#chat. remmy

[daphnebishop]

REMMY & DAPHNE - paired event @undeadremcycle

Daphne strolled up a little late to the event, extending a to go tray holding four different types of coffee to them as a greeting and apology for her tardiness, I got held up, but I brought coffee. I didn't know what you liked, so I got a few options," She gestured to each one, "Iced and sweet, Iced and plain," Daphne shrugged, "If you like cream, I got those little packets in my bag," she nodded her head to the other two coffees, "These ones are hot, same deal..." she gestured finding a place to put the tray down before extending a hand to them, "Daphne Bishop and it looks like you're gonna blindfold me today," she gave them a friendly smile, tampering the wavering caution that threatened her bravado by using the brief flickering of silence between conversation to tie her hair away from her face. "You won't walk me into any trees or bodies of water, will you?"

[undeadremcycle]

"Sorry," Remmy apologized quietly, "just used to bein' told what to call people. Uh, yeah. Okay, I can do that." They nodded, relieved. At least knowing what she preferred meant they couldn't accidentally call her the wrong thing. "Oh, that's nice of you. I'm sure I'll be back." And they really were. They'd already kind of planned on it. They knew, already, that therapy wasn't really a one time thing. There wasn't really an end to it.

Remmy stayed quiet for a moment. They hadn't felt like they'd had much choice on telling their story to the military psychiatrist. If they didn't, they were given bad marks. Did they want to talk about it? "I, uh-- I was on the EOD team. Um, Explosive Ordinance Disposal. We were a special unit, worked on, like, disarming live bombs or undetonated stuff that dropped. And so, like, we were sent to this civilian town, where we had info that there was, like, some live warheads that were supposed to decommission. Only, guess it turned out it was a set up. I don't really remember what happened after I took my helmet off to try and disarm it. Lost an eye, some hearing--" they gestured to their left side-- "enough that I had to be discharged."

They shrugged, remembering all the blood, remembering thinking they just needed to wipe it away and then they'd be able to see again. Remembered how they didn't all make it out and how, if they hadn't all been trying to help Remmy, none of them would've been there in the first place.

"Guess that's what I lost."

"You seem unsure?" Elif observed. Her smile softening as she asked them, "If I told you I'd prefer if you call me Elif make you feel a little better?" She asked, hopeful that Remmy would say yes. She really did want to offer a sense of ease, at least within the room, and while Remmy didn't seem to be fidgeting, they did seem rather rigid to say the least. "Okay, well, next time, if you decide you want to come back, I'll have food and water set up for Moose too," She promised.

"I'd still like to hear it, if that's okay with you?" She asked softly. "While, what you say may be true, it doesn't mean your story isn't worth hearing. How did it happen in the field exactly? We could also talk about the weather or work or anything else, but if you wouldn't mind taking me back to that day, I'm more than happy to listen. But, only if it's a story you want to tell." When Remmy drew quiet, Elif offered up a small and understanding nod. "What did you all lose?"

[ellecdc]

Heyyy! I’m usually a silent tumblr warrior but omg I keep coming up with so many different Au’s in my head. 🙈 Also I love your writing it’s godsent. 😏

Tonight I was thinking of Model!Reader x photographer!Remus 😖💔. Who are like totally obsessed with each other and are always supporting their careers. Remmy getting sooo many candid photos of reader and using them in his portfolio. Along with them both going to each others viewings/ runway shows. I just can’t omg so many possibilities ..🥲

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this is so. stinking. cute. the second I received this I had to send it to @maladaptiveescapism (my muggle AU queen who gifted us all the beautiful, beautiful man that is chef!sirius) and she came up with the SWEETEST meet cute. thank you for sharing this prompt, lovie!! I hope I did it justice <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader who ends up being Remus' big break [2.6k words]

CW: fluff, swearing, reader has a dog and he's adorable, meet cute, fame

Remus needn’t look in a mirror (or one of the windows of the shops on the street) to know that his nose was pink; he had always been very sensitive to the cold, and it was only exacerbated by his love for it.

It was his favourite time of year; waking up in the morning when the ground was still covered in shimmery frost before turning into a misty fog as the sun poked its way through trees and buildings. The trees and grass were still grasping desperately at the shades of greens that it usually wore, but the leaves - determined in their journey - insisted on turning various shades of oranges, yellows, reds, and browns.

Remus loved them. 

He also found that people were perhaps their most beautiful when cold - he hardly ever left for his morning walks without his camera, which also meant he left for his morning walks without a pair of mittens or gloves which might impede his ability to control the lens and shutter - and there was something about the cool air that brought out the most beautiful colours in not only the trees, but also of the people. 

And Remus yearned to capture it.

He’d found a beautiful elderly man enjoying a mocha outside a small coffee shop who he chatted with for a while before he asked him if he’d be okay to take some pictures. Every crinkle near the corners of his eyes was evidence of laughter and joy, every wrinkle between his brow a testament to years of consideration and thought, every divot around his mouth was a story he shared, a kiss he gave, a meal he enjoyed. 

Every deep line on the man’s face - Albus had been his name - told a story, and Remus was lucky enough to have captured even a fraction of it with his camera. 

Remus’ fingers were struggling to thaw out in his pockets as he took the long way home - traversing through the quiet park in the centre of the city which was slowly becoming more lively as the morning wore on and the sun rose higher, though it was still quiet enough for Remus to enjoy. 

Some days he had more luck than others, not because there was a lack of beautiful people - because there was surely no shortage of that - but rather nothing that inspired Remus to create. 

Some days it frustrated him, and some days he was able to remind himself he was really doing this for fun and not being paid for his portraits save what small income he made through creator perks on various social media platforms. 

How nice it would be to get paid for his portraits, though. 

Remus had paused in his walk to bend over and pick up a disposable coffee cup from the sidewalk to put it in a rubbish bin when he spotted the perfect picture. 

There was a wrought-iron and wooden slat park bench a few paces away from the footpath in the park sitting in a lone ray of sun that managed to force its way through the treetops as if some deity had placed a spotlight on it to ensure Remus would notice it.

The patch of grass that the sun was kissing was melting into its usual green whilst the grass surrounding it was still its unique combination of dark sage, green, and silver courtesy of the autumn twilight.

A senior looking dog - a border collie, if Remus guessed correctly - attached to a simple red lead seemed to have found himself a good stick for chewing as he basked in the sun, the lead looped gently around the wrist of his person who sat on the bench with a ratty looking paperback in their hand. 

You were ethereal. 

You had one hand shoved into a knitted mitten whilst the other held your book, though a second mitten sat ready should you no doubt decide your free hand was too cold and needed to switch. You had multiple layers on and a comfy pair of shoes. Clearly out for a walk yet knowing that your dog did less walking now-a-days and spent more time in sunny spots with a nice stick, you came prepared with a novel to enjoy the transitionary season much the same way Remus did. 

And you were stunning.

You looked like a sip of warm apple cider, like the trees had parted their branches just to give the sun somewhere to direct its warmth and light, like the sun came out only for the chance of seeing you.

Remus actually took a look around him to see if anyone else was seeing what he was - nothing short of a masterpiece - but the masses appeared wholly unaware that they were in the presence of something hallowed. 

He lost his nerve more times than he could count as he tried to convince his boots to take him in your direction, to start up the conversation the same way he always did with every other stranger he stopped on the street to take their picture. But this felt different, you were different, you-

…were looking over at him; your dog ceasing to chew on his stick in favour of staring intently at Remus alerting you to the fact that you had an admirer (at best, or a stalker at worst).

To avoid looking like the latter, Remus forced his feet to bring him to you, smiling at you as you marked your place in your book and closed it before offering him a wary smile of your own. 

“Pardon me, I’m terribly sorry to intrude, but, erm, well-” sodding son of a bitch, stick to the script, “my name is Remus and I’m a street photographer, I uhm, I take portraits of people I pass on the street and post them to my socials.” He offered awkwardly as he pulled out his phone - numb fingers nearly dropping it as he raced to try to prove to you he wasn’t some creep with a long-distance lens on his camera hanging around public parks - wincing as the end of his sentence lilted up in the form of a question. 

“I couldn’t help but notice you and your dog, here,” he pushed on, said dog still watching him carefully and tilting his head at the end of every one of his sentences, “and you look beautiful- or, rather, it makes a beautiful picture! I, well, I guess I was wondering if you’d mind if…I took your picture?”

And by some absolute twist of fate, you had the good graces to simply smile at him like he wasn’t some awkward bumbling fool which only served to make you even more beautiful as you handed him his phone back.

“That’s really cool, Remus,” you offered, sounding as though you were testing how his name felt forming from your lips as you made eye contact with him, “thank you. I’d be happy to be your model.”

“Brilliant.” Remus let out with a breath of relief. “Now are you and…” he paused as he gestured toward your companion. 

“Ziggy.”

“...Ziggy a package deal or should I ask him his rates?” 

You let out a bubbly laugh which encouraged Ziggy to sit up - albeit slowly due to his age - and cock his head at you. 

“What do you say, Ziggs?” You asked the canine who cocked its head the other way. “Do you want to model too?” 

As if the dog knew you were waiting for a response, he let out a polite bark before laying back down. 

“Well there you have it, Remus; we’re all yours.” 

The picture returned to its previous perfection; between you returning to your novel sans one mitten and Ziggy’s focus back to his treasure, Remus was able to capture you exactly how he wanted. You were wearing a soft smile which only grew when Remus nearly bumped into a jogger in an attempt to get a different angle. 

You held your book to your mouth to hide your laughing as he called a hasty apology to the girl who barely slowed down on his account, and he shot a cute picture of you like that, too; your eyes full of mirth and crinkling at the corners in a quiet laugh at his expense. 

Remus was infatuated. 

It felt blasphemous in some way, but Remus had to admit he was very chuffed to have an excuse to join you on your alter bench, pretending as though you leaning into him - for warmth or for a better view of his camera screen, he wasn’t sure - didn’t make him feel like his heart was trying to exit out of his throat as you sung your praises for the pictures. 

“Remus.” You hissed as if you really couldn’t believe your eyes. “These are really good! Oh my god…”

Remus chuckled awkwardly as you brought the camera closer to you, ultimately forcing Remus to breathe your air as the camera strap pulled his body closer to yours. 

“You’re very talented.” You added earnestly  before looking up at him with something akin to awe. “Do you have a portfolio?”

“Erm, well,” he mumbled, suddenly very aware that he was nearly on top of a relative stranger in this public park at about 8:30 in the morning, “I��sort of? I mean, I have my socials.”

You nodded at him and looked back down at his camera before passing it back to him. “Are you going to post these?” 

“I’d very much like to, if you’re okay with that?” 

“Please do.” You agreed readily. “Do you tag people in your portraits?”

Remus nearly snickered as he thought of Albus this morning who seemed completely perplexed by the phone in Remus’ hand let alone by the concept of social media. “Sometimes; not everyone I photograph is online. Would you like to be tagged?”

“Yes please.” You beamed at him; Remus’ fingers itched to lift his camera back up to capture you like this, too. Fuck, you were beautiful. “My mum’s always saying she doesn’t have nearly enough pictures of me.”

“Well we can’t have that.” Remus chuckled as he pulled out his phone and opened the notes app so you could add your Instagram handle. 

“It was very nice meeting you, Remus.” You offered, and Remus felt something close to shock at how truly sincere you sounded. “You should be charging people for that.” You added, gesturing to the camera hanging from his neck. 

“I could always start now.” He offered in jest, and he was rewarded again by your bubbling laugh; Remus felt nearly torn at having to leave, every shift of your face and expression begging to be photographed, and every muscle in his body begging to do the photographing. 

But when he offered you a smile and a slightly awkward wave as he walked away  - the sound of your laugh still  echoing in his mind - he wondered if maybe, in some universe out there, there was a version of him that got to commit every expression that crossed your face - to memory or film, either would suffice. 

𓆱𓇢𓆸𓆱𓇣𓆱𓇢𓆸𓆱𓇣𓆱

The following day, Remus couldn’t escape the office meeting quick enough; his phone buzzing incessantly the last twenty five minutes of the forty five minute planning session - that he was supposed to be taking dutiful notes throughout - burning a hole through his trouser pocket and into the muscle of his thigh. 

35 missed calls from Sirius.

12 missed calls from James

Sirius: answer the fucking phone, you sod!!

Sirius: when the fuck did you take these!?!? (4 attachments)

Sirius: Lupin I STG

James: Lily is freaking out!!! Did you get an autograph??

James: who am I kidding. You had no idea, did you?

“What the fuck…” Remus murmured under his breath as he scrolled through the notifications on his lock screen, blushing something fierce when a coworker brushed past him reminding him he was supposed to be being professional which generally meant not swearing. 

The second Remus stepped onto the pavement outside of his building, his phone started ringing again. 

“What the fuck is going on?” He answered instead of saying ‘hello, Sirius; alright?’. 

“What the fuck is going on!?” Sirius barked back. “How about you tell me when the fuck you met Y/N L/N!?” 

Remus felt his eyebrows cinch as he pulled his phone from his face when another text came in. 

Lily: I’m so fucking jealous right now!

Lily: also, I should probably say congrats; I’m sure this is going to be great for your career!

“Remus!”

“Christ, Sirius, I’m here.” Remus muttered as he brought the phone back to his ear. “But I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“Son of a bitch.” Sirius muttered on the other end of the line. “The pictures you posted yesterday!”

“Of the man? Or-”

“The bird! Remus! Y/N L/N!”

Remus suddenly realised why the name sounded familiar; it had been your instagram handle.

“Oh! Do you know her?”

“Do I know her? Mate, she’s fucking famous.”

“What?”

“She’s a sodding model! She’s been in Sports Illustrated, walked in New York Fashion Week and Paris Fashion Week, she was in a music video recently; fuck who was the artist…”

“Wha- what the fuck? How did I not know this?” Remus asked dumbly. 

“God, you’re thick. Did you not notice the fucking blue checkmark next to her name on instagram when you tagged her?” 

Remus was so glad Sirius couldn’t see him right now; he always felt properly chastised when it was Sirius handing his ass to him, but this felt bigger somehow. 

“Well… I don’t know, I’m verified too but that doesn’t mean anyone knows me!” He argued half-heartedly; he really hadn’t noticed…

Sirius snorted. “Yeah well, everyone’s gonna know you now, mate.”

“What do you mean?” Remus asked sternly.

“I mean” Sirius started theatrically “that she’s shared your original post to her story and posted your pictures to her page and tagged you as the photographer. She only posted it two hours ago and it already has almost 70,000 likes. Have you not looked at instagram?”

“Sirius, I work in a fucking corporate office, I can’t be on my phone all of the time.” He spat rather petulantly. 

“Bully for you.” Sirius muttered in response. “Check now then.”

Remus stole himself as he closed the call screen that simply consisted of a terrible picture of Sirius before opening up instagram. 

The notification tab simply read 100+, but when he moved to view his profile he realised he had gained nearly 10,000 followers just since leaving for work this morning. 

“Jesus…” Remus breathed out slowly. 

“You might want to put a portfolio together, mate.” Sirius offered, tone still slightly teasing, though the edges were softer and Sirius’ pride was nearly palpable even through the phone. “This might finally be your big break.”

All because Remus had noticed you - a beautiful girl - in the park with a book and a dog sitting in a lone ray of sun that managed to force its way through the treetops… as if some deity placed a spotlight on it to ensure Remus would notice. 

And of course he noticed you; how could he not?

I'd be happy to be your model. Do you have a portfolio? You should be charging people for that.

This might finally be your big break. 

Little did either of you know that you would end up being Remus’ big break.

[inkdrinkerworld]

hiiii bae bae!!! you asked for softdom! remus/causal dominance remus and boy oh boy am i all earsssss

i’d love to see a softdom!remus and reader out in public maybe at the (bar or a house party?) and he always has a grip on her just to make sure she’s safe but she slips away for a moment or maybe someone comes up to her as she’s alone and remus has to tap into his protective mode but does it in such a nonchalant way as to not worry the reader?? if that makes sense?? if it doesn’t no worries!!❤️❤️

love ur work bae so excited to all of ur works w thisss

You’re in your prettiest get up and Remus hasn’t been shy of letting you know that.

You’re in a backless, red top and a black mini skirt with boots and Remus has probably at least once since you’ve been to the bar tried to take you to the bathroom.

He was successful and your hair looks even better now than it did when you’d just arrived.

“M’going to get a Jack and coke, Remmy.” He nods, his hand rubbingover your bum as you slip off his lap and make your way to the bartender.

Remus’ eyes trail behind you, unable to stop himself from being drawn to the expanse of your back and the freckles that dot your skin like one big constellation.

“You know if you weren’t together it would be a little pathetic how lovesick you are.” Sirius comments with a smile as he drains the last of his beer.

Remus rolls his eyes. “What’s pathetic about being in love?” It’s James that asks what Remus was thinking.

“Oh you wouldn’t see anything wrong with it Prongs, you’re worse off than our Moony here.”

James shrugs, not really caring. So what him and Remus are devoted the way they are.

Remus doesn’t last in the conversation much longer, moving in search of you when he notices the way you’ve stiffened up at the counter.

He finds you with little trouble. His hand falls to the small of your back, ringed fingers slipping past the band of your skirt. You don’t even turn back to look at him, you just lean right into him.

Remus’ stomach does a flip and clenches at the way you do it so effortlessly.

“Taking too long, pretty girl?” Not once has he looked at the guy that had been trying to chat you up. Instead, he’s all focused on you.

“Mhm, I changed my mind when we got here. Got a cherry vodka instead.” You turn to look at him then, Remus notes that the man walks off and smiles down at you.

“Did you actually?” You nod, eyes wide as you look up at him. “Have I told you that you look really, really good tonight?”

You beam, “Two really’s?” Remus smiles, nodding as the bartender brings your drink out.

“Two really’s, lovely girl.” You take a sip and giggle.

“Taste?” You raise your hand to offer him the glass, instead Remus hooks his finger beneath your chin and kisses you.

“Delicious.”

[plathfiles]

rockstar!remus with clingy and drunk reader pls pls pls 🫶🫶🫶

of course!!! omg I love this idea

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary : at one of the marauders after parties, you have a little too much to drink.

warnings : not proof read, major fluff

paring: remus lupin x fem!reader

Remus had just performed a sold out concert with his fellow band mates — the Marauders. Now, he was at an after party, filled to the brim with groupies, celebrities, music producers, etc. But he only wanted to find you, to take you home and sleep.

He was exhausted and as much as he loved being famous and well known, Remus enjoyed performing and making music more than going to parties.

The sandy haired boy attempted to find you in the crowd, but alas could not. Where did you go? He thought, turning every corner as if it was a labyrinth. With every part of Sirius’ mansion, more people were in his way.

Meanwhile, Marlene, Dorcas, and Alice had taken you after the concert. The girls wanted to get to the after party as soon as possible. Alice had her hopes up to see the new A-list actor, Frank Longbottom. Marlene and Dorcas, already together and in the music industry themselves, promised to introduce the two.

While Alice was chatting up Frank, and Marlene and Dorcas were busy making out in a broom closet, you had gotten bored and missed Remus. So you indulged in a few drinks.

…

Stepping outside, the cold night air made Remus smile. Inside the house was hot and sticky. He smiled when he spotted you, a red solo cup in your hand. You were laughing and Remus walked towards you.

“Hey love,” he said, a hand going on the small of your back. You turned to him and smiled drunkenly.

“Remus!” You exclaimed, a crooked smile taking over your face. “I missed you so much! I’ve been looking for you since the concert ended!”

The boy could tell that you’d had a few drinks and we’re definitely not sober.

“I’ve been looking for you too Y/n,” he replied. “Want to head home?” He asked.

“No!” You whined, your head dropping. “Wanna stay and play beer pong!” You smiled.

Remus could never say no to you and especially wouldn’t say no to the cute smile you wore at the moment.

“Alright lovie, one round of beer pong and then I’m taking you home,” he said, compromising.

You nodded, it only being fair. “Oh alright,” you said, standing up and almost losing you balance. But not to worry, Remus was there to catch you in an instant.

“Are you sure you can play beer pong like this?” He asked with a little smirk. You pouted and looked a little annoyed. The crinkle on your forehead—that Remus adored — showed.

“Yes. I can play.” You insisted.

One round of beer pong later, you had sobered up some but not entirely. Remus was by your side the entire game, helping you decide which shots to make. Which James wasn’t very happy about, seeing as competitive he was. Frank and Alice were near the table but not big fans of the game, as they were too busy falling in love. James won the game, winning over a kiss from Lily.

At the end of the game you were beat and still a little drunk. You wanted to go home. As you were leaning against Remus for support, he looked down at you.

“I think we should head home love,” he said, grabbing you by the waist and picking you up into his arms. You nudged your head into his neck. “Alright, Remmy,” you mumbled tiredly.

Once in the car, you passed out. Remus laughed to himself at your drunken state, knowing full well you would be hung over in the morning.

“Come on love, we’re home,” he said, unbuckling your seat belt. You woke up, a bit drowsy and super clingy.

“I’m tried Remmy,” you pouted, leaning into his strong body. He wrapped his arms around you and led you into the house.

“We’re going to get you to bed lovie. Promise,” he said, kissing your forehead.

Once at your bedroom, Remus sat you down on your shared bed and helped you into your sleep clothes. He gave you a glass of water aswell. All the while, you reached out for Remus’ touch.

“Wanna hold you,” you pouted, already in your night clothes. Which consisted of one of Remus’ old sweaters and sleep shorts.

Remus undressed himself and hopped into bed just wearing his boxers. He pulled you to him immediately, waisting no time in holding you.

“Well maybe I wanna hold you?” He teased, kissing your hair.

You turned to him and smiled lazily, sleepiness coming over you. “You did so well tonight Remus. Greatest rockstar ever!” You said, kissing his nose.

Remus wrapped you tighter in his arms and kissed your forehead. “Thanks Y/n, performed for you and only you,” he said, looking at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

Because you were.

A/n: hoped you liked this! Don’t forget to reblog and like, love you guys 🥹 also I’m slow with fulfilling requests but please still send them, I will get to them i promise <3

[fourmoony]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

oh, baby - babies and remus' big head

sleepless - reader can't sleep. remus helps out. not with warm milk, though. nsfw. minors dni.

requests

remus has a library crush sfw

remus' library crush pt. 2 sfw

padfoot brings reader and remus together sfw

remus proposes marriage before the first date, question mark sfw

angst about second war marriage with remus sfw

sleepy chats with remmy sfw

[star-writes-sometimes]

look after each other

dealer!remus lupin x baker!reader

words: 1.8k

cw: pining, idiots in love, drug use, tension

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remus always knows when you're upset.

remus watched as you were finishing the strawberry tarts. he was not so sneakily stealing strawberries as you hummed along to the soft music pouring out of the speakers. it was friday night but you wanted to drop them off to mrs silvia tonight so you could sleep in tomorrow. mrs silvia was a kind older woman who lived alone and spoke with an accent neither of you could place - though you did enjoy speculating about it - and every week she would order some kind of baked good from you. 

you put them all neatly in a box and said you'd be quick even though both of you knew that wasn't true. she only lived two floors below you but mrs silvia always chatted for just a tad too long whenever she saw either of you.

so, seventeen minutes later and counting he was browsing through netflix waiting for your return. it was his pick tonight and he knew no matter what he chose you'd tease him about it, but he didn't mind. just as he was starting to get restless you return. you smile softly at him as you lean on the doorframe for stability while you tug your shoes off.  

remus returns your smile and stares at you intently. his gaze feels sharp on you, you always feel exposed under his stare, like he can see all of your secrets. 

you start walking to the couch and flop down on the side closest to the door and run a hand over your face, feeling exhausted. remus cocks his head as his eyes follow you, squinting slightly as he continues study you.

“what’s wrong, angel?”

you met his gaze and glared playfully “nothin’. what's wrong with you remmy?”

he glares back and scrunches his nose up “don't lie, sweetheart it’s not a good habit.”

“says the drug dealer.”

“bunny” you hate that tone. it makes you want to tell him every little thought going through your brain. 

“‘m just tired rem. and my feet hurt those shoes are cute, but fuck do they hurt”

he smiles slightly before he furrows his brows. he noticed your absence over the past few weeks, spending less time with him and working more. he pulls your feet onto his lap and starts massaging them. you sigh contently shuffle around getting comfortable and mumble out a small “thank you” he only hums in response “what movie did you pick?” you ask.

“a new hope”

“again?” you ask in a teasing tone.

“yeah. whatchu got against episode 4?”

“nothin’ just the prequels are better."

“you only say that cause you think hayden christiensen is hot." he rolls his eyes.

“well yeah and ewan mcgregor but carrie fisher is gorgeous so that's not my reasoning. i like the storyline of the prequels better that’s all.”

“you kiddin’ me love? nothing beats watchin’ luke destroy the death star."

“nope wrong anakin and obi wans fight is the best. episode 3 is superior.” you yawn starting to feel the exhaustion catching up to you. 

remus gently smiles and rubs small circles on your ankle “how ‘bout we compromise, bunny? we’ll watch revenge of the sith then new hope. that way we both get our favourites." 

you pretend to consider this and over exaggeratedly tap your chin in thought “m’kay remmy you got yourself a deal.” you hold your hand out to shake. he takes it and squeezes gently. 

“go get changed baby i’ll make the popcorn.” he taps your foot to signal them to move so you slide them to the floor.

“can i borrow one of your sweaters?”

“i left one on your bed angel.”

“you’re the best remsy.”

he scrunches his nose up at the nickname and watches you disappear into your bedroom. you smile as you enter your room upon the sight of one of remus’ brown sweaters folded on your bed. you undress before pulling on the sweater, a pair of comfy boxer briefs and some fluffy socks.

once you’re done you go back into the living room to see remus with a bowl of popcorn and and two cups of tea on the coffee table. he’d taken off his own sweater and was now just relaxing on your couch in his faded graphic tee and grey sweatpants. he’s fiddling with the remote loading up revenge of the sith. 

“hey pretty boy.” you give him a tired smile.

“hey bunny. c’mere.” you fall onto the couch and remus pulls you into him, loving his arms around you and letting your head loll onto his chest. you lean back and look up to him grinning at him. “y’ready for a subpar star wars movie?" 

“if by subpar you mean the bestest most awesomest star wars movie then yes.”

“whatever you wanna believe, love.”

he only half watches the movie. you’d watched them together plenty of time before anyway, he was more interested in watching you. he saw you grow slowly more and more tired.

just as padme gives birth, you start snoring lightly against his chest. he pushes some stray hairs out of your face and kisses your forehead. “g’night bunny.”

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and you always take care of remus.

the upbeat knocks on his door jolts remus out of his half asleep state sprawled out on his worn out couch. he sighs as he rises and cracks his back on the short walk to the door.

he swings it open to reveal a familiar smiling face holding a loaf of some kind of bread. he can't help but mirror your smile as he steps aside to invite you in.

“i heard you arrive home 20 minutes ago but i wanted to finish making my banana bread first so i could bring you some” you ramble on while heading towards the kitchen and placing it down on the small breakfast bar, then turning to face him again “mrs. silvia gave me some bananas yesterday apparently her son-” you’re cut off by remus’ arms wrapping around you and his head burying itself in your neck.

you softly start to run your hands through his hair while your other arm returns his impromptu hug. “you doin’ okay remmy?” you question softly but instead of responding his arms just tighten around you.

you furrow your brows and lean back slightly to grab his jaw and look into his eyes. “you high rem?”

“mhmm” 

“wanna go to bed?”

a beat passes before he slowly nods into your neck. you slowly untangle yourself from him and pull him into his bedroom. you face him and reach up to run your hands through his hair and down his face. he leans into your touch and closes his eyes. you move your hands lower and reach for the bottom of his sweater and slowly pull it over his head and onto the floor. he pulls you into a hug again and your arms go around your waist and lean into him. 

“remus dear?”

“yeah love?”

“please don’t take this the wrong way but when was the last time you showered?”

“um… maybe 4 days ago?”

“rem?” 

“yes?”

“can i run you a bath?”

“please angel.”

you giggle as you pull away and walk into his bathroom to start drawing a bath. there were plenty of bath products there already you had gifted him after you taught him how to use them properly. remus lingers in the doorway watching you intently. 

you can feel him lingering “strip, lupin.”

“if you wanted to see me naked pet you could've just asked.” he pulls his shirt off before fumbling with his jeans. he struggles a lot with the button before huffing and leaning against the wall. “babyyyy i need help.”

you sigh softly and move closer to him and undo his jeans “you got it from here pretty boy?” you tease lightly.

“you think i’m pretty?”

“course darlin’” 

he smiles and feels his face heat up. your comments always affect him more when he’s high. 

you watch him shyly turn his head away and smile fondly “the baths ready hon’ do ya need anythin’ else?”

he shakes his head, and you leave the room. once you hear the small click of the door closing you turn and head towards the kitchen. you cut up some of the banana bread and get two glasses of water. you take them to his bedroom and place them on his bedside table. you move around the room, lighting the few candles you had bought for him and grabbing some clean clothes for him. 

you knock on the bathroom door “rem, can i come in?”

“yeah, love.” his muffled voice replies.

you walk in and smile down at him. there were enough bubbles in the bath to preserve his modesty (not that he would have cared anyway) so you could only really see his shoulder and above. “i brought you some clean clothes babe for whenever you’re ready.”

“thanks angel.” he smiles, and you leave again.

you grab some painkillers for his unavoidable hangover in the morning. you decide to change into one of remus’ t-shirts and a spare pair of sleep bottoms you left there. you go back into the kitchen and start making two cups of tea. you set out two mugs and chose the tea bags but just as you start adding the sugar you hear a groan coming from the bathroom. you abandoned the tea and rushed to the bathroom.

as you walk in you seem remus on the floor, shirtless, with one leg inside his pyjama pants.

you can’t help the small giggle that escaped at the sight. “need help sugar?” 

“pleaseeee.” he gives you those stupid puppy dog eyes.

you help him to his feet and hold him to stabilise him while he puts his other leg into his pants. once his pants are securely on his hips you reach for his shirt and bunch it up to help him put his head through the hole. then, helping his arm goes into each sleeve. you smile and pat his chest.

you return to the kitchen and finish making the tea. you move to the sink to wash the teaspoon you used and the other few stray dishes when you feel his arms wrap around your waist. he snuggles into you and smells your hair. he starts slowly kissing your neck and rubbing small circles onto your hip bone with his hand.

“you’re being very affectionate,” you comment trying to come off as nonchalant despite leaning into his touch.

“i missed you.” he mumbled into your neck.

“you saw me this morning.”

“i know but it’s not enough.” he whines slightly in a way that is somehow endearing.

“seeing me every day isn’t enough? what did you take?” you snicker slightly.

“pads had some mushrooms. we’re not the right kind of close we need to be closer. i love you bunny.”

“i love you too remmy.”

“no not in the right way. not in the way i do.”

your breathe hitches. he was high. you force an insincere giggle “you’re so high baby. you ready for bed?”

“can you stay? please stay the night with me?”

“yeah, rem. i’ll stay.”

[lovableapocalypse]

part of the band | bassist!remus x fem!reader

marauders band!au

word count- 2.2k

warnings- swearing, fluff, probably some bad grammar and spelling i just churned this out after class

a/n- i had this idea in my head so i feel like this is no plot head empty vibes but its cute and i love bassist remus & will def write more of this universe

i do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

Watching them from the side stage will never get old, but there’s something about being in the actual crowd that you enjoy so much more. None of the boys have spotted you yet and understandably so. The crowd was thick but you’d still managed to get up pretty close to Remus’ side of the stage. 

You’d told him you were going to be late to the show mostly because you wanted to stay in the crowd tonight and not hear any of the guys’ bitching. They liked having you on the side stage so no crazy fans would bombard you and because they could easily see you. While you understood their testament, you also understood being a fan first. 

You showed up when the doors opened, grabbed your vip pass from the box office and headed to the crowd. Sadly for you the boy’s head security, Moody, spotted you and nearly dragged you backstage. You begged him to let you stay and he easily gave in to your puppy eyes and pouty lips. He led you closer to the barricade before heading back to his spot in front of the stage.

You pulled your phone out and skimmed your messages when you heard the girls beside you whispering quite loudly. You heard your name mentioned and glanced beside you. They shifted their eyes away and tried to play it off which made you laugh. You and Remus were pretty popular in the band's fanbase. You’d known the boys for ages and had even helped produce certain tracks with them. Their fans had coined you as the “it couple” of the band- Lily and James coming in a close second if not for their on again off again habit.

The said drummer and his girlfriend were enamored with each other and it seemed to bite them in the ass sometimes. You’re sure they would be the fans #1 otherwise. You weren’t sure why they loved you and Remus together so much. Part of you thought it’s because Remus is the supposed mysterious quiet one and you provide more content of him that they want to see. 

The girls were laughing nervously and you politely say hello and strike up conversation with them. You figure you’re going to be here all night and if you were them you’d want a nice interaction too. 

As the crowd files in and the room gets louder you completely befriend the girls. As you’re chatting about comfortable footwear for concerts you feel your phone buzz again. 

Remmy: Txt me when youre otw x 

You feel guilty for lying but you really did just want to watch the show from the crowd with no objections. You hear the crowd’s volume rise and realize the opener is heading on. You shoot back a quick ‘Ofc xx’ and shut off your phone. 

The girls you’ve attached yourself to smile and shout for the opener, and you can’t help but grin. Luckily not many other people have recognized you in the crowd and you feel a bit annoyed at the boys for thinking fans would ‘bombard’ you and not let you enjoy this.  

The opener is great and you all sing and dance along. They head off and you feel the crowd grow more intense awaiting the boys to come on. 

Sirius, the band’s frontman and lead vocals has been really entertaining the crowds this tour and you’re honestly proud of how well he’s been performing (and behaving). The boy’s have really grown into their roles and it’s amazing to see them all come together on stage. 

You’ve watched them go from recording in their dorm room all the way to renting studio time for weeks on end, and it’s bittersweet to see all these people here to support them. Your phone buzzes a few times and you wince as you read the messages. 

Remmy: Openers just finished

Remmy: Gotta turn my phone off soon, see you after?

Remmy: Be safe x 

As you read these another shoots through that doesn’t make you feel any better. 

Siri: quit making moony nervous

Siri: get here soon yeah

You sigh and tell yourself you’ll just stay in the crowd till the encore so you can see him before  they go back on. You shove your phone into your back pocket and glance around at the crowd again. 

The crowd cheers as the lights dim and you scream along. It feels so amazing to be a part of the crowd again and experience things as one. You can see their silhouettes moving across the stage and you grab the girl’s hand next to you and cheer along. 

When the lights fully illuminate on the stage the crowd erupts. You included. As you’re cheering you can’t help but laugh at Sirius’ smile. You see James wave as he moves to the drum set and Peter quietly moves to the guitar at the other end of the stage. Peter was always more quiet and just did what was suggested to him. It annoyed Sirius endlessly at times, but Peter seemed content staying out of the spotlight. 

Your face splits into a true grin when you see Remus adjust his bass and put his in-ears on. He’s laughing at something James said into the mic and Sirius rolls his eyes dramatically. James plays the opening sequence and the band plays one of their hits right off the bat. 

You’re shouting the lyrics along and feel fucking amazing being in the crowd again. The song comes to an end and the fans cheer enormously. Sirius laughs and addresses everyone, “What a good looking crowd here tonight, huh.” You laugh at his flirtatious self. Sirius makes conversation about the city and such but you're not paying much attention. Remus is messing with his tuning and chords and you can’t keep your eyes off him. He looks so fucking fit. His hair is messy and he’s flushed from the stage lights and you feel yourself falling in love with him all over again. 

The second girl you befriended shouts over to you, “Remus looks so cute!” You laugh and shoot back, “I know right!” 

The band starts the next song on the set list, a list you know all too well seeing as you helped create them for the shows. You dance along and lift your hands as you sing the words. The song comes to an end and the smile on your face hasn’t faltered once. As you glance at the boys again you feel eyes burning into you. When your vision passes over the middle of the stage James is sending you a shit eating grin. Fuck. He raises his brows at you and you shake your head back. You have no idea how he spotted you from his seat and you mentally curse him and his big ass glasses. 

He laughs but the next song starts and his attention is taken. You try and enjoy the song but you keep glancing at Remus to make sure James hasn’t said anything. As soon as the song ends you see James lean into the mic by his shoulder. You mouth ‘don’t’ at him but even if he saw it he doesn’t acknowledge it. You watch him speak into the mic and thankfully he’s spoken to the boys through the stage mic so the crowd hears nothing. You see Remus quickly glance to the side stage so you assume James mentioned your attendance, but not whereabouts. Then James opens his big mouth again and you see all four pairs of eyes move to you. 

Peter laughs lightly and Sirius huffs a laugh as he shakes his head. You finally glance to your boyfriend and send him a weak smile. You can’t read his expression but then Sirius occupies your attention, “Hope the crowd enjoys this next one.” He smirks at you as he also speaks into the stage mic and the opening chords to your personal favorite song of the band’s play. Of course. This song is rarely on the set list and now you understand what Sirius said into the mic. 

You try your hardest to just enjoy the song but Remus’ eyes haven’t left yours. You finally decide to not let them dampen your mood or your favorite song, so you scream the lyrics louder and hold your boyfriend’s eyes as you dance more sensually. He looks away clenching his jaw and you see James laugh at him from his drum set. Remus rolls his eyes at his best mate and finally cracks a small smile as he looks back at you. 

You smile back and the song ends. As he plays the closing chords he mouths ‘hello’ at you from the stage. You mouth it back and blush. 

The show goes on and thankfully the boys don’t bug you too much throughout. They keep sending you smirks and playful looks, but selfishly you think it’s more cool to experience it from the crowd. 

When you realize the next song is the last before the encore you turn to the girls beside you and say goodbye. You take a few pictures with them as the song starts and wave goodbye as you walk away. 

You maneuver your way through the crowd towards the security lined up by the backstage. You show them your pass and id and head to your normal side stage view. The song comes to an end and Sirius thanks the crowd for a wonderful show and the boys take their instruments off. 

They wait for each other and head over your way. You can’t help but bite your lip as Remus approaches you and takes out his in-ears. He’s more disheveled and sweaty from being on stage and he looks amazing. He smiles as he reaches you and tosses his head back lightly. You laugh and reach your arms out for him. 

He wraps you in a sweaty hug, but you don’t mind seeing as you got sweaty yourself in the crowd. 

“Pit monster herself,” Sirius laughs. 

“Piss off” you reply and roll your eyes. 

Remus hugs you closer and whispers into your ear, “Surprised me when I saw you down there.”

You sigh and respond, “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything I kinda just wanted to be in the crowd for once again.”

He nods his head and presses his lips against your neck. “I’m just glad you’re here.” You blush at his words and he pulls out of the embrace. He keeps his arm around your shoulders as you address the rest of the guys. 

“Probably could’ve stayed there the whole time if James didn’t have such a big mouth.”

Said boy laughs and gives you a look of false confusion, “Oh, you saw that?” 

Sirius and Peter laugh and you feel Remus chuckle against you. “You’re such an idiot” you say to James. 

A techie comes around and announces a 2 minute warning for the boys. They all grab some water and head back to the stage. Remus leans down to kiss your lips when Sirius grabs his shirt collar, “No kisses for her.” You scoff and flip him off as he pushes Remus in front of him. Remus laughs and sends you a look of sympathy. 

The boys jog back onto stage and the crowd screams. Now you wish you’d have just stayed down there. As if he can read your thoughts Remus catches your eyes and you share a knowing look. 

The boys end the show with their most popular songs and it really is amazing. You dance and sing by yourself and watch the boys finish strong. They wave to the crowd and thank them and Remus is the first to head back to you. 

He loosely grabs your chin and lifts your face as he catches your lips. He kisses you sweetly and smiles against you. He lifts his head and looks down at you. “You did look hot in the crowd though.” You smile but it’s rudely interrupted when James says “Don’t give her ideas Moony.”

You shoot him a playful glare and the boys laugh at your expense.

Later that night at the afterparty you were checking your socials when you see the two girls you met in the pit post the pictures of you all. They were honestly so cute, so you like and repost them. You’d had a bit to drink and were feeling ballsy so you figured might as well follow them and commnet. You left a sweet ‘these are so cute dm me them!!’ on one and ‘thanks for making me feel normal and not like a loner in the pit tn’ on the other. You laugh as people start to respond to the comments and fans realize you were in the crowd tonight. 

“Maybe you should stay in the crowd more often.” Remus muses from over your shoulder reading the comments as well. “Hmm. I feel like I’ve been saying that for awhile” you tease. He smiles at you and catches you in another kiss. “Just don’t tell Sirius” he laughs. “God, never” you respond. 

He grabs your hand and you dance, together, Remus pressing kisses into you wherever he can.   

[rosiestalez]

Taking a Gambit

WC: 3,400

Gambit (Remy LeBeau) x afab!mixed!reader

Summary: on a girls trip turned spending time with Remy after a bad breakup, you find yourself making a decision that will change the rest of your vacation and maybe even your life

Warnings: 18+, mentions of cheating, bullying, childhood trauma doesn’t go into detail, a little bit of smut, alcohol, not my gif, bad French, a girl from Georgia trying to write a deep southern & Cajun accent

Happy reading!

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It’s so humid out, you got the wonderful idea to straighten your hair for your girl’s trip to New Orleans, huge mistake. As soon as you stepped off the plane the humidity hit you like a wrecking ball, you’re from Georgia so you know that humidity could be bad, but you never knew it could be this bad. Your makeup is sliding off your face, your once silk pressed hair is attempting to retreat back to its normal curl pattern.

You and your girls pile into an extremely over priced Uber that arrives to an equally over priced ARBNB near the French Quarter. “How much did you spend on this Beebee?”, you ask tipping your sunglasses down. You put your hair in a bun a little bit ago ‘out of sight, out of mind’.

“I dunno, it’s was like $80 a night!”, she remarks, “but that’s okay, the man covered it all!”, you all giggle and grab our luggage from the car.

When y’all walk in there’s a wonderful smell of food. You drop your luggage and make your way to the kitchen. When you walk in you see a man, you jump back, you’re a tad frightened not expecting someone cooking in the kitchen. You knock over the broom behind you, the man turns away from the stew on the stove top and turns to you.

“Hello?”, the man has an extremely thick Cajun accent, and not to mention his crop top.

“Uh hi? What are you doing in our house?”, I tilt my head to the side

“Your house? Last time I checked my name was on the deed, ma chérie”, okay not Cajun , maybe French you think to yourself.

“Hey gi-“, one of your friends walked in to the kitchen a smile beaming on her face when she sees the handsome man standing in the kitchen. “Hey, I’m Briana, and I see that you’ve met y/n”, she sticks out her hand to him. He waltz over kissing her hand.

“Bonjour Belle”, you roll your eyes at his charm targeted to your taken friend.

“She’s married”, you point to her flashy diamond ring on her finger.

“Okay, and I’m Remy!, he introduces himself with a dramatic bow.

“Wow”, you huff, “what are you cooking?”, you walk over to the stove.

“I’m making GUMBO!”, he answers, flailing his arms outwards, his crop top lifting up slightly exposing the rest of his ripped torso, “would you masdames like some, there’s plenty t’go around. Judgin by the luggage in the living room y’all mus be starvin.”

“That would be perfect Remmy”, Beebee beams walking over to a cupboard pulling out four bowls. “Riley, Cora, there’s food!”, she yells. Two more girls shuffle into the kitchen stunned by the man serving up Gumbo and rice.

After dinner you’re practically falling asleep at the table while Remy chats up your friends, all of them are blushing and giggling like elementary school girls talking to the life guards in their Justice mermaid swimsuits. “Guys I’m gonna go ahead and unpack, and get ready to go out. Take your time though. Thank you for dinner Remy”, you stand up placing your bowl and spoon into the sink. You hear another chair scrape the floor.

“Lemme help you mon amour”, he smiles at you. You nod and he follows behind you picking up your luggage. He takes it up stairs to the biggest room, “this my room”, he remarks.

“Cool, when are you leaving the house, this is really unprofessional?”

“I’m leavin t’night, I just wan to make sure there s’food b’fore I left. Mamma always told me to feed the guests.”

“How cute, so all of this is yours?”, you ask and put your purse on the bed, “I hope you washed the sheets, you look like a player.”

“I worked hard, and they’re clean Remy got more respect for women than that, doll.” He gives you a tour of the room and you follow him, it is huge and the bathroom is insane.

“Wow.”, you are stunned, “do you think my friends would be mad if I stay in tonight, your food is on the verge of putting me into a comma”, you plop yourself onto the bed laying back and sighing.

“No, I don’t think they will”, he grabs some extra pillows for the other rooms, “lemme walk these to the other rooms and I’ll be right back.”

“Okay”, you sigh and roll over to your side, your eyes drift close and like that you’re out.

Remy walks back in and lets out an obnoxious sigh, but realizes you’re asleep, and he quietly tip toes back out after writing a note and slipping it onto the night stand before leaving to a hotel.

You wake up to your phone buzzing beside you nonstop:

Cold & Suffering😀🙄:

B- “where is y/n?”

Coracola- “she went up stairs w/ Remy and never came back down😏”

B- “omg😭”

*Rizzles laughed at a message*

Coracola-“I did see Remy leave so maybe he laid it and dipped 🤷‍♀️”

B-“Doubt that, she’s still hung up on Miles!”

Rizzles- “okay, but having rebound sex with the man who cooked dinner for you is very ✨demure✨”

You roll your eyes at the messages before replying:

Me-“we didn’t have sex, I fell asleep”

B- “oh she lives!”

Coracola-“SLAYY!”

*Rizzles thumbs down a message*

Me-🙄

You turn your phone off throwing it across the bed. You roll over and look up at the ceiling before standing up, the note catches your eye.

‘You looked extremely peaceful and I didn’t want to wake you. You’re very beautiful btw! I am leaving now and I wanted to say enjoy your stay. Here’s my number if you need anything, or want anything…if you know what I mean. (765)432-1010.’

You make your way back down stairs to see your friends all dressed up on the couch waiting to go out for the night. They all turn to look at you, “why aren’t you ready?”, Beebee questions.

“I’m not going out, I’ll go out with yall tomorrow, I’m not feehling to good the flight drained me”, you respond.

“Ugh”, they moan in unison.

“Okay we’ll call us if you need anything please?”, Cora states as they pile out the door to the Uber.

You walk back up to the room, and undress, you unpack your toiletries and begin wiping off your makeup from the day. You get the bright idea to text Remy, while in the process of unwinding. You talked for a while about how happy you were to leave your lame ass city in Georgia and visit a historic city. He threw in some French and unfortunately, you swooned. Your phone starts to ring, it is a FaceTime from “LeBeau (NOLA)”, you answer reluctantly. You see a big smile beaming across his face.

“Bonjour, belle”, his French accent shining through, “oh by the way I have a liquor cabinet help yourself”, he adds.

“Oh, I don’t drink much”, you respond.

“Fair nough ”, he nods.

You reposition yourself to lay on your stomach propping your head up with one of the pillows.

“Are you enjoying?”, he asks smiling.

“Yes I am, I decided to stay in, not feeling good”, your face softens to sorrow.

“What’s wrong ma chérie?”, his voice fills with concern.

“Nothing.”

“No tell Remy, something is bothering you. You’re to pretty to be bothered by something”, He raises his concern again.

“No, it’s pretty irritating and it’ll go away, that’s why I’m here to get away for this weekend.”

“So why are you staying in if it’s gon go away?”, he asks once again. You roll your eyes at his persistence, “Remy gives very good advice, but shit you don’t gotta tell me. I’ll just find out f’myself soon.”

“Fine”, you sigh, and inhale a deep breath before sitting up and propping the phone up on the lamp on the night stand. “It’s my ex”, you pause, twiddling your thumbs, “he keeps sending me sex videos of the girl he cheated on me with and saying really fucked up things about me.”

Remy has a stunned look on his face, jaw practically touching the floor. “What the fuck?”, his Cajun accent more pronounced. His bright red eyes fill with anger. “Thas fucked up, that jus don’t make no sense, why?”

“Like I would know, I don’t even know why he cheated on me in the first place. I did nothing to him.”

“No s‘not your fault cher, some people are jus filled wit evil”, he responds. “How long were yall together?”, he tilts his head to the side like a puppy waiting for a treat.

“One year”, you follow, “we broke up two weeks ago.”

“Woah, s’insane he would do a beautiful masdame like that”, he follows this, “d’ya know tha girl?”

“Yeah”, your eyes sink lower, “Riley.”

“Ya amie?”, he asks

“Who?”

“Your friend”, he translates the French

“Yes”, you remark, “that’s why I don’t want to go out.”

“You got that right”, he adds, “get him back.”

Your eyes widened stunned by his ‘good advice’, “what?”, eyes widen.

“Ya heard me, get em back”, he beams, eyes lighting up again.

“Why would I do that?”

“You a very beautiful woman, I assume he ain’t, get em back wit a good lookin man.”

“Remy”, you sigh, “I don’t want to do that, I don’t just have sex to get revenge.”

“Fair”, his tone direct.

“Yep, so that’s why I’m not going out tonight”, you roll your eyes grabbing your phone and laying back down on the bed. “Where are you?”

“Hotel!”, he flips his camera around to show off the sorry room that he’s in.

“Yikes”, you chuckle out your nose. “Come back here, we can party”, you smile. You surprisingly enjoy his presence, he’s a little cocky, but he makes you smile.

“Ha, d’ya play poker?”, he asks.

“I can play 21”, you smile.

“Close nough, imma be there soon.” He hangs up the phone, and you change into some more presentable clothes, but yet still comfortable. You take it upon yourself to borrow one of his purple sweatshirts because you weren’t expecting his house to be freezes cold. You make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen searching for something to munch on, you smile when you see a snack cabinet specifically for guests and renters. You nestle yourself into the plush vintage couch that matches the aesthetic of the French quarter.

You flip through a couple channels on the tv before landing on the Animal Planet because reruns of your favorite childhood tv show ‘Dirty Jobs’ was currently on. You’re hair fully curled back up, because you did rinse out the rest of the silk press earlier, revealing bouncy, but some what frizzy 3c curls. You let out a long sigh when the door knob starts jiggling you jump up making a run to the door grabbing a random baseball bat, when the door opens you swing the bat hitting Remy in the stomach.

“Ooo”, he groans dropping to the floor holding his stomach. You drop the bat cupping your mouth to stifle a giggle. You quickly rush down to his aid still trying not to laugh and planting a look of concern onto your face.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!”, you exclaim.

“S’all good”, he grumbles out, “jus-ow-needa-minute”, he exhales, “good arm you got there.”

“Yeah, I played softball in highschool”, you respond. You help him off the floor closing the door muffling the outside noise and bring him to the couch. “Let me grab some ice!”, you spark.

“That’ll be great cher”, he responds shifting slightly. You return with a bag of ice placing it on his abdomen, he looks up at you and smiles. “Thanks.”

“I’m so sorry, it’s definitely gonna leave bruises, you lift up his shirt to reveal a spot begging to form.

“Well at least I’ll know a beautiful woman gave em to me”, he chuckles. You roll your eyes, still enamored by his body, his voice, his charm. You didn’t understand why it’s only been one day, but you would drop everything to have him around all the time.

“You make me blush”, you say with a slight hint of sarcasm lining your voice, “I don’t think they’ll be back anytime tonight, I bet you around midnight Cora will call and say they found another party”, you sigh.

“you’s ain the party type?”

“Not really.”

“I ain’t either, I like stayin home and watchn a good movie, playin cards”, he responds. He looks down at your hands lightly resting on his torso, “you’re nail s’pretty, I like purple”, he compliments the dark purple color you just did for your trip to NOLA. “You look good in my sweatshirt too”, he adds lightly grabbing the sleeve.

You blush, “thanks”, you remove your hands from his abs swiftly pulling the sleeves of the sweater over your hands.

“Don’t hide mon amor”, he pulls your hand and holds it tightly, rubbing his thumb on your knuckles.

“No it just hit me that I was touching you, I’m sorry”, you chuckle.

“Don’t be Remy don’t mind!”, he exclaims placing your hand back on his belly.

You’re 3 rounds deep in 21, he keeps winning and you keep busting, never trusting your gut. The air is filled with laughter as you both tell funny stories about your childhoods and about current day. “So are you from here?” You ask shuffling the deck to prepare for another round.

“Born n’ raised”, he remarks with a smirk, “are you from Georgia?”

“I am, I was too born and raised, but I didn’t live in Macon my whole life, I moved there when I was a girl, I’m actually from Moody”, you answer. “It’s a smaller subset town of Valdosta!”, you chirp.

“Oh wow”, he responds.

“Yeah, crazy right”, you smirk dealing the cards. You behind the fourth round and as quickly as it started it ended, finally you won a round, “YES!”, you exclaim fist pumping the air!

“You took a gambit cher and it put you in a good spot”, he responds to your win, “I’m bored of this game, do you wan watch a show?”, he asks cleaning up the card and placing them back in their spot inside the coffee table.

“You’re not bored you’re just upset that you lost”, you laugh.

“Damn you’s caught me”, he sarcastically sulks.

“But yes we can watch a show, I’m not picky we can watch anything!”

“Okay, do you like Disney?”, he asks taking a spot quite close to you in the couch. His arm is stretched out behind you, and you subconsciously lean into him without even realizing. You nod at his question and he opens Disney+, “is that your natural hair?”, you nod, “it’s beautiful cher!”

“Thank you”, you blush at this compliment, it’s very rare for a white man to compliment your hair without touching it or comparing it to something else. He puts on a movie.

“This is MY favorite move”, he remarks clicking on ‘Princess and the Frog’ you chuckle, and how adorable this man actually is. The movie starts playing, he gets up to dim the lights and sits back down next to you, he pulls you in a little closer.

About 30 minutes into the movie you receive a text from Cora:

Coracola: “hey found another party, we ain comin home tn don’t wait up!”

Coracola: “have sex with Remy!”

Coracola: “love you N/n!”

Me: “okay be safe, please call me if you need me! I’m not going to have sex with him, love you guys too!”

You close your phone and place it on the coffee table. You hear a light snore beside you and turn to see Remy asleep head rested on the pillow. You smile grabbing the remote and turning off the movie, “not done watching”, he shuffles awake.

“I’m sorry, I am”, you respond.

“Oh”, you could probably hear his heart sadden.

“Yous sleepy?”, he asks, “go on to bed”, he smiles at you. You stand up hands gently cupping his face rubbing your thumb against his stubble. You turn to walk up the stairs, you know he’s looking so you sway your hips with each step you take.

You make it upstairs and you softly close the bedroom door behind you, stripping off all of your clothes except for your underwear and crawl into bed letting the warm blankets embrace you tired body. With that you’re relaxed, your eyes closing as you drift off to sleep.

The smell of breakfast wakes you up from your deep sleep; the smell of fresh coffee, sausage and eggs fill the air. You roll out of bed putting your discarded clothes back on before stumbling down stairs wiping sleep from your eyes. “Bonjour, belle dame”, he remarks when you walk into the kitchen he’s standing over the stove cooking breakfast for you and him and it looks big enough it could also be for your friends when they decide to stumble back in. “I have some grits jus bout done, and French roast coffe brewin, and sausage fryn up”, he points a spatula to different parts of the gigantic kitchen. “You like grits”, your pouring some coffee and putting in your absurd amount of cream and sugar, “woah there doll, you don’t wan no coffee wit ya sugar?”, he mocks.

“I like my coffee sweet.”

“You don’t need it to be sweet you already sweet enough, sugar”, he reverts his gaze back to the sausage in the skillet. You blush taking a sip of your sweet ass coffee.

“Why do you cook so much?” You take a seat at the island setting your blue mug down gently. The windows were propped open the humidity fills the room.

“My momma taught me s’really jus somethn I always did wit momma.”

“Oh I see.”

“Do you cook?”

“Here and there sometimes I just get to busy with work.”

“What ya do f’work?”

“Oh I’m a teacher”, he turns away from the stove eyes widening.

“Yous a teacher?, still filled with shock.

“Yes sir, I teach first grade, sometimes it’s a little rough, but they’re little angels just wanting to grow”, you smile taking another sip of the coffee.

“We-you know, you’re a special woman. Your heart truly is as beautiful as you are”, his red eyes look at you deeply. “Oh well! Everything seems to be done let me make you a bowl, lovely.”

After breakfast Remy encourage you to get ready so he can take you exploring through the city now that it’s daylight and a bit safer. You do your curly girl routine and put on a little waterproof mascara, changing into one of the summer dresses you brought for your trip. You still have yet to hear anything from your friends so you allow Remy to show you around instead.

You walk around the FQ for a bit, snack on some delicious food, and even try some of Remy’s favorite drink, Whiskey Neat, to you it was not neat and you may have even gagged a little. You found yourselves hand in hand at one point while walking around, he says it’s for your protection as he’s just trying to be a gentleman, but you know better than that. “I don’t know if I told ya that you look very beautiful today, Une beauté dans le bayou.”, he compliments.

“Thank you Remy”, you find you and Remy sitting in a cafe that he said he went to all the time as an ‘enfant’.

“Of course cherie”, he responds.

“So are you Cajun or French?”, you finally expose your curiosity to him and he just chuckles.

“Both amor”, he follows, “mostly just a ragin Cajun”, he smiles taking a sip of his beverage.

“That’s pretty cool, so your related to the Canadian French people?”

“Somin like that yeah.”

“That’s interesting”, you smile eager to learn more about this mystery man who seems to care about you more than your friends who you still not have heard from except Beebee who’s keeping you updated here and there.

“I reckon”, he states plainly, “Tell Remy bout you.”

“I’m not as interesting as you are”, you chuckle re adjusting yourself in the seat.

“Try me, gon ahead, doll”, he just smiles.

“Well, I’m mixed, my dad is black mom is white”, memories flood back from your childhood, all the adoption rumors that floated around your school, all the stories your mom told you about how people called you a devil child, and how you were unnatural, all the racism you faced from both sides of the family.

“Hey that’s pretty cool”, he smiles, “why you lookin sad, belle”

“I just had it a bit rough growing up up that’s all”, you drink your water practically chugging in. This has been your go to tactic when you’re anxious, just chug water and hope your nerves calm down.

“Oh”, he pauses and reaches accross the table to grab your hand, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay! When I got to college the bullying stopped!”, you exclaim

“Well thas good cher.”

After a couple minutes your food arrives and both of y’all go to town, you ordered the best burger you’ve had in a while, and Remy got a some crawfish and he went to town on their little heads, you just giggle, he’s absolutely adorable. He pays for both of you not without heavy protest, but he just ignores you saying, ‘this jus what men s’posed to do’.

You two arrive back at his house, and you finally see your friends running around the house like mad women trying to figure out who’s shoes are who’s, and who’s going out clothes belong to who. “Bonjour, mesdames!”, Remy pipes closing the door behind y’all.

The girls stop running around facing the door, “Hey!”, they exclaim together before going back to what they were doing. You and Remy just laugh and make your way back upstairs. Closing the door behind him you both sit down on the bed, just laughing at the women down stairs.

“My friends think we should have sex.”

“What?”, he looks at you Turing sharply. You have to admit he did look completely fuckable in this moment, but you just couldn’t fuck him, you don’t like the idea of having a rebound partner.

“Because of Miles”, you add.

“I mean, Remy wouldn’t mind bein a rebound, but I do get a lil clingy after sex, I will bother you”, he chuckles.

“Yeah, me too, that’s why I don’t want to do rebound sex.”

“Cher, remember how I told him yous should get him back?”

“Yeah”

“Do it, you’re only here for a couple more days, so jus gon ahead and get tha ass back”, he adds, “gon and find a man and get him ba-“

Before you could finish his sentence you kiss him, you’ve wanted to do that since he came back to spend time with you last night. He responds to the kiss without hesitation. Your lips match movements. He leans you back on his bed, crawling on top of you deepening the kiss. His free hand travels up to your face holding you tightly with the other. You’ve never experienced a kiss this deep and this passionate ever. He’s filled with passion, it has to be his souther and French roots tied into one. Man is it beautiful, it’s great, until he stops, “doll? yous okay wit this, I’m okay if you okay?”, you nod your head pulling him back down into the kiss. Before anything could happen you hear a knock on the door, you pushed him off you and he hits the floor with a *thud* and an *ow*. You jump of the bed straightening out your clothes before opening it wide enough just for you to only be seen.

“Hey bad time?”, Beebee asks.

“No, yeah, no- you’re good, what’s up?”

“We are leaving again, we found another spot do you wanna come?”

You look behind you at the man still sitting on the floor rubbing his head.

“I’m staying here again, I really don’t want to be around Rylie.”

“Fair, okay well I will see you tomorrow, tell Remy I said hey”, she giggled and makes her way down stairs. You close the door as she leaves letting out a long winded exhale before walking over to Remy and helping him stand up.

“Do you have super strength?”, you look at him confused, “this the second time you’d hurt good ol’ Remy. Startn to wonder if ya dislike me”, you just giggle and rub the back of his head. “What kinda music ya like cher?”, he asks while getting up from the bed and walking over to the record player on the dresser.

“I don’t know Rem, I’m not picky. We can listen to whatever you pick”, he smiles and picks out a Louis Armstrong record. He starts swaying, he grabs your hand and politely forces you to start swaying with him.

“Beautiful belle”, he whispers, his chin rests at the top of your head, “stay with me. We can dance like this forever.”

You giggle softly, “I wish Remy.”

“It’s summer break stay wit me for the rest of summer”, he adds lowly. You let out a content sigh, pondering the idea for a second. He spins you around towards the bed and you take a seat, he walks over to you with a sensual look on his face. You scoot back spreading your legs so he has room to lay you back, pressing his lips against yours with so much passion you could practically melt into liquid form. He kissed down your jaw and neck, he finds a spot under your ear and sucks on it, that will definitely be a hickey; the sensation leaves you breathless and your eyes begin to roll back pushing your hips close to his. He forces your thighs apart more using his thigh, he’s pretty much straddling one of your thighs. You rub against his toned thigh out of instinct searching for release of the tension building on your bud.

“Ma chérie, ralentis”, he whispers in your ear. You whine, the accent is way more thick than it has been. You don’t know what he’s saying, but you can only assume it’s about your movements. “Oh don’t whine belle, that makes me go s’crazy”, he smirks. “Can Remy take off your dress cher?”, you nod. He pulls off the yellow dress revealing you in nothing, but a lacy purple thong. Your tits are perky, and your nipples have turned into mounds at the feeling of the cold air. He smiles like a goofy kid, “Remy likes that purple, s’bad gotta go”, you smile with him, looking up at his red eyes.

“Remy?”, he looks at you.

“Yes ma cher?”

“Be nice.”

“I’m always nice, mon amour”, with that he slides your thong and tosses it somewhere in the room. He looks at you silently asking permission to go down on you and you nod confirming that everything is okay. He dips his down into your throbbing cunt. He lives light kisses on the lips and around where you want him.

“Rem, please”, you beg.

“Not yet, sugar”, he keeps up the teasing until his fingers get involved and they lightly pass through your folds softly rubbing your clit. You buck letting out a soft moan, “I can’t hear you cher, a lil louder so Remy can hear you, yeah