/n)."

Professor Lupin x Reader: Caught [Smut]

Remus has your hands pinned above your head, covering you with his body as he thrusts into you. You struggle against the hold, but to your delight, you can't get anywhere, his strength unparalleled by your smaller body.

"Professor... mmm, yes!"

"Ahh, that's brilliant darling, so good for me, that's just wonderful, yes..." The bed creaks underneath the two of you, Remus' hard, fast thrusts making the rickety old thing groan and protest.

"Remus!"

You gasp out his name as you come, clutching onto his back. Your name falls from his lips as well, the DADA prof pressing soft kisses to your chest and neck as you come down and he chases his climax.

You hear a soft knocking at the door to his private chambers. Lupin is about to call out to whoever it was to wait, but his sudden orgasm renders him speechless, garnering another knock.

"C-coming..." he eventually wheezes out, hips stuttering as his cum leaks out of you, and you giggle, leaning up to bite his ear.

"Think you just did, love."

He chuckles, going in for another kiss, but his name is called.

"Professor Lupin? Are you in there?"

It's Professor McGonagall. 

Reacquaintance: Remus/Sirius [Smut]

Synopsis: Things haven't been the same between them since Sirius' return from Azkaban. Remus wants to clear that up.

Ever since Sirius had returned, Remus noticed a sort of barrier between them. He couldn't tell exactly what it was, but he knew it was getting in the way of rekindling their relationship. They were currently sitting just inside the Three Broomsticks Inn, Remus working on a plate of eggs and sausage while Sirius had some pumpkin juice and a cigarette.

"I just--" Sirius was in the middle of arguing.

"You slept with someone didn't you?"

Sirius balked. "No! I-"

"When?"

"...About two weeks ago." Remus sighed, and Sirius threw up his arms. "What?! I've been starving for a good shag since Azkaban, and she was gorgeous, like--" the animagus was momentarily distracted by a passing barmaid.

"Like that one?" Remus sighed, looking back down to his food. Sirius groaned.

"The engine's been revved for years, there's no stopping it, you see. But her breasts were right up there-- I mean right up in my face, and then she just grabbed me like it was the last thing she would do--"

"Spare me the details, kindly," Remus muttered, and rubbed his temples, dropping his fork. "I understand. Sirius, I do. I get it. But you know... you could have simply asked me."

Sirius suddenly looked nervous, pattering one hand against his mug. Remus knew this look-- this was the "I'm Finally Going To Confess To My Feelings" look.

"Mooney, I..." Sirius began, "I wanted to, but--"

"But what?" Remus turned fully, snapping at the shorter man, "But it just isn't there any more?" Sure, it was dramatic, but if Sirius got to be dramatic all the bloody time, Remus could for once as well.

Sirius looked almost heartbroken, though. "No! Moons... Remus, I spent every day in that little room, thinking of your eyes, of your smile, of you. It's the only thing that got me through-- that, and Harry. It's just..." His gaze fell down. "It's been 12 years. The last time we dropped our trousers for each other, we were still in school."

Remus' expression softened, and he thought about this. It had been over a decade since they had last slept together, and while they used to go at it at least three times a day, (Sirius' stamina was incredibly impressive), Remus could understand his old partner's insecurities. He had some of his own, of course-- he had kept himself in good shape, but 12 years later, there were sure to be some differences, right? As he thought of the two of them now, vividly pictured in his mind trying to act like their 25-year-old selves in the bedroom, he began to laugh, stealing Sirius' cigarette and taking a drag himself.

"Yes, you're right. It might be a tad awkward." Sirius smiled in relief, smile warm.

"Exactly, exactly! I didn't know if everything would be the same, and I was... well, quite frightened, to be honest."

Remus recovered from his coughing fit-- smoking again was a bad decision. "Frightened of what?"

And there was that vulnerable look again.

Professor Snape x Reader: Keep It Down [Smut]

Synopsis: You and Professor Snape have got a little thing going on between you. One evening, another professor hears suspicious noises coming from the potions classroom... 

