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remus who needs to make eye contact with reader when talking bc she has his full attention but she tries averting her gaze and he’s Tall so he does that thing where he bends his head down/chases her eyes so they maintain contact

ugh this!!!!!!!! he definitely does this, so hot of him honestly. I didn’t do justice to your idea at all but I gave it a shot!!!

rockstar!remus lupin x fem!reader

Remus gets off stage and he’s somehow a billion times hotter than he was two hours ago. It’s cruel. He’s the kind of handsome that begs to be looked at. You don’t blame his screaming fans. Not when you’d definitely be one of them if it weren’t for your lucky position of the bassists girlfriend.

“Hey,” Remus says, slinging his bass over his shoulder as he jogs towards you. His headset dangles around his neck, makeup smudged under his eyes and his hair in disarray, and yet he heads straight for you, brushing away a couple of techies who try to wave him down. He comes to a halt in front of you, still buzzing with onstage energy. “Can I hug you?”

“Yeah,” you nod, breathless and he’s only said a few words. He’s so handsome you can’t think straight. He hugs you hard, and you don’t even care that he’s sweating buckets. His arms cage you, strong and heavy, and he smells like sweat and musk, his cologne subtle but heady.

“You played amazing,” you tell him as his hands roam your back, one between your shoulder blades and another at the small of your back, pressing you in.

Remus pulls back, hot hands sliding to hold you by the shoulders. He squeezes you, calloused thumbs at your collar. He’s smiling so big you’re sure his cheeks hurt. “

“Cause I had my lucky charm,” he says, chucking you under the chin. “I’m so glad you came, pretty girl.”

Heat flares behind your cheeks. You can’t believe he’s real, can’t believe he’s this handsome and calling you pretty and telling you he’s glad you came to his show. As if you’d ever even think about being anywhere else tonight but here. You dip your head so you don’t have to look at his handsome face, opting instead for the dirty backstage floor.

“I’m glad I came too,” you mumble, toeing a rogue piece of confetti with the tip of your shoe.

Remus follows you down, bending to your height and tilting his head up so you’re forced to look him in the eyes. He’s gorgeous and he’s lovely and he’s so close you could kiss him.

“What did you say, sweetheart?” He asks, lips quirked, his mouth so close that his warm breath fans over your lips. “Can’t hear you when you get all shy like that.”

You groan. He’s awful. “I’m not shy,” you protest, though you are, especially with him. You stick your chin out in a show of fake confidence. “I said I’m glad I came too.”

Remus’ grins and thumbs your jaw, then cards a hand through his messy, sweaty hair. “Mm, I bet you are, sweetheart.”

You know he’s teasing. You don’t mind it as much as you should.

lover in the foyer

(remus lupin x reader)

summary: remus lupin loves you, but his best friend 'likes' you too. so you both ended up fake dating.

contents: fluff, hurt/comfort, protective remus, r and remus are totally in love fr.

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it was a secret that you have a little crush on remus lupin. you kept that information to yourself 'cause you couldn't let the others know- it would be too embarrassing if they do. for years you've been hiding your feelings. burying it deep inside your heart.

well, that was until one day on the marauder's dormitory, a conversation was spoken.

"i've got something to tell," james started, sitting up right on his bed.

"what is it?" remus replied.

"promise you won't call me crazy?" he asked.

"we promise!" the other three said in unison.

"i'm starting to like a girl... and it's not lily," said the boy.

"what?" sirius asked, not believing what his mate just said. it was globally known that james potter loves lily evans. no one else. it has been six years since.

"yeah... it's y/n,"

a ringing silence filled the room.

you weren't super close with them four. although you are kind of friends with remus. you two talked occasionally when passing through the hallways or in the great hall.

during those small little encounters, remus might've caught some feelings. something different bloomed in his heart. hearing james saying this made his heart burn.

"i feel like she'd be a good distraction- i mean from lily. maybe that way i can make lily jealous and then she'll confess to me. even if lily-flower didn't, y/n would still be decent as a girlfriend i guess. no harm," james continued.

remus frowned, his skin burning. how could someone do that? having you as a second option? total bullshit. he wouldn't let you get treated like that. he wouldn't let james pick on your self esteem like that.

you're too good for anyone. he knows. being a substitute for someone because their crush doesn't like them back is not morally right. your soft heart is too precious to be crushed that way.

"prongs- i think that's a good idea! by then you can get lily to confess to you! you'd be everything!" sirius encouraged james, much to remus' dismay.

"moons?"

"moony has been real quiet-"

"i don't think that's a good idea," remus said sternly. he would be flaring laser beams from his eyes at james if he were a cartoon character.

james' mouth dropped, "why?"

"because- cause she's my girlfriend!" remus spoke abruptly, not knowing what he had actually said.

"your what?" all three of them screamed in shock. remus never said anything about a girl.

"how long?"

"how did that happen?"

"why didn't you tell us?"

"stop!" remus yelled, making them shut their mouth. he was panicking now. you are not his girlfriend. you'll never be. not now. not even tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

"i started to date her like... two weeks ago," remus said before standing up, grabbing his bag before he headed out of the room. "i have to go, she said something about wanting to meet me in the library."

he fumbled with the hem of his sweater. it was cold, but he was sweating heavily. he has to find you.

thank god the marauder's map was on his bag or he would be caught lying. he saw your name- beautifully written- you were on the clocktower field, sitting alone.

remus ran to where you are, panting when he arrived.

"oh y/n!" he said, taking heavy breaths.

"yeah? remus?" you looked up from your book, gazing at him with the softest yet confused pretty eyes.

"i made a big mistake- i'm so so sorry!" remus said hurriedly. his sweat trickling down his forehead.

"calm down rem, i'm sure it wasn't that horrible! sit beside me, we can talk," you sent him a comforting smile, patting the empty seat beside you.

remus sat down, wiping his palms on his trousers. how does he say it? when does he start?

"you okay?" you asked.

"noyou'rereallyprettyandkindandlovelyandsweetandiknowyouwillneverlikemebackandyouwillhatemeforthisbecauseiclaimedthatyouaremygirlfriendfortwoweeksandimsososorry."

"say that again?" you laughed, pulling out a napkin to hand it to the poor nervous boy before you.

"i may or may not have said that you are my girlfriend in front of my friends."

"why would you say that?" your heart skipped a beat, taking in the words remus has spoken. you'd be lying if you said that you've never dreamed of this- being called remus lupin's girl.

"because- it's kind of stupid really. i got it out before i even know what i was talking about that moment," he scrambled with his words, finding it hard to form a sentence right now.

"basically, james told me that he likes you but i know he does not like you. he said he wanted to go out with you just so lily can realise that she is in love with him. and i would never let him do that to you. putting you second, you deserve so much better than that. and long story short, i said that you are my girlfriend... yeah."

remus lupin was doing this for you. so that you don't get played. how sweet.

"uhm," you looked down, playing with the hem of your skirt.

"uhm- would you be in for- y'know fake dating... me..?" remus said awkwardly. "it's alright if you don't want to, i'll make some excuses. but please don't agree on going out with james. i don't want you hurt," he whispered the last words. it was half self-indulgent in his part. seeing his the girl he's been pining for years dating his best friend is not a good feeling. but he also doesn't want you to be a second choice. it feels horrible to be. knowing that feeling all to well.

