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-Remus Lupin x reader

{A lazy Sunday morning is rudely disturbed by James and Sirius, much to Remus’ dismay}

Short and sweet! Hope you enjoy as always lovelies!💕

!18! {Its a little suggestive}

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Remus loves mornings with you, how your gentle fingers run up and down the expanse of his back, he sighs against your collarbones as your fingers graze against his scars that are littered over his skin, you enjoy the roughnesses of them.

You spent the night over at his apartment, enjoying the silence since both James and Sirius were gone.

He nuzzles his nose against your neck as he presses kisses along your shoulders, “Mm, you’re so cuddly in the mornings” you giggle, running a hand through his pillow-tussled hair.

You can feel him smile into your skin as he throws a leg over your own, “You’re so warm” he says, voice still a little raspy from sleep. His hand slips underneath the oversized shirt you’re wearing, and you hum softly at the feeling. He props himself on his elbow, gazing down at you with soft eyes, “And so very pretty dove” he smiles, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, then another to the corner of your mouth.

The butterflies in your stomach are all too prominent at his loving words, and goosebumps prick at your skin as his hand traverses up your body. He notices, of course, he does he always notices the way your body reacts to him.

That’s why he decides to push his luck, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your neck, his soft lips lingering at the sensitive parts of your skin making you sigh with pleasure and it only fuels him to go further.

“I love you” he whispers, lips grazing against your jaw as he moves to lay in between your legs. He continues to pepper kisses along your skin as your fingers thread through his hair, and he smirks when your hips writhe under his own.

You gasp when he grinds down against you mimicking your own actions, “I love yo-” and before you could even get the four words out there’s a loud knock at his door. Remus lets his head drop against your shoulder as he groans.

“Come on Moony! You promised us breakfast” Sirius yells from the other side of the door, followed by James saying something about how he was ‘starving’

Remus lifts his head from your shoulder, “Talk me out of murder” he says, dropping a kiss to your shoulder as you try to stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“We couldn’t do this” you smile, tucking his hair behind his ear before leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and he hums in agreement. And despite the relentless knocking at his bedroom door he still kisses you, thumb resting against your chin as his tongue pushes against yours.

He pulls back, his forehead against yours and for a moment the sound of the knocking is drowned, it doesn’t last long enough though as both James and Sirius start hammering at the door with their fists.

You giggle as he stands up from the bed, the door swings open, “Oh come on! You’re not even dressed!?” James complains throwing his hands up in the air.

“Yeah put a shirt on you flirt” Sirius smirks, his head popping out from behind the door as he sends you a small wave greeting you a good morning, you wave back to him with a laugh.

Remus threads a hand through his hair, “Give me twenty and we’ll be ready” he huffs, watching as the pair nod their heads, and just like that the door closes again and he climbs back into bed with you.

He notices the confusion that paints your face as nuzzles back down into your arms, “Just five more minutes dove” he smiles and you don’t fight him on it as your arms wrap around his shoulders, because how could you deny that?

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- Hiya my loves!

Just wanted to let you all know my request are open!!

I currently write for these fandoms.

-Resident evil

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-Remus Lupin x reader

{You and Remus go camping and make some s’mores}

It’s all fluff!! very soft!Remus because I love him, enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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It’s much chillier now the sun has set, its orangey warm light casting over the horizon. It is beautiful, and you can’t help but admire how the soft pinky colour bleeds through the clouds. It takes your breath away.

So much so that you don’t hear Remus asking you where the matches are as he pokes the dying campfire with a stick, “-Angel? The matchsticks?” He nudges your knee with his elbow, smiling at the amazement that gleams within your eyes, he wishes he had his Polaroid camera near him.

“Huh? Oh, sorry here- I was worlds away” You feel the embarrassment creep up into your chest as you hand him the box of matchsticks.

“S’alright love” you watch as he relights the fire before joining you back on the blanket you had set on the grass, he shuffles closer to you with a slight shiver, his cold hands slipping under your jumper.

You gasp, sitting upright as you grab ahold of his wrists prying his freezing hands away from your warm skin, “Remus! You just lit the fire quit using me” You try to sound as serious as possible, but it’s hard when he starts laughing. His eyes are so full of love that it makes you feel all types of giddy.

He stops trying to cypher your body heat as you clasp your hands around his, “Let me warm them up” you whisper before peppering gentle kisses along his knuckles, noticing the ever-so-tiny scar that runs along his finger. He had accidentally sliced it one drunken night when he was craving box-brownies, and he couldn’t open the box, you remember wrapping his finger in a bandage.

His chest flutters and his stomach twists with sickly love as he watches you kiss his hands before holding them between your own, caressing them. “God, you’re so lovely” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you as he tugs you closer, pressing his face into your neck.

Remus breathes you in, pressing delicate kisses along your neck, his warm lips trailing up to your jaw. “So- so lovely” he whispers against you, smiling when your breath hitches ever so softly as his lips continue to travel along your skin.

“You’re silly” you whisper, raking your fingers through his hair. He shakes his head, bringing your hand to press a kiss against your palm as he mumbles “M’not I’m being serious” against you.

He shuffles to sit behind you, his legs on either side of you as you rummage through your backpack, “Do you want dessert?” You ask as he rests his chin on your shoulder, humming in approval when you pull out the marshmallows and chocolate biscuits.

Remus watches as you skewer the marshmallows before holding them over the fire, turning them every so often. The sky was now littered with stars, and with it came a slight chill in the air. If it weren’t for Remus sitting behind you with his arms wrapped around your middle, it would be a lot more colder.

“You’re so pretty” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder then another to your jaw, his hands slipping under your jumper once again to settle against your tummy.

You smile, softly shaking your head, “Stop distracting the cook” you tease as you sandwich one of the toasted marshmallows between two chocolate-covered biscuits, handing it to Remus, whose chin is still resting against your shoulder. You can’t help but chuckle as he takes the whole thing into his mouth.

“Oh my god, Remus” you giggle, as he licks his lips, nodding his head in approval, his eyes wide with delight.

He watches as you eat the sweet treat, smiling to himself softly as he notices the chocolate that collects in the corner of your mouth.

“Oh baby, you’ve got a little something” he whispers gently cupping your jaw, the tips of his fingers are surprisingly cool against your warm cheek. He turns your face to look at him.

Remus takes a moment to admire you. His eyes are so gentle as they study your face, and you can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. The feeling soon dissipates as he presses his lips against yours. The taste of coffee and the sweetness of the chocolate only makes you want to deepen the kiss.

The position isn’t the most comfortable. It makes you pull away from him, shuffling to sit in front of him instead. “C’mere” he whispers, pulling you into him, kissing you once more, his hands on either side of your face.

He kisses you with so much love that it makes go dizzy. It’s in the way he holds your face and the way he sighs against your lips before kissing, again and again, until you are left breathless, resting your forehead against his.

It’s so quiet, the only thing you can hear is the distant sounds of nature and Remus’ soft breaths, and you swear if you focus enough you can hear his heartbeat.

He leans back against the tree making room for you to sit between his legs, and you do so without hesitation. Resting your head against his chest as he talks endlessly about stars and their constellations, you find yourself wishing you could spend eternity in this very moment.

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Hiya my lovelies!! 💕

Just wanted to say that my requests are open!

You can check out my Masterlist here!

