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✶ YOU ARE IN LOVE / remus lupin.

— pairing: remus lupin x reader

— summary: you meet remus after swearing to yourself that you'd never see him again, and he wants to talk to you.

part 1

You remember the first time you came over to Remus' house as if it was yesterday. You tripped over the steps on the way to his room, scrapping your knee. It probably wasn't as bad as you and him made it look back then, rushing to the bathroom for the first aid kit and so much as limping by his side until you've reached the top of the stairs.

You still remember how he came back to your aid in a rush, both of you a little fret over the bruise, pulling a small band-aid from out of the kit and patching you up. You wonder if he could tell then, how dramatic and exaggerated was your limp.

Now, you walk to his room without bothering to slow down, the path of the stairs memorized into your head from years of doing the same thing. You stop by the door, looking at the bare room he left behind when he left. How he took most memories with him, everything he could but the posters on his walls.

You enter it and close the door, making quick work of getting out of your dirty clothes and into the clean ones you've brought. They're nicer, you think, not exactly new, but you realize Remus haven't seen them before. You've bought them for Christmas the first year he was gone.

After you're done, you walk to his window, looking at the view he was to the backyard. You can see his friends — Sirius, Remus and Peter, you learn from observing — indeed helping Lyall with the heavier chores that Hope wouldn't let you as much as come near, however disposed you seemed to help. You watch them assemble another table from the shed, an beaten-up wood one, scratched from years of use, hanging the couple of fairy lights she did manage to find in the trees.

You think there's so much of your life involving Remus, that it's impossible to not feel nostalgic being here after such a long time. After he left for college, you kept a friendly relationship to the Lupins, of course, but it wasn't the same. You'd say hi and make small talk, but you didn't come to their house. You haven't been upstairs since the night he left, you realize.

Just as you're about to get up and head downstairs, you hear steps outside the door. Whatever talk is happening, it's muffled by it, but you do catch something, ear pressed into the wood.

"Mom, it's not like—" Remus' voice comes out.

"I thought you were still friends, Remus." Hope says. She doesn't sound distressed, you think, and it's a good sign, although you've rarely heard her any other way.

You think you hear Remus mumble something, a weak protest maybe, before Hope's voice comes again.

"Just be nice, okay son?" Hope Lupin talks like she doesn't know the boy she has raised. Remus is, by genetics, incapable of being anything but. "Don't want to make them feel unwelcome."

"I wouldn't make it so." Remus says, more so murmurs, like he's hoping the words come out true.

"I know you wouldn't, my boy." Her voice becomes lower, like she has stepped away. You can barely collect yourself before you realize what's happening, the two sets of steps diverging, one away, and one definitely coming closer to you.

A knock comes a second later, you tumble away from the door like you've been burnt by it.

"Are you ready?"

You can feel his hesitation on the other side, just as much as your own. You imagine Hope has convinced him to talk to you, like you were two children in some petty fight and she needed to step up. In a way, you think, she's not far off.

"Uhm, yeah," You say, then a second later, follow it up with a weak "come in."

He does, and you think that he looks a little odd in his old childhood room, like he's grown out of picture. You've seen the room change as Remus grew up, of course, but it never occurred to you he'd look out of place in his own bedroom.

Or maybe it's because of your presence. You shake your head, looking anywhere but at him.

"Are you alright? You were taking a while. Mum thought I was being mean." He says the last part wth a sigh.

"You can't be mean."

A beat of silence passes between you, Remus sitting down on his old bed. "Do you think so?" He asks, patting the spot between him. And despite not having even touched the bed since you set foot on it, you take it.

"I just got distracted." You say, offering him a smile. Your shoulders touch, he says nothing, but doesn't pull away either.

"Alright." He nods, looking around.

"Remus—"

"Dove?" He speaks at the same time. There's something odd with his voice, you decide you like it; sweeter, like warm honey. It makes your insides all funny. Makes his dimples show when he smiles you.

"I-" You bite your tongue, cutting off that train of thought. You've thought this moment over and over in your head, and still, it doesn't seem good enough. You want to say "we're good, right?", you want to ask him to wipe those years away out of his mind, like nothing changed, like you're still his... In some way. It's better than nothing, better than silence. "I'm glad you're here."

"Are you, huh? I thought you were going to hate to see me."

You fiddle with your fingers on your lap. "I've missed you. I wanted to message you, really, all the time, I just..." Never did, you finish the thought in your head. But you don't need to say it; both you and Remus know how empty your inboxes have stayed all these years.

"I thought you would, eventually." Remus says, and you can feel his gaze on you. Burning. "Which is dumb and a lame excuse and I should have done it earlier myself... You deserve better than getting ghosted."

You sigh, a small sign that you don't agree with him. "I thought I had ruined us." You confess, and it comes out like a physical burden off your shoulders. Words you kept close to your chest and unspoken all these years, because it wouldn't make sense to say them to anyone else.