"okay- i guess i can date you," you said shyly. cheeks turning crimson.

"okay- great. we can stop if you don't feel comfortable. don't wanna pressure- just for a few weeks," he said once more.

"it's fine rem, or should i call you honey? or darling? or-" you laughed, seeing his flushed face. he is so adorable. how lucky you are to have him as your 'boyfriend'.

"how can i be a girlfriend?" you asked as you two walked back from the field.

holding hands.

it wasn't in his mind that you would ever hold his hand but you are now. dreams really do come true huh.

"we just keep it normal- i mean like we hold hands, and maybe i will hug you more often, those pda stuffs. remember, only if you're comfortable." such a gentleman he is. he always makes sure that you are comfortable everytime. gosh that gave you the fluttery butterflies.

"okay, i can manage," you giggled.

"y/n- darlin'', can i sit with you during breakfast tomorrow?" remus whispered. you both were sitting on the common room in the corner, the other marauders sprawled a few feet away.

"sure, you can," you smiled softly at him.

he squeezed your hands, resting his cheek on your shoulder. this small action gave you butterflies, the pretty sparks. his face was pressed against the fabric of your soft cardigan, with one of his arm around you.

it's just been three days and you have fallen more in love.

remus on the other hand is trying not to get this too much in his head or he'd go feral. being this close to you and basically cuddling on the couch felt like a fever dream. one that he doesn't want to wake up from.

your silky skin, that periwinkle smile, those wonderstruck lips, angelic face, your incandescent touch, those misty eyes. he loves them all. how could one not? he felt the luckiest in the school for having this. having you with him on a cold friday night under the same fluffy blanket of yours. the smell of you intoxicating his nose. he isn't bothered by it. he enjoyed it.

the most obvious thing in a relationship is display of affection. though it wasn't hard for any of you to do that. remus held your bag, your books, your papers, even the things you can do yourself. he insisted that he had to help you bring them.

and that goes for days. you and remus fake dating.

james was still skeptical about remus sudden relationship. remus was never the one to look for love in his life. well- at least that's what sirius observed.

he couldn't help but look more into details of remus' 'relationship'. he noticed how remus never kissed you in public. or at least when he's in the same room as you and remus are.

"if you've been dating for three weeks now, why haven't you two got in the next step yet?" james squinted his eyes at the both of you. holding hands while studying.

"whatever do you mean by that?" remus questioned.

"like- i don't know kissing..?"

"i do kiss her often," remus replied, shrugging before he squeezed your knuckles, rubbing soft circles.

"how come i've never seen it?" james asked childishly.

"well here. maybe because you don't have to see or know or hear everything about my personal life," remus replied rather coldly.

"i'm starting to think you two are f-"

james' words were cut short as remus' lips locked to yours, wrapping them in a deep kiss.

james let out an "o" sound, walking outside the common room because the tension would be awkward for the three of you.

the moment he stepped out of the room, remus pulled away. eyes brimmed with fear and embarrassment. "sweetheart, i'm so sorry," remus said.

"it's okay remus..." you still haven't processed what had just happened but you sure did kind of enjoyed it.

"um we- we should do that more often. i mean- to make it more real y'know..." he said stiffly. it's not actually about 'making it more real'. he just wanted to kiss you, feel you. he really liked kissing you.

you didn't know what you're getting yourself into. you thought whatever this thing is would only last for two days and then you'll be back in your daydreaming days. but it wasn't. remus is still there.

that goes on for months. the both of you went from holding hands, to kissing, to lean on each other, to more boyfriend and girlfriend things. if you didn't know better, you'd think he's not faking all of this.

hogsmeade trip is coming up, that's the only thing the students are talking about right now. visiting new shops and doing early holiday shoppings. you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited. not only will the village be like a winter wonderland with the snow all over the ground and the roof, but also since remus is going with you for the day.

"you excited, dove?" remus smiled when he met you halfway on the walk to the carriage. he pulls out his gloved hand from his pocket to place it around your back.

you pressed yourself against his warmth, giggling in content. you didn't really have to speak, remus knows.

he kissed the top of your forehead, then guide you to the carriage with some random students.

as the thestrals pulled, you beamed when the snow starts falling down. perfect. everything is so perfect right now. snowflakes fall down your lashes and hair, a sight remus wanted to tattoo in his mind forever.

you had worn make up today, he can visibly see the pinkish shadow in your eyelids. remus couldn't help but admire how pretty your make up looks. how you're so good at doing anything.

your lips were a pink shade close to your natural ones, he wanted to kiss them- give your lips warmth. he was staring at you for so long to the point where he didn't realise that the carriage had arrived.

"it's pretty here! i always love seeing snow on the roof," you smiled brightly at the snow-covered roofs, inhaling the smell of fresh snow falling from the sky.

"they sure are," he agreed, "do you want to go to the cafe for a bit? the ride was cold," he blew his palms.

"of course!"

smell of fresh baked goods filled your nose, contrast to the outside. you two chose a spot near the fireplace, ordering a cup of hot cocoa.

there was a comfortable silence between the both of you. neither really have to talk. you just smiled at each other occasionally, looking around the room after. times like these make your fake relationship feels real.

when you finished your cups of hot cocoa, you two went to honeydukes, buying lots of sweets for the holiday stocks.

remus paid for your chocolates. you insisted on paying them yourself but he refused. dumping his handful of sweets over yours so they were mixed, making it impossible for you to pick yours up.

"rem, you know you can't do this right?"

"why not?" he pouted, "i want to be a good boyfriend after all."

he gave butterflies to your stomach, you hide your visibly burning cheeks on his shoulder, hugging his arm.

he loved that, so much. it feels so real, like you actually love being with him.

then you walked in a bookstore, choosing your read for the month. this time you were paying for him. "you're being so kind, and i love that but let me reciprocate that too!"

remus just nodded in defeat, kissing the crown of your head.

you and remus had a wonderful trip, one that will always be remembered. just before you part your ways, you said, "i've enjoyed the trip a lot. thank you remus for spending the day with me." you yawned, rubbing your eyes. then you kissed him. it was remus who initiates the kisses first, but this time it's you.

he cant help but feel those butterflies inside him again, holding your figure securely. "i'm getting tired, i'll see you tomorrow, love." you kissed him once more before climbing up to the girl's dormitory. leaving remus in utter shock.

maybe you guys aren't fake dating after all. maybe this is real all along. the last time the two of you ever said 'fake' was so long ago. that made him realise that this is real.

oh he can't sleep that night.

the next morning remus was skipping down to the great hall for breakfast with an uncontrolled smile on his face. this morning he woke up earlier, took a warm shower, brushed his hair, and do all things that james potter does.

"you look extra happy today hm?" james questioned, quirking one of his eyebrows up.

"just had a really good date yesterday, so good," remus replied, grabbing a plate of waffles with yoghurt and a bunch of other fruits.

"i didn't know you like kiwis," sirius snorted.

remus rolled his eyes, scoffing, "it's for my girl, look she's coming!" he said shyly, waving his hand for you.

you sat beside him greeting the students around a good morning. "you look- different, did you cut your hair?"

remus laughed, shaking his head.

"oh," you giggled, scrunching your face. remus loves that sight. you look so pretty and adorable every single day, he was so lucky. "you're handsome, y'know," you opted, making his cheeks redder.