I’m currently writing for…

- The marauders

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-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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hellooooo🥰 first time requester here!!! (let me know if i am not doing anything right for future reference!! :) ) i loved your cowboy! remus lupin x preachers daughter! reader. was curious if you could do a continuation??? maybe seeing her at the saloon or in a public place??? just a thought! thank u so much:))

-Cowboy!Remus Lupin x reader

{Seeing the preacher’s daughter in the saloon was the last thing Remus expected, although he won’t be complaining.}

This is perfect, thank you so much for requesting. Enjoy lovelies💕

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The oil lamps cast a low moody light through the saloon, the glasses clinking and the patrons sharing a laugh or two whilst they play poker. It’s relatively quiet for a Friday, with most ranch owners taking advantage of the extra light the summer brings.

Remus is sitting at one of the tables with his hat pulled down low. One of the men opposite hands out some cards as Remus pushes a couple of coins and a handgun onto the table, his offer makes the rest of the men at the table share a couple of smirks.

Then the Saloon doors swing open, at first he doesn’t think anything of it just figuring that the general store owner from across the street had closed early. Then he hears Lily Evans’ voice followed by your giggle and he damn near falls off his chair in shock.

The rest of the men in the Saloon also share confused looks, they all know your father. The proud man who gives daily sermons, dedicating himself to spreading the word of God. What's his daughter doing stumbling in here?

Remus tips his hat up, looking under the edge of it and over in your direction. He smirks proudly, not quite believing that you dared to venture out because he knows for a fact your father was more of the overprotective type, and with that comes his strictness.

He keeps a watchful eye on you, shooting death glares at anyone who gets a little too close to comfort as you take your seat at the bar. Of course, you’re in a world of your own, completely oblivious to the cowboy who sits at the back table.

Remus can hardly pay attention to the game of poker that he’s stuck in. He’s far too distracted by the way you’re perched up on that stool and how the dress you’re wearing hugs at your body. You’re absolutely angelic, the warm light that dusts against your skin, and that sweet giggle of yours only proves this to him.

He wins by pure luck with a royal flush. Claiming the winnings that were piled up on the table with a cocky tone as he gives them a, “Thank you, gentlemen,” before walking over to where you’re sitting at the bar.

A hand against your lower back makes you jump, taking you out of your conversation with Lily as you let out a gasp. “Easy there Darlin’ s’just me.” Remus drawls, leaning against the wooden bar, his elbow propping up against the surface.

You look over to him with bright eyes, sparkling with excitement as you watch him order a whiskey. “What’re you doing here?” You ask him with a certain air of giddiness in your tone.

Remus knocks back his dark liquid with a low groan, placing his hat down on the bar before looking down at you, his eyebrows raised slightly in amusement.

“Could ask you the same gorgeous.” He smirks, the back of his fingers brushing against your warm cheek as he admires your pretty face.

You idly trail your fingertips along the rim of your whiskey glass with a shy smile, glancing down at your hands as he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Just stopping in for a drink with Lily-” You cut yourself off as you glance behind you, noticing that she had disappeared off to speak to Mary.

Remus hums softly, caressing your jaw with his thumb as he tilts your head back over to look up at him once again. “Does your Pa know?” He asks with a sly smirk when you shake your head ‘no’

With that he tuts teasingly, the roughness of his palm against your soft cheek sends a shiver down your spine and you can’t help but shy away from him ever so slightly.

“Darlin’ you tryin’ to give your old man a heart attack?” He chuckles lowly, his hand falling to rest against your hip.

He watches as you pout, the way your eyebrows furrow together. A huff escapes your lips and he bites his tongue, keeping his teasing words to himself with a smirk that teeters against his lips.

“I don’t need his permission to go out for a drink.” You tell him, taking a sip of your whiskey with a slight grimace on your face. That gets him, watching the disgust twist through your expression, he can’t stop himself from chuckling into his palm.

Remus leans down slightly, pressing a kiss against your forehead. He lets his lips linger for just a moment before pulling back as the bartender pushes another glass over to him.

“Nah you don’t, just gotta be careful baby.” He says, his expression softening slightly. He puts his hat down upon your head, tilting your chin upwards to look at him.

He quickly knocks back his second glass, his eyes meeting yours as his thumb rests against your chin. “My girl…” he whispers under his breath, his hand falling to gently fiddle with your cross necklace.

“I’m careful, always am.” You tell him, fixing his hat to sit comfortably on your head as he pays for yours and his drinks before you can even start to complain.

He nods in acknowledgement, but he also knows that won’t stop your father from marching his way into town to get you, he’d save you from that embarrassment.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get ya home.” He says, relief washing over him you give him a soft nod. Thankful that you’re not going to fight him on it, you understand how difficult your father can be at times.

The sun had completely gone down, making space for the moon and stars. Remus guides you out of the smokey Saloon with a hand against the small of your back, helping you up to saddle his horse.

He takes you home as promised, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as you place his hat back onto his head. He doesn’t leave until he knows you’re in the safety of your home, an odd sense of longing swarming his stomach as he rides off.

One day he’d save up enough money to buy some land and get a house… first he has to get enough courage to ask for your father’s blessing.

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-Art by @/sophithil on twt

sweet cherry | remus lupin !

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

word count: 1.3k

synopsis: remus finds your tie in the library and takes good care of it.

content warning: slight stalker!remus, pillow humping, male masturbation

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¡ part two: cherries & cream !

Remus couldn’t remember when he had begun to look at you.

Perhaps it had been back in your first year attending Hogwarts University when you shyly sat down next to him in your potions lesson. Your skirt was too short and you shifted uncomfortably, tucking one of your legs under the other at the knees, closing them tightly. Remus couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on your soft skin, trailing down to your cute, frilly white socks with little embroidered cherries and back up to the rising hem of your skirt. He liked how you made an effort to conceal yourself all while showing far too much. You seemed innocent, your discomfort under his gaze made that evident. You brought your hands down to tug at your skirt, your eyes finding Remus’ as you have him a shy smile. He didn’t return it, he stared blankly at you for a long moment before turning his attention away from you and towards Professor Slughorn.

Regardless of when it started, Remus had since become accustomed to following you around with his eyes.

He had followed you into the library, eyes flickering above the pages of his recent read to your lively smile and precious giggle. You needed to size up your uniform, he wondered if you knew that. Your skirt was still far too short and your button up hugged your breasts tightly. It was common amongst muggleborn alumni to sport ill-fitting uniforms. Mary Macdonald was an example of that. And sure, you often had your cloak to cover you and keep you modest, but there were times - too many times for Remus’ liking - where you would be too distracted to keep up with it. You’d set it aside and prance around leaving little for the imagination.

Remus couldn’t fully say that he was bothered by it. While he wasn’t keen on the stares he’d catch being directed at you, he did enjoy the view of your knee high socks hugging your plush thighs, sinking into the skin and creating a slight indent. He knew they’d leave some sort of mark, a memory of the way they’d cling to you and kept you concealed. He often fantasized of ripping them off you and leaving kisses on the marks they’d left.

Your skirt did little to hide your panties as you bent over, giving Remus a glance at your pretty little cunt covered in your delicate panties. Your puffy pussy looked so beautiful pushing against the fabric, aching to be released. He could only imagine how beautiful your puffy cunt would look sinking down on his cock, squeezing him tightly.