You enter the classroom, the sound of potions bubbling growing as you close the door. You can smell the strong one to your immediate left-- it smells like sugar. You reach to check it out, and his voice cuts through the silence.

"Don't touch."

You put your hands up, and Snape continues to write at his desk, not looking up.

"Place your books on the floor. Undress. Present yourself to me."

A small smile grows on your face. You know the drill by now. You do as he says, placing your Divination and Charms books at the entrance beside a couple of elixirs, and walk over to the front of the classroom. 

You had left your bra in your dorm, and had worn a skirt under your robes. Sliding your robes off your shoulders, you see Snape look up finally to admire you. You quirk an eyebrow, exposing your breasts to him.

"Feeling a little hot, professor?" you smirk, and he purses his lips. 

"Mm." Not a yes, not a no, but his darkening eyes tell you all you need to know. You strip, and once you're naked save for his favourite black lace panties, you lay atop the desks. You always get wet at the thought that you sit right here in class every day, watching Professor Snape at the front in the same area that you fuck, keeping the little secret of yours.

"I'm waiting," you say expectantly. He sets his quill down. 

“Like a good girl.” You huff and cross your arms, and after a few more scratches of his quill, he gets up, striding over to you, and takes a good look. Your hair is in a curtain around your head, and your chest is heaving with every breath you take. He eyes your panties, and rolls back his sleeves.

"Have you done as I asked?" he inquires, staring back up into your eyes. You nod.

"I haven't touched myself for a week."

"Very good. At least we know you don't lack self control... unlike some." You pout at his vexed expression-- that little second year Potter boy had been on Snape's nerves since he got back, and you always hated seeing him stressed. 

"Professor." You draw his attention back by grabbing his hands, and placing them on your hips. His eyes drop over your body, but he ruefully retracts his hands, clapping them once.

"Over the desk."

You flip around, arching your back, and feel his hand smooth down your back to the edge of your panties, playing with the soft material gently. His fingers lightly tap your ass, pondering what to do with you first... eat you out, finger you, or perhaps use a spell or two to rile you up?

"Sir...” you swallow, “While your touch feels so good, would it be too much to ask if I said I wanted you to...” you bite your lip for show, waiting for him to coax the answer out of you. He gazes at you in interest.

“Go on.”

“...Fuck me with your cock?" you ask as innocently as you can manage, and Snape's hands stall.

"You want... what, Miss (y/n)?"

He's making you repeat yourself for kicks, the asshole.

"I want your big, thick cock, sir," you enunciate, making sure to shock him, "Slamming me from behind."

Snape tuts. "What a naughty little girl you are, using that language. What do you suggest I do about this kind of insubordination?"

"Something," you breathe, wiggling your hips back in impatience, "Anything!"

"Mm. Look at you, whining on about my cock. Were you this needy every night this week... when you couldn't do anything about i-t?"

"Yesss, every night," you nod, lips parting sensually. His fingers are tracing your folds horribly slowly, and you resist the urge to sink back on them.

"What a pity you had detention from another class last night, and could not see me to... relieve you." He takes out his wand, and smirks. "Let's see what you were really thinking all week." Swishing his wand, he mutters the legilimency spell. You always feel a little violated when he does this, but a part of you finds it hot beyond words that he can see every single dirty thing you’ve imagined about him. 

He goes into your mind, sees your fantasies of him spanking you, fucking you, kissing you. Breaking the spell, he hums.

"Just as I thought. Filth."

You bite your lip. "Please, sir... I need you to do all those things. Please. I-I need to come so bad."

At the tone of your voice, he finally decides to give you what you want, and you hear him push aside his robes, take himself out, and feel him brace a hand on your back. Needing no more stimulation, he parts your legs and runs a hand down your clothed pussy, hooking two fingers in and pulling them down to your knees. You shiver, and he lines himself up, firmly planting his hand down as he thrusts into you. 

You both start up a pace, in, out, slap, moan, until the potions classroom is filled with your noises and the obscene sounds of you two joining roughly.

"Ohhh, professor, ohhh, Severus, right there, that's amazing--!"