"ugh lovebirds," sirius gagged, stuffing his mouth with potatoes.

remus smiled to himself, then he grabbed your fingers, intertwining them together. "here, your breakfast, i cut the waffles so you can eat easier. not that i think you'll have a hard time cutting waffles- you are perfectly capable of doing anything by yourself."

your heart fluttered at his words.

how much of a gentleman he is being! you wished he is your actual boyfriend. the girl that ends up with him must be so lucky.

"thank you so much," you said.

christmas is coming, and there was a party thrown at the gryffindor's common room.

"it's not even christmas yet padfoot," remus stated.

"i know, that's why it's called a pre-christmas celebration party!" sirius cheered as he wrote a letter to one of the firewhiskey store at hogsmeade, ordering boxes of the drink. he also ordered some butterbeer for those who don't drink.

"well you better celebrate cause this is the day where i'm asking lily flower out!" james said happily.

"sure prongs," remus nodded unconvincingly.

"are you enjoying the party?" he came up to you right after your friend was leaving to the bathroom.

"i am! loving the option of butterbeer," you replied.

"you haven't got any drinks?" remus asked.

"nope, i just had a chocolate cake and a butterbeer," you said.

"good good, you don't want to be like sirius or james," he pointed to the both of them. they were dancing on the sofa, jumping like rockstars, holding nonexistent guitars.

you laughed at them before grabbing his hand. "hope you don't mind, getting crowded here."

remus squeezed your knuckles, "i don't mind, you can hold me whenever you'd like."

the the two of your heard a joyous yell from james potter. "lily said yes!" he said to everyone. you can already sense lily's eye roll from there.

"finally!" remus laughed.

but you didn't. what happens now? are you and remus going to stop dating because james will not pick on you anymore or will this be continued.

that night ended with you staring at the ceiling, frowning of whatever's coming.

remus was still his lovely self, he still gives you kisses, hugs you, gets your breakfast ready, and all that sweet things he does.

you on the other hand was sceptical. maybe he just forgot or maybe he didn't know how to tell you. so you did the only thing in your mind. avoiding him little by little as days passed. it's the only way to get this over with as soon as possible before you completely fall for him more and more. like people say 'you've got to leave before you get left'.

remus noticed as days passed. you don't kiss him back anymore. you don't hug his arm. you rarely touch his hand. it was frustrating.

did you really stopped liking him? or was everything just in his head. he couldn't get those thoughts out of his mind. he was feeling less joyful as he usually does.

one evening you saw him alone in front of the fire place, a book open but he was staring at the burning fire. you couldn't help but saw how his beautiful face was forming frown, forehead crinkling and sorrow eyes.

you approached the boy, placing your hand on his shoulder gently.

remus flinched, turning around, "i didn't know you're there." his voice was croaky.

"it's okay, i just got here. are you feeling alright?" you sat beside him, knees touching.

"um i- don't know..?" he replied, his eyes averted back to the fire.

your heart sunk, a part of you knew that this is maybe your fault. you were doing this to him.

"rem, talk to me. maybe i can help."

"you've been distant," he replied. he cringed at how stupid those words sounded.

"i uh-"

"did i do something? i'm sorry, i'm sorry for making you feel that way. if you don't want to be together that's fine and-"

"what are you talking about? remus you didn't do anything wrong!"

"well why are you avoiding me as if our relationship means nothing."

"remus-," you paused, trying to find the words. "we are faking all of this remember?"

"what?" remus asked. you could see the pure shock in his face also a tint of sadness . "i thought we were dating- not fake dating."

"huh? since when?"

"after our hogsmeade date... i'm so sorry for jumping on to conclusions way too fast. i just thought we were together because it felt so real. like just- you and me- we-"

your heart clenched, "what if i told you that it felt real too?" you whispered.

"what do you mean?" he avoided eye contact.

"i love spending time with you. you made that hogsmeade trip so memorable for me. no one has made me feel so- so content. it felt like you- you like me."

"i like you," he replied.

"i like you too," you replied.

he relaxed, a soft smile on his lips. "so you thought we were faking all of this while i'm over here thinking that we are mutually in love?"

you giggled, trying to ignore the part where he said love. "you never asked me to be your girlfriend, how was i supposed to know?"

"okay yes that was my fault, so would you like to be my absolutely-real-not-fake-long-time girlfriend?" remus asked with a cheeky smile.

"i accept your offer as your absolutely-real-not-fake-long-time girlfriend," you replied.

you both laughed, and remus pulled you to his chest as he rest his chin over your shoulder. "remember earlier when i said i like you? scratch that- i love you."

yule ball (remus lupin x male reader)

pairing: remus lupin x male reader

warnings: a tiny bit of insecurity on your end, but otherwise none :)

anon requested: Heyyyy,I just read that Remus Lupin x male reader you posted and omg,it’s exactly how I envision me and Remus in my DR AND I LOVED IT SM,do you think you could write smtg similar to that? like maybe reader asking remus out to the Yule ball? TAKE YOUR TIME AND GET REST THOUGH!! <3 -Harry💞💞

a/n: do any shifters out there have any tips for shifting when you have insomnia/adhd? it's hard to clear my brain when i try to prepare myself for shifting and it's a real pain in the ass :') anyway, enjoy this fic, gays <3

***

"It's not a big deal, right?" you panicked, hands shaking around the quill gripped between your fingers. "Like, he's going to say yes, right?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Unless I've been reading your relationship wrong for the past three years, Moony's going to say yes. I don't think he can resist anything from you."

You really didn't know why you were freaking out. You usually didn't act like this, especially not in regards to Remus. You were always confident in your relationship with him; you had been dating for three years like Sirius pointed out, after all. But there was part of you — a hidden, vulnerable part — that ached for his approval, that wanted to impress him and always make him feel good. Maybe it was just love, you thought, for you had never felt this way around anyone else before.

But whatever the reason for it was, you needed to get your shit together. The Yule Ball was next week and you still hadn't asked your boyfriend. You knew he had been asked by a couple of girls to which he politely declined, saying he was going with his boyfriend.

Yeah, some boyfriend I am, you chastised yourself. Haven't even asked Remus to the Ball yet. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Breathe, mate," Sirius said, interrupting your spiraling thoughts with a somewhat concerned look. "You look like you're going to faint or something."

"Why are you so nervous?" Peter asked in a small voice. "I thought you loved Moony?"

"I do," you answered quickly. "I don't know why I'm so nervous, either. Think the house-elves put something in tonight's dessert?"

"Unlikely." Sirius set his elbows on the common room table before him and started braiding his hair idly. "Honestly, though? I just think you need to grow some balls and ask him already. If you wait any longer, he might go out with Snivellus," Sirius added jokingly.

The thought of your beloved Remus Lupin slow dancing with that mangy-looking rat-faced creep Severus was enough to petrify you.

"You're right," you said abruptly, standing up from the table and discarding the quill and parchment which you had been trying to use to write an invitation letter to your boyfriend. "I need to find Moony."

"Quidditch pitch," Peter told you. "He's helping Prongs practice for the game on Saturday."

***

When you approached the empty Quidditch pitch, you saw only one person flying on a broomstick in the air. Remus was on the ground sitting cross-legged in the grass and gazing up at his friend in disinterest.

"Hey, pretty boy," you greeted as you settled next to Remus in the grass. "Whatcha doing?"

