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best believe i was kicking my feet <33

hiiii, i love your writing so so much !! i know you don't do shy!reader too much, but could i please request a drabble akin to the vibes of the music drabble? where sirius and his introverted s/o are at a party and he helps draw her out of her shell? <33

hiya darling, thank you for requesting<33 believe it or not, i had a rather similar drabble abandoned in my drafts actually, so i just edited that for you xx

wc: 1.1k

cw: gn!reader, implied introverted or shy reader, friends to lovers, fresh relationship, physical intimacy, teasing, alcohol, fluff, reader pov

“You don't even like that stuff.”

Sirius’ voice over your shoulder startles you. Some flyaway strands fall into your vision as you lean your head back, your eyes searching for his. You are greeted with the sight of Sirius’ arms encasing the spot you’re hiding in on the sofa, his dark tattoos dancing up his biceps as they flex.

He grins at you, nodding at the wine glass you’re holding onto for dear life.

“Hi there,” you whisper. “What?”

He chuckles, eyes crinkling as he looks at you. “Are you struggling to hear because you’re anxious, or have you had too much to drink already?”

You almost shrink at that, looking around to see if anyone caught his confession on your behalf. Mary’s housewarming party continues on as if nothing had happened - possibly because nothing had - with all of your friends gathered in groups of three or more. There’s some calmer clusters, like the one Remus, Pandora and Regulus have formed, chatting idly over their glasses, while others are more typical party-esque, like Marlene and Barty currently partaking in a drinking contest.

Your eyes flicker back to Sirius, who has been patiently watching you. Before you could reply he whispers, “Just anxious, then. Don’t worry doll, they’re not watching. Not like that at least.”

He rounds the sofa to come sit beside you, his skirt riding up to show more of his lean thighs. You instantly lean into his side, seeking warmth – not necessarily in any physical sense, considering how cold he runs, but just the emotionally warming, soothing presence that is Sirius.

“I’m not anxious, just jittery,” you mumble, feeling found out. You take another sip of your glass of white wine, fighting back a grimace. “Trying to get into the party.”

He looks wildly entertained by you as he hums in faux agreement. “Do you know why I love parties, darling?”

You eye him curiously, a creeping sensation coming over you that you’re about to be made a joke of. The glint in his silver irises makes it impossible to be angry with him for that. “You’ve given me a hundred reasons over the years, I believe. Which one are you referring to now?”

With Sirius by your side, it was easier to find your footing enough to banter, a fact that always seemed to make him extra chuffed.

“The people,” he replies simply, grinning. “Now, I know those can be scary and intimidating. I also happen to know that at this party, the people are mostly folks you already love. And want to spend time with, yeah? Can’t do that from the corner of this sofa.”

Had he been anyone else, you might have saved by face by pressing your lips together and trying to summon the strength to face both the literal and metaphorical music. Alas, he isn’t. He is what you’re starting to properly realise is your Sirius.

So instead, you let out a small groan and abandon your wine glass on the table in favour of hiding your face in the junction between his neck and shoulder as his arm rests on top of the sofa behind you. His mouth is close to your ear when he barks a laugh at your antics, making your head swim with the noise of him quite pleasantly.

“I love it when you acknowledge I’m right,” Sirius brags. Even so, his hand sneaks up to rest safely against the small of your back, thumb drawing circles. “I mean, I always am of course, but I do so appreciate when you see it as well.”

“You’re not right, you just know me.” Your quarrel comes out not nearly as petulant as you intended. When your nose is flooded with the smell of his body wash and curl cream, you can’t ever truly have a gripe with him. 

Sirius apparently doesn’t feel like quipping back either. You feel yourself being further enveloped as he pulls you closer and presses his lips softly to your hairline. He wore his hair loose today, so his curls come down around you like a curtain, and you know that if you don’t act soon, you’re going to want to hide away in him forever.

You lean back slightly to look up at him. Your knees must be digging uncomfortably into his thighs in this position, but his face bears no sign of it.

“I do know you,” he murmurs, hand gliding over the back of your head before settling on the side of your neck. “Which is why I know you will have a great time if you ditch the poison you’re drinking in favour of one of the sugary ones I know you like, and come have a chinwag with your friends.”

Your lips curl up on their own accord at the tone in his voice. You’ll never understand how he can combine teasing and loving so effortlessly in a way that only ever hits the sweetest spots in you.

“You’re right,” you mumble, rolling your eyes half-heartedly at the wolfish grin he puts on at the words. “Sorry, I’m just overthinking again.”

Sirius furrows his brows. They’re such a beautifully stark contrast on his face – sleek, magnetic black against porcelain skin – that they almost distract you from what he says. 

“Now where did you get that idea from? Love, if you wanted to leave, I would carry you out the door myself. I just so happen to know that you love these twats as much as I do and would be disappointed if you went home without updating Moony on that book you’re reading.” His smile takes on a softer look as he brushes his thumb over your jaw. “Don't apologise. I don’t mind being the one to coax you out of your shell. I quite enjoy it, actually.”

