I Have Twenty Cousins And I Think We Wouldve Been An Entire GANG If Not All Of Them (minus That One)

I have twenty cousins and I think we would’ve been an entire GANG if not all of them (minus that one) are more than a decade older than me 😭

thirteen from my mother’s side and seven from my father’s <3

i ask because growing up i always thought i had a normal amount of cousins but now everyone always tells me i have a lot so i wanna see whats average

also i included that last option because its probably what fits best for me personally but for reference i think the amount of cousins i have is somewhere in the early 20s

33 with remus in the otp dialogue prompt pleaaaaaaaase ><

33. “I don’t want them. I want you.”

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Remus Lupin was usually quite a dignified drunk. 

It was rare for him to get to a state where he embarrassed himself, even when he pushed his limits to blackout conditions. He, by some grace that James and Sirius envies, always managed to keep himself together quite well. 

Until tonight, it seemed.

“Let’s go.”

“Darling, we can’t go.” 

“They won’t notice.”

“Remus, it’s our wedding. I think they will notice.”

The day had been perfect down to every single small detail and you were blessed enough to share it with your closest friends and family. It was a small event, nothing glamorous or grand because that didn’t match either of your styles. It was a simple ceremony with a reception just for you to let loose and enjoy the love you shared with the people you cared about most. 

It had hit just past eleven when Remus had stumbled over to you, yelling ‘my wife’ comically loud before attaching himself to you and he had yet to let go. 

He had wrapped his arms around you, his sleeves rolled to his elbows and his blazer lost after his third drink. His head was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, sloppy kisses placed against your skin and drunken serenades made as he sang along with whatever music that was playing through the speakers. The summer night air was thick and sweet and made your cheeks glow, and fuck, Remus had never been more in love. 

“You look so pretty, m’love,” he grumbled against your skin, his fingers fiddling with the small details of your dress. It was simple and white and it was truly nothing special, but you looked like a goddess in it to him.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr Lupin,” you teased lightly, your hand coming up to tangle themselves in his messy, sandy-brown hair. Whatever product Sirius had put in it at the start of the day was long gone and completely helpless now. 

“Good because I plan on fucking you, Mrs Lupin,” Remus retorted bluntly.

You snorted. “Is that so?”

“Don’t laugh, I am being deadly serious,” he whined softly and his hands squeezed your waist a little tighter. “I wanna fuck my wife.”

“We have guests to entertain, love,” you said to him, though you were unable to bite back the smile on your face every time he used the word wife. “They need us down here.”

“I don’t care what they need,” he muttered.

You tried to hold back your giggles as his nose brushed against a slightly sensitive spot. “Don’t you wanna dance and celebrate with your friends?”

“I don’t want them. I want you,” Remus said to you before he lifted his head, twirling you around so you could take in his flushed cheeks and hooded eyes. “I wanna fuck you in this dress.”

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” he nodded his head, his hands bunching the material of your dress in tight fists. “Been thinking about it since I saw you walk down the aisle in it.”

“That’s a long time,” you teased.

“Then you know how desperate I am,” Remus countered.

“Half an hour more then we’ll sneak off, okay?” you compromised, holding out your pinky to him. 

Remus pouted but relented as he linked his pinky with yours. “Thirty minutes and not a second more.”

“Always a man of virtue, Mr Lupin.”

“Virtue is the last thing on my mind when it comes to you, Mrs Lupin.”

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thinking of a fic in which wolfstar pines for reader and the fact that she won’t be able to choose between the both of them

HAHAHAHA JAMES THAT LAST PART WAS FOUL 😭

so like!!!! firefighter!james taking a packed lunch to work (made lovingly by you) and everyone teases him for it but is also secretly jealous. and he’s sooo smug about it. like yeah my girl whipped me up this scrumptious sandwich what did urs do??? 🙄🙄🙄

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this is giving me 'miss you pookie bear <33' vibes 😭

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"Have a great day at work," Sirius taunts, holding James's kiss-marked sticky note out of the man's reach, "Your sandwich is tuna, and I used that special seasoning you were excited about."

Sirius pauses, turning to sneer at James with narrowed eyes, "You were excited about seasoning?"

"It's fantastic," James shrugs through a mouthful of the stuff, "Probably helps m'wife made it, though."

"You're not married," Remus groans, "Stop calling her your wife."

"We're not married yet," James swallows his bite, cracking open the soda you'd packed him, "Doesn't mean we won't be."

"The chocolates were from your Easter basket," Sirius reads, and this time it's Remus that snorts, nearly choking on his food.

"Your wife gives you an Easter basket?"

"You can tease me all you want," James grins through a mouthful of tuna and bread, snatching the chocolate egg from his lunchbox, "But I don't see your girlfriend making you lunch. Matter of fact, I don't see your girlfriend at all."

get me a remus :(

Sunshine!reader, who gets told that she talks too much and remus tells the person to stfu and tell her to continue her small fact.

this is so real and so very remus!!!

you and remus are at a party that's been pretty shitty so far. sirius had decided to throw a spring party, but he grossly overestimated the probability of the english weather actually being good.

now, everyone was in his living room snacking on cucumber sandwiches, bowls of strawberries and cream and the biscuits he'd set out, while the rain beats down on his roof.

you on the other hand, were snuggled up to remus, legs over his thighs as his fingers fiddle with your frill trimmed socks.

"rem," you start softly, head resting on his chest as you remember something you'd wanted to tell him weeks ago.

he turns to you, a chocolate digestive in hand. "you wan'a bite?" you take a nibble and then say,

"wanna tell you about something."

he nods, sandy hair falling in his eyes before he pushes them back.

"did you know that in 2006 NASA got their first clear picture of pluto?" you'd been sitting on the fact for far too long.

"really?" remus watches your eyes brighten at his surprise.

"mhm," you hum, twisting to face him a little better before continuing, "that's when they noticed it had a heart on it too! a scientist, tombagh regio discovered it and that's the heart's name now."

before you can carry on, someone cuts you off with a sharp, "shut up."

remus watches you deflate into him and bends just far enough for his palm to make contact with the back of the man's head. "mind your business, she wasn't talking to you, was she?"

he turns back to you and offers you the last of his digestive, "carry on dove, what else do you know about pluto's heart?"

"well," you start shyly, but remus' genuine intrigue fights the bashfulness away fast and you spend the rest of the evening educating him and james who's now leant over about everything you know about pluto.

would you ever consider writing poly!marauders? or even more of the luna reader with platonic (or romantic) marauders?

if u have more poly!m requests please send them (to clarify this is romantic) fem!reader tw cut

"You should be more careful," Remus says, "really, dove." 

You lean back against the kitchen counter and try not to wince as he finishes with the dressing on your arm. 

"I am careful," you say. 

He laughs softly. It's a rare sound, kind that has you smiling immediately. You wrap your arms around his neck, careful not to press down on your injury, and kiss his neck quickly. 

"Thanks for fixing me, handsome," you say. 

Remus pats your back. "That's never something you have to thank me for… You might like me less when the boys come home." 

You pull away. "You texted them?" you ask, already resigned to your fate. 

He looks gorgeous even when you're mad at him, pale skinned but dark in his way, dark eyes and dark brows and his amazingly handsome nose that makes you wanna lean over and kiss him. 

"Afraid so." Remus squeezes a path up your arm to your shoulder. "You know the lashing they'd give me if I didn't." 

"Well," you murmur, "I suppose you did patch me up." 

He kissed your forehead as the sound of the front door opening echoes down the hall. "That's the spirit." 

"Angel?" 

You relax. It's James, which means you aren't in for a loving telling off, just a loving. You stay by Remus' side until James is in view, a shock of green rugby uniform stark against brown skin. He sheds his bag and you practically throw yourself into his open arms, 'cause usually that's exactly what he wants. 

"Wait wait wait!" he says, holding out his hand, his wrist brace scratchy against your arm. "Don't hurt yourself worse! What happened?" 

You fight him, trying to hug him and laughing when he holds you back like you're nothing. He's strong. "James, come on. I cut it on the garden fence." 

He makes a sound like he feels super sorry for you and finally lets you hug him, your face in his solid chest, your hands at the small of his back. You settle in for as long as you want, James and you both suckers for a good hug, and sigh as his cheek kisses the top of your head. 

"You okay, Moons? You look tired." James voice rumbles through your hear, low and warm. 

"Fine. She just shocked me, running in the house with blood dripping down to her elbow." 

"Give us a hug." 

"I'll make tea." 

James turns his lips to your forehead, "How come he'll hug me when we're alone, and he'll hug you all day long when you're together, but he's totally allergic to affection when we're together?" 

"He's shy," you mumble, "ask him again in an hour and he'll say yes." 

The door opens a second time and you'd hide your face pretty much in James' armpit, laughing through the horror. "Hide me." 

"No, I don't think so." 

James works your face away from his chest, hands held over the soft slopes of your shoulders. He looks you in the eye, all melty brown and sweetness. "Sure you're okay?" he asks. 

You hum. He kisses your cheek. 

"Okay, I'm gonna go harass Remus for a hug then, before he boils the kettle and threatens me with a scalding. Love you." 

"I don't love you, you're leaving me for the wolves." 

"I'm hardly a wolf," comes Sirius' amused drawl. 

James raises his eyebrows at you in a silent gesture for Good luck, angel, and disappears around the corner to the kitchen. 

You sigh and spin on your heel, finding your arch nemesis (concerned boyfriend) propped against the wall. He's in casual work attire, which for Sirius is a smart pair of trousers and a dark button down with the sleeves rolled up. His tan seems to have waned in the winter, leaving him pale. Though he often claims in a joking manner that it's a consequence of loving you, he's always so worried it steals the colour from his skin. 

I like to worry, he'd assured you once. 

"You might not believe me, but you look very handsome today," you say. 

He raises a dark brow. "You say that every day." 

"Emphasis on 'very,'" you say. 

He pulls his weight off of the wall and holds out his hand as he approaches. You let him take your arm, let him assess the small dressing bandage Remus has applied over your cut. 

"It was deep," you admit, "but not very long." 

"Mm, Remus said," Sirius says, near murmuring as his thumb works into your wrist. He rubs over unbroken skin gently. "Does it hurt?" 

You shake your head vehemently. 

"Swear?" 

"Why would I lie?" you ask. You smile at him. "You really do look handsome. And you didn't need to come home from work." 

"It's my lunch break." 

"Oh, good! Let me make you something, while everybody's home." 

"Or I can make you something," he suggests. 

You enter into a stare off. He faces you with little expression, a blank slate. A pretty blank slate. His lashes don't so much as flicker, while you struggle to keep a straight face under so much seriousness. Your lips twitch with a laugh and something about it must break him, because he takes your face into his two hands and presses your noses together. 

"You make it very hard to be sensible about things," he says, and gives you a chaste kiss. 

His lips are a warmth you savour, and he steals them back much too swiftly for your liking. 

"Remus is the sensible one," you deny. "You're the overprotective one. And James is… James." You sigh, lovelorn. "And I'm the stupid one who cuts herself on chicken wire. You really didn't have to come home." 

"I wanted to." 

He leads you by the hand into the kitchen, where James and Remus stand in front of an unboiled kettle, Remus face smushed into James broad shoulder, a muscled arm locking him into place. He looks quite happy. 

"Sorry, I'm still making tea," he says into James' sleeve.

"No, I'm gonna make dinner," you say, yanking Sirius to the lovefest. 

You worm under James' other arm and Sirius strokes at the hair curling over Remus' forehead, mumbling, "Oh, god, she's killed you." 

"Worse ways to go," Remus says.