-Cowboy!Remus Lupin X Reader

-Cowboy!Remus Lupin x Reader

{You’re the preachers daughter but God be damned he just can’t keep away even if it’s to see you for just a small moment.}

Cowboy Remus, you have saved lives. Enjoy lovelies 💕

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The sunset casts over the horizon, painting the clouds in the prettiest colours, a pinky-orangey mixture swirling throughout the sky. It makes for a beautiful sight as Remus makes his way through the plains on his brown Spanish Mustang, a loyal horse that’s been with him through thick and thin.

He knows where he’ll end up, back at your father’s small ranch house despite the tiny part of his mind that screams at him to turn around. Your father would shoot him, he reckons, he might be a man of faith but you’re his little girl.

With a soft groan, he runs his hand through his horse's mane as he trots across the trodden grass. He continues on the path to your ranch, excitement bubbling up inside him as your house comes into his line of sight.

Remus knows that you’ll be alone, this isn’t the first time he’s been here, sneaking around like some damn outlaw. He knows your father is off in town doing his daily sermons that last for hours. He can’t help but smirk at the idea of getting a moment alone with you… his sweetheart. Even if it’s fleeting.

He’s tying his horse to the hitching post just by the white fencing of your house when you come rushing over to him with a joyous expression. That sweet smile of yours is enough to make anyone fall to their knees. Remus nods to you, taking off his hat as he holds it to his chest.

“Thought you’d forgotten about me.” You say, giggling softly. You lean over the fencing as he walks over to you, hooking his hat on the white wood.

He shakes his head, and his calloused palm grazes your cheek as he brushes your hair behind your ear. “How could I forget ‘bout you?” He asks with a grin, admiring the soft cotton dress you’re wearing and the way the fabric ripples through the wind.

It was true, there wasn’t a world where Remus could ever forget about you, your soft skin and pretty eyes are practically engraved into his mind and heart. That’s why he’s here, standing in front of you despite his better judgment and the fact he knows that your father, deep down, would never approve of him dating you.

The smell of the outdoors and firewood lingers on his sun-kissed skin. You’re hit with it as he leans down slightly to press a soft kiss against your cheek.

“Have you eaten yet?… and I mean a good meal.” Your question makes his heart swell with love and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, I’ve eaten sweetheart.” He promises, pressing his thumb against your chin, he tilts your head upwards to look at him as he steps closer to you with his other hand resting against your hip.

You nod, wrapping your arms around his waist before slipping your hands into his back pockets. A habit you’ve picked up on from him. He smirks down at you.

“Are you coming in?” God, the way his mind spins with that question and how badly he wants to say ‘yes’ and stay with you.

“Can’t stay for long, baby. James and Sirius are expecting me down at the Saloon.” He tells you, soothing his thumb along your jaw as you pout up at him with a look of disappointment in your eyes.

“Oh, come on now.” He chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to your pouty lips. “Don’t give me that face, pretty thing. you know why I can’t stay.”

Remus presses another kiss to your lips as your expression softens. “He’s gonna find out one day.” You’ve got a point, one day Remus will have to bite the bullet and fish out a neat suit to meet your strict father.

“Hmm… not if I steal ya away first.” He teases, enjoying the way you roll your eyes slightly with a huff. He tugs you closer to him by your hips. “Promise, one day I’ll let ya introduce me to him.” He says, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he takes in the scent of your flowery perfume.

You decide to trust him, after all, he’s never once lied to you before. Remus just isn’t the type, he’s a man that values trust and he’d never take yours for granted.

“Why’d you come all the way out here then?” Your question makes him lift his head up from your shoulder, his eyebrow-raising with a playful look.

“Just wanted to see your pretty face.” He states simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world. “I don’t need an excuse to come and see ya do I?”

You shake your head, looking up at him. “No… I’m glad you came, I’ve missed you.” There it goes again, your words make his chest bloom with a warmth that leaves a sickly sweet taste in his mouth.

“Missed you too baby.” He whispers, his fingers fiddling with the dainty golden cross that sits against your collarbones. He knows your father will be back soon, he should get going but at the same time, he can’t seem to pull himself away.

Remus takes your hands in his own, glancing over to his horse before looking back down to you. “You wanna go riding with me tomorrow?” He asks, hope gleaming in his honeyed eyes.