You positively melt in his arms, feeling entirely safe and cared for in ways you could never have expected from your old friend turned lover. “You have a way with words, do you know that?”

“I’ve been told from time to time,” Sirius says flippantly, winking at you. “But all compliments sound sweeter coming from you.”

You throw a quick glance around you to check if anyone’s watching the two of you – old habit; one that clearly amuses Sirius – before leaning in to press your lips lovingly against his cold ones. Sirius smiles against you, kissing you back in that slow, measured way of his that makes your head spin.

Your eyes are still closed when he pulls away to lean his forehead against yours, squeezing up and down your arms absentmindedly to ground you. “Come on, love, I’ll make you something you actually want to drink.”

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ahhhhh chan!! how i've missed you and these sweet messages of yours, thank you so much for brightening my day<33 i feel like this fic is akin to a hidden gem in my masterlist, it's for sure one of my favourites:,)) so it means a lot to hear it matters to you too 🫂

the lupin cottage is one of my favourite places to write about, it's just such a unique atmosphere that inexplicably breaks and heals me at the same time. i'm very happy to hear that it translates.

as always, i'm sending you the biggest hug for this adorable message xx

Cariiiiina, love!

Congratulations on this amazing milestone, I am so so so proud of you! It’s a well deserved achievement and I really love your celebration event. (So sweet like you!)

I love your writing, your ideas, your thoughts! Just as I love the warmth of your blog and how sweet the insights about you and your wife are! Truly lovely people here! And that’s why so many lovely people gathered here!

A toast to you, and for the next deserved milestones on the way!

I wanted to ask if I could request a domestic Argue? With 49 family photos + 74 vhs tapes? With precious Remus Moony Lupin?

I thought of f!reader, and something along the lines of „as happy as the photos make it seem, the times weren’t happy. It was sad / hard and hurtful“ (could be applied to both/ one of them, whatever you think suits best!)

Thanks for considering! Lots of love, and congratulations!

- Lel

hi lel!! thank you so immensely much<33 you are just such an angel, i appreciate your enthusiasm and kind words so much 😭🤍 i'm glad my blog comes across the way i hope, big hugs to you xx loved this prompt:,)

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i will ARGUE for prompt 49 "family photos" and prompt 74 "vhs tapes" with remus lupin

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: established relationship, references to the war but not canon-compliant, melancholic, sweet fluffy hurt/comfort, referenced fertility struggles (hope&lyall) remus' self-loathing, lycanthropy

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The Lupin Cottage was quiet in a way you had never experienced before.

Sitting cross-legged in a plush armchair in the reading room on the second floor, you stared out the window. You could see how harshly the wind was treating the trees and you knew the walls of the narrow home were not thick, yet you couldn't hear a thing. You wondered if Lyall had set up a spell of some kind.

Despite the silence, the house was talkative, always alerting you to the other inhabitants' movements. The creaking by the doorway made you turn your head over the shoulder to see Remus leaning against the doorframe with a wistful smile.

"Hi, cariad," you greeted cheekily, smiling around the nickname his mother calls him. "You found me."

Remus huffed a laugh as he looked down, pushing off the doorframe and leaning on his indoor cane as he moved to sit in the chair across from yours. "Was wondering where ya ran off to. My mother hasn't scared you off already, has she?"

You shook your head with a small smile even before you could think of what to say.

This was your first time meeting Remus' parents properly – you had seen them in the passing on the platform or in doorways over your years at Hogwarts, but with the way the war immediately picked up after graduation, you were unable to spend an extended period of time with them. To be with them for the month of January now felt like a blessing; one you didn't take lightly.

"Hope is lovely, she could never scare me off," you assured Remus, holding his gaze to ensure he knew you meant it. "I just wanted to look through the house and found this room. It's sweet, I really like it."

You looked over the room, the shelves on shelves filled with worn out books, seemingly passed down over generations. There was a small fireplace and an even smaller television, beyond outdated but with a few VHS tapes and movies stacked beneath it that indicated it still worked. It was cozy, the exact thing you would have imagined the Lupins having.

When you looked back at Remus he was still looking at you, a deep look in his eyes. A bit haunted, but no less loving. Loving. You counted your lucky stars that you got to keep the man you loved.

"I'm glad you like it," he all but whispered. "It was my favourite growing up. It was actually supposed to be a bedroom for any potential younger siblings, but, well, that didn't work out, did it?"

There was more guilt than grief in his voice and you furrowed your brows, reaching out across the small space to give him your hand. He took it with a small smile, intertwining your fingers and squeezing.

You already knew why he didn't have any younger siblings; his parents struggled with even conceiving him and kept trying after he was born. They gave up the day he was bit.

"I can tell it's been well-loved. That's a good thing."

Another squeeze of your hand. "It is."

A look came over Remus' face, as if he remembered something. "Mum wanted us to keep our sentimentals in here, to make sure it remained a room of love. If you want, there should be a box over by the television. You can bring it over.”