You were a virgin, he knew. Rumors had run rampant in your second year. You had refused to sleep with Amos Diggory, claiming you had yet to be deflowered. He had run around the day following your date, boasting about how he had popped your sweet cherry. His blood boiled as Sirius recounted the story over supper, he resisted the urge to aim his dinner knife straight towards his head and steal you away to his own bed.

That was until he had found you crying in the corner of the library where you stood now, your best friend at your side as you sobbed that it wasn’t true. You were too scared to even have his fingers invade your little hole. Remus felt a wave of satisfaction knowing you were still his innocent little virgin.

Presently, your hands rested on the table, holding up your weight as you lifted yourself off the ground using your arms and your core. Your legs were crossed as they lifted off the floor, your pink panties poking from under your skirt as you spoke to your friend. His eyes were glued to your soft skin, sun rays entering the library and illuminating your figure.

Remus quickly looked down at his book, as you scanned the room. Your feet returned to the ground and your friend gathered her stuff to leave. He shuffled his feet under the table as he felt your gaze land on him. He appeared to look concentrated as he tried to memorize the feeling of the burn of your stare on him. Your friend called out to you and your eyes snapped away from him. A chill ran up Remus’ spine.

You left the library and Remus kept his eyes down for a few extra minutes. As soon as he knew the coast was clear, he looked up and gave your now empty table a quick glance. His eyes landed on a blue fabric laying over one of the chairs. He squinted to get a better look. It was your tie.

He looked around the room, ensuring no one was looking as he stood and took long strides towards the table. Tucking the tie into his bag, as inconspicuously as could. His felt an electric wave run up from his hand as he touched the soft fabric. The tie had touched your skin, it had been held in in your delicate hands, wrapped around hour pretty neck… Oh.

Remus yearned to feel it under his fingers and around his whole body. Wishing to be completely engulfed by the scent and feel of the tie, a likeness of your body.

He headed straight for his dorm, sneaking past Peter and James who sat in the common room playing wizarding chess together. He bursted through the door and kicked off his shoes. He inspected the bathroom for signs of Sirius. None.

He grasped the tie as he dove into his bed and shut the curtains, mutter a quick spell to sound proof his bed. He ripped his shirt open, not bothering with half the buttons. He unbuttoned his pants one hand as he wrapped the tie around the other tightly. He pulled his pants down, his cock springing free. He hadn’t realized he’d gotten so hard. With his focus now on his cock, he felt the painful ache of desire. His thumb rubbed against the fabric around his hand, he shivered.

He took his free hand and wrapped it around his base. He let out a moan, taking his hand up and down. His head fell back as he raised the hand with your tie and held it to his nose. It smelled of sweet cherries.

He remembered the same saccharine scent lingering around you like a cloud of hypnotizing sweetness. In your second year, you had forgotten your textbook. You bashfully asked Remus if he would mind sharing his own. He nodded as he looked at you, the sun acting like a halo over your head. How could he say no to you? You smiled brightly, thanking him with your sugary voice. You moved your seat closer to him, stopping when you were elbow to elbow. Your sweet scent filling up his senses at your proximity. Similar to how it was now as he inhaled the fragrant smell.

His hand tightened around his cock as he groaned. He pumped quickly, yearning for a release. He tightened his grip even further, almost painfully so as he reached the tip. His mind wandered to your lips wrapped around your cherry flavored candy. Hard candy, gummy candy, lollipops. You sucked so gleefully on them, the red staining your lips. He groaned, he needed more.

He moved towards the head of his bed, situating himself above his pillow. His cock hit the pillow and he let out a shaky breath. He took the tie and draped it over his shoulders, the fabric caressing his scarred skin. He began to thrust into the pillow, flashes of your perky ass and tits, your hair, your bright eyes, your supple skin, your delicious aroma.

He let out a growl after a particularly rough thrust, his mouth reaching down to bit your tie. He held it in his mouth as he mercilessly thrusted into the pillow, thought of you filling in entirely. He could only imagine your honeyed moans and cries as you writhed beneath him in pleasure. You’d beg for him to slow down, but he wouldn’t. Too caught up in the feeling of your puffy pussy.

He came as he bit down harshly on the fabric. His eyes shutting tight and a final flash of your sweet self in his mind.

Okay, if you love Percy Jackson, Harry Potter and Hunger Games then you should read Keeper of the Lost Cities by Sharon Messenger and Nevermoor by Jessica Townsend. They are wonderful series that I really love and I want to grow the fandoms.

Remus Lupin x male reader who is his lovey dovey husband who grew up in a wealthy wizarding family who always spoils Remus everyday?

Wealth

Warning: none

I love this Idea so much thanks for the request and I did this like a Drabble so sorry if it’s short and I hope you enjoy it ;]

Female aligned dni, minors not allowed this is an 18+ blog

Wealth was always something that came easy to you as you were from a infamous wizard family that was well known for their riches but you never let that get to your head like others did, instead you were more fascinated with spoiling your husband after all what’s the point of money if you can’t spend it on the ones you love? “You didn’t have to do this for me sweetheart” Remus spoke as he held a very expensive coat “nonsense you deserve something nice plus it didn’t cost that much anyway” you spoke in a nonchalant voice “it didn’t cost a lot!? It costed a thousand dollar’s y/n” Remus spoke still in pure shock at the amount of money you spent on him “and? That’s not even a lot of money” you speak confidently “and plus your my husband and you deserve nice things”

I LOVE YOUR FANFICS, THEY BRING ME SO MUCH HAPPY STIMSS.

Omg I’m so happy that this brings you stims and I’m really happy you enjoy my writing it means the world to me also I hope you you enjoy my future fics l :D

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Oneshots

Hogwarts

Poor Bunny  [5.4k] Animagus reader Y/n doesn’t understand why her friends are lying to her every month, so on one full moon she follows them…

Always Yours [4.6k] first ever fic  Y/n Potter has been in love with Lupin for years, but what happens when another girl with scars shows up at the beginning of their final year

No one messes with my guy [4.2k] slytherin reader  Remus’ girl is the least slytherin like slytherin the world had ever seen, but when she finds out he’s getting bullied, she proves why she wears a green tie

Movie Night [1.7k]  Remus surprises his girl with a movie night

Be a good bunny and let me kiss you [1.5k]  As the party dies down and everyone’s falling asleep, Remus can’t help but pepper his girl in kisses…and hickeys

Sore Loser [0.9k] Y/n always gets so mad when they lose and Remus finds it adorable

I can’t go to Azkaban [0.5k] The boys ask y/n to help setting up a small prank on Flitch but now they’re about to get caught and she’s panicking

Post-Hogwarts

Good morning bun [2.7k] animgus reader + wife reader Remus wakes up next to his wife with nowhere to be, leading to a decision thats been a long time coming

Warning label [1.8k] Remus was always the shy marauder but after countless years you know the truth…he’s more chaotic than the rest combined

My little sunflower [0.8k] Remus sends his girlfriend flowers

Surprise [0.6k] Y/n takes Remus on a surprise date

Platonic

It’s okay to like both [1.8k] Remus and Sirius’ daughter is having a hard time figuring out her feelings, after getting overwhelmed at a family event, she finally tells them

A bad one [1.2k] Y/n is used to her nosebleeds as are her family but this time it’s different

Dad I can explain… [0.9k] Remus finds who his daughter is dating but it’s not the person he first assumed

Dad, dad?  [1.5k] Y/n and Hermione tells Remus and Sirius they are dating

To victory![1k] Y/n’s parents babysit the kids while she and Fred go on a date…safe to say chaos ensues