The excitement in your expression is truly a sight he’ll never get bored of. “Of course, I’ll wait for you after breakfast.” You tell him and he hums in agreement, picking his hat up and fixing it on his head.

“Better get some sleep then, I’ll be here early.” He smiles, caressing your warm cheek with his thumb. He tilts his hat up slightly so he can lean down and press a loving kiss to your lips that tapers off into small pecks.

“I will love you, cowpoke.” You whisper against his lips, shying away from him ever so slightly as he trails his lips along your jaw to your cheek, he grins against your soft skin.

“Love you too.” He whispers, fixing his hat once more.

He kisses your forehead before walking over to his horse, unhitching him from the post before saddling up. With a wave he clicks his tongue and his horse is off, carrying him away from the ranch, leaving only a promise of returning tomorrow.

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-Art by @/sophithil on twt

-James Potter x reader

{Strawberry picking with James}

A little blurb, just went with the flow. Enjoy lovelies💕

CW// James gives reader a piggyback at the end.

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The late Spring air feels pleasantly warm against your skin, the afternoon sun peaking through the white fluffy clouds casting orange rays over the grassy strawberry fields. It’s a beautiful day, it has been since you first woke up and when James suggested going strawberry picking you immediately jumped at the opportunity.

James slips his hand in yours, his fingers entwining with your own as you both walk down the grassy path. A gentle breeze brushes past you, causing the bushes around you to rustle slightly, and he’s quick to notice the way your skin prickles with goosebumps.

“Here baby, take this.” He says, taking off his checkered flannel before handing it over to you with a warm smile, his honeyed eyes gleaming under the sunlight. He takes the small basket of red strawberries from your hands as you put it on over your dress.

“Sorry, I should’ve brought a jacket.” You tell him, fixing your hair. He watches you as if he is in some sort of trance, completely and utterly enamoured by you and your beauty.

The feeling of your fingers grazing against the back of his hand, taking the basket from him, snaps him out of it and he shakes his head with a soft smirk. “Don't apologise silly, it’s what I’m here for.” He smirks softly.

James gently twits one of the many berries off of its stem, studying it intently before slipping it into the small basket. He glances over to you as you do the same, reaching over to brush your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear.

“I’m thinking maybe a shortcake?… or a jam?” You whisper softly, plucking another berry with the utmost care.

“Hm… maybe we can do both?” He takes another strawberry but this time he brings it up to his mouth, taking a bite. The juice stains his lips and instead of wiping his mouth like a sensible person, he leans forward, his hand resting against the nape of your neck pulling you into a wet kiss.

The sweet taste of the strawberry invades your tastebuds leaving your lips feeling a little sticky. He pulls back with a sly smirk before pressing another kiss to your cheek and then another and another.

“Ugh… James, it’s so sticky.” You whine, trying and failing to push him away as he wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“I brought wet wipes, just let me love you some more.” He chuckles, pressing another strawberry-tasting kiss to your lips. “Gotta make sure they taste alright before bringing them home, baby” he mumbles in between kisses.

You’re thankful that it's relatively quiet here, hidden behind the strawberry bushes as he kisses you under the warm afternoon sun. “Alright you’ve had your fun… come on.” You giggle against his lips, your fingers brushing through his brown curly hair.

He gives you one last peck before handing you the wet wipes from your bag that he's holding, grinning at the soft pout you’re giving him whilst you clean your face as he does the same.

You shoo his hand away before he can steal another strawberry from your basket, shaking your head at him with a playful glimmer in your eyes. “No more, we need to weigh them first.” You tell him and he lets out a huff of air, being completely overdramatic.

“Well then, come on.” He whines playfully, bending his knees slightly as he offers you a piggyback. You shake your head softly with a shy smile.

“Hm, I’m not sure.” Your voice is just above a whisper as you glance down at the floor. James looks over his shoulder, nodding his head to beckon you closer to him.

“I am, come on, let me give you a lift angel.” You know how persistent he can be and the look he’s giving you, with his big brown doe eyes, certainly doesn’t help.

So, begrudgingly, you walk over to him with a mumbled “Fine”. His hands hold you up by the backs of your thighs as they tighten around his waist, your arms circling around his shoulders.

“Hold on tight.” He warns you with a tone that you certainly do not like.