A wide grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, eyes lighting up as if it were Christmas morning. "Godric, I'm glad you're here. Prongs asked me to help him practice for the game, but all I ended up doing was sitting watching him frolic around on that godforsaken broom of his."

You chuckled. "Sounds like you've been quite busy."

Remus smiled. "Yeah, for sure."

You grabbed his hand and kissed the inside of his wrist tenderly, something that you knew made Remus weak. Sure enough, when you looked up at him, he was blushing hard just like he had done on your first date with him three years ago.

"What's up?" Remus asked bashfully.

You laced your fingers with his and gazed up at the slightly cloudy sky. You could feel Remus' anticipating eyes on you — he'd probably been waiting for this moment for a while.

"Oh, nothing. I was just wondering something."

"Yeah?" Remus tried to control the eagerness in his voice. Even after a few years of dating you, he still got giddy every time you asked him to the Yule Ball.

You looked at your boyfriend slyly. "I was thinking, Moony..."

Remus bit his lip and waited, the silence growing thick with expectation.

"Could you lend me your notes for the Transfiguration exam?"

Remus blinked. You glanced at him and saw that he looked absolutely crestfallen, the gleam in his eyes fading out like dying embers.

"Oh," he said plainly as he tried to hide the disappointment in his voice. "Uh, yeah, sure."

"Thanks."

There was a weird silence between the two of you. Remus cleared his throat a little awkwardly. "Is there, uh, anything else you wanted to ask me?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, there might've been one other thing..."

You pretended to think about what you were going to say next, loving the fact that you had Remus hanging on to your every word. It was fun to tease him every now and again, and he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"Oh, that's right!" you exclaimed, looking at your boyfriend. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to be my date to the Yule Ball."

Remus breathed a sigh of relief and shoved you playfully. "Don't fucking tease me like that, y/n. I was about to think you had asked someone else 'cause you took so long to ask me."

"I would never do that to you, love," you told him sincerely. "So, do you wanna go or not?"

"Obviously," he said with an uncontrollable smile. "I can't resist anything from you. Why'd you take so long?"

"I don't know," you confessed, looking down. "I just — I just wanted it to be perfect, you know? I mean, you're the most important thing in my life, Remus. I guess I was just afraid I would screw it up so I waited until last minute." You looked back up at your boyfriend and saw that he was wearing a warm smile. "Sorry I kept you waiting."

"Don't be sorry," he said, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "In my eyes, y/n, you can do no wrong. I wouldn't have cared how you did it, as long as I get to spend the Yule Ball with you."

A heavy weight lifted off your shoulders. "I love you," you sighed.

"I love you, too," Remus replied just as lovingly. You pulled him in for a kiss, but your lips had hardly touched his before there came a strong breeze and the sound of footsteps as James landed his broomstick and approached you both.

"Y/n," he greeted with a lopsided smile, "when'd you get here?"

"Not long ago," you replied, pulling away from Remus who was trying to hide his blush. "I was just in the middle of asking Moony to the Yule Ball."

"Fucking finally!" exclaimed James. "We were all wondering what you would do to ask out Moony this time. Remember last year when you set off fireworks in the middle of Potions and asked him out right in front of everyone? That was awesome." James set his broomstick on the ground and sat in a circle with you and Remus. "So, what'd you do this time? Roses? Chocolate frogs?"

You shook your head. "None of that, Prongs. Today I went old-school and asked out Moony right here."

"Just words?" James seemed perplexed. "That's it?"

Remus held up his hand. "Hey, now, what do you mean 'just words'? At least I've got a date to the Yule Ball. Unlike somebody..."

James' ears turned pink. "I'm working on it," he said defensively. "I'm almost a hundred-percent sure Lily's going to say yes. I just, um, have to ask her first."

Remus clapped his fellow Marauder on the back. "We believe in you, mate."

James scowled. "Don't patronize me."

***

The Yule Ball was as glorious as always.

Festooned with garland, tinsel, and falling snow, the Great Hall looked like a picture right out of a storybook: magical and positively romantic.

Remus was dressed in his finest attire, black velvet dress robes with a high collar and a black bowtie to match. You had selected the robes you'd worn last year, which were formal and very classy.

As your boyfriend descended the stairs gingerly, all you could think about was how fucking lucky you were to call Remus John Lupin your one and only. How you had managed to capture the attention of such a kind, clever, and extremely handsome boy like him. You hadn't realized you were staring until Remus approached you, looked up at you with eyes like lively Christmas lights, and said, "Hey."

"Hey, pretty boy," you said, focusing your eyes on the well-dressed boy before you. "You look fucking incredible."

Remus, who was always a sucker for your praise, turned pink. "Th-thanks. And you look —" He searched for the right word but ended up stuttering out "good" like an idiot.

You just smiled in good nature at his sheepishness and pulled him close. The noise of students chattering and the light orchestral music faded to the background, and all that seemed to exist were you and Remus, together in the middle of the dance floor. You took your boyfriend's face in your hands, bent down a bit to accommodate to his shorter stature, and kissed his soft, warm lips firmly.

Remus responded immediately and kissed you back as if it were second-nature to him. And even after kissing you so many times — thousands, maybe, in all the years you'd been dating — Remus couldn't deny the addictive electricity that coursed between you whenever you kissed him. Not caring that you were in public, Remus reached up to brush the pad of his thumb over the edge of your jawline and molded his lips to yours. It was like you were in a fairytale, like in those movies where the couple finally kisses at the end and the screen fades to black.

But this was not the end of the night. No, this was just the beginning.

You pulled away and brushed Remus' bottom lip with your thumb, admiring the way they were just slightly puffy from the kiss. Remus had the most beautiful lips in the world. You would kiss them all day if he'd let you.

After having a few goblets of drink and making a few jokes, the actual dancing started. Couples took to the center of the Great Hall while a smooth, lively tune was played by the orchestra. Hands on hips, arms around necks, hands holding hands — you couldn't wait to get out there with Remus.

"Come on, my love," you said, lacing your fingers together and leading him in the direction of the swaying couples. "I saved the first dance for you."

You placed your hands on Remus' hips and he stretched up to wrap his arms around your neck. The height difference between the two of you was something Remus loved more than anything because it made him feel safe and secure. Being in your arms, protected by you. And you, of course, thought Remus' being shorter than you was the cutest thing in the world, not to mention the fact that it made cuddling with him so nice. When your boyfriend was nestled in your arms, that was when you felt the most connected with him like you and he were made for each other.

Gracefully, you and Remus danced to the music echoing throughout the Great Hall. You and he were so close you could see the swirls of honey-gold in Remus' irises, which were alight with the energy of the night.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to you, and before you could activate a filter on your brain, you said, "Thanks for choosing to come with me instead of Severus."

Remus' eyes bulged and he gave a short little laugh. "You're welcome? I think? Why would I go out with Severus Snape instead of you?"

You felt kind of stupid and explained to him the comment Sirius made when you were in the common room with him and Peter trying to write a letter asking Remus to the Ball.

"That Padfoot," Remus said as if swearing. "When I see him next I swear to Godric I'm going to —"

The music then changed to a slower tempo, and the couples began talking idly over the sound of the instruments.

"Anyway." Remus cleared his throat. "You don't have to thank me for going with you. I mean, there's no one else I would have as my date than you."

You smiled at his comment. "You're cute," you told him. "And I feel the same way about you. But do you wanna know what the best thing about tonight is?"