Various AUs

Lost Time [13.2k] Soulmate AU Remus feared the day he found out his soulmate, but no matter how hard he tries to stay away the string of fate continues to pull him back towards her

What have I done (Readers pov) [1.4k] Dark fic - Horror AU Y/n goes to her friend for comfort, scared that she will be Hogwarts latest victim…little does she know the killer is a lot closer than she thinks

What have I done (Remus pov) [2.7k] Dark fic - Horror AU Remus has been hunting down a group of friends for revenge and his own amusement until he was down to his final victim, y/n. Who, much to his fortune, comes straight to him…

Series

Bookshop Girl [40k so far] Remus meets a mysterious girl in a bookshop over summer, little does he know she’s a shy Hufflepuff in his year thats fancied him for a while

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One day at a time [8.2k so far] series art Y/n travels across the country to find her best and only friend left standing, yet finds more than a friend once she gets there

Prologue Chapter One: November 3rd 1981 Chapter Two: November 4th 1981 Chapter Three: November 26th 1981 Chapter four: November 27th 1981 (coming Friday/Saturday ♡) Chapter five: December 31st 1981

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✩°｡⋆mischiefmoons' 1k celebration⋆｡°✩

i just hit 1.5k but let’s not talk about how overdue this list is lmfao—just wanted to say an absolute thank you from the bottom of my heart to this online community of friends that i’ve found in the past 6 months. you guys make me brave to post my deepest thoughts and craziest creations and the little corner i take up is overfilling with love for all the unhinged comments and chats that genuinely have made my life better during this little postgrad gap year. to many more!

i wanted to gather a list of creations by some of the most talented people i share this lovely space with, some friends, others people i idolize—please support them as well and show them the love you all have shown me!

luke castellan

poisoned mercury (series)- @wlntrsldler (camprock!au luke castellan x fem!reader)

three weeks - @too-deviant (luke castellan x apollo!reader)

spill ur guts / we’ll write sins not tragedies (series) - @kamaluhkhan (luke castellan x nemesis!reader, some mdni)

the jubilee recollection (series) - @klineinie (luke castellan x aristaeus!reader)

you don’t know me - @kestisvrse (spidey!luke castellan x reader)

freaky friday - @too-deviant (luke castellan x reader)

sleepy girl - @sovksluv (luke castellan x hypnos!reader)

rotten to the touch (series) - @supercutszns (luke castellan x reader, suggestive)

the search for glory - @sunsburns (luke castellan x ares!reader, suggestive)

other men seared into my brain

jupiter was supposed to be a star, but failed - @delicrieux (regulus black x reader)

hunger -  @perlelune (coriolanus snow x reader, mdni)

truculent (series) - @theoldsports (coriolanus snow x reader, mdni)

second son (series) - @cherryslyce (regulus black x reader)

i know it when i see it (series) - @bageldaddy (pornstar!joel miller x reader, mdni)

ever since new york (series)- @eideticmemory (college!mgg x reader, mdni)

rocks at your window (series)- @fbfh (ricky bowen x reader, some mdni)

adhd chronicles (series)- @hotchfiles (aaron hotchner x reader)

statuesque lovers - @e1dritchjackal0pe (farleigh start x reader, mdni)

american teenager (series) - @lanascinnamongirls (spencer reid x bau!reader) 

we could be love (series) - @hotchfiles (aaron hotchner x rossi!reader)

treacherous (series)  - @moonlightspencie (remus lupin x reader)

labeled these to the best of my ability and my goldfish brain of a memory but remember, you are responsible for your own consumption

REMUS LUPIN

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all remus lupin stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) <3

MASTERLIST • THE MARAUDERS • 07/23/24

@luveline ✰ shy!reader

@angelfic ✰ calm after the storm the 4 times you hate each other, and the one time you don’t. alternatively, remus lupin is a pain in your arse and yours alone. ✰ furry little secret you find out remus has been keeping a huge secret from you, and only you.

@lupinlongbottom ✰ singed memories Harry finds a photo of Remus and a mysterious girl. He finds that the girl’s name is (Y/N), she was dead. Harry, letting his curiosity get the better of him, asks Remus for the whole story. ✰ babysitting blues Remus and (Y/N) are asked to babysit Harry while Lily and James go away for the weekend. 

@siriuslovebot ✰ mouse the reader has always had a huge crush on remus. the girls find out and marlene accidentally lets it get back to remus. 

@solemnarration ✰ the girl with the books james and sirius notice that it’s not the books that keep remus in the library, and are determined to know whether you – the object of remus’s affection – return his feelings.

@curseofaphrodite ✰ pomegranates fake dating takes a whole new meaning when the two of you realize you'd rather have it be real. ✰ the gold dress At the gryffindor party, Remus finds himself on the verge of jealousy. ✰ the order of phoenix Y/N was in her 7th year when Lupin became DADA professor. Three years later, they meet again in Grimmauld Place, and he was more annoyed than happy to see her. 

@mangomonk ✰ i thought that i was dreaming when you said you loved me part 2

@in-between-thighs ✰ kiss me really nicely Remus Lupin is worried he doesn’t know how to properly kiss you, you might have to teach him.

@strawberry-fields-things ✰ amortentia Just when Remus thought he was overcoming his crush for you, you wind up drinking a potion that makes you fall in love with him.

@theemporium ✰ angsty ✰ reader left out part 2

@kquil ✰ not so secret admirer part 2 part 3 you can't hide your adoration for remus lupin and often end up staring at him, good thing he thinks you're really cute ✰ baby fever you and remus meet an adorable baby while grocery shopping

@amiableness ✰ drabble ✰ promises Reader and Remus get glimpses of their past life every time they touch ✰ one of us Fed up with your constant bickering, your friends dare you to spend a night together, hoping it will finally resolve the tension between you both.

@ddejavvu ✰ bff!remus ✰ animagus!reader ✰ animagus!reader

@wolfmoonmusic ✰ secrecy You love James Potter and would do anything for him, including keeping your relationship an absolute secret. However, he may not feel the same.

@cosmal ✰ pillow you fall asleep on remus at a party. ✰ lovers rock you and remus lupin have become really good at stealing each other away from parties.

@ellecdc ✰ a man with a plan part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 Remus planned to never fall in love. Moony had other plans.

@rainydayathogwarts ✰ extrovert!reader

@empress-simps ✰ missed hints Remus Lupin wanted to make his feelings known; he is trying numerous ways to tell you, but you are simply quite oblivious to the poor boy’s advances. ✰ beyond the surface ✰ loving yellow and black ✰ letter to my lupin Remus decided to find out who’s behind giving him little notes and chocolates ever since his fourth year at Hogwarts that made him fall in love.

@jamespottersdaisy ✰ red

@wasteddmoondust ✰ little family

@mrsbrookemunson ✰ misunderstanding part 2 The rumor of Y/N–James sister–liking Sirius.

@moonstruckme ✰ doctor!remus ✰ remus is mean

@flusteredmoonn ✰ foolish one "stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love, that ain't never gonna come," in which his friends are the last people he would entrust with the truth of his feelings toward a particular classmate.

@pasukiyo ✰ left unspoken she wakes in the middle of the night and knows only two things are for certain: remus is not sleeping, and something is wrong.

@writesowhatnext ✰ if it wasn’t for you meddling kids the boys are suspicious when Remus keeps disappearing… where is he going? Who’s he meeting?