It crept on you like a fear, then it built up in the silence on both ends of the line. It was as much as confirmation as you needed back then.

"I thought the same thing." He speaks after a minute, and it makes you frown. "Because I shouldn't... Dear, I shouldn't have left without saying anything! And I shouldn't have let you run off that day..." He continues, and then his next words make you want to pinch yourself just to confirm you're not dreaming. "I shouldn't have thought about finding you after all these years, because I couldn't get your lips out of my head, just to cower at the last minute."

You raise your brow, the information is new to you. You try to push past the thought in your head, the echo of his words persistent. He couldn't stop to think about you lips.

"You're not a coward, Remus." You say, swallowing thick at the lump on your throat.

"I am. I had to be forcedly shoved off that bloody car, you know? Because we stopped on the market, and I saw your car, and the gods know, I wanted to turn back around." He says, chuckling in a mix of exasperation and amusement, you can't tell which. "I've thought of nothing if not you all these years, dove. I was setting things up in my dorm and you were there, I was walking to class and you were there, Sirius dragged me to parties and you were still in my head! I drove all of these streets, all the way here, bloody nine hours, and there wasn't a minute the thought of meeting you again left my head."

You feel like all the air on Earth has suddenly vanished, a breath caught on your chest at his words, at the way he looks at you. Like he means every and each of them, in earnest. Tears well up your eyes without meaning too.

"So I am a coward, because I've waited all this time just to tell you this..." He finishes, his hand finding yours on your lap, fingers slotting between yours perfectly. Like they're meant to be. "Tell me it's not too late. Tell me I haven't lost you, please."

And who are you, who is your foolish heart, to not fulfill his request?

"You haven't lost me, Remus. You couldn't if you tried to." You say, squeezing his hand between your own. You mean every word too. Because he, or fate, or time, or even you, have tried to.

But for the better or the worse, you always find your way back to him.

"Give me one more chance?" He asks, cupping your jaw so delicately you're worried you're going to crumble. You doubt you look half as put together now as you did downstairs.

"You're undoing to me, Remus Lupin." You say, laughing as you feel the first tear slip down your face. "Of course, you have another chance. You're my best friend."

Remus looks utterly relieved to hear so, as if you've just pulled an arrow out of his chest. "You're mine too." He whispers, letting out the softest exhale as he brings you closer, his thumb brushing against your lower lip. He looks like he might shatter. "May I, please? I know should've years ago... But I won't miss another shot."

You feel your breath hitches. He's electric, warm, his skin pressed against yours like a galaxy exploding under your skin. Like he's setting you on fire from the inside out. Lighting your entire body up with just one touch. You nod, feeling like your mind wouldn't create a coherent string of words with your life on the line now.

Remus presses his lips to yours like he's afraid you're going to disappear at any instant. Sweet and tender at first, but then, it's desperate and passionate, and you're pretty sure he either curses or calls for god on your lips. Prayer or not, you swallow the words as if you're trying to make sure no one else, divine creator or not, hears.

He's sure nobody else needs to, he's more than capable of finding his own way to paradise, one kiss at a time.

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hi this is so random and dumb but i found your blog and!! oh my god!! a bi demi genderfluid person who goes by all pronouns!! you're actually so me heyyyy

omg hiii twins!!!

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Hi! I’ve just came across your profile and I have to say I love the way you write! Can’t wait to read what you write next! Hope to read some poly!wolfstar soon 🥰

hii angel, thank you so much!! i'd love to write for poly!wolfstar if you have some ideas!

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✶ NIGHTTIME / poly!marauders

— pairing: poly!marauders x reader

— summary: you and your boyfriends have a very different definition of what a "fun night" means, implied introvert/shy!reader

As much as you love all of your boyfriends equally (fact that you had to remind them two times a week, at least), you would say that sometimes, just sometimes, you felt like you could easily pick one out.

It's not personal, nor a constant feeling. You love Sirius and James as much as the next person, and you wouldn't trade them for the world. You're not sure though, if right now if asked, you wouldn't trade them for a moment of stillness.

It's not their fault, not really. They couldn't possibly know you were already home, that Remus picked you up because you were feeling poorly and that you made him swear not to tell them. You swore that you'd tell them yourself. You still would, if they hadn't arrived all but stumbling and shouting nonsense at your shared flat.

You think at least they didn't arrive when you were feeling truly horrible, your stomach aching from nervousness and your head hurting so much it felt like it was hit by a brick. Then, you think, you might've trade them for another brick to put you out of your misery.

"Moony, darling!" Sirius' voice rings through your ears, and you groan softly from your bedroom, door left slightly ajar. "We're—" He's abruptly cut by what you think was a hiccup. "Home!"

