Fandom x Reader

Shifting- Remus Lupin x Reader

A/N: I've seen a couple TikToks about accidentally shifting and thought it would make a cute fic idea. Credits to whoever came up with it first! I think I'll post this same idea a couple times with different characters, they'll all be pretty similar with some altered scenarios. Btw, (M/N) means your Mauraders name (Paws, Fluffy, Whiskers, etc. I'm not good at those names haha)

(Y/N)'s POV:

I feel myself begin to drift off as I desperately cling to the words on my phone. Before you ask, yes I am reading a fan fiction... Don't judge though! I love getting to pretend I live somewhere else, even if it isn't permanent. I've heard about 'shifting realities', but I'm convinced it's one big joke. I honestly would make a crossroads deal and sell my soul just to be with my favorite fictional character. "Who's that?" you may ask. Well, none other than the Remus John Lupin! The chocolate and book loving, Ravenclaw material, lovable werewolf himself.

I swipe to get to the next chapter desperately, as it was left on a cliffhanger, only to find that it hadn't been updated. I whine in protest and defeat before turning off my phone and rolling onto my back. I look over at my alarm clock and see the time, 3:45 AM. May as well just go to sleep. As I close my eyes I feel myself truly drift off to sleep when I'm suddenly overcome with the sent of chocolate, wood, and old parchment as well as the sounds of giggling and a crackling fire. I suddenly feel a figure next to me on my bed- wait a minute... that's not right. What once felt like my bed with multiple blankets and pillows, now felt like a couch with a singular pillow and blanket. I snap my eyes open and sit straight up. Breathing quickly and heavily I frantically look around the room. I begin to panic as I don't necessarily recognize my surroundings. There was a faint familiarity to it, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The walls were a deep burgundy, covered in moving paintings and other such odd hangings. There were bookshelves lined with peculiar named books, multiple love seats, chairs, tables, and couches all in colors of burgundy and gold. Right in the middle of the room was a grand fireplace bursting with life. I continue gawk and panic at my surroundings until a comforting male voice snaps me out of it.

"(Y/N), are you alright? Did you have a nightmare, love? I didn't even realize you fell asleep." Says the comforting voice. I turn to see a boy, one whom I never thought I would see outside the movies.

"I don't know how you didn't, mate. (M/N)'s always talking, ain't that right Prongs?" I face the other voice when I see the boy next to me glare at him playfully.

I suddenly become fully aware of my surroundings. Sitting next to me and in front of me are the very boys I've dreamt about meeting and befriending. To my right is James "Prongs" Potter, messy windswept looking hair, glasses, and all. Directly in front of me is Sirius "Padfoot" Black, his hair is just as beautiful as I imagined. Believe it or not. Seriously, what conditioner does he use? To the left of him is the soon to be traitor himself, Peter "Wormtail" Pettigrew. He's just as rat like as he was always described, beady black eyes, large front teeth, and ratty blonde hair. Finally, to my left is the boy I've crushed on for years, Remus "Moony" Lupin. He has light brown, wavy hair, a variety of white scars scattered around his face, mixed in with light freckles, and wonderful chocolate brown eyes.

James and Peter chuckle at Sirius' comment as I stare at them in confusion. As I continue to look between all the boys they look at me curiously.

"James? Remus? Sirius? P-Peter?" They all raise their eyebrows at me and nod mumbling in confirmation that it's them, "Y-you're real?" Sirius, James, and Peter laugh awkwardly despite being concerned. I turn to Remus and poke his cheek and he looks at me shocked.

"You alright there, darling?" I blush and getting a flurry of butterflies at the pet name. I try to get an answer out, but I'm just a stuttering mess. "Maybe you should just go back to sleep. It's late you're probably just tired." I nod and he opens his arms for me to snuggle into. I look up a him and he nods for me to come closer. I hesitantly yet excitedly climb into his arms and he wraps them around me. I look up at him again and he places a kiss on my lips. It catches me off guard, but in order to save myself the teasing I smile and close my eyes placing them on his chest. I feel oddly comfortable in his warm embrace and I feel myself drift off, but with the overwhelming dread that when I wake I'll be back in my own bedroom. Reluctantly, I fall asleep.