Anyone else might not have been able to read the vulnerability in Remus’ voice, but you knew him better than that by now. “I would love to,” you said reassuringly, letting his hand go in favour of placing it on his shoulder as you passed.

The wide TV stood on top of a small shelf filled with DVDs and VHS tapes – some of which had handwriting on them, you could barely make out words like WEDDING and REMUS BIRTHDAY. Beside them were compartments with boxes of various contents, but you understood which one he meant by the look of it. There were tracks in the dust on top of it, showing that it was taken out semi-frequently, and you could see some pictures through the holes near the top.

Sliding it out of the shelf was no problem, but it was much heavier than anticipated, causing you to laugh at yourself as you carried it over. Remus was looking at you bemusedly and you just flashed him a bright smile and climbed up onto his chair, sitting on the armrest and placing the box in his lap by your feet.

“Show me. Please.” Your voice was quiet and earnest, laden in love and smiles as you looked at him.

You could swear you saw the tips of his freckled ears grow red at the attention, turning his head down towards the box abashedly. 

He brought up a thick photo album with dark brown and gold details on its outside. If the books on the shelves were worn, then this album was well-loved, with fraying edges and some pictures almost falling out. Your fingers itched to cast a preservation spell over it, but that was far from your place. For now, you just wanted him to show you every little detail of who he was and who he became. 

“This one is from when I was quite young – think toddler,” he narrated as he began to flip it open.

Any further explanation he might have had was cut off by the massive coo that escaped you at the sight of the front page. Remus John Lupin, aged 2, wearing a paper crown with his name on it and grinning at a  piece of cake, chocolate frosting on his nose and chin. 

You leaned forward, almost burying your face in the book to see, fighting back tears at the absolute sweetness that was baby Remus. “You were such an adorable baby,” you cooed, tracing the air just above the picture, scared to damage it. “I can’t believe I’ve never seen baby pictures of you before.”

“I was just a normal babe,” he tried to brush it off, redness now creeping from his ears and into his cheeks.

When you turned your face towards his, you were much closer than anticipated, only furthering your grin as you regarded his flustered expression. “No, love. You were adorable.” A quick peck. “Still are.”

You laughed and leaned your head on top of his, encouraging him to continue flipping through the album and showing you. If he was bothered by your teasing, he didn’t show it – on the contrary, one of his hands came to rest around your hip, steadying you, and his thumb traced loving, absentminded circles there. 

As he whispered commentary about the various pictures – Remus in his rain boots, Remus with sheep that wandered into the garden, Remus playing in the sand – and you kept gushing over how adorable he was, you felt gratitude settling comfortably within you. 

He stopped short when he flipped a page; no comments, no reactions, just regarded what he saw. It was an image of Remus, now around the age of 7, back to the camera as he decked the table in a new living room. It was dark, but you could just barely see Lyall in the background, working in the kitchen.

Eventually, he cleared his voice and spoke. “This was when they started taking pictures again.” 

Your grip on him tightened, giving him time and space to feel. You knew what he referred to. Humming in approval, you began pressing kisses to his tawny hair, making sure not to shy away from his touch, but instead lean into him. Show him you were there.

Remus began flipping through again, though his comments were much more sporadic now. You didn’t hold back on your cooing, commenting on his beautiful dimples and his cute I-got-dressed-by-myself-today outfits. His thumb kept going at your hip.

At the sight of an up-close picture of 8 year old Remus smiling awkwardly, as if he wasn’t quite sure how to smile with teeth yet, he stopped once more to trace the line of the scar on his nose. “You know,” he whispered. “Seeing pictures like these is so odd. It was such a painful time, but it didn’t really translate to camera. Sans the scars, I almost seem like a normal kid.”

You drew out the kiss to his hairline so you had time to think of what to say. “You were a normal kid, though. Even with everything, you were always just a sweet boy. Still are.”

He breathed through his nose in a half-laugh, tilting his head up to look at you. “Of course you would think that, you’re in love with me.”

You hummed happily and leaned down to press a sweet kiss to his awaiting, soft lips. “I’m glad you’ve got that right at least,” you murmured before you pulled away, caressing his cheek as you watched him. “I like seeing pictures from then; both before and after. It’s a part of you and I do love every part of you.”

His smile was melancholic but no less genuine. “I will never understand that, I think.”

“You don’t need to, my love. You just need to let me.”

Remus huffed through a smile once more, dragging you closer to him by the arm around your hip and breathing you in. “I’ve never been one to deny you anything, have I?”

“Are you good for looking at more pictures or is it time to go help Hope with dinner?”

Remus regarded you for a second, smile growing. “Look through a few more, my love.”

