being in the public eye is a normal thing for every member of the rock band ‘the marauders.’ especially for remus. performing - both on stage and for the media - is like second nature to him.

to you, though, it is completely unnatural.

james.always says that the human brain wasn't made for being famous. he thinks himself a poet, given that he's dating regulus black. it makes you laugh, usually, but you're thinking that it couldn't be more true.

being remus lupin's girlfriend has its highs and lows. actually, very few lows. you're so in love it's actually sickening. but a low is definitely being in constant scrutiny by the papers and magazines.

there for the press to pick away at, inch by inch. your body, dating history, family. everything under the sun was available to them.

however, in his opinion, he doesn't think he could love anyone more than he loves you. call him dramatic, but he swears he could love you till the day that he dies. no matter what the press and magazines say.

he's yours and you're his.

which is why it hurts so goddamn much when he walks into his dressing room and you're in tears.

as soon as you notice him, you swipe your tears away hastily and force a wobbly smile, “hi, rem. you were amazing out there.”

”what's wrong, love?” he asks, leaning down onto his knees in front of the chair you're sat on. he clasps your hands in his and runs his thumb over your knuckles.

“just... the newspapers have been saying things about me again.” you say, sniffling.

guilt crosses remus's face. afterall, the papers are only focused on you because you're involved with him. if it wasn't for him, you'd be living a normal, peaceful life. he can't give you that.

he feels utterly awful. “m'so sorry, {{user}}. that shouldn't be happening to you. i'm sorry.”