You sigh softly, but before you can push your legs out and get away from your perfectly comfortable bed to tend to your drunk boyfriends, your perfectly lovely, sober, boyfriend stops you. You set the teacup down on your nightstand, but he merely smiles.

"I've got this." He says, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. Without your phone — doctor's orders —, you are left to do your sudoku and crosswords. Remus is gentle enough to make an attempt to close the door, before James and Sirius beat him to it.

"Hi, my love..." James mumbles as he tries to climb into bed, pressing a loud and exaggeratedly wet kiss to your cheek. "We missed you."

"Hi, Jamie." You smile at the boy, combing your hair through his curls as he leans into your touch. He smells like his cologne and alcohol, plus some lingering note of smoke your nose barely picks at. You knew James wasn't a smoker, but he hanged around smokers a lot.

"Hi, mon chérie." Sirius says as he so gracefully barges in the room, his shadow hovering above you as he leans against the headboard of your bed. A couple of strands fall over his eyes, and he tries to blow them away.

"Fun night?" You raise your eyes to him, putting the pen down in between the pages.

"Funniest. Mary sends you a hug, by the way." He replies, and you chuckle at the nonsense answer. It's a close guess, at least. "How's yours, is Moony treating you alright?"

"It's fun, we've been reading but Rem put me in cellphone timeout." You fake complain, pointing to your phone on the opposite side table. Sirius makes an appalling noise in your behalf, and you smile.

"Oh my god, he's been torturing you!"

"I'm treating everyone very well, thank you very much, Pads." Remus walks back into the room a second after, with a large glass of water and a couple of aspirins. You don't know for which of you. "Open up."

He hands the cup to Sirius, popping a pill on the palm of his hand and doing the same to James' extended one, who's currently face planted into your duvet.

"You're a saint, Moony." James grumbles, squinting his eyes as he raises his head, an odd position you're sure it's bound to give him neck pain later. You tap his shoulder lightly and gestures him to turn the other way around, belly up.

"Uhm, you are." You agree.

"Don't encourage them, dove." He says, pouring more water from a bottle he mysteriously produces and handling it to James after Sirius swallows his aspirin down. "Jamie, love, you're not sleeping with us if you're filthy like this. Go take a shower. Same for you, Pads." He points out, his voice not more than a lovely suggestion, but Sirius groans nevertheless.

"I'm not filthy." You hear him protest as he straightens his back up again.

"You do smell like an ashtray, Siri." You say, seeing him pout.

"Okay, grandma, do your crosswords."

"I'm doing sudoku." You say, showing him the half done magazine in your hands, slightly crinkled now because of James, but you don't mind it.

Sirius dismisses your words with a wave of his hand. "Same thing. Come on, Prongs, they don't love us anymore! They've turned eighty in our absence and have to wear dentures now!"

You roll your eyes, feeling the bed shift under James' weight as he gets up and wraps himself into Sirius' side, walking begrudgingly to the ensuite bathroom.

As you watch the door close and hear the shower start, Remus returns to your side, pulling the covers back on his laps and picking his own booklet of crosswords.

"Oh, you are doing crosswords. He wasn't far off." You say, seeing him seek his sweatpants pockets for something. After a moment, he pulls out a secret third aspirin for you.

"Our teeth haven't fallen out yet."

"Don't jinx it." You shrug, taking it from his open palm and swallowing down with the rest of the water. "They looked like they had a fun night."

He makes a sweet noise of agreement, filling a row of squares out. "Not better than ours, they don't."

You rest your head on his shoulder, you have to agree. Not better than yours.

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bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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may i request a colleran ashwood fic based on the running away bot please

hi angel, sorry i think you might have the wrong writer !

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i am SO emotional for all this love that this piece has received 😭😭😭 y'all are the best!!!

i'm planning to release a part 2 some time soon, but pls let me know if you have requests for this universe, i'd love to hear ideas

Childhood best friend to lovers with Remus plssss

✶ SWEET LOVE / remus lupin.

— pairing: remus lupin x reader

— a/n: this has been in my drafts for FOREVER, i am so sorry anon!! i hope you like it

— summary: you finally see your childhood friend, remus, again after he left for college, but neither of you can find the right words. sirius is a (loving) menace in this one (he's helping!!!)

You haven't seen Remus in a while, not since you've graduated secondary school together, not since that night when he told you he had been accepted in his dream college, between shared cigarettes and one and a half bottles of wine down, between laughs like there was no tomorrow and stares that lingered just a bit too much.

You swore that you were happy for him, and you were. But you were also a teenager and mildly drunk and sentimental with the end of high school. God, you were thrilled in his behalf, but you also couldn't stop thinking that this would be the end of your friendship.

You were young and dumb and so predictably in love with your best friend. You did things you shouldn't, that night, because you thought you weren't going to see him ever again.

You were redundantly wrong.

You were young and dumb and so afraid of losing him. You were so in love that you had done the unthinkable, crossed that invisible line drawn between the two of you long ago. So in love that you've kissed him.

A couple seconds, desperate and messy and tasting of smoke and cabernet, barely believing yourself the moment you pulled away. Remus stood there, in shock, as you let out the exhale of his taste. He stood there, as you quickly assumed you had made a fool of yourself, and gathered your things, and left.

The next morning, he was gone. No message, no text, no nothing. And god, it hurt more than anything, even if you were convinced it was for the better.

You haven't seen Remus in two years when he shows up his face again. You haven't seen him in two years and you still know it's him the moment he crosses the Lupin's threshold. You always knew, like it was something bigger than you. Brighter, softer, imperative, something that pulled you to his gravitational field.

When Hope Lupin asked you for help in the Midsummer dinner party they held every year, you saw no harm in it. Your parents were good friends, and since Hope said she was "one son short", you deemed it safe to assume that Remus wouldn't come. You thought it would be easy, give her a little help in the kitchen and maybe set the table outside, help with some decoration. You could be done with enough time to go home and get ready.

You couldn't be more wrong. You're halfway to getting the fairy lights from where Hope told you they were, precariously balanced in a wooden stool with a wobbly foot, your clothes covered in flour from helping with the pie earlier, when Remus Lupin walks in.

You think you're lucky the stool doesn't wobble the wrong way and sends you face planted in front of him.

Remus is a little bit different than you remember, hair grown longer and surprisingly paler, a new cane supporting his weight. He's still look as beautiful as always.

This time, Remus comes home with three new strangers in toll, people you've seen from stalking his social media from time to time — you were only human. They're really loud and cheerful, taking the entrance hall with their presence. You don't know what to make of it because you notice that, the second Remus' eyes lock on you, his jaw falls open and he seems to forget whatever conversation he's right in the middle of.

Your heart absolutely doesn't flutter over it.

It's one of his friends — the one with longer hair and arms covered in tattoos, in a band shirt you swore once belonged to Remus — who finally nudges Remus out of his misery, along with a loud clear of his throat and a "Oi, Moony! Don't droll over people, it's rude!"

"Sirius." He chides under his breath and a soft "Hi." sounds after a second, clearing his throat and finally looking away. You can see the blushing creeping up his neck as he scratches his nape.

"Hi." You say back, using the wall to help you come down of the stool. You see Remus' hand curling to a fist only for a second, before he sneaks in a sharp breath.

"You..." He begins, with a half crooked smile, cringing as he seems to catch himself. You think of all of the things that made him do that face before, of all he could be going to say. Some cheesy line about how you're different or about how you've grown, something that's not so intimately familiar and beneath you. "You're beautiful." It's what comes out.

You let go of the air in your lungs like you didn't know you were holding it. You didn't see it coming, in a million years. In your hopeful best case scenarios, in every angle you've thought of your meeting. "You're beautiful." are never the words you thought would leave Remus Lupin's lips as he set his eyes on you.

Still, he says it in a heartbeat and doesn't take back. More than that, he looks earnest to tell you that. Like he's waited years.

He doesn't say you look beautiful, he says you are. No loopholes, no hesitation, no "but's". He says it like he means it, like he's admiring a masterpiece, like you in this state — disheveled and mildly stressed out and covered in flour — is the most beautiful thing he's ever come across. He says it like it's a fact he memorized deep in his subconscious, something glued to his brain years ago, it echoes of nostalgia and fondness. Like he's known it for years.

Your heart could be ever so strong.

"Thanks" You laugh softly, it's your time to glance away. When you do, you can see his friends discreetly trying to make a run to the backdoor. You see all of them giving you a thumbs up as you catch them.

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head as you turn around to grab the stool. "Hope said you weren't coming."

"Funny, she said the same about you." He says, smiling at you. After years, you think you wouldn't feel so affected anymore.

You smile back, grinning, really. You know you must look ridiculously happy; you hope Remus is kind enough to not bring it up.

"It's good to see you." You break the awkward silence, and you realize it's true. You spend so much time wondering how it'd feel to see him again, but these feelings are nothing new. They're sweet, juvenile, simple. Remus will always feels like home to you.

He returns the feeling to you, pointing to the shelf you were hopelessly searching earlier. "They aren't there, the fairy lights, by the way. We've packed them up, remember?"

You frown, confused for a second, but you do. That same night, an hour or so before your kiss. You said you wanted him to have "something familiar" and pulled the string of lights from his walls, winding it carefully before you stored it in the front pocket of his backpack.

"A beam of Hope." You muse back, chuckling at the poor joke you've made all those years ago.

"Yeah... First thing I've put up in my dorm, y'know? Made me think of home." He tells you, pointing to the backdoor, or maybe just to the entire house. When he begins to walk again, you follow suit.

The Lupin's house was always your favourite one from the neighborhood. Partially because of its inhabitants, but partially because you just love the structure. The way they had a big shared yard with a couple fruit bearing trees, the old swing and beaten up chairs in the porch, the old doors and windows that they cared for every year, the smell of the kitchen with Hope's cooking. It's a house full of love, full of memory. You've lived there the happiest moments of your life.

As you return the stool to its place, Remus doesn't leave your side. Comfortable silence falls between the two of you as you walk to the picnic table set for ten people. The sun's setting already and Remus' friends are accomodating in one of the corners of the table, loudly, as you've found to be their second nature, dragging chairs across the lawn. You know you should go, get ready, but you find yourself hesitant to leave his side and find out this was all a fever dream. Remus seems to get that, giving you a once over with his eyes.

He nudges your arm. "You can change upstairs if you want it, I won't make a run for the car, pinky promise."

"Hope might need more help—"

"Uhm, she might. That's why I've brought my friends. We've got it, dove, go put on something nice."

Dove. You swallow hard, pursing your lips to suppress a smile at the nickname. "I thought I looked nice already." You tease, smiling instead.

"You do." He comments, leaning in closer to you like he's sharing a secret. "Go."

And of course you do.

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to the person that requested a marauders era girl sleepover, you can find your request here!! in case the post doesn't show because it's been flagged by tumblr?

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Since you said you want Marauders era girls requests, what would you think about one where the reader is an American transfer who’s feeling a little homesick, so the girls throw a slumber party to help her feel welcome? They would just go all out; mani/pedis, snacks, music, the works. It’s completely up to you.

✶ GIRL'S NIGHT / marauders era girls.

aaaah no because you're SO right with this!! they would be the absolute best <33 you didn't specify in your request, so reader is hinted to be in gryffindor but i've included a couple of the girls from the other houses as well

— summary: when you're feeling down and missing your home, the girls have just the right thing to cheer you up: a big cozy girl's night

Lily runs her fingers through your hair so softly you could fall asleep just from it. She's braiding it, after braiding Marlene's and have Mary braid hers, and you feel so undeniably loved. She takes her time, attention divided between working on you and talking to the other girls.

She and Mary basically talked you into a girl's night in, claiming you needed to lift your mood, but you're not one to complain now. The Gryffindor's girl dorm casted in a soft light as the fifth Fleetwood Mac song played in a row, the smell of freshly baked (and smuggled in) cookies by your desk and nail polish from where Dorcas is trying to talk Marlene into painting her short, bitten nail beds into a red colour.

"What do you think?" Lily asks, tilting her head. She spent the last few minutes arguing with Pandora and Emmeline (who were also smuggled in, thank you very much) about James' last attempt to ask her out, failed of course.

"I don't know, Lils, give him a chance?" The redhead groans at your answer, eyes meeting yours through the mirror of your vanity as you're a traitor.

"Would you?" She shoots back, arching a brow.

"Well, he haven't asked her out three times now, have he?" Marlene cuts her off, and you smile to her gratefully. "He's really head over heels for you, isn't he, Evans?"

"Three time's a bit too much, though, isn't it?" You feel Lily's voice change, soften. The way it does when she's starting to open up to something.

"It's James we're talking about." Dorcas points out, as if it's obvious. He's known for it after all, grand gestures and love declarations.

"He's rather... Passionate." Pandora agrees, trying to be at least somewhat supportive.

Lily gives you a tap on your shoulder, indicating she's done. You look at her work in the mirror, the small clips she's attached to your hair and the small bow at the end.

"I love it." You say, smiling brightly as you get up from your place. She promptly gets up, walking to where the cookie tray sits and passing you one.

"I love this song!" You hear Emmeline says and some scrambling as she gets into her feet, turning the sound up.

You know you should be worry about getting caught by a prefect, but right now, you couldn't care less, as now the sixth Fleetwood Mac, Golden Woman, song echoes through the dorm walls.

It feels so easy like this, the feeling that has been plaguing your mind all week simply dissolves into nothingness. You've commented it once, maybe twice, about how you were missing your home. Being far away wasn't easy, but sometimes, you'd see something and be reminded of your "old" life. It wasn't that you were ungrateful for being there at Hogwarts, but sometimes, you'd wish you could go back to seize the moment more.

When you've whispered it into the night for the first time, the girls understood. Maybe not in the same way, but the homesickness, that tender ache in your chest? They all had been there. It was the first time you heard Lily mention an older sister, or Mary let her accent slip a little bit more than usual. The first time you heard Marlene tell you about the hills she grew up in.

Then, the slumber party idea had been born. They've asked a couple of girls from the other houses to come. Amelia Bones, the girl from Hufflepuff, came bearing cookies and hot cocoa, and with every sip of it, you could grow yourself growing lighter.

You take a sit next to Marlene, who's left her bed to clumsily take a sit at the floor, watching as Lily and Emme dance, pulling the others to do the same. She's keeping her fingers spread apart. Mary had won her out, it seemed.

"I like this." You says softly, resting your head against her shoulder. You refer to the colour, because it suits her loads, but also, to something bigger. To all of you, to this night.

"Mary will be thrilled to hear it." She comments, smiling, nudging you softly. "We can do this again, alright? Whenever you need it. If you ever get homesick again."

"Thanks, Marls." You beam a smile.

"We'll watch like, Citizen Kane next time." She jokes. "Maybe I'll cure your homesickness."

You laugh at it, but maybe a movie night could be a good idea. Next time, you think.

"I'll be fine, as long as Ames brings the cookies again. I've got my girls."

She presses a kiss to your temple, before getting up and holding out a hand to help you up. You barely have time to find your balance before she's pulling you closer to the others, making you sway in the rhythm.

"You absolutely do." She says it like a promise. You believe it like one.

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hii!! was scrolling by and I thought your theme looks really really nice 🥹<33

hii angel, that's really sweet, thanks!!

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also on other news, i just sent a resume for a really nice job in my town but i don't know how many people are applying to that...

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i am doubting my writing skills again, why does my brain suddenly refuses to make coherent phrases in english??

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Childhood best friend to lovers with Remus plssss

✶ SWEET LOVE / remus lupin.

— pairing: remus lupin x reader

— a/n: this has been in my drafts for FOREVER, i am so sorry anon!! i hope you like it

— summary: you finally see your childhood friend, remus, again after he left for college, but neither of you can find the right words. sirius is a (loving) menace in this one (he's helping!!!)

You haven't seen Remus in a while, not since you've graduated secondary school together, not since that night when he told you he had been accepted in his dream college, between shared cigarettes and one and a half bottles of wine down, between laughs like there was no tomorrow and stares that lingered just a bit too much.

You swore that you were happy for him, and you were. But you were also a teenager and mildly drunk and sentimental with the end of high school. God, you were thrilled in his behalf, but you also couldn't stop thinking that this would be the end of your friendship.

You were young and dumb and so predictably in love with your best friend. You did things you shouldn't, that night, because you thought you weren't going to see him ever again.

You were redundantly wrong.

You were young and dumb and so afraid of losing him. You were so in love that you had done the unthinkable, crossed that invisible line drawn between the two of you long ago. So in love that you've kissed him.

A couple seconds, desperate and messy and tasting of smoke and cabernet, barely believing yourself the moment you pulled away. Remus stood there, in shock, as you let out the exhale of his taste. He stood there, as you quickly assumed you had made a fool of yourself, and gathered your things, and left.

The next morning, he was gone. No message, no text, no nothing. And god, it hurt more than anything, even if you were convinced it was for the better.

You haven't seen Remus in two years when he shows up his face again. You haven't seen him in two years and you still know it's him the moment he crosses the Lupin's threshold. You always knew, like it was something bigger than you. Brighter, softer, imperative, something that pulled you to his gravitational field.

When Hope Lupin asked you for help in the Midsummer dinner party they held every year, you saw no harm in it. Your parents were good friends, and since Hope said she was "one son short", you deemed it safe to assume that Remus wouldn't come. You thought it would be easy, give her a little help in the kitchen and maybe set the table outside, help with some decoration. You could be done with enough time to go home and get ready.

You couldn't be more wrong. You're halfway to getting the fairy lights from where Hope told you they were, precariously balanced in a wooden stool with a wobbly foot, your clothes covered in flour from helping with the pie earlier, when Remus Lupin walks in.

You think you're lucky the stool doesn't wobble the wrong way and sends you face planted in front of him.

Remus is a little bit different than you remember, hair grown longer and surprisingly paler, a new cane supporting his weight. He's still look as beautiful as always.

This time, Remus comes home with three new strangers in toll, people you've seen from stalking his social media from time to time — you were only human. They're really loud and cheerful, taking the entrance hall with their presence. You don't know what to make of it because you notice that, the second Remus' eyes lock on you, his jaw falls open and he seems to forget whatever conversation he's right in the middle of.

Your heart absolutely doesn't flutter over it.

It's one of his friends — the one with longer hair and arms covered in tattoos, in a band shirt you swore once belonged to Remus — who finally nudges Remus out of his misery, along with a loud clear of his throat and a "Oi, Moony! Don't droll over people, it's rude!"

"Sirius." He chides under his breath and a soft "Hi." sounds after a second, clearing his throat and finally looking away. You can see the blushing creeping up his neck as he scratches his nape.

"Hi." You say back, using the wall to help you come down of the stool. You see Remus' hand curling to a fist only for a second, before he sneaks in a sharp breath.

"You..." He begins, with a half crooked smile, cringing as he seems to catch himself. You think of all of the things that made him do that face before, of all he could be going to say. Some cheesy line about how you're different or about how you've grown, something that's not so intimately familiar and beneath you. "You're beautiful." It's what comes out.

You let go of the air in your lungs like you didn't know you were holding it. You didn't see it coming, in a million years. In your hopeful best case scenarios, in every angle you've thought of your meeting. "You're beautiful." are never the words you thought would leave Remus Lupin's lips as he set his eyes on you.

Still, he says it in a heartbeat and doesn't take back. More than that, he looks earnest to tell you that. Like he's waited years.

He doesn't say you look beautiful, he says you are. No loopholes, no hesitation, no "but's". He says it like he means it, like he's admiring a masterpiece, like you in this state — disheveled and mildly stressed out and covered in flour — is the most beautiful thing he's ever come across. He says it like it's a fact he memorized deep in his subconscious, something glued to his brain years ago, it echoes of nostalgia and fondness. Like he's known it for years.

Your heart could be ever so strong.

"Thanks" You laugh softly, it's your time to glance away. When you do, you can see his friends discreetly trying to make a run to the backdoor. You see all of them giving you a thumbs up as you catch them.

You huff out a laugh, shaking your head as you turn around to grab the stool. "Hope said you weren't coming."

"Funny, she said the same about you." He says, smiling at you. After years, you think you wouldn't feel so affected anymore.

You smile back, grinning, really. You know you must look ridiculously happy; you hope Remus is kind enough to not bring it up.

"It's good to see you." You break the awkward silence, and you realize it's true. You spend so much time wondering how it'd feel to see him again, but these feelings are nothing new. They're sweet, juvenile, simple. Remus will always feels like home to you.

He returns the feeling to you, pointing to the shelf you were hopelessly searching earlier. "They aren't there, the fairy lights, by the way. We've packed them up, remember?"

You frown, confused for a second, but you do. That same night, an hour or so before your kiss. You said you wanted him to have "something familiar" and pulled the string of lights from his walls, winding it carefully before you stored it in the front pocket of his backpack.

"A beam of Hope." You muse back, chuckling at the poor joke you've made all those years ago.

"Yeah... First thing I've put up in my dorm, y'know? Made me think of home." He tells you, pointing to the backdoor, or maybe just to the entire house. When he begins to walk again, you follow suit.

The Lupin's house was always your favourite one from the neighborhood. Partially because of its inhabitants, but partially because you just love the structure. The way they had a big shared yard with a couple fruit bearing trees, the old swing and beaten up chairs in the porch, the old doors and windows that they cared for every year, the smell of the kitchen with Hope's cooking. It's a house full of love, full of memory. You've lived there the happiest moments of your life.

As you return the stool to its place, Remus doesn't leave your side. Comfortable silence falls between the two of you as you walk to the picnic table set for ten people. The sun's setting already and Remus' friends are accomodating in one of the corners of the table, loudly, as you've found to be their second nature, dragging chairs across the lawn. You know you should go, get ready, but you find yourself hesitant to leave his side and find out this was all a fever dream. Remus seems to get that, giving you a once over with his eyes.

He nudges your arm. "You can change upstairs if you want it, I won't make a run for the car, pinky promise."

"Hope might need more help—"

"Uhm, she might. That's why I've brought my friends. We've got it, dove, go put on something nice."

Dove. You swallow hard, pursing your lips to suppress a smile at the nickname. "I thought I looked nice already." You tease, smiling instead.

"You do." He comments, leaning in closer to you like he's sharing a secret. "Go."

And of course you do.

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If you've changed your username at any point, that'll break all your links as you have to replace the old username with the new one in each link

ooh that explains a lot actually!!

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Hi lovely, your request guidelines linked in your pinned post doesn't lead to a post anymore, could you tell us where to find your guidelines please?

hi anon, i'm so sorry, bunch of my links aren't working anymore and i've tried to update them all but i didn't think my guidelines were one of them!!

guidelines are here, and thank you for letting me know!!

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i want to write for the marauders era girls so bad, please feel free to send requests <3 (and for the boys too!!!)

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✶ THE AFTERMATH / remus lupin.

— pairing: remus lupin x reader

— summary: you go to the shrieking shack to get remus after a particularly rough full moon

You're just making it to the castle when you feel the weight in your right side take a dip. Remus doesn't straight up fall, he simply stops and kneels, and somehow, your heart aches either way. You rush to support his weight the best you can, quickly giving him a once over to figure out what is wrong.

Turns out, you don't have a clue. He's exhausted and weakened by the transformations, of course, but that's as far as you can tell. You feel useless, without Sirius or James' practiced hand at this. They've been dealing with Remus' condition for years, but this is only the second month you've been even aware of the transformations.

"Rem, what's wrong?" You try to not sound as panicky as you feel, guiding a hand to cup the side of his face.

"I'm fine..." He rasps out, and it breaks your heart. It's like he hasn't talked in a while, like his voice gets in the morning, but infinitely more tender.

"You're not fine." You say, brilliant statement by the frown that etches your boyfriend's face. "What do I do, Remmy?" You try again, keeping your voice lower, trying to hide de high pitch of concern.

"Nothing, just nothing, dove..." He whispers, as if he's trying to calm you down. As if he shouldn't be the one being fret over. Remus gives your shoulders a light squeeze as he tries to stumble back into his feet, managing to do so without much help, to your surprise.

You'll take whatever you can get from him, it's been a long night. Previously to dating Remus and getting to know the Marauders, you've never paid much mind to the rumors that surrounded the Shrieking Shack. You've dismissed it when your friends brought the subject over on your first trips to Hogsmeade, sure that it has just the wind or some of the older kids trying to give you a scare. Now, knowing what really happened, you kept your ears sharp to any of the screams and howls that came with the full moon. You could have not been there to witness it yourself, by insistence of your boyfriend himself, but it sounded bad. You can't imagine what it's like to go through it every month. Why, from all people, your amazing, kind, perfection of a boyfriend had to be burdened with it.

You know this night was rougher than the first month, by the state Sirius came knocking on your door. Limping, rougher features, arm wrapped around James.

You know Remus — whatever part of him may remain during the transformations — would never hurt his friends. But you also knew that, by what James told you, sometimes the wolf didn't like to go back to the shack. You take that this is what happened, but you didn't exactly lingered to have a talk with them. Sirius said "Remus", and you were bolting out of the door. He said "get him", and you think he meant James, not you, but you were sprinting to it in a second.

The Marauders have taken you there, to the Shrieking Shack, a little after Remus came clean with the secret. You wanted to know where your boyfriend was, they thought it would help to ease your worries if you at least knew.

It didn't. The rooms of the shack were cold, bare, unforgiving. You could count the scratches on the door, carved deep within the rotten wood, the scraps of fabric, old robes and what seemed like blankets and curtains, tore into pieces. Stains of blood and marks of teeth.

Tonight, when you entered the shack, there was only silent. Your steps echoed as you walked up the stairs, the door left open on the room only letting you see part of Remus' silhouette.

"Remus?" You call, uncertain, as you step into the room. It was him, you were sure, more beaten up than he had been that same morning when you saw him, but undoubtedly him.

He didn't say a word to you, didn't look you in the eyes. You sighed softly, walking to him and wrapping the blanket you've tore out of James' hands around his shoulders, pulling it tighter around him.

"You shouldn't be here." He said, as you helped him into his feet.

"Someone had to get you, Remus. It's fine." You assured, letting him take his time before you lead him downstairs. You don't say what you mean though, you don't say "I've got you" or "You're safe now" or "It's over" or any of the things you know he's tired of hearing.

It's been a silent, difficult walk back to the castle grounds, torturous more for him that for you. Still, you didn't push him to go faster, though you were worried he'd catch a cold if exposed to the weather for too long. You don't mention the limp you notice in his right leg, the way he winces when he has to lean into your side, like the very contact hurt him. You stay quiet, and Remus thinks he'd much rather listen to you chatting and doting on him.

The thing is, when Remus kneels, it's calculated. He doesn't put his weight on his bad side and doesn't let the blanket slide from his arms. He does it like he's trying not to be a burden to you.

You let him stay for a while, crouched down my his side, your hand tracing patterns idly on his back. Remus knows you have good intentions, but he's still him.

"You can go inside, you know?" He says, just the softest edge of teasing into his voice. It makes you smile.

"Are you staying here?" You ask, concerned and teasing back. Mainly concerned, though.

"Well, yes, but..."

"Then I'm staying too." You say, your tone final. You shift your legs so sit cross-legged on the ground, inducing him to do the same.

He indulges you, because of course he does, and the pain dulls on his legs ever so slightly. It's good enough for now, he pulls you closer to share a side of his blanket with you despite the protest. He says something about "not being fair", but you don't think much else is fair.

"Shouldn't we go?" He asks softly, and you don't know what he's talking about. You don't know how long you've been here, sat outside with your side pressed against his, your face in the crook of his neck as you both dose in and out of sleep.

"Are you ready to go?" You ask, not moving. You can hear his pulse just above your ear, feel his Adam's apple bobbing down as he swallows.

"No." He admits.

"So we stay." You whisper back.

And so you stay. And you might not think much in the world is fair or good, the moon or the fresh scars that would soon litter your boyfriend's skin or the night getting colder and colder against your bodies. But it doesn't matter, you are decided to be as fair and good in Remus' life as he'll let you. Love him hard enough to undo everything bad that ever touched him.

And just for a moment, Remus thinks he'll let you.