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of course she drops a perfect fic right after coming back 😭😭❤️ carina i hope you know how much we adore you!!

this made me giggle 😭 thank you so much for saying that my darling, you're a gem xx

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oh, i am so so relieved to have you back! tumblr is never the same without you;( very happy to hear that your wife is getting better and your kitty cat is just adorable, thank you so much for sharing all of this with us 🥰 as you always say, big hugs 💓

you're such a sweetheart, thank you so much for sharing in the love with me<33 sending those big hugs right back at ya xx

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hiiii, i love your writing so so much !! i know you don't do shy!reader too much, but could i please request a drabble akin to the vibes of the music drabble? where sirius and his introverted s/o are at a party and he helps draw her out of her shell? <33

hiya darling, thank you for requesting<33 believe it or not, i had a rather similar drabble abandoned in my drafts actually, so i just edited that for you xx

wc: 1.1k

cw: gn!reader, implied introverted or shy reader, friends to lovers, fresh relationship, physical intimacy, teasing, alcohol, fluff, reader pov

“You don't even like that stuff.”

Sirius’ voice over your shoulder startles you. Some flyaway strands fall into your vision as you lean your head back, your eyes searching for his. You are greeted with the sight of Sirius’ arms encasing the spot you’re hiding in on the sofa, his dark tattoos dancing up his biceps as they flex.

He grins at you, nodding at the wine glass you’re holding onto for dear life.

“Hi there,” you whisper. “What?”

He chuckles, eyes crinkling as he looks at you. “Are you struggling to hear because you’re anxious, or have you had too much to drink already?”

You almost shrink at that, looking around to see if anyone caught his confession on your behalf. Mary’s housewarming party continues on as if nothing had happened - possibly because nothing had - with all of your friends gathered in groups of three or more. There’s some calmer clusters, like the one Remus, Pandora and Regulus have formed, chatting idly over their glasses, while others are more typical party-esque, like Marlene and Barty currently partaking in a drinking contest.

Your eyes flicker back to Sirius, who has been patiently watching you. Before you could reply he whispers, “Just anxious, then. Don’t worry doll, they’re not watching. Not like that at least.”

He rounds the sofa to come sit beside you, his skirt riding up to show more of his lean thighs. You instantly lean into his side, seeking warmth – not necessarily in any physical sense, considering how cold he runs, but just the emotionally warming, soothing presence that is Sirius.

“I’m not anxious, just jittery,” you mumble, feeling found out. You take another sip of your glass of white wine, fighting back a grimace. “Trying to get into the party.”

He looks wildly entertained by you as he hums in faux agreement. “Do you know why I love parties, darling?”

You eye him curiously, a creeping sensation coming over you that you’re about to be made a joke of. The glint in his silver irises makes it impossible to be angry with him for that. “You’ve given me a hundred reasons over the years, I believe. Which one are you referring to now?”

With Sirius by your side, it was easier to find your footing enough to banter, a fact that always seemed to make him extra chuffed.

“The people,” he replies simply, grinning. “Now, I know those can be scary and intimidating. I also happen to know that at this party, the people are mostly folks you already love. And want to spend time with, yeah? Can’t do that from the corner of this sofa.”

Had he been anyone else, you might have saved by face by pressing your lips together and trying to summon the strength to face both the literal and metaphorical music. Alas, he isn’t. He is what you’re starting to properly realise is your Sirius.

So instead, you let out a small groan and abandon your wine glass on the table in favour of hiding your face in the junction between his neck and shoulder as his arm rests on top of the sofa behind you. His mouth is close to your ear when he barks a laugh at your antics, making your head swim with the noise of him quite pleasantly.

“I love it when you acknowledge I’m right,” Sirius brags. Even so, his hand sneaks up to rest safely against the small of your back, thumb drawing circles. “I mean, I always am of course, but I do so appreciate when you see it as well.”

“You’re not right, you just know me.” Your quarrel comes out not nearly as petulant as you intended. When your nose is flooded with the smell of his body wash and curl cream, you can’t ever truly have a gripe with him. 

Sirius apparently doesn’t feel like quipping back either. You feel yourself being further enveloped as he pulls you closer and presses his lips softly to your hairline. He wore his hair loose today, so his curls come down around you like a curtain, and you know that if you don’t act soon, you’re going to want to hide away in him forever.

You lean back slightly to look up at him. Your knees must be digging uncomfortably into his thighs in this position, but his face bears no sign of it.

“I do know you,” he murmurs, hand gliding over the back of your head before settling on the side of your neck. “Which is why I know you will have a great time if you ditch the poison you’re drinking in favour of one of the sugary ones I know you like, and come have a chinwag with your friends.”

Your lips curl up on their own accord at the tone in his voice. You’ll never understand how he can combine teasing and loving so effortlessly in a way that only ever hits the sweetest spots in you.

“You’re right,” you mumble, rolling your eyes half-heartedly at the wolfish grin he puts on at the words. “Sorry, I’m just overthinking again.”

Sirius furrows his brows. They’re such a beautifully stark contrast on his face – sleek, magnetic black against porcelain skin – that they almost distract you from what he says. 