"What's that?" Remus wanted to know.

You smirked. "We're easily the best-looking couple in this room right now."

Remus, not expecting that, laughed out loud which caused some dancers to look in your direction with mystification.

You laughed along with him. "Am I wrong, though?"

"No," wheezed Remus, "you're absolutely right."

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you finished your dance and made your way to the table to rest. You sipped on a drink and admired the outfits of all the attendees with Remus, commenting on the clashing colors of James' robes while he begged Lily for a dance.

"You know," Remus wondered aloud after downing the rest of his pumpkin juice, "I wonder if there'll be any gay couples to take our place here after we graduate."

You thought about this and considered the fact that there were probably more closeted people at Hogwarts than anyone could imagine. There's bound to be some people brave enough to come out and make their relationship public.

"One day," you said wistfully, gazing up at the ceiling of the Great Hall which was dark and stuffed with snow clouds. "One day, there will be someone brave enough to come out. And once they do, it's gonna be revolutionary."

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can i pls request remus being jealous and (non-toxically lol) possessive when seeing reader with someone else 🫣

Hello!!! I'm so sorry this took so long to get out, this week has been completely out of control for some reason. But here it is! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for requesting. My ask box is open.

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Cw: It's just fluff, a few swear words

He was already having a bad day, the full moon looming close, only two days away. His day started at 5:30, with James throwing around his quidditch equipment, claiming he was late for his daily training. Then when he finally managed to fall back asleep, he didn't hear his alarm go off, making him late for potions, his least favourite subject. Thankfully Slughorn didn't give him a hard time, unlike Snape, who had made fun of his brewing abilities. And no matter how much Lily had helped him to finish and pass the assignment, his mood hadn't improved; it actually soured, thinking he was useless at potions kept distracting him from his other classes. So when lunchtime came, he was in an even worst mood than before.

Remus sits next to Sirius, who is excitedly talking with James, Marlene and Peter. He pinches his nose, feeling a headache growing at his temples. His eyes open to see his girlfriend talking with Adam, a Ravenclaw he is sure has had a crush on the sweet girl since first year. His brow furrows as he watches the boy touch her arm in what appears to be more than a friendly gesture.

He stands up, ready to stomp his way over there and give the blonde boy a piece of his mind. Before he can take a step, James' voice interrupts him.

"Where are you going, Moony?"

The curly-haired boy turns around to see where his friend's eyes were directed.

"Moons," James turns back to him "You're going to be upset if you go over there and cause a scene."

"No, I'm not."

"The full moon is in two days." James gives him a knowing look that makes him sit back down. Remus knows that in the days before the full moon, he becomes irritable and explosive when pushed.

"I hate that guy." His eyes roll as an unpleasant look forms on his face. "He is always all over her, and she is too fucking nice to tell him to sod off."

"I know." James' voice is gentle in understanding. "If it makes you feel better, I'll knock off his broom next week when we play against Ravenclaw." A mischievous smile forms on his face.

Remus can't help his own smile at his friend's attempt at making him feel better; and at the image of Adam falling off his broom too.

"Sure, just make it look like an accident."

"I'm the best at making things seem like accidents." The boy gives him a wink before he takes a sip of his juice.

His eyes divert back to the pair, who are still talking by the entrance of the Great Hall. Remus' patience seems to wear out even faster when he sees the stiffness of her body. She's still smiling, but as time goes on, it seems more forced; she keeps moving her body to the Gryffindor table, clearly trying to end the conversation. But as the blonde keeps talking, she returns to her previous place just to do this awkward dance again. Deciding he's had enough, Remus gets up and stomps to them.

"Hey, love." His voice is sweet, unlike his eyes that send a murderous glance to Adam.

"Remus!" She turns to him, a smile plastered on her face. She opens her arms and hugs his neck, pulling him down to her height. "Get me out of here." She whispers in his ear.

Remus breaks the hug and smiles down at her as he tucks a rouge strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yes, hello, Remus." Says Adam through tight lips.

"Yes. Hi. I'm going to take my girlfriend away now, goodbye." He quickly turns on his heels, pulling her with him.

"Remus! That was rude!" She chastises him in a low voice when they are far away from the boy who is standing in his spot, mouth agape.

"I don't care." He grunts. "Come on, I know you're hungry. I saved you a spot." He turns to her with a smile.

With a sigh and shake of her head, they arrive at the table. Remus pulls out her chair so she can sit and then takes his own sit.

"Stop being cute, I'm trying to be upset with you."

"I'm not being cute, I'm just trying to take care of you." He grabs her hand and kisses it, making her grunt and hide her face with her other hand.

"This is being cute, Lupin." Accusing eyes stare at him. "You were rude to Adam."

"The bastard was making you uncomfortable."

"He wasn't making me uncomfortable."

"He wasn't letting you leave." He says in a knowing voice.

"Okay, he wasn't." She concedes. "But, he was just being friendly." Her statement is met with a snort and a roll of Remus' eyes. "You're just jealous."

"I am." He says easily as he leans on her shoulder, letting his nose tangle in her hair. "You'd be jealous too if you had the most amazing woman all to yourself." She giggles, making him smile.

"I have the most amazing guy, though." Her hand finds the back of his head.

"I'm sorry I was mean, I get possessive sometimes." His soft voice reaches her ears.

"I like how possessive you are, but maybe next time be a little bit nicer." He takes a deep breath, inhaling her scent, allowing it to calm him.

"I'll try when it's not so close to the full moon." He pulls back just enough to kiss her lips.

"Are you guys going to eat each other instead of the food, or what?" Sirius' voice makes them pull apart.

"Shut up, pads. They're having a moment." James interrupts his teasing, making her laugh. Everything seems to be better now, maybe he just needed her to turn his bad day good.

can i request grumpy x sunshine with remus pls!! maybe he’s the grumpy one but reader is just sweet and full of love and he adores them for it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 congrats on 2k!!!

summary: remus is mean to his friends but totally soft with you

fem!reader 0.5k words

You’re almost at the pub when Remus calls you. You answer your phone embarrassingly fast.

“Remus?”

You hear a collection of sounds on the other end of the line, something that sounds like James’s roaring laughter, and a rippling of voices and music in the background.

“Hi, dove.”

He sounds agitated. Annoyed. You frown.

“Are you okay, baby?” You ask.

“I’m fine, just—“ Remus cuts himself off to sigh frustratedly. His voice goes muffled like he’s pulled his phone away from his ear. “Shut up, Sirius, please.”

There’s a scuffling on the line that sounds suspiciously like Remus shoving Sirius, followed by Sirius’s voice saying, “Hey!”

Another sigh and then Remus’s voice is back and clear again. “Sorry, angel. Sirius is being a twat. James, too. How long til you get here?”

There’s a smidge of desperation in his tone that you don’t miss.

“I’m nearly there,” you say, and quicken your pace. “I’ll be two minutes, tops.”

“Will you stay on the phone with me til then?” He asks, quiet enough that you know he’s hoping he won’t be heard by his friends. “Otherwise I think I might punch someone in the face.”

You giggle. If anyone else heard him say it they’d think he was serious, but you know he’s not. Not yet, anyway.

“Of course.”

Remus doesn’t have to endure his annoying friends for much longer. You arrive in a flurry of smiles and a kiss on the cheek each for his friends. Then you turn on him and beam and you look so pretty Remus forgets to frown.