“James Potter. Do not run with me on your back.” You tell him trying to sound as stern as possible, your face is already pressed into his neck as you prepare for the worst. Instead, he walks, calmly. A sigh of relief passes your lips.

The sounds of nature seem quieter than they once were this morning, the sun now setting over the horizon creating a pinky-orangey colour that blooms throughout the sky.

You'll fall asleep in the car journey home with James’ fingers clasped with your own. Soft music playing through the car radio and a basket of strawberries, that you’ll spend all day tomorrow turning into a delicious shortcake.

AH I REQUESTED THE REG SLOW DANCING FIC AND IT WAS AMAZING!!!!

Sorry it took a while, collage is taking up all my time, but I’m so glad you enjoyed it my lovely!! 💕

Any requests are more then welcome, all I need is patience ☺️🫶

—You can read it here—

hi, may i please have some cregan stark x fem!velaryon!reader (aka black reader) with cregan helping her take care of her really curly hair when she's tired after a long day?? thank you so much in advance <33333

-Cregan Stark x Velaryon!Reader

{Cregan takes care of you after a long day}

Of course my love! Hope you enjoy 💕

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You are half asleep, lying down on the sofa as you bathe in the warmth that bleeds from the fireplace. Exhaustion creeps upon you sitting heavy against your chest and despite your best efforts to fight it off you can’t help but close your eyes leaning further against the soft furs that draped over the couch.

Cregan had left just seconds ago to ask one of the maids to prepare you a bath, telling you to try and stay awake before leaving, something you were currently failing horribly at.

Your eyes flutter open to the sound of the old heavy wooden door as it creaks open. “Keep them eyes open pretty girl” Cregan smiles as he walks over you, joining you on the sofa and without missing a beat you shuffle closer to him.

“M’awake” you mumble, nuzzling closer to him as he wraps a strong arm around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he whispers a gentle ‘good girl’ against you as you continue to try and stay awake.

It had taken several weeks to convince Cregan to allow you to go hunting with him, trying to soothe his worry about you getting hurt so when he finally agreed you had to jump at the opportunity, and you don’t regret a second of it even if your curly hair was now dirty and frizzy and all your muscles were aching.

You smile gently to yourself as you start to recall the ways Cregans hands settled against your waist, pulling you closer to him as he guided you to shoot the arrows despite the fact you knew exactly what to do. He’d find any excuse to touch you.

“Come on Sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up” He whispers in his gravelly voice, pressing his lips against your shoulder as he helps you up from the couch

Exhaustion sits heavy against you and the warmth of the fire certainly doesn’t help. You lean against Cregan, his strong arm wrapped around your waist as he guides you to the bath.

“Here I’ve got you” his fingertips graze against your skin as he begins to undress you, peeling the dirty fabric off of your body before helping you into the wooden tub, the water is pleasantly hot against your skin that it causes a sigh to fall from your lips as you lean in further.

Cregan smiles as he admires you and the way your eyes flutter close, how your soft lips curl up into a gentle smile. The lights of the candles only add to your beauty, how the warm light dusts over your skin making you glow.

“You’re beautiful” he whispers through his rough voice, hand slipping into your own beneath the hot water. You glance over at him, heart blooming with warmth at the sight of his lovesick eyes.

You pull his hand up to your mouth pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “As you often remind me dear husband” You grin against the back of his hand before he pulls away, reaching over to the small wooden bowls that lay beside the tub, full with different ointments for your hair.

“And I don’t think I’ll ever stop” he adds, leaning slightly over the edge of the tub, peppering your shoulders with kisses, lips trailing along your dewy skin. “Can I wash your hair, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice is so tender as he gently holds your chin between his thumb.

His offer makes your chest bloom with a sudden admiration, it melts your heart and you can't help but lean into his touch. “Of course… I’d love that” you admit, and you can’t help but close your eyes at the comforting atmosphere.

Cregan never fails to take your breath away, in fact, he takes pride in the way he can render you wordless with just a simple gesture. “Lean back for me dear” he whispers, as he carefully pours the warm water over your curly hair before gently working the oils into your scalp.

He remembers the night you told him the many steps you take to look after your hair, the prideful look in your eyes made him realise just how important it was to you. He paid extra attention to you and now he knows your routine like the back of his hand.

You lean back into his warm touch as he continues to wash your hair, pressing gentle kisses as he does so. The water soon turns tepid, and Cregan helps you out of the bath quickly wrapping a towel around you securely.