@starstruckmoony ✰ you are in love sirius and marlene (and lily) play matchmaker to get you and remus together because you're slightly failing at picking up on very obvious stuff.

@inkdrinkerworld ✰ terrified An oblivious boy that you've been trying to get away from for a week corners you at a party. Luckily, Remus is there to help.

@opalesquegirl ✰ his girl An oblivious boy that you've been trying to get away from for a week corners you at a party. Luckily, Remus is there to help.

@g1rld1ary ✰ the way i see you you're an artist, but you never let any of your friends see your work. they finally attend one of your exhibits and see your feelings on paper

@justagirlwholikesadam ✰ their favorite show Sirius and James have a secret. They love watching Remus fucking his girlfriend, you. Without both of you knowing.

@ahqkas ✰ starman during a snowy holiday at the potter residence, remus finds himself caught between the matchmaking ideas of his two best friends and his growing feelings for you

@moonlightspencie ✰ you should see the things we do, baby Remus and Reader decide to take advantage of teasing Sirius, and it leads to a lot more than a dirty dream.

@whenlilyfallsinlove ✰ jolene part 2 part 3 james potter —> remus lupin

@fishley ✰ sirius the matchmaker sirius has a field day when he figures out remus has a crush on his slytherin best friend.

@patrophthia ✰ bad habit

@moonpascal ✰ lessons in humility Remus can’t help but embarrass himself time and time again in front of the twins teacher.

@astonishment ✰ you’re losing me you and james potter have a friendship like no other, with the most unbreakable bond…or so everyone thought. when you get hanahaki, you start pulling away from james and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t see, to do anything right. with your friendship being put to the ultimate test, will you find your way back to each other? or will james lose you for good?

@enviedear ✰ ivy in which remus confesses that he loves you while on a date with another girl.

will you marry me?

5 times remus has asked you to marry him and 1 extra.

tags: remus lupin x f!reader,, fluff,, angst,, no mention of the word y/n,, childhood friends to lovers,, mutual pining,, character death

first time at 5 years old;

your eldest sister was off to marry in spring and so naturally the whole house was buzzing with excitement and terror. and you, like any impressionable child, felt the tingles of something exciting happening before your very eyes.

lulu, your best ultimate mate as you so graciously dubbed him, felt this energy too.

or at least the many flowers and coloured envelopes scattered on the table, seem to ring some alarms for him.

“this table is too small,” he frowns, stopping his pretend chopping of the leaves, and looking longingly at the dinner table, filled with scattered wedding paraphernalia.

you shrugged, ponytail swishing as you move around him.

“we have to make room, my sister is to be mary.” you confidently repeated what your mum said to you in the morning. when you had whined at the lack of play space.

now you’re humming like it’s obvious, why you were given a child’s table and now have to play kitchen with one pot instead of four because of the lack of space. the confident pretence of a child to show they’re mature enough not to complain.

“why does she have to be mary?” he asks, his shoulder bumping into you, “i thought she likes her name hilda?”

you scoff, clearly lulu does not know of the way of being mary. so naturally, you being older (by a few months) needs to teach him. or else, however is he going to be a proper grown up?

“because she wants to be a wife. so she has to be mary first.”

“a wife?” he asks intrigued, “like mummy and daddy?”

you laugh, patting his head, “only mummies can be a wife, silly. daddies are hus-butts.” you stood straighter, having this conversation with your mum before. “mother says, you have to love first and then be a mary. so you can play with them even after dinner and eat chocolates and make children.”

he seems to perk up even more, looking at you. his eyes as usual, gleaming with obvious awe, “to make children? with what?”

you pout, having no answer.

you haven’t asked your mum this question yet. too busy thinking of how many mary’s there are in your town.

still, you try to think of an answer.

you don’t want to let lulu down, you are after all his only hope for knowing things.

luckily, you’ve overheard this one conversation last week, your sister moving after she becomes mary so they can begin making a family.

you raise your head, hand on your hip and your other pointed as if in a lecture.

you said in your most confident voice. “you enter specific rooms in the house, and always make sure it’s locked. and then you wait until you can come out with children. but you must only do this if you love them. that is the ultimate rule. or else it won’t work.”

“wow,” he breathed, he clenched his fists then, looking utmost determined. before screaming in glee and confidence, the only way a naive child could. “then let’s make children! be mary and then we can play all night!”

you clicked your tongue, disappointed he hadn’t comprehended. “but you should love me first.”

his cheeks heated pink, indignant, “but i do. i love you a whole lot! and i wanna play here all the time.”

you shook your head, grim. “we can’t.” sounding so heartbroken, as much as any five year old could sound.

because you’ve already asked your mum if you could make children with lulu and she said, you’re only suppose to do that if you’re a grown up in love.

you asked, what’s the difference? you were plenty grown. 5 is one hand after all.

and your sister said to you, amusement lacing her words, a grown up to take care of you and cherish you. someone able to help you and grow with you.

you look at lulu. his thin arms and his lack of knowledge.

certainly not a grown up. not a proper man who can be with you, at all.

“i don’t love you, so we can’t.” you say this huffing, now turning completely to your make shift pot and stirring the water and leaves.

lulu cried loud that day, wailing like a little kid.

and nodding to yourself knowing you’ve made the right choice. he is so not a grown up. even if his pinched face made you feel queasy.

your mum rushing over and asking what was wrong. when you told her, she laughed out loud, and hugged you both, brushing remus’ hair out of his tear streaked face.

and you wonder what was so funny when he looked so sad.

second time at 11 years old;

remy was horrified.

you realize this as he stares at you in a crazed panic. and as always, it was up to you to be strong.

“what do you mean by that?” puffing your chest out and stood to cover remy from potter.

“didn’t you know? kissing makes girls pregnant.” he whispered, loudly in the empty halls, scandalized as he went to look at your stomach as if it will inflate this instant.

you fight the urge to cover that area with your robes. willing yourself to be brave for the both of you.

“surely… that isn’t true.”

potter scoffs, offended to have been doubted, “yes it is, i heard a prefect say so.”

you feel remy grab the back of your robes in panic. the reference enough to persuade him. you almost roll your eyes, but instead sighed to calm yourself down.

“i ought to tell you lot to be careful.” potter looked at the both of you meaningfully, and inhaling sharply as a flash of embarrassment burns into your brain.

you weren’t able to will the heat of your cheeks to dissipate, before it showed on your cheeks. your face and neck warmed red. mortified that potter knows the secret kiss shared between you and your friend, currently pulling at your robes.

it was both of your first kiss, deciding to just get it all over with, so you both can know what was so special about it.

it wasn’t much.

it felt soft, and quick.

nothing at all sparkling or romantic, like others said.

“alert your parents immediately, else you might be kicked out. and i’ve grown quite fond of the two of you, you know.” potter nodded at you, looking as if he pitied you both before crossing his arms as he strutted away.

you look at remy fully now. he was standing too close and still holding unto your robes like a lifeline.

“did you really have to tell potter of all people what we did?” you scoff, crossing your arms and tapping your feet like how your mother used to do it when she was cross with something.

he seemed to shrink into himself more, “i’m sorry, he said he saw it, and pestered me into confessing.” he bit his lips to bleed. “i didn’t know you were gonna be in trouble.” he sniffled.

and you immediately cooled, reaching forward and pulling at his chin to stop his assault and softly rubbing at his bleeding lips with your robes with another click of your tongue.

