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“not all men”
you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.
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My Friends/Family: Hey can I see your phone? I need to look something up.
Me, closing like 80+ Ao3 Tabs as fast as I can:
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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
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can you write remus and reader sharing a cigarette together, something about that is just so intimate to me i want to cry
Thanks for requesting babe!
cw: smoking
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 808 words
Remus can feel you looking at him in his periphery. He sighs, sending smoke billowing out into the dark alleyway, even as he feels the corner of his mouth tilt up.
“We’re terrible influences on you,” he says.
“You’re terrible influences,” James corrects him, standing upwind and looking at him and Sirius like they’re contagious. “I am nothing but good to her.”
“Come on.” You grin at Remus, and yeah, that mischief in your eyes is definitely a result of spending too much time with their bunch. “I just wanna try.”
Lately, you’ve been campaigning for a cig every time he’s having one. You’d never thought about it before you had friends who smoked, but now you’re curious, and he and Sirius’ regular smoke breaks don’t help matters. If Remus was a better friend, he’d show more restraint.
“Mm, ‘fraid this is my last one,” he says, not lying but definitely not upset about it.
You roll your eyes. “Sirius?”
The glow of Sirius’ cherry lights his eyes with a smug amusement. “Don’t look at me, doll. He’ll be pissy if I give you one.”
Remus has to suppress a grin when you turn back to him, arms crossed over your chest. “Really? I could just go get a pack on my own, you know.”
Remus exhales smoke out one side of his mouth, watching you from the corner of his eye as he does. You look back at him, obstinate if a bit playful.
“Fine,” he says. “We can share this one, if you want to try so badly.”
Your expression falters, and he thinks he might have won, your bashfulness about your crush on him overpowering your want, but then challenge glints in your eye and Remus knows he hasn’t. Competitiveness is another thing you’ve picked up from their group (Remus likes to think that’s more James and Sirius than himself), and now once you’ve caught a whiff of a challenge there’s no deterring you.
“Perfect,” you reply brightly.
Remus tries once more. “You sure?”
“Don’t do it,” James cautions you. “You’ll be sending yourself down a path of corruption and lung problems.”
“Just this once,” you promise.
“Just this once,” Remus agrees sternly.
You beckon, and he taps the ash off the end of his cigarette, reluctantly passing it to you. You take it between your thumb and forefinger and lift it to your lips.
“Just take a shallow breath,” Remus warns.
You do, the cherry glowing only dimly as you inhale cautiously. Good girl, he thinks to himself. You blow out the smoke just as slowly, features tightening as you try to keep from coughing.
Sirius laughs at the obvious strain, and a small cough escapes you. They all clap, Sirius still chuckling and Remus with a small, begrudging smile on his face.
“That’s actually not so bad,” you say, somewhat croakily.
“Oh? Happy to hear it.” Remus takes the cig back from you, putting it to his own lips again and trying not to think about how yours were just on it. It’s not the first time he’s shared a cigarette, but somehow with you it feels different. He has an inkling as to why.
As he takes it away from his mouth, you reach for it again.
He dodges you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I want another,” you say.
“No.”
“What?” A laugh trips off your tongue, and Remus holds the cigarette aloft as you make another grab for it. “Come on, you said we’d share!”
“I’m not done with my turn yet,” he says, taking a hearty drag.
“You’re going to finish it off before I can have any!”
“Don’t know what you mean.”
You reach for it again, and this time Remus doesn’t put up as much of a fight, letting you pluck the cigarette from his mouth. If the side of your index finger grazes his upper lip, he certainly doesn’t notice.
You’re bolder this time, exhaling some of your air before breathing in. The cherry glows a fiery orange, and Remus feels his brow furrow.
“Slower, love,” he murmurs.
You manage not to cough this time, which Remus can tell impresses Sirius as much as it does him, blowing the smoke off to the side like you’ve seen them do a million times. It’s terribly hot.
You keep breathing out even after there’s no smoke left, then inhale, humming contemplatively.
“Sort of aches in your lungs, doesn’t it?”
“That’s the beginning of the end,” James says solemnly. “You’re done for, now.”
“She is not,” Remus chides, swiping the cig from you. “But that’ll be all.” He tuts as you protest, setting his free hand atop your head under the guise of keeping you at bay. “Don’t want to hear it. You’re too lovely to corrupt. I won’t be a part of it.”
That shuts you up.
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"You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?"
~ Taylor Swift (So Long, London) Pairing: wolfstar angst - Rating: G - Write with me!
He couldn't look at him. Couldn't move. Couldn't even properly swallow, as the tears threatened to overcome him. He wanted to scream, to throw things, to rage.
"Fucking- just punch me. Yell at me. Do something, Moony, just-"
But he interrupted Sirius's sobs, his hoarse, disbelieving voice sounding cold. "Snape, Sirius? You told-?" He looked down, slamming his hand on his thigh, clenching his fists so tightly his tired joints screamed in protest. "You said you loved me. You swore-"
"I do-"
He looked up and finally met the gray eyes of the man he thought he could trust with his life. "No. You clearly don't."
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Remus Lupin writing poems about you
the soundtrack for his inspiration
You knew Remus John Lupin was desperately in love with you, but you didn't realise the man was writing poems about you. It was his little secret: he kept his own notebook full of his words. Writing about how much he adored your eyes, smile, voice, and basically everything about you. He'd do anything to keep it a secret. Remus was a man with a plan; he would keep it a secret until you got married, after which he would give you the notebook and read you his poetry every single night. So, in his lovely notebook, Remus would pour his heart out for you, dreaming of the day when he could finally reveal his beautiful secret.
So, while you rested on his chest and he was writing something in his notebook, you questioned him softly, "What's that, Remmy?". He caressed your head while saying, "Nothing love, don't worry". He was a man with a plan after all.
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“You said you didn’t want to lose me but you weren’t even trying to keep me.”
— Unknown
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Casue fuck it i was in love
fuck you if i can’t have us
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