You dry yourself off before changing, sitting down on the bed as Cregan sits behind gently tying your hair wrap around your head, so it doesn’t dry frizzy. “Is it too tight?” He whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, the stubble from his beard tickles your skin, as you lean back against him.

“No it’s perfect, thank you my love” you whisper, smiling as his hands wrap around your waist hands settling against your lap. It doesn’t take too long for you to find sleep, wrapped up in the safety of Cregan's arms.

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-Finnick Odair x reader

{Finnick says those three special words}

He’s so boyfriend! 💕 enjoy my lovelies

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The sun is setting, casting hues of pink and orange that shimmer along the ocean water. It’s a mesmerising sight that you can’t seem to stop looking at, despite the fact that you and Finnick come to this beach almost everyday.

He watches you with a soft smile, his heart hammering inside his chest at the way the afternoon sun kisses your skin making you glow in the most prettiest of ways. His eyes take in the shape of your lips and the curve of your nose. He’d study you for hours upon hours if you’d let him.

“You’re staring” You smile, turning your head to the side to look at him. His face reddens slightly with embarrassment, trying to cover it up with a smirk.

“I’m just enjoying the view” He replies with a playful wink, chuckling at the way you roll your eyes.

The sea ripples at your ankles as you dig your fingers through the sand looking for seashells. You have a small collection consisting of only three shells; one for the time you and Finnick went on your real first date, another for the day he got reaped and one for when he came back from winning his games.

All of them are different shapes, colours and sizes sitting neatly on your bedside table. They were the only things that got you through the days where he was gone, the memories of him live through the groves of the shells and the sound of the sea that’s trapped within them.

“This one… this one is perfect” You tell him holding up the small shell. It’s chipped slightly at the top but besides from that, it’s in great shape. You hold the shell up to his eyes nodding your head softly.

Finnick frowns ever so slightly, eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he watches you press the seashell up to the side of his face. “What are you doing?” He chuckles softly looking over at your hand.

“It matches your eye colour” You whisper as you study the different shades of greens and blues, how some are darker and lighter in areas and how they come together to mimic his eyes.

Finnick thinks you might’ve just broken him, the teasing words die on his tongue and suddenly he’s finding it hard to breathe.

“You’re gonna add it to your collection?” He grins softly as you nod, making a comment about how you’re gonna start a shrine dedicated to him and he doesn’t bother hiding the blush that dusts his cheeks.

He does the same thing, his eyes glancing up to yours and then to the sandy floor in search of a seashell. He picks up one, then another and holds them up to your eyes, his warm hand grazing against your cheek as he does so.

“You’re so beautiful” He whispers, taking notice of how the sunlight hits your eyes. You tilt your chin down to your chest as a breathless giggle falls from your lips and Finnick wastes no time in holding your jaw gently, making you look up at him.

“Why’re you shying away from me honey?” He smirks and you curse him silently because he knows damn well what he’s doing to you, especially when his thumb begins to soothe against your cheek and the space just under your eye.

“I’m not shying away” You breathe glancing down at the seashells that lay in his palm. “Have you found a match yet?” You ask before he can continue with his teasing.

Finnick looks down at the shells with a smile. “Hmm?… oh yeah, this one” He says as he hands you the seashell that matches your eye colour, it twists into a cone and the end is chipped off.

They both sit in the palm of your hand, one that resembles his and one that resembles yours, and there’s something about it that melts him, the thought that no matter what happens you’ll always have a reminder of him.

“I’m gonna add them to my collection” You smile as his eyes meet yours, full of love, an overwhelming feeling that bleeds into his chest and he just can’t seem to get enough of.

The words fall so effortlessly from his lips and he doesn’t hide away from them. “I love you” It’s such a simple declaration but the way he says it takes you back. His tone is soft but passionate, dripping with affection. A soft gasp escapes you as the words linger in the air.

Before Finnick can even begin to question himself you’re already wrapping your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “I love you too Finn” You whisper against his neck, the smell of sea salt lingers in his hair.

It’s all he’s ever wanted and more, stored in those special words and now he’s said it once he’s never going to stop. He rests his forehead against yours, his hand against your cheek as he kisses you softly, noses bumping against each other’s slightly.

“I love you so much” He says once more, against your lips with a smile. You whisper the words back in between sweet kisses that soon taper off, breaking slowly as the pair of you smile uncontrollably. He glances down at the shells in your hand, the same ones that’ll sit on your bedside table for years to come.

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-William Bonney x reader

{Billy comes home to you, always}

Hope you enjoy my lovelies!! 💕

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If you could curse Billy into the ground you would, right in this moment at least. He’s not the type to break promises he makes to you, always keeping true to his words so perhaps that’s why this feels even worse than it would normally.

Billy promised he’d be back before dinner, his hands clasped around your own as he pressed kisses against your knuckles, trying to soothe the worry in your eyes, “I’ll be back for’dinner, promise baby” he said, before riding out of the safety of the Ranch.

That was just after breakfast, the sun had now settled, and the moon had taken its place, engulfing the horizon with a thick darkness. You couldn’t shake the growing pit of dread that settled in your stomach, your mind ran wild with worry, carried away with questions about his safety, whether or not he was even alive.

You squeeze your eyes shut trying to stop the spiral of panic. You couldn’t handle not knowing, you couldn’t handle the silence and the pitter-patter of the rain against the windows certainly wasn’t helping.

The dinner was stone cold by now, not that you could even stomach it, besides that was the least of your worries. You take a seat on the wooden chair, it creaks underneath you as you lean forward resting your elbows on your knees, waiting on baited breath for his return.

Your leg stops bouncing with nerve as the door opens and your trail of thought comes to a complete halt when you lock eyes with his. “M’so sorry” he sighs catching his breath as he closes the creaky door behind him. He’s drenched to the bone. Locks of wet brown hair curl against his cheek as water droplets run down his face.

You stand up, throwing the kitchen towel you had clasped in your hands at his chest, and it falls to the ground silently. “You fool- where the hell have you been?” The tears in your eyes begin to fall, worry starts to ebb away and in its place is a harsh mixture of relief and anger churning inside you.

Billy can’t stand it, the pain that contorts your face and it doesn’t take long for the guilt to catch up to him. “Sweetheart I was-” You don’t let him finish his sentence as you fling your arms around him, tugging him close to you. Overcome with conflicting emotions, you were so glad he wasn’t on death's door that it was hard to care about anything else.

His clothes are soaked by the rain, seeping onto your own as he holds you against him tightly. “I’m sorry” he whispers into your hair. There’s sincerity in his tone and shows in the way his hands begin to soothe against your back gently.

He repeats the words once more before pressing a kiss to your forehead and then another to your cheek. You pull back slightly, eyes studying him for any injuries as his rough hand's cup either side of your face, his thumb gently wipes away your tears.

“M’fine- I’m alright angel” he says and it’s only when your fingers curl around his wrists, bringing his hands away from your face do you notice the cuts and scrapes along his knuckles causing you to gasp, tugging him further into the kitchen as you scramble to get the first aid kit.

Billy knows better than to stop you, so instead he shuts up and lets you clean the dried blood and tend to the small cuts. There’s a silence that wedges between the pair of you, thick with tension as you hold his hands in your trembling ones.

“I thought you died… you silly man” you mumble, wincing when your voice trembles slightly. Billy leans forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder, closing his eyes as your arms circle around his shoulders.

“I’ll always come back to you… always” he promises with a soft whisper, peppering gentle kisses against your shoulder. He pulls back and you can’t help but completely melt at his loving eyes. “Nothin' can keep me away” he flashes you a sheepish smile, and the pair of you let out a breathy laugh.

“M’being serious… I’ll always find my way back to you” he trails his fingertips along your jaw, words whispered for only you to hear and the sudden seriousness in his tone reminds you just how much you mean to him. He’s already lost too much, he refuses to lose you too.

Billy’s hand settles against your cheek, his fingers curling around the base of your neck as he softly pushes you closer to him. “I love you” he whispers against your lips, noses bumping against each other as he kisses you with such a loving desperation.

“I love you too Billy… so much” warmth blooms within your chest at the way his eyes light up at the words, how he can’t control the bashful smirk that adorns his lips.

You help him wash up with lukewarm water and a cloth, sharing soft kisses and loving touches. He makes up for the lost time by helping you prepare dinner and sitting by the fire as you both eat, never once leaving your side just as it should be.

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AN/ I'm trying to figure out how to write for him but requests are open!