“Hi, Remus,” you say, even though you just hung up from being on the phone with him seconds ago.

“Hi, angel,” he says back, half as enthusiastic but twice as fond.

Remus feels like the luckiest guy alive when you move to stand over him and press your smiling mouth to his, in your lovely dress covered in daisies and your eyes all bright and pretty. You taste like strawberry lip balm. He pulls you down for another kiss before you can get away, his big hand spread over your waist. You giggle against his lips and he thinks you’re the loveliest girl he’s ever met.

He’s smiling as you take your seat, though he’s trying to hide it from James and Sirius. It doesn’t work. They see the way he’s looking at you, the way he pulls you as close as humanly possible. They see his smile, even though it’s small.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” James says seriously, leaning forward over the table on his elbows. “You’ve gone and turned him into a whole different man.”

Sirius laughs loud. It irks Remus more than it should.

“Shove off, Prongs,” he says, but it comes out weaker than he’d meant because you’re trailing your soft fingers over his forearm, your touch setting his skin alight.

“See what I mean?” says James gleefully. “You should’ve seen him before you got here, I thought he was gonna bite my head off.”

Remus glares. “I still will.”

James guffaws. “No, you won’t.”

“Leave him alone, James,” you say, sounding about as mean as Remus has ever heard you, which isn’t really very mean at all. But you’ve tightened your grip on his arm and you’re pouting at James.

Maybe Remus won’t bite James’ head off. For your sake.

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please more shy!reader with rockstar remus i’m foaming at the mouth

big scary rockstar gone soft tells u off for neglecting yourself ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1k words

Being a roadie is interesting.

Though roadie can feel generous – you're not a tech, you don't move things, but you're basically the unofficial errand girl. You learn to navigate cities you've never been to before and to mend things in a pinch. You always know where everything is, all the time. If a techie can't find something, they come to you. 

You don't learn to talk to people. A year on the road and everybody knows now to just tell you what they need without any small talk. Everybody except Remus. 

"Dove," he says as soon as he sees you, an empty room between you, "how are you? You look tired." 

You set the guitar strap in your hand onto the desk. The room is a riot of equipment, coats, rucksacks and drinks and food and ashtrays, and you suppose you fit in well – you're a mess, simply put. Wearing the shirt you'd slept in and jeans with a bleach stain up the side, your hair rumpled and pulled back from your face. Of course he'd come to find you now. 

"I'm okay," you say. 

Remus weaves through mess to sit on the table opposite you, legs so long they don't leave the ground. "Good. Are you sleeping okay?" 

You shake your head and hold up Sirius guitar strap. "It's… finicky."

Remus narrows his eyes. "I told him to throw it away." 

You nod with a needle held between your lips for a second while you snip a new thread. "He says it's lucky," you murmur, taking the needle back into your hand. 

"It's disgusting. You don't have to do that."

"Show's in an hour." 

"I know. You look like you haven't slept since the last one." 

You haven't. You don't feel very happy that he's noticed it, though, and you frown. 

"Is there something you wanted, Remus?" you ask with as little emotion as possible. Silly to be upset. Sillier to show it. 

"To see you." 

You stab yourself in the hand with your needle and gasp. "Shit." 

Remus jumps down from the table and is quick at your side. A fat bead of blood wells and trickles down your finger, further soiling the guitar strap in your lap. 

Your eyes go wide at getting blood on Sirius' things and Remus takes it for something else. 

"Hey, it's okay. Let me see," Remus says softly. 

It's nothing. A pinprick. Remus takes your hand in his, his palms and fingers calloused from years of playing bass. Still, his touch is achingly gentle. 

"It's nothing," you say sheepishly. 

He hums like he doesn't agree but lets your hand go, sitting on the arm of your big padded chair. He's taller than you to begin with and this new height adds to how intimidating he can be. 

Then, like sun peeking through low clouds, the suggestion of a smile. A reluctant one, for sure.

"You have to take care of yourself," he says, a short fall from stern. 

"I do." 

"No, listen. I'm not kidding around. You need to sleep. You need to rest."

You swallow around a lump in your throat and shrug. "This is my job. I'm on shift right now, so if someone wants me to-" 

"Sure, but what about this morning? I know you don't start until two. If you can honestly tell me you were having time to yourself before two, then I'll leave you alone." 

You can't honestly tell him that. 

Remus works the guitar strap out of your hand and moves it to the end of the desk where you can't reach, looking down at you all homespun and handsome, eyes edged in the tiniest hints of dark stage makeup, his hair tousled and perfect. There's a bemused edge to his telling off that you don't miss. 

"Sleep deprivation will make you sick. And then who am I gonna have to talk to before the shows? James?" 

"Mean," you say. 

"He can handle it." 

Remus takes your wrist into his hand and ducks down so you're forced to look at his face. His smell drifts towards you, woodsmoke and something fresh, something a little odd, like parsley, coriander. You take a very deep breath. 

"I need you to be good," he says. 

Your eyes go wide. 

"Are you good?" he asks. 

You realise he isn't saying good as in well-behaved, but good as in healthy. The heat is already there, your cheeks flushed, embarrassed to have assumed the wrong meaning. Your pulse jackhammers under your skin. 

"I'm fine," you whisper. 

He tilts his head, hair falling across his forehead. "We can do better than fine." 

When did we become a we? you ask yourself. 

He massages your wrist. You gaze up at his expression hoping it might reveal the right answer, what you're supposed to say; he's impassive and you're speechless. 

Remus doesn't need any words, apparently. He sidles closer on the chair and tugs your arm slowly over his thigh until your head is pressed to his ribcage. His thumb pushes against your palm, his fingers finally thread through yours. 

Maybe you don't need to say anything, either. You close your eyes and let yourself relax against his warm torso. A thousand sounds echo outside of the room – metal scratching and dragging and last minute sound checks. It all fades to white noise as Remus drops the side of his head against your crown. 

"Can't believe he had you fixing that thing. It's disgusting," he murmurs. 

"It's 'vintage,'" you quote. 

"Even if it were, it's a biohazard." 

You flex your fingers where they rest between his. "And I was just touching it. You're infected," you whisper teasingly, lethargy loosening your tongue. 

Remus laughs a startled laugh and squeezes your hand tighter. "I can deal with that." 

Thighs

Remus Lupin was known as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, with some admires from 7th year females, due to his gentlemanly habits and soft looks that seems to stay permanently in his eyes. But of course, he was taken, by you. A sibling of James Potter, best friend of Sirius Black, and teachers aid that travels between classes. You and Remus have been married for a few years now, having been together since their 5th year all that time ago.

At the moment, Remus is teaching a class with you sat all nice on his desk, with your nose in a book. You had some admirers as well, some male and female students that had a small school crush on you. Only because of how parental you could be and how much you related to them in some ways. As the older man teaches, his eyes keep flickering over to you, your legs crossed and thighs looking so nice in your pants. Your teaching Cape short and a nice violet color, a color that looked amazing on you.

Two nights prior was the full moon, so the love-sick werewolf was still on the tired side, luckily the full moons aren't to bad with you nearby. His wolf side loves you and luckily, you are an animagus, a cat to be frank. The fur matches your hair, with the same eyes your human form holds. You also stayed in his classroom before and after the full moon for a week straight, of course the other teachers know, and know of your relationship so no one minds. Except for Snape, but... He's Snape.. so... Anything that has to do with Remus he hates. Moving on!