“Now where did you get that idea from? Love, if you wanted to leave, I would carry you out the door myself. I just so happen to know that you love these twats as much as I do and would be disappointed if you went home without updating Moony on that book you’re reading.” His smile takes on a softer look as he brushes his thumb over your jaw. “Don't apologise. I don’t mind being the one to coax you out of your shell. I quite enjoy it, actually.”

You positively melt in his arms, feeling entirely safe and cared for in ways you could never have expected from your old friend turned lover. “You have a way with words, do you know that?”

“I’ve been told from time to time,” Sirius says flippantly, winking at you. “But all compliments sound sweeter coming from you.”

You throw a quick glance around you to check if anyone’s watching the two of you – old habit; one that clearly amuses Sirius – before leaning in to press your lips lovingly against his cold ones. Sirius smiles against you, kissing you back in that slow, measured way of his that makes your head spin.

Your eyes are still closed when he pulls away to lean his forehead against yours, squeezing up and down your arms absentmindedly to ground you. “Come on, love, I’ll make you something you actually want to drink.”

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👒- i’ve been gone for way too long and just wanted to say that i love how real your writing is! like ik the marauders fandom is about 70’s wizards haha 😅, but i admire that you include real struggles people face! thank u 💕💕

aweh, you’re such a gem! thank you for saying that my love<3 i do try

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Hi lovely! It’s been a minute, how are you doing? Everything getting better with your wife? Hope you both had time to recover, cool off and rest 🫶🏻

LOOK AT THE NEW KITTENS AT MY GRANPARENTS HOUSE!!!! IM DYINGGGGGGGG THEYRE SOSOSOSOSSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO CUTEAAAAAAARGGGG

SMOL CARS SMOL CARS SMOL CARS 😭😭😭 thank you for sharing these beauties my love, you’re lighting up everyone’s dash<333 they’re just too tiny

i’ve been doing mostly alright! we’ve spent some time with my own sweet cat and our found family<3 i’ve crocheted a ridiculous amount this summer bc it’s easy to do with everything going on, some pictured below 🥸 hope you’ve been alright my darling, so glad to get back to you 🫶🫂

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hi carina !!

you haven't posted in about 2 weeks and while i fully know that you are not obligated to post, i'm really concerned — i'm praying that you and your wife are alright and i'm sending you so much love 🫂💗

hi there my love, please don't ever be concerned!! i come and go on here based on what i have capacity for, and i've just been slammed with everything going on lately;(

thank you for your well wishes, they're very appreciated 🤍🫂 my wife did unfortunately end up requiring surgery and she's far from pain free yet, but things have calmed down now we think (knock on wood)!

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hi my sweets<33 just wanted to let you know that i’ll get around to answering your asks soon 🫶 my wife’s health episode has been keeping me preoccupied (wife>fanfiction) 🫠 she’s still feeling poorly, but she is better after going through with the surgery and recovering 🤍 we’re back in london at last for my exams this week! i always write the most when i'm supposed to be working on other deadlines, so i’ve got some things coming;)

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thank you so much baby!!

while we're both here; part five

Synopsis: Being loved may be difficult, but loving one another isn't, and you find that maybe, just maybe, it's worth the work. After reconnecting, Remus goes to find you outside the infirmary for once.

Words: 2.1k

Tags: fem!reader, undisclosed chronic illness that causes you pain and fatigue (writer has EDS and POTS), remus pov, fluff, some hurt/comfort, physical affection, remus' lycanthropy and related theatrics, disabled!remus, remus is slowly healing, establishing the relationship, happy and hopeful ending

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Note: this is the final official part:,) however, if you liked their story and want to see drabble-form snippets of various points in their relationship, shoot me a request!

There is a disturbing amount of emotions swirling around in the cavity of Remus’ chest. 

Hope, shame, affection, insecurity, assuredness, mixing down the drain. To drown out the chaos, he tries to let your voice in his head guide him to focus on the ones that are worthwhile.

His cane is a heavy and comforting weight in his hand as he hobbled probably a little too fast on his way to his destination; he has not the patience for his hips and knees to keep up with him, for he is a man on a mission.

Tucked away beneath his pillow in the dorm he just left behind – his mates’ chuffed sniggers following him down the hall – is a magical map that he had hunted you down on, his finger tracing the ink that spelled out your name in a faraway corner of the library. With the end of year etching closer, it made sense that you would be holed up there with your final essays.

Before summer comes in to affect your dynamic, Remus had an overwhelming desire to spend time with you outside the infirmary. He doubted a change of scenery would affect his feelings for you, it was more so the growing incessant need to be close to you. This is the most real thing he had ever had the terrifying pleasure of having, and even so, he felt a need to further cement whatever you had to ensure it stays that way.

The cold stones surrounding him as he walked the final stretch to the library were familiar, the confines of a home he has had for years on end. He was still overwhelmed by the thought that he would get to leave with a found family of best mates, something he never expected. To think that he might have found love, too, was more than he could handle.

Might. Remus chuckled at himself. Not many nights have passed since you were cleared by Madam Pomfrey to go back to your real dorm, but even during that short period of time, Remus knew better than to question it.

He was in love. 

Perhaps that was stupid of him, perhaps his father would even tell him as much if he dared have you over, if he dared make plans for the future that included you. Nevertheless, it was Remus’ reality.

The most tangible evidence of his love was now just a few metres away – he memorised exactly which spot you sat in – as he entered the Hogwarts Library, gait somewhat crooked. His cane was a deep maroon, given to him as a gift from James and his parents a few Christmases ago. You had recently helped Remus decorate it by wrapping a string of tiny crocheted silver stars around it, spelling it to stay put and sparkle. 

He felt oddly confident walking through the library with this cane as an amalgamation of the people he loved most; a far cry from the embarrassed 12 year old who once roamed the halls with a plastic crutch.

You had chosen a secluded corner of the library, hidden away by yourself in an alcove carved into the stone wall, lined with flickering candles on the walls and padded with purple cushions. A shy smile spread over Remus’ face as he saw you, taking in the way you sat crisscrossed on the bench, absentmindedly massaging your calves while you read the massive book laid down in front of you, dust dancing out from it in the sunlight. The same sunlight caressed your skin beautifully, drawing forth your inner shine that always captivated Remus so.

You hadn’t noticed him yet. Remus slowly closed in on you, too distracted by your familiar beauty to take a closer look at what book you’re reading.

As if you picked up on the distinct sound of Remus’ steps, you looked up. Surprise flashed in your eyes for but a second before they were filled with a warmth that made his fingertips tingle, a barely subdued grin taking over your expression.

“Hi there, stranger,” you said quietly as he got closer, leaning forward on the table. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“You mean outside the infirmary?” Remus stopped in front of your table, leaning his good hip against it and crossing his arms. The polite almost-flirting tone he extended you when you first met felt much more genuine now, abated by slight nerves. He added softly, “Hey, dove.”

Remus let himself believe you relaxed at the sound of his voice, pushing down the sensation of how dangerously far gone he was becoming.

“I thought you boys were banned from the library,” you teased, smile prevalent. You lifted a challenging brow at him.

“Ah, no, that's just James and Sirius. Wormtail and I are still in Madam Pince’s good books, and are trying to use our repertoire with her to get them unbanned.” Remus’ eyes filled with even more mirth at the snort you let out at his friend’s nickname.

“Well, I’m glad to see you. What’re you here for?”

At that, Remus reached up to scratch the back of his head, chuckling nervously. Normally he might have tried to play it off, but after your conversation about openness and honesty, he couldn’t even bring himself to want to do that.  “I came looking for you, actually. Figured you might fancy some company?”

Might fancy spending time with me, specifically, he hoped silently.

Your eyes crinkled as you let out a soft laugh. “I– yeah, of course. Settle down.”

Remus did, resting his cane against the table carefully before he slid in on the opposite side of the alcove, all the way around so he almost sat arm in arm with you. Close enough that your knee brushed his thigh in its curled up position. 

Only then did the illustration on the book in front of you catch his eye – a sketch of the different moon phases.

His breath caught in his throat as he froze, properly focussing on the book now. It was massive and clearly ancient, the ink meandering across the space, one repeated word seemingly screaming out at him: “The Wolf”, always capitalised.

He didn’t know how to process what he saw, so he just looked up at you, lips quivering as if uncertain whether to smile and frown. His silent question floated between you.

You acted nonplussed, but it was clearly a put-on front, shyness and fondness simmering beneath the surface. “This one’s quite outdated,” you began to explain, “but I figured it’s helpful to read how academics used to discuss the matter to better understand how lycanthropy was received over the years. I finished reading Scamander’s take on it earlier, which was much more empathetic and refined.” Beside you was a small notebook that Remus could now see was nearly full, your quill resting on top of it, still wet .

Remus’ lips remained slightly parted, his voice hoarse as he spoke. “You… you’re doing research? For… me?”

You shrugged, as if this didn’t turn his world upside down, as if it didn’t mean everything to him and more. “I mean, you did it for me. With everything. And I know it’s much harder to find muggle medical textbooks in a place like this than it is to find information about lycanthropes.”

The laugh that escaped him was wet and breathy, his mind still not having quite caught up. “It wasn’t that difficult, Madam Pince is rather helpful. And this… this is something else entirely, dove.”

“I just don’t want a lack of knowledge to be a barrier between us,” you said quietly, seemingly trying to downplay the care in your gesture. “I want you to be able to speak freely with me about lycanthropy, without me having to ask about everything.” Remus opened his mouth to answer, but you hurriedly added, “Though, of course, if you want to explain something yourself, please do. Lived experience always trumps dusty books.”

He stared at you with nothing short of awe, uncertain what to say and whether you would ever understand how much this meant to him. There were no words, so all he could offer was, “You, uh, can just call us werewolves. Lycanthropy is a mouthful.”

Your smile suggested his expression was easy to read. “Alright, I will,” you whispered, voice soft.

“Thank you, love. Really.” He let out a longer breath, relaxing into his seat and looking sideways at you with a quivering smile. “You’re really doing this for me?”

“Of course. I want to be there for you.” You held his gaze up until that point before swallowing, looking down to your book. “Friends, right?”

Remus knew, in his heart of hearts, that it was now or never.

“Right. And… and if I wanted to be more than friends? If I wanted to spend time with you, not just while we’re both here, but when we’re anywhere, together?”

Your previously shy smile became borderline unabashed now, lighting up both his life and your eyes as you met his again. “Then, I guess I would ask you why you haven’t invited me to Hogsmeade yet?”

Remus’ heart thundered in his chest as he placed his hands on the table, slowly circling his pinky around yours. This felt like a dream. “Well, I’ve seen how you always flare up afterwards. I didn’t want that to happen because of me.”

Which was true. It was also because he was a coward, but he figured you didn’t need to hear that; he was certain you already knew. He was a lucky bastard, though, because you didn’t seem to mind.

You laughed good-naturedly, shaking your head. “I have a flare-up every two to three business days, Lupin. If I have one because I get to spend time with you, it would have been a worthy sacrifice, at least in my books.”

“Yeah?” Remus breathed out, feeling like he was floating on air. Like the unbelievable had happened – because it had. He was walking with someone, and that someone was you.

“Yeah.” You nodded emphatically, emotion swirling in your gorgeous eyes.

Remus used his pinky around yours to properly intertwine your hands. Passerbys would see you holding hands and sitting close in a library alcove, and probably assume you were together. The thought exhilarated him even more when he realised they wouldn’t be far off. 

“This Friday good for you?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so. Hope so.” You looked somewhat nervous, but he could tell it was because of you and not because of him or the prospect of going out. He squeezed your hand.

“If it winds up being a bad day, we can always just spend the night in the infirmary, dove. I would like to be anywhere with you, familiar or new,” he murmured reassuringly.

Your eyes softened as you held his gaze, whatever slight tension that had been building in your shoulders melting away. Remus dared think you looked like you felt safe. “Thank you,” you mumbled. “The sentiment is shared.”

You leaned sideways to rest your head on his shoulder, shuffling closer so that you could lean your crisscrossed knee on top of his thigh. Each place where your bodies touched served as a grounding point for Remus, anchoring himself to you and the world. He was beginning to understand what peace feels like.

Abruptly, your head shot up and you furrowed your brows at him, as if struck with a thought. “Wait– how did you know I would be here?” you wondered, voice not accusatory but certainly intrigued.

Remus let out a breathy laugh, not having expected to have to explain himself. Though, for once, he found himself not opposed to doing so. “Oh, that, uh– that is one of the many secrets of mine that I’ll be peeling open for you, love. Though, preferably somewhere less crowded.”

You made a show of looking around at the sparse students sitting scattered at tables around you, as if you were undercover detectives on high alert. “You and your secrets, Remus Lupin.”

“They’re all yours, if you want them.” His voice was more suave than he was feeling.

Your smile widened just for him. “I want them.”

Remus’ heart chose to interpret that as I want you. “I’ll spill it all in private, dovey, just you wait.”

You leaned further against him, smile taking on a more deviant undertone. “Are you saying you want to whisk me away to somewhere more intimate, then?”

The tops of Remus’ ears felt warm in a way that warned him they were surely turning red. He swallowed heavily, but it didn’t diminish his wide smile.

“I would love nothing more, dove.”

And that, he did.

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getting around to this now, thanks for the tag my love<33

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child / i collect something

npt: @ailoda @nightsmarish @dadadaismo @juniorlore @iamgonnagetyouback @leeny-leens & anyone else who wants to play <3

Thank you for the tag, @acourtofchaos

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

npt: @crescenthistory, @m00nkissedlover, @ellecdc

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IVYYYYYYY i'm so upset that this happened during one of the two periods a year where i just completely disappear off tumblr 😭😭😭 i wish i could have celebrated you!!

either way i want you to know from the bottom of my heart that i am so so so proud of you 🤍🤍🤍 you deserve every follower and every bit of love that you receive on here.

you are honestly such a ray of sunshine and your posts always bring me immense joy when they pop up on my dash, whether it is one of your sweet fics or just glimpses of your life. please never stop with the self-proclaimed brianrot and keyboard smashes, they thoroughly sustain me too. i appreciate you as a writer, a presence in the fandom and as a friend. i love you ivy, you're just the best 🫂

i'm so excited to go through and see what you've done in connection with the ceelbration, and know that i will always be in your corner<333

big big hugs and lots of love from me to you xx

IVY'S 2.5K CELEBRATION

hi ! so um. this is very much delayed because i hit 2.5k a while ago (oops) and now we’re already crawling toward 3k ?? be serious. thank you guys so much omg i’m actually stunned that this many of you put up with me, my theme changes, yapping, and doses of nonsense

i was very much not in the mood for a celebration back then but i am now !!! so here it is !!! a lil something to say thank you because seriously, i adore you all so much. whether you interact with my posts, read my fics, reblog my stuff, send me sweet messages, or just lurk — i see you and i appreciate you more than words

this is just my way of sending some love back into the universe ♡

ps. pls continue to tolerate my brainrot and keyboard smashes, it keeps me alive thank you

(TIMELINE: 30 JUNE — 10 JULY)

NAV. M.LIST.