“it’s fine, he already saw, nothing else we can do.”

“so, what are we going to do now?” he asked softly, he looked at you, eyes filling with worry and sadness. “what if you are? we’ll get in trouble, won’t we?”

you bring down your arm now, before breathing out deeply.

you try to think of why it wouldn’t be true, but the tone of his voice was making you worry endlessly too.

even though you know it wasn’t all true, because your sister kissed her husband plenty of times in the house and they don’t have kids.

and you were about to point that out to him. to reassure your ever warm, too soft friend, that james potter was full of it and to relax.

but remy stood straighter, his cold hands gripping yours tightly, so much that it hurts. now standing a bit taller than you. pink lips pulled into a straight line and eyes looking straight at you. soft brown eyes no longer holding any worry, instead with resolute determination.

“marry me,” he said, “i promise to look after our children and work.” he nodded at you, as if urging you to say yes. to trust him.

a look entirely different from what you remembered from way before, yet feeling all the same regardless.

the reason of proposal was ridiculous in of itself that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“i’m not pregnant you dolt, pregnancy doesn’t work that way. i assure you.” rolling your eyes in amusement. “so don’t you go proposing like some weirdo.”

he stopped for a second, as if startled as he kept looking at you. before leaving a shaky sigh, head hanging low.

“okay,” his lips in a wobbly smile, looking weird. “good.”

third time at 17 years old;

sirius had managed to sneak in a case of firewhisky in one winning after-party in the common room.

it was safe to assume that everyone was positively sloshed. if judging from the slurring exclaims from james and a red face peter barely able to stand and sirius laughing maniacally at something marlene has said to him.

and remus being the self-appointed responsible one, had taken it upon himself to maintain sobriety the entire night. to look after the three of them in the aftermath.

resolutely sitting next to you the whole night, engaging in a missed conversation about gossip and literature.

“still feeling confident you can handle these three blokes up in your room?”

he grimaced, already rubbing his temples, probably from regret and the james’ incessant off-key singing. “i don’t really have much of a choice now, do i?”

you laugh easy, “with the way james is attempting to strip, i think not. you did volunteer, taking responsibility and what not.”

he sighed rather audibly, over the soft music of the party that was already dying down. most of the attendees already settling into their respective rooms.

and you look at remus, slumped into the chair, and laugh to yourself.

still so helpless, you think. you guess you had to step up again. pick up the slack a little bit.

you try to trick yourself into thinking you were tired and miffed about it, but you find you quite like feeling needed. especially by remus.

whom of which seems to be way into being responsible now and being a proper grown up. one that follows curfew and plans his day.

he barely looks at you for help anymore.

he always has an answer to questions now.

as the boys depend on him for being the responsible one in their little foursome.

off to late night adventures and pranks. no longer the crying, awe struck, nervous kid you grew up knowing. makes you feel kind of sad.

“alright then,” you exhaled, “i’ll lend you a hand for dealing with the demons.” you stood up whilst downing your drink, a sweet concoction by dorcas.

he looks up at you, eyes looking bloodshot and tired. he softly shook his head, “you don’t have to.”

you frown, clicking your tongue and placing a hand on each of your hips. “i said i’ll do it, so i’m going to. now stand up and let’s go.”

he looked at you just a second longer and sighs looking away, a soft smile etched on lips before looking at you again. looking won over.

standing up, dusting the invisible dirt on his trousers and nodding.

he towers over you now, seemingly out of no where.

you realize this as your neck strain looking up at him. as you gather the rowdy, intoxicated boys back to the dorms.

something sirius was extremely grateful for and the others echoed.

“thanks for— for taking care of me darling,” sirius breathed hot into your face before pecking you on the cheek.

“yes, you’re very welcome,” you hummed amused, tucking his covers into his sides, making sure he couldn’t move out of bed.

sirius giggles, “it feels like being tucked in by a mum,” before looking at you serious, eyes wide and looking more sober than he actually was, as if realizing something.

“you’re the mum in the group!” he exclaimed.

“im the what?”

james overhears this and exclaims his agreements.

“oh you are! you’re the perfect mum size!” james said.

you turn to him, “and what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask hotly.

“you’re very caring and mum-like, and you scold like a mum too, sometimes you even talk like one,” peter mumbled.

you look at remus, giving you an amused look, lips stretching like close to laughing.

“this is going to be the last time i’m helping you lot, if you call me mum one more time.” you threatened lightly.

sirius hums loud like he doesn’t believe you, “it’s not all bad, not like you’re gonna be a single-mum. remus is gonna be the dad after all.” he said like he was so sure.

and james, of ourse, echoed his agreements.

“obviously,” james tutted from his bed, tucked in tight by remus.

“yesh,” peter slurred, “he looks like—remus looks like he knows how to read maps.” he breathes out, like on a verge of sleeping.

james gasps, “he does! remus is a map reading dad, nothing has made more sense than this moment right here. you are meant to hold a map in your hands remus, you’re a daddy compass.”

remus looks perturbed, eyebrows scrunched and lips into a tight frown. he shakes his head then, before closing each of their curtains, not even bothering to justify james’ quip. “night lads,”

“night dad,” sirius teased from his bed, before shuddering excessively, “never thought i’d say that again.”

you snort out a laugh before you could help it. “good night everyone.”

you look at remus, and see him gesture to come outside.

quietly walking out of their room and closing the door behind you.

“come, i’ll walk you out.” grabbing your hand softly and pulling you down the corridor to the stairs. dropping his hold just as quick as if he hadn’t meant to hold it in the first place.

“sorry about the lads, the lack of filter is unfortunately not the effect of alcohol but is just them naturally.”

you chuckle softly, rubbing your tingling palms on the side of your skirt.

as if you didn’t know that already. those three have already been a staple into your everyday life for majority of the year. they, quite frankly, grow on you like some persistent vine on a house.

“it’s fine, it was quite tame compared to the usual rubbish they spew most of the time.”

remus looks at you, barely able to hide the smirk emerging from his lips.

“don’t tell me you liked them calling you mum?” the teasing lilt in his voice impossible to miss.

you lightly push on his shoulders. “don’t be disgusting, being called their mum is weird enough. and you implying i like it just makes it even weirder.”

“well imagine being called daddy compass by one of your mates, it’s gonna be hard looking at james tomorrow morning i’ll tell you that.”

you laugh excessively loud at this, before covering your mouth sheepish as you remember the time.

you look over at him, up and down as if assessing, “but you do look like a dad who knows how to read maps. wears khakis all the time and has a moustache.”

he rolls his eyes at you, as you grin in mirth, “well does that mean you’ll do me the honours of marrying me to avoid the life of a single parent to three demon boys?”

you laugh, shaking your head, “not exactly selling your case to me, are you?”

“won’t you reconsider though?” he moans, like he’s pained but you see the glint in his eyes even in the dark dorm room stairs. “it is after all for the children.”

you know he’s joking, hardly a night of partying counts as anything like a proper proposal.

but your brain can’t help but supply the thought that he looked quite fuller now. arms looking sturdier, and harder. he is acting more responsibly, all the professors trust him.

he was almost like a proper grown up now.

and you remember the echo of the ultimate rule in your childhood.

you shake your head, and an easy smile spread on your lips. stopping at the stairs for your dorms, “over my dead body,”

and he laughs, the sound echoing in the trashed common room, “well alright, good night, beautiful.”