As the class ends, Remus was done for the day. It was about 2 hours before dinner so this class was his final one for the day. He waits patiently with his usual soft smile, hiding his pain, and watches as his final batch of students leave. You raise your head from your book, your quill between your pointer finger and thumb from underlining important sentences in your book as the children file out of the room quickly. You give them all a smile at they leave and get off of Remus' desk, ready to help him relax.

The tired man turns to you and his smile falters slightly showing how hard he's fighting to stay standing with his perfect posture.

"Come here my love" Remus does as told and goes to you, his hands finding solitude on your hips.

"Let's go to your room, so you can relax a bit before dinner."

"I have to grade papers Dove"

"You can do that tomorrow, it is Friday after all" you speak softly to your love as he nods. You lead him up the creeky stairs up to your shared room. You both move through his office and into a door to the side, your bedroom. A moving photo of Sirius and James sat beside the bed. The room held earthy tones that you both loved, it was slightly messy with the bed undone and some book piles laid through the room. You help Remus get more comfortable, helping him take his shoes off and his belt off. His eyes watch your hands, knowing of the innocent handling you're currently doing to him.

You do the same, getting more comfortable before laying on the bed, him following you. Remus lays his head in his chest but can't seem to get comfortable for a long period of time. He slowly moves down, resting his head on your stomach, with your breathing his head moves up and down. So definitely not.

His head reaches your thighs and he goes between your legs laying on his back with your thighs on either side of the head. He lets out a small sigh, a sigh that sounded similar to a dog after a long day of naps.

"Comfy?"

"Very comfy my dove" you reach down and begin to gently play with his hair.

Remus Lupin

Key

🌶️ ~ Spice/Smut

💢 ~ angst

🩷 ~ fluff

One Shots

Thighs🩷

Remus laying on his loves thighs

Reader

Remus found you reading a certain scene

I'm thinking of another one shot idea.

So ___ x reader!reader

Remus or Carl walk in on her reading with a blank face, she hides her book once they come in, they take it and it leads to a smut. I'm just stuck in which one to write about...

Hey everyone! Someone mentioned being tagged once my new fic comes out, and that had me thinking.

If I made a tag list who would want to be on it?

If you want me to be tagged in any one-shot posts I made, please comment on this so I can make sure you guys are one of the first to see ANY fic I make.

Also! If you want, I can have two separate tag lists depending on the characters. One for Remus and one for Carl. If you're interested, let me know:)

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Remus!!!

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remus and reader get into a fight and then he gets super clingy afterwards and it’s just fluffy <33🙏🙏🙏

omg this is perfect!!

I kinda get “Mine (Taylor’s Version)” vibes because the album just came out. thank you for requesting this

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary: you and Remus get into a fight about his lycanthropy.

warnings: angst to fluff, insecure remus. use of y/n and not proof read, because I’m lazy lol.

pairings: remus lupin x reader

“This is not up for discussion,” Remus said, curtly.

You huffed, looking at him like he was crazy. The situation you were in was tough, but all you wanted to do was make sure he was okay. You had suggested that you help Remus with his full moons. Remus argued it was too dangerous for you and that he wanted to keep you safe. The lycanthrope though he was a monster and would hurt you if given the chance.

And Remus would not let the wolf get the chance.

“Why? Not? I want to be around. I want to help you,” you said. You knew it was stubborn — deep down. You weren’t an animagus like James, Sirius, and Peter. But you were training with Madame Pomphrey to become a nurse.

“You can’t be around at night. I could hurt you. I’m a monster!” He argued, just as stubborn as you.

“Remus, you are not a monster! What if you get badly hurt and I’m not there to help you in time?” You argued, tears coming to your eyes.

“It’s not your job to be there. You don’t need to be there! Maybe I don’t want you there, have you ever thought about that?!” Remus snapped.

Thunder crashed outside in the storm, as lighting stuck in the distance. A tear fell from your right eye and you quickly wiped it away. You needed to get out of your dorm. You needed to be away from him.

“You know, pushing me away is what is actually hurting me. What you just said, hurt me,” you replied, wiping away tears. You then stormed out of your dorm room and out of the Gryffindor common room.

And I remember that night 2:30 am, as everything was slipping right out of our hands.

I ran out crying, and you followed me out into the street.

Remus followed you immediately after you left. You ran out into the court yard and rain was pouring down upon you. You caught your breath, thinking this was the end. You felt that that Remus was going to push you away so much that you would lose him.

Braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause it’s all I’ve ever know.

“Y/n wait!” Remus shouted. He caught up with you and you both were getting soaked from the rain.

You turned to him and looked into his eyes sadly. He continued to speak. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you away. I love you and I know you want to make sure I’m okay. But you’re safety is important to me,” Remus confessed.

And you took me by surprise. You said “I’ll never leave you alone”

“You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine,” Remus said, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you Remus. I don’t want you to feel insecure around me or feel like you don’t deserve love. You are not a monster and I will always be around to help you. In whatever way makes you the most comfortable,” you replied, catching his lips in a kiss.

Remus returned the kiss, passionately. The rain making the moment ever more romantic. There were undeniable sparks flying between the two of you.

He knew he never wanted to let you go again. Remus would never push you away after that night. He clung onto you as much as he could.

Once you were both dried off and snuggled in your bed, Remus had his arms protectively around your waist. Your head was snuggled into his chest.

“I never want to let you go,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head and resting his chin on your forehead.

“Then don’t, because I’m never letting you go,” you replied, smelling his warm cotton knitted sweater. He smelled of chocolate and cigarettes. It was comforting and warm. The two of you eventually fell asleep in each others arms, waking up the next day in the same cuddled position.

A/n- I loved writing this!!!! Remus is the loml. Please send me more requests, I enjoy receiving them <3

I love it

Ok what about a lil fic of Remus being snappy with his gf leading up to the full moon? Just some angst and then fluffy ending with them reconciling

thank u for ur request! —remus says something he shouldn't before the full moon, and later campaigns for your forgiveness with affection and a confession. fem!reader, 1.2k

Remus lays on the couch with his forearm pressed to his eyes. It's the day before the full moon, and he feels the hours approaching like a death sentence every time. You hover in the doorway, watching, unsure of how to help. He gets the same every month (or rather, every cycle). 

Irritable. So anxious he can't breathe properly, let alone enter conversation. 

You hate seeing him like this. Your Remus, who spends every moment you're together trying to make sure you're as happy as you can be. 

Cautious, you round the sofa to crouch by his face. You hold out your hand, trailing a gentle fingertip down the length of his arm, tripping over pinched skin ridged by scars. He's beautiful no matter what, but he gets insecure about how he looks every full moon. You know he thinks he's a monster. You've no way to prove it to him beyond this. 

"Hey, handsome," you say softly. "I know you're not hungry, but I made dinner anyway if you feel up to it. And I know," —you drop your voice to a near whisper— "I know you're not in the mood, but I'm here. I can sit here and stroke your hair in silence all night if that's what you want, my love. I'll do whatever you want." 

"Then leave me alone," he says. 

Half snap, half firm defeat. You wince at the ire in his voice. It won't ever be nice to have someone you love speak to you like you're getting on their nerves, but you know what it is he's facing. You know this is hard for him to cope with. You can forgive him for everything if he makes it through this in one piece. 