✧ SEND ME AN EMOJI / AESTHETIC / SONG and i’ll recommend a fic (mine or someone else’s!) that matches your energy perfectly

✧ SEND ME A NUMBER (1–25) + A CHARACTER and i’ll open the box to reveal a headcanon, or dialogue for you and write a fic based on it — pick wisely. examples include: “box #4 + sirius black”

✧ SEND ME A CHARACTER + AN EMOJI OR TROPE and i’ll write you a fake instagram/text message convo (smau)

EXCLUSIVELY FOR MUTUALS !

✧ MUTUALS ONLY! just pop into my inbox and i’ll make you a mini moodboard based entirely on your vibes

RULES!

send asks in lowercase (small text) please ! it just fits the vibe here

a simple “hi” or “thank you” is always appreciated!

one event per ask — if you want to participate in multiple things (ex: mystery box + moodboard), please send them separately so i don’t miss anything!

mutuals — pls don’t be shy!! even if we’ve never talked, this is your open invite

be patient with me! i’ll get to everyone as soon as i can and i promise to make it worth the wait

MUTUALS!

(tagging my lovely mutuals) @lov3notts @pizzaapeteer @ellecdc @wintrsoul @unstablereader @obsessedwithceleste @redeemingvillains @thatdammchickennugget @notyaslol @amongemeraldclouds @kquil @thebestofoneshots @wordsarelife @ailoda @anawritez-posts @aligned-starz @allurearia @sensationalstardust @sunskisser @bruisedboys @lovemenotts @lupinsweater @avis-writeshq @astonishmaint @pretty-little-mind33 @amiableness @voidsxntry @msmk11 @kenjikishimotoswifey @marroonwitch @girllblogging777 @mariasont @gibsluv @bloodstainedsapphic @crescenthistory @yasministration @appocalipse @ethereacals @leeny-leens @2dloveshp @bunny-1111 @lupinsversion i'm hoping i didn't miss anybody ! ilysm !!

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Hi!!

I saw requests were open, and I'm absolutely OBSESSED with how you portray Barty.

And I was wondering-

Could I mayhaps request Barty with a reader who's like him? Troubled home life, and in turn is rebellious, chaotic, etc? I see pieces of myself in him, so it's like... YK???

Like I have all sorts of self done stick and pokes and piercings, do my own bleach and dye in random sinks, I even did a piercing in the school bathroom (DONT DO THAT KIDS) and just overall have a "I do what I want, when I want, if I want" sort of vibe, like go with the flow, chaos? Just going where the wind takes me ig, doing what makes me happy in the day to day.

And I'm just curious how he would be with a reader whom of which is similar to him.

You don't have to do the request; but I thank you so much for your time!!! Have a wonderful day, and don't forget to eat food and drink water :)

hi darling, thank you for thinking of me<33 same to you, hope you're alright and remembering to take care of yourself!

i usually don't write for specific readers unless they're also for a specific plot! so while i would be happy to write a feisty!reader or rebellious!reader with barty (aka one that's quite similar to him), i would need you to suggest a certain situation you want to see it in:) for instance, it doesn't strike my fancy to just write shy!reader without any further context

in general though, i do think barty thrives best with someone who's at least somewhat similar to him – preferably not a complete pyro- and kleptomaniac like him bc he does need some semblance of impulse control, but at the very least someone who's a bit different. he needs to feel that it's possible for his partner to understand him, a complete "normie" would be a lot harder for him to connect with i think 🙂↕️ i think poly!rosekiller dynamics work very well with a reader who's similar to barty too, because evan most certainly is the man for the job (job=dealing with you two)

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Just wanted to let you know how amazing your hunger games au is, it’s been long since i read such a nicely written, interesting storyline and I cannot wait to read more

this is so lovely of you 🥹 thank you for saying that baby, it really warms the heart<33

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more poly!prongsfoot as parents? or was that just that one time 😩 ily and your writing you’re so womnderful 🤍🤍

not quite sure what you mean by that love! thank you for the sweet words though<33

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If you get a star ⭐️ in your inbox. It means your moot appreciates you, and your efforts in the community. Send this to 10 mutuals to continue the love!

You’re one of a kind Carina, with loving like a sister and better advice than a therapist, you make this world a better place 🫶🏻

this means so much to me baby, thank you for dropping so much love in my inbox<333 sending a thousand stars right back at you, you're just the sweetest 🤍🤍🤍