"Is this what you wanted?” he asks in the same calm voice he always has, if not with a little sadistic hitch to it, “I know it is. I saw it in your filthy little head.”

“Ahhh,” you breathe, fingers curling against the wooden desk as you clench around his big cock.

“You're a slut, you know," the potions professor murmurs, trailing his fingers up  your back to your neck as he continues to take, "Now, you realize such behaviour cannot simply be forgotten."

"Yes, sir, spank me, sir!"

Just then, he stops, head sharply tilting up. "Hush," Snape shushes your moans momentarily, and you gasp slightly as he stops his relentless pace. "I can hear someone coming." 

"But..." you pant, legs quivering and ass pressed back against your teacher's black robes, "But sir, you've put an auditory charm on the door, h-haven't you?"

"If suspected, such a charm can easily be undone," Snape muses, eyes narrowed, and slips out of you, patting your hip. "Get under the desk."

"But sir!"

He whips back to you, black hair falling into his flushed face. "Do as I say, unless you've got an invisibility cloak you'd like to produce or would enjoy being promptly ex-pell-ed."

Reluctantly and with a scowl, you flip your skirt down, and crawl under the desk. Suddenly and just as suspected, there's a loud knock at the door-- Snape purses his lips in irritance, rolls back his sleeves again, and makes sure he looks presentable before striding over.

"Professor Lockhart," Snape sighs upon welcoming him in, and Gilderoy saunters in past him, loosening his cloak.

"Severus! How are things?"

"Things are fine," Snape replies dryly, still standing by the door as if to evacuate him back out. You have to stifle a giggle at the potions professor's expression of annoyance, though you can't say you're much happier for the company.

"You know, I heard some curious noises coming by here," Gilderoy says, tossing a curtain back and inspecting the corners.

"Did you?" Snape folds his arms behind his back, wondering just what in hell gave the man the right to inspect his room. Gilderoy reaches to pick up a bubbling green liquid, which Snape promptly slaps from his hands and puts back with a scowl. You bite your lip, awaiting elaboration from Lockhart on his Sherlockian discovery as you grind down against your palm for some relief. 

"Mm..." The blonde gazes at Snape for a moment before shaking his head. "No noises you'd ever make though, I'm afraid." He pats him on the arm sympathetically.

"No, surely not," Snape replies shortly through his teeth, patience already wearing thin. He's still hard in his pants, and Gilderoy, as usual, is being a bother.

"You know, on the subject of unsavory noises and all, I'd quite like to get up to some with one of my last years." The blonde grins boyishly, leaning in close as if the potions could overhear them. "She's gorgeous, eyes like diamonds and a body that could ward off a prison-full of dementors, let me tell you." 

"Oh?" Snape said. He hated participating in this sort of locker room dialogue, but if he indulged Lockhart for a while, he just might leave. 

"Yes, rather. You know her I believe-- she's in your advanced class, Miss (y/l/n)?" 

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you listen closer.

"Really," Snape deadpans. You hear his fingers drum on the desk top above your head.

"Oh yes. What I wouldn’t give to see what’s under those robes. I can tell she's madly in love with me, too-- I can see it in her gaze as she stares at me in reverie and adoration, she wants me. Not uncommon, but..." He inspects his nails with a great sigh, "It's just not appropriate I'm afraid."

"No, it most certainly is not," Snape returns, though he doesn’t sound as sharp as you would have imagined. You look up, and see the potions professor's smug little smirk that you love so much. He has you, and Lockhart does not.

Gilderoy nods, too absorbed with inspecting the reflection of his teeth on a vial to notice. “Well Snape, enjoy grading books! I'm off to bed."

"Pleasant dreams," Snape says snidely, and when the door has been fully closed, you come back out.

"Gazing at him in reverie and adoration," you scoff, and gag. Snape smiles a little in amusement, and tugs you back into position, placing his hands firmly on your hips as he flips you around.

"Right, now. From behind, once more."

You stifle a groan.

"Sir... could you try something with your wand as well?"

Snape gazes at you silently, thoughtfully, and takes out his wand. After a few seconds, you feel him bring it down over your ass with a sharp whistle and crack, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

"Another, sir."

"Truly?" he raises a brow, and smacks even harder, causing you to cry out and tears to form.

"S-sir... please."

"Please... what?" He's expectant, his "t" enunciated.

"Take me again."

Really, that's all the invitation he needs with no one left to disturb you both but perhaps the Bloody Baron.

Professor Lupin x Reader: Welcome Feast [Smut]

Synopsis: You and Remus, who have been a couple since attending Hogwarts together, return to teach, Remus teaching DADA and you taking over Charms while Flitwick is absent. During Dumbledore’s droning welcome speech, Remus gets a little handsy under the table, which leads to things professors really shouldn’t be doing at school.

The candles floats above the great hall the same as they always had, as students file in and sit at their house tables. Memories fill you with pleasant nostalgia of your own days here at school.

Dumbledore stands at the front, opened with the beginning of his speech, then the chatter finally began to die down. 

“Welcome... to another year at Hogwarts!” he smiles, and another murmur ran through the crowd. Your husband leans in to your ear.

“Here we go.”

You grin. “Mm, I thought we’d escaped these frightfully dull speeches.”  

"He's gotten better, he's more enthusiastic now."

Dumbledore extends his arms. “First, allow me to introduce some new members of the teaching staff. It is my pleasure to welcome back one of Hogwarts' own alumni, Professor Lupin, as your Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher from last year." Everyone cheers, and you look at Remus in surprise.

"You never let on they liked you that much."

Remus blushes. Your husband is a humble man.

Dumbledore goes on. "--And with him this year comes the lovely Mrs. Lupin, also an alumni of this school, who will go by her maiden name to avoid confusion. I give you Mrs. (y/l/n), your temporary Charms professor while Professor Flitwick takes a much needed holiday." 

At their table, Ron turns to Harry. "Professor Lupin's married?!" he whispers. 

"Apparently," Harry replies, equally as surprised, and Hermione shushes them. 

"I think they make a smart looking couple." 

"You're such a sap," Ron mutters, and Hermione huffs at him as you and Remus share a kiss at the table, waving to everyone as Dumbledore gives an approving smile and nod. 

"Yuck," Harry and Ron grumble, and Hermione rolls her eyes. Up at the table as everyone claps, Remus leans into your ear again. 

“I told you they would love you." 

"They're obligated to clap," you smile, "They'll be reprimanded if they don't."

"Ah, but who couldn't love you? Just from the sight of your brilliant smile," Remus presses a kiss to your cheek. "I remember when I first saw you. First year, across the classroom. You were a popular (y/house)... I, at the time, was quite a shy little Gryffindor if you remember, unlike my boisterous friends.” 

“How could I forget?” you smile.

“For the longest time, I always believed you agreed to go on that date with me simply out of sympathy." 

You blush, smirking. "Perhaps I did. But you were a handsome boy, and you offered me chocolate. A girl doesn’t simply turn down chocolate." 

"No? Not even for Lockhart, constantly vying for your affection?" 

You both turn to see the pompous Ravenclaw. He had been newly assigned to the position of Ancient Runes professor this year after regaining his memories over the holidays. He is currently blowing kisses your way, only to get distracted by his own reflection in his spoon. You and Remus look at one another, and shudder. 

"Now, if it was your friend Sirius asking, darling..." you go on, and you both laugh. 

"Oh Sirius, yes," Remus chuckles, "You'd have to be mad to turn him down for me." You place your hand over his under the table. "Are you glad, then, that you agreed to see me?" Remus continues, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

"I haven't regretted it once since our wedding day," you smile earnestly. 

“Or night," he grins that rare boyish smile you love to see peek through his gentlemanly demeanor, "As I recall, you were moaning more than I do after a full moon." He leans down from your ear to press a kiss to your earlobe. 

"You're awfully handsy tonight," you comment. He responds by nibbling your lobe. "Oh, do stop it, love... we'll have plenty of time later for all that." 

"Problem is," Remus sighs, leaning back and taking a sip of his drink, "Later is a little too far away for my taste."