"Okay. I'm sorry. I love you, Remus." 

He turns his head toward the sofa cushions. 

You leave the room with a heavy heart. In the kitchen, you try to eat, but every mouthful makes you feel sick, your eyes welling with tears as you chew. You're hurt, he's hurting, and this really, really sucks. 

The smell of dinner starts to amplify the nausea. You grab your plate and carry it to the back door, scraping your leftovers straight into the rubbish. You wash your plate and leave it to drip dry on the draining board, your eyes burning. You sniff, wiping your nose in your sleeve. 

You're hoping desperately that Remus will come around before bed, but he stays where he is. Thinking he's finally found sleep and wanting to leave him to that blissful reprieve, you creep through the living room and down the hallway into the bedroom. Tears fall as you change into your pyjamas. You're so tired that you barely have time to cry yourself to sleep. 

You're not sure how much longer it is when you wake. A familiar hand cups your cheek. 

From the warmth of your skin, he's had his hand there for a while. 

"I'm so sorry," Remus says. 

You don't know how he knows you're awake. He must have been watching you long enough to spot the difference. Honestly, you're not sure you want to see him yet, because you love him so much, and it breaks your heart to be at the end of his disdain even when you know the cause. 

You struggle to see him in the dark. 

"I should never have spoken to you like that." 

Your eyes close of their own accord, exhausted and sore from crying. "You didn't mean it." 

"I wish you'd shout at me," he murmurs, sliding his hand over your ear. His thumb draws along the shell of your ear. 

"I'm too tired," you mumble. 

Remus' head shifts closer to yours. Sharing the same pillow, his hand falls to your shoulder, his arm wrapping around you, a firm bicep pressed to your front. 

You let yourself lean into it. His breath warms the space between your brows. 

"It's no excuse, but I… I can't think of anything else but the pain, sometimes. I get so angry about it, because I'm–" He stops short, swallowing audibly in the otherwise silent room. "I'm scared. But I would be a hundred times more terrified if I didn't have you, knowing you're there for me, unflinchingly, before and after it happens, it helps me get through it. It's not fair that you give me so much peace and I just… 

"I'm sorry, dove. I don't mean to take advantage of your… heart." He says heart like he's been winded. He hadn't sounded finished, but everything stops at that word. 

You force your eyes open. He's looking at you with an unspeakable amount of love, kind to keel you over if you were standing. His eyes are pitch black in the lack of light, irises melded with pupils, giving him an even sorrier gaze. You raise a sluggish hand to his where it rests behind your back and pull it back to your face. You miss his touch. 

"I love you," you say. 

"I know," he says, his jaw tensing in an attempt to stage off tears. "I love you, too." You watch them collect in the corners of his eyes, following one as it slides to rest in the dip of his nose bridge while he lies on his side like this. 

"So don't be sorry." 

"But I am sorry. I can't fathom why I think it's okay to treat you that way." 

"You don't think at all, Remus. I'm not being flippant, but you're busy worrying about the worst of it." You shake your head gently. His hand twitches against your cheek. "I don't blame you." 

"I know," he utters. 

You stare up at him as he sits enough to tower over you. His smile is sorry, in love and ashamed. You want to tell him how it doesn't matter, that it's okay, but you're thinking maybe you need him to say it first. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Remus, you only told me to leave you alone." 

"I need you to know that any other time, you're all that I want. You're everything. I couldn't ask for more than you. Please don't think I'm cruel," he pleads in a whisper. 

You lift your chin incrementally. "I'd never think that." 

His apology kiss is coddling. Like he's worried he'll hurt you, like he's holding back, he kisses you like you can't handle more than a chaste press of the lips. 

"I love you," he says into it. 

You lift your head to kiss him harder. You love him, and you won't break. You can be exactly as strong as he needs you to be, so long as love waits at the end of the night. 

"I love you." A huff of a laugh escapes him. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" Caution has his joke falling flat.

You nuzzle your cheek against his, knowing you'd forgiven him just as soon as he'd snapped. "If you let me stroke your hair. Did you eat your dinner?" 

"I'll eat it tomorrow," he says. A white lie, you both know, but he slides down further under the sheets so you can reach his head. 

You card your fingers through his hair until you've both fallen asleep. 

Do I make you nervous?

Remus Lupin x fem!Reader

I was over at my boyfriend, Remus' house, in hopes of spending some time with him since he's been busy with school work. But it's been a couple of hours and he still hasn't given me any attention. "Remmy," I said, trying to get him to look up from what he was reading.

"Remus." I said again, after he ignored me the first time.

"Yes, love?" He asked, spinning around in his chair.

"Hi," I said, now realizing I had no idea what to say.

"Is that all?" he questioned, a confused expression painted on his face.

"Can you pay attention to me. Pretty please?" I implored him, giving him my best puppy dog look.

"Come here darling," he said, stretching his arms out for me.

I got up from his bed, walking over towards him, taking a seat on his lap as his arms wrapped around me. He spun back around, resting his chin on my shoulder so he could continue to read his paper. "Remmy." I whined, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry love, but I have to finish this, then I'm all yours, I promise."

I let out a sigh, before getting off his lap and walking over to his bookshelf, grabbing the first book I saw and going back to his bed.

An hour has passed, and my body was sprawled out across his bed, the duvet was soft against my skin as I struggled to stay focused on the book. Since my eyes kept adverting back to Remus, who was still sitting at his desk working on a English paper. I let the book fall shut with a frustrated sigh, before tossing it aside and crawling under the duvet, deciding to just go to sleep since I was tired of waiting for him.

A little while later, I woke up to the sound of thunder, groaning in annoyance as I rubbed my face, trying to get my eyes to focus, before looking at the wrist watch, wondering how long I had been sleeping for. I let out a sigh at the fact that it had only been an hour. I sat up, about to yell at Remus again, when I realized that his desk was empty. Growing anxious, I looked around the room once before slumping down into the pillows, pulling the duvet up to my chin.

I attempted to fall back asleep, since it was pretty obvious he wasn't going to give me any attention today. I was half asleep when my eyes shot open, startled by the weight of somebody on top of me. I looked up to be met eye to eye with Remus. He was hovering over me, his arms propping himself up so that he wouldn't completely crush me. "morning babe," he said, chuckling a little at my startled expression.

I looked away, not wanting to see his face since I wanted to be mad at him for ignoring me earlier. "Come on love, look at me," He whined, putting his fingers under my chin, and forcing me to look up at him.

"pretty please," he asked with a pout. When I shifted my eyes away from his, he began kissing my neck and collarbone, trying to get me to give him attention. I tried to hold back a moan as he began to suck and bite down on my neck. "Rem," I said, putting one hand on the back of his head, pushing him more into me.

After a while, he brought his head up from my neck, grabbing my chin once again, his eyes hungrily adverting from my lips to my eyes, as he bit down on his bottom lip. I swallowed on nothing, trying my absolute hardest not to look in his eyes.

He brought his mouth down to my ear, "Do I make you nervous?" He whispered, trying not to laugh. 

"Maybe," I breathed out, feeling my face heat up.

He smiled proudly as he rolled over to my side, getting under the covers as well. "Good," he said, pulling me into his chest, as he closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to cuddle and to go to sleep.