“good night remus.”

fourth time at 19 years old;

you knew james was serious about lily when you lot had graduated from hogwarts. but you didn’t know the extent of the seriousness until he said this after one of the order meetings.

“i’m going to ask lily to marry me.”

james had said this with such conviction, so sure and full of affection. you can’t help but feel awed.

he suddenly seemed mature. not like the doofus you’ve come to know and consider a confidant through these trying times.

but a proper adult, one who does taxes and knows how to set up an appointment for medical check ups and fights in wars.

james suddenly feeling very far away from you.

you feel remus shift, his leg pressing into yours. you look at him to see what he wanted, but saw he was just looking at james, eyes set hard.

you shook yourself out of your stupor. standing up abruptly, not meaning to leave the familiar press of remus’ leg against your thigh.

“that’s—that’s great news james, i would have never guessed you—oh you’re all grown up!” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and him wrapping his around your middle with a giddy smile.

“thank you, mum.” he laughs, the on going joke still running strong. you squeeze him extra tight and pinching his arm for extra measure. before pulling away. “i never thought you had it in you to propose. i’d have half a mind to propose to lily on your behalf.”

he laughs, a bashful blush resting on his cheeks. “i figured, why wait, you know? tomorrow isn’t promised, and—i think spending every moment together is we all can do. i don’t want to die with regrets. i love her.”

you breathed in deep.

sirius coming forward too and slapping james in the back before giving his own congratulations and then peter and then remus too.

you were happy for them both, truly, having found one another even in these difficult times was awe-inspiring.

and then you start to wretchedly wonder if you could have that too. if only the circumstances were a bit different. would you have been given enough time to find another? enough to love? enough to marry?

you find your gaze sliding to remus, how strained his smile looked and wonder if he’s thinking the same.

he looked back at you, as he always does, and smiles gently. less strained now. like he was resigned.

you try to imagine if the circumstances were a bit different and he would find someone to love. someone to marry.

you feel your navel, coil in a bundle of nerves. a tension in your neck making you almost irate.

he gestured for you to follow him out.

like being compelled and weak, you follow without a question.

the night air was chilly, and feeling some sort of static on your skin, like building an unnerving suspense.

remus just sat and gestured for you to sit beside him.

the seat was cold, and you sat rigid like ice.

it’s been a while since you’ve last sat with remus like this. the order keeping all your hours occupied, mission after mission. surviving by the skin of your teeth.

all the world has gone fucked now, it didn’t feel quite real some time—like some sort of veil has just been pulled over your head making you see things clearer for the horrors awaiting your fates.

and in your mind loud with noise and worry, you almost didn’t hear him.

“why don’t we do it?”

“what?” you turn to him, hoping his face show an inkling, a clue as to what he had said.

he looked at you then, eyes still so warm even with the atrocities he’s faced and eyes still so bright in the night. a twinkling light reflecting in his eyes making him look younger. prettier.

“why don’t we get married?”

you lean back slightly in shock, “what?” you repeated, because you didn’t understand. this came so suddenly, words weirdly familiar but the intent wildly different than from all the others you’ve heard before.

you looked at his eyes. searching, still, for a clue or something that might make sense because what?

he laughs, the warm, soft sounding one you can barely hear. but it was just the two of you outside and it was quiet and you were sitting so close, so you hear it—loud and clear. the sound making you feel warm. “is that so crazy?”

he looked like a boy, happy and hopeful. his leg was pressing into your thighs again. the pressure grounding you.

his hands fidgeting deep within his pockets.

“i think we work well enough.” he added, with a small smile.

you feel something in your heart stutter, “work well enough,” you repeated. “glad to know i reach your standards for a bride, sir lupin.” you almost scoff. masking the bitter simmer of disappointment of his reason. and the coiling nerves still tightly wound in your navel, feeling heavy, making it harder to breathe.

he shrugs, “well you know, a lot of applicants have been killing themselves to be chosen. i reckon you ought to feel honoured.” he grinned over to you, still joking.

you rolled your eyes, “of course,”

“yeah?” he perked up, suddenly sitting straighter, his knees bumping into yours in his haste to look at you properly. “you want to?” he seemed shocked, overtly so, that it makes you laugh. a heat blooming on your face at his apparent willingness to marry you before shaking your head to avoid any confusion.

“no to the proposal but yes, that it is indeed an honour.”

he deflates, “ah,” he said softly, before laughing like he was embarrassed. “i just—i kept thinking what james said, about tomorrow not being promised—and, i, well i thought—“ he clears his throat before continuing. “i thought i might see what the fuss was about,”

you nodded, “‘m afraid marriage isn’t so simple. you have to love one another for a start.” you added somewhat bitterly, looking away.

“so you keep reminding me,” he says, laughing awkwardly.

fifth time at 38 years old;

you feel as if your life was reaching a crescendo.

the night glooming, brooding like the sky knows to colour it of fear and nerves.

it was going to come down to tonight, so it seems. whether we win or we lose. the end or the beginning. all those families we’ve lost and the families we’ve created. all our hopes and dreams sacrificed into this one night.

“you feeling alright?” remus asked to your left.

the glooming sky somehow illuminating his face all the same.

“as alright as anyone can be when facing a dark wizard.” you smirked, shrugging.

he laughs, still sounding so warm and soft.

you feel his fingers brush yours. you had half a mind to remind him to get ready and hold his wand tight.

you notice how keeps forgetting to do that. opting to hold unto you, just like he did before when he was a child from another time.

he only offers a closed lipped smile, looking at you the same way he has always looked at you. his stare the most familiar thing, it might as well be a part of you.

“i love you.” he breathed. and your heart hammered, your world tilting on its axis. shifting the very fabric of your universe.

and he looked relieved like he couldn’t wait to hold unto it any longer. and then he repeated it. more sure. louder. affectionate. looking straight into you. his brilliant, soft, warm eyes so full.

you wonder when did his gaze start to look at you like that?

and then you see;

his eyes looking as it did when he was five, shining with obvious awe.

his eyes when he was eleven, with resolute determination.

eyes when he was seventeen, glinting with mirth in the dark crevices of the dorms.

the look he gave you when he was nineteen, looking so boyishly happy and hopeful.

and now as he’s thirty-eight, looking at you with so much love, and longing, and pain, and joy.

“when this is all over,” he breathe, “will you marry me?”

so much time has passed by now that you had once thought it was too late for you. too late with him. something you always thought but could never have.

he was now undeniably a man. arms littered with scars and unwavering confidence as he looks at you. but his eyes still glimmer and twinkle all the same.

the undeniable rampage in your chest, your eyes searching for an answer or a clue for what he’s thinking.

“i love you,” he repeats, and gazing at you with that familiar eyes of his.

and you laugh because you found your answer. so you’ll give him his.

“yes.”

extra;

the battle was brutal, bodies piled on top of one another. those too young to know what they even fought for. those for their own ideals. and those caught in cross fires.

but it was over. and the good guys won.

but with so many lost, people thought, how could i possibly cheer?

but there was this type of solace when you’re gone. there was no more pain. all those gone can only do one thing, to let go. at least that’s what harry thinks.

staring down at the family he could’ve had.

your limp cold hand holding remus’ equally cold ones.

he wonders if someone intertwined your hands, or if you simply died holding on to each other. never to let go.

he realized it didn’t really matter. you were both gone. forever, but together.

he thinks of the comforting hugs you’ve given him in the short time you’ve spent with him, and the many stories remus told. and in this fierce pain he wonders if you ever saw the shiny, glinting ring in remus’ dresser hidden away ever since he was eighteen.

as a reader on here i want to say a quick thank u to all the writers in this community, we love your work and appreciate how much effort and time you put into it!!

HELLOOOO ITS BEA!! 🤗🤗 your new account is so cute and i love your theme 😫 you literally ate with that im not kidding. Anywaysssss lex girl you know how i love the marauders, and i know you do too! Could you write a cute little cuddly fic about one of them? Idc which one, u know what i like LMAOOOOOO

LOVE YOU BAEBAE ☺️

YESSSS BEA I LOVE YOUUUUU AND OFC!!!

ILL GET ON IT BAE

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

“𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗜’𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆”- 𝗠𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗸𝗶

pairing(s) | Remus Lupin x fem!reader + brief mention of Jily

summary | Remus and y/n finally get some time to themselves to relax after the full moon, though the peace is short lasted.

warnings | honestly I don’t think there is any

based on THIS request!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! MASTERLIST!!

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The sunlight filtered through the windows in Remus’ dorm room. The red and gold stained glass painting intricate designs across the wooden floors. A golden hue casted across the room and brightened the area.

From outside, people passing would believe the room was empty. The quiet and still atmosphere a stark contrast from the usual bustling heard from the room’s usual occupants.

James, Peter, and Sirius were off doing who knows what. Parading the school grounds, sneaking off to Hogsmeade, or trying to woo Lily Evans were all pretty solid guesses.

Being only 2 days after the full moon Remus decided to stick around in the dorm, leaving the boys to cause trouble on their own. Of course the other marauders were hesitant to leave their best mate by himself, especially in his state.

Remus sent them on their way with promises of y/n coming by soon after to keep him company. No more than 10 minutes after the three men left, y/n came knocking.

“Come In!” Remus shouted, already knowing who was at the door.

Considering the last few days had been hell for Remus, the sight of his girlfriend easily put a smile on his face. Her presence alone always seemed to ease the ache in his muscles, and calm his mind.

“Is that my shirt?” Remus teased. “Umm I think you mean our shirt…” she said, sounding almost perplexed.

“I thought we shared things in this relationship moony, if you decide to start being greedy all of a sudden I’ll have to leave…” the girl grumbled, putting on a show to get him going.

She gave Remus the best fake look of distaste she could muster. As soon as that pretty smile graced Remus’ face her facade crumbled, and the girl started to laugh.

“Wow darling you’re such an amazing actress, might be something you should pursue.” Remus Mocked. “Yeah Yeah, whatever. It’s hard to act mad when I came over here to cuddle”

The couple shared a laugh as y/n made her way to his bed. Reaching the end of Remus’ bed she crawled her way up to him. Once they were close enough Remus pulled her in for a kiss. Y/n slowly sunk down beside him and he wrapped his arms around her.

Finally breaking away from the kiss Remus leaned his head down the the crook of her neck, and mumbled something along the lines of “I’ve missed you”

“I’ve missed you too my love” y/n said in an endearing tone, bringing her hands up to run through his slightly tangled hair.

The couple laid there, enjoying the peaceful ambiance of the room. Wrapped up in each others arms, they both got to genuinely relax for the first time that day. It didn’t take long for Remus to fall asleep, still feeling the affects of his last transition.

While listening to the sound of Remus’ quiet breathing, y/n took the time to really look at him. He had a few new scratches, nothing deep enough to scar thankfully. She counted all the little freckles on his face, imagining them in the form of constellations.

She should’ve known the moment was too good to be true, peaceful moments are scarce at Hogwarts. They’re even more rare when you have to deal with the Marauders. As soon as she started to doze off, the door of the dorm slammed open, in stumbled the three idiots they call their friends.

“If you wake him up I will kill you guys.” Y/n threatened, only half joking.

The boys immediately went quiet.

AHHHH I LOVE REMUS!

For Bea!

@lexaknoxville

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- CHAPPELL ROAN !!

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and i’m open to more!

so cute omg

i wrote this at a psychology lecture almost five minutes ago so i'm not sure if it's any good, i still wanna share. enjoy! ♡

remus lupin x fem!reader, fluff

remus is rubbing your back when you open your eyes from an afternoon nap.

you love the feeling of his long fingers pressing into your tender muscles gently. you can smell his cologne and cigarettes he smoked leaning from window. he turns a page of his book, his eyes are on the words but his hand focused only on you.

you move slowly, turning your back on bed to see remus. you try to give him a smile but sleep makes your movements sloppy. he puts his book aside to push your hair back, his eyes have the spark of contentment.

you snuggle into him like a cat. he lays back, pulls you gently on his tired body. you mumble something he can't hear, your unconcious hand stops on his abdomen. he kisses your hair, it's a mess but it smells like your shampoo.

"when did you come back?" you ask with a low voice, words melt between your lips.

"almost an hour ago, sweetheart." he answers. "you were fast asleep."

you stretch a little bit. "i was really tired."

"yeah?" remus asks sweetly. "how about now?"

your head feels numb from the heaviness of sleep. "i'm not sure." you say, burying your face to remus's neck. "i slept too much."

remus strokes the naked skin of your shoulder. you are almost about to fall asleep again, holding onto him. you don't know if you want to sleep though, you want to spend time with remus and you'd prefer doing it when you're conscious.

you try to lift your head to see him. remus looks like he is ready to fall asleep if you do, his body limp on bed. you touch his neck to maintain an eye contact, he obliges with his pretty eyes as he looks at you.

"kiss?" you ask, almost whispering. you lay back to pull remus on top of you and he moves like his movements are controlled by your brain. he smiles before leaning into you, giving you a sleepy kiss. he sucks on your bottom lip softly, you breathe his air. your hands cup his cheeks as his hands hold your waist to keep you under him tightly.

you like when he kisses you slow and confident, he's calm but he never fails to make you excited. you make a little sound when he breaks the kiss, he looks at you funnily.

"do you wanna go back to sleeping?" he asks, his lips curved into a fond smile.

you shake your head. "can we have some coffee?"

the words are still slow but you are waking up. you think you need a cup of caffeine from remus's hand, made by him. he knows what you want from the way your eyes get wider, the lovely expression on your face every time you need him to do something.

"of course we can." he replies coolly. "but you have to give me something in return."

your eyebrows rise, "like what?"

"i'll think about it." he says. "just decided i need some bribery."

you hold onto his neck. "what about a kiss?"

"one kiss is never enough." he says. "gotta have more than that."

you think for a moment, you love how his eyes shine when he's playing games. "okay." you say, reaching his forehead to stroke the soft skin and push his hair back. "what about a neck massage and lots of kisses?"

"mm-hmm." he kisses your neck with too much love. "yes."

"but if we don't get up now i might fall asleep again." you say, closing your eyes dramatically.

remus is quicker than you expect him to be. he extends you his hand to help you up and he carries you all the way to kitchen with your legs wrapped around his waist. you kiss him many many times on his cheeks on the way and he seems pleased with that.

you watch him prepare your coffees after he makes you sit on the counter gently. the comfortable silence covers the kitchen, the smell of coffee fills your senses. remus gives you yours in your favorite cup and you thank him.

he looks happy and calm under the last lights of the day that peaks through open window. you make sure to help him keep his smile on his pretty face.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick."