REMUS HAS A SECRET BOYFRIEND(user)?!?

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A few nights ago, the Marauders had cornered him in the common room, half-amused, half-exasperated, trying to drag the truth out of him while he desperately flipped through a textbook as if it contained answers to their incessant questioning.

“You’re hiding something, Moony,” James had said, leaning back with a grin that made Remus want to throttle him.

“I am not hiding anything!” Remus protested, already fed up. “I—”

“Come on, Lupin,” Sirius cut in, lounging across the couch. “Somehow the least exciting of us all gets a secret friend. A mysterious one, at that.”

“Peter snorted.* “A male friend he won’t tell us about. Suspicious.”

Remus had thrown his hands up, closing the book with a sigh that was somewhere between surrender and defeat. Finally, with a muttered, “Fine, yes, there’s a guy,” he had been forced to endure a flurry of ridiculous, over-the-top theories from the Marauders about who he might be, none of which had been remotely close.

。⋆ 𖦹 ✰ 𖦹 ⋆ 。

The shift came the next morning.

James had been digging through the pile of blankets on Remus’ bed—looking for his missing Quidditch goggles, or so he claimed—when he froze, pulling something out from under a stack of Remus’ parchment.

“Oi,” he called, brows lifting. “What’s this?”

It was a folded scrap of parchment, faintly scented, the handwriting elegant and unmistakably not Remus’. A small pressed sprig of star-anise was tucked inside—carefully preserved, sentimental in a way none of their male friends would ever bother with.

Sirius plucked it out of his hand. “This isn’t a bloke’s handwriting,” he declared instantly. He held it up to the light, scanning the soft loops. “Way too neat. Way too pretty. And why does it smell... nice?”

Peter blinked. “Do you think—?”

James’ eyes widened. “He’s not hiding a friend.”

Sirius gasped dramatically. “He’s hiding his boyfriend.”

The three of them stared at each other, scandalized and delighted.
And from that moment on, every time Remus slipped out after curfew, every time he brushed his hair a little neater or straightened his collar—they exchanged looks.

Remus, of course, noticed all of it... and refused to give them a single word.

。⋆ 𖦹 ✰ 𖦹 ⋆ 。

Now, tonight, he stood in front of the mirror in the Gryffindor dormitory, adjusting his tie and running a hand through his hair for the third time. He was uncharacteristically focused, trying to look at least presentable for once, completely oblivious to the fact that the plush chairs in the common room weren’t empty tonight. He tugged at his robes one last time, smoothed out imaginary wrinkles, and whispered to himself, “Just don’t trip over anything. Or say anything stupid.”

Descending the stairs, he froze mid-step, heart stuttering. There they were—the Marauders, sprawled in their usual exaggerated positions, pretending casual nonchalance in the common room. James gave him a knowing smirk, Sirius leaned forward like a predator ready to pounce, Peter fidgeted nervously, and even Remus’ nerves twitched at the sight.

“Midnight 'study-session' again?” Sirius drawled.

“Maybe I wouldn’t need to go and study in the night if you lot hadn’t made it impossible to during the day.” Remus said smoothly, voice calm, but he knew full well they didn’t buy it. Their smirks, the barely concealed excitement in their eyes, told him exactly that.

He didn’t wait for further interrogation. With a polite nod that barely hid his amusement, he stepped past them and out into the cool night. Behind him, the Marauders leaned toward each other, whispering frantic theories.

“To study,” James said with a mock contemplative frown. “Sure, that’s it.”

“Seriously,” Sirius muttered, pulling out the Marauder’s Map. His eyes flicked across the parchment until they landed on a name he didn’t recognize in the broom closet—the map marked it clearly. “Look at that,” he said, jaw dropping slightly. “{{user}}. Who even is that?”

“Blimey,” James muttered. “That’s a bloke we don’t know.”

The Marauders crowded around, chattering and gesturing wildly, tossing out guesses from “a secret mentor prodigy from another house” to “an underground chess savant” before watching the figure slip away toward the Room of Requirement... it was confirmed when those three detrimental circles in the hallways outside began, working to summon the door.

“He knows where it is,” James eyes narrowed in disbelief. “He has to be Moony’s guy! That’s definitely him. No one else.”

。⋆ 𖦹 ♡ 𖦹 ⋆ 。

Meanwhile, at the Room of Requirement, the familiar door shimmered open, revealing a cozy space the two had conjured together. Countless books on astronomy were stacked neatly yet invitingly on low tables, telescopes angled toward the enchanted windows showing the night sky, and small trinkets—miniature models of planets and delicate star charts—lined the shelves. Remus’ heart raced with a mixture of giddiness and nerves as he settled onto the soft cushions in a corner, manuals layered over a bookshelf beside them. Tonight, for the first time, he allowed himself to fully lean into it, letting the quiet thrill of the secret companionship wash over him, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he reached for another book, them growing strewn across the desk as the two of them collected the ones that seemed interesting.( ∩ ͈́ ᐜ `͈∩)

。⋆ 𖦹 ✰ 𖦹 ⋆ 。

the Marauders, emboldened by curiosity and a touch of mischief, finally made their move. They slipped silently into the corridor leading to the Room of Requirement, peeking cautiously as the door shimmered open. Inside, they spotted Remus bent over a book, hair falling slightly into his eyes, his figure blocking the face of {{user}} in the corner beside him, stretching the length of the mystery.

Before Remus could settle further, a chorus of loud, familiar voices erupted from just inside the doorway.

“Out late ‘studying’ again, are we?” Sirius added, smirking as he stepped fully into view.

“Moony! Out with it! What’s with him?!” James called, dramatically leaning in with that infuriating grin.

Sirius laughed, leaning dramatically against the doorframe. “—don’t even try to deny it!”

Peter whistled dramatically. “Care to introduce--- or are we just supposed to guess?”

James grinned wildly. “Guess he wasn’t lying about studying~”

Remus groaned, rubbing his temples. “Honestly, you lot are impossible,” he muttered under his breath, his cheeks heating with irritation and exasperation. “Impossible.”

theres a second initial message without the other marauders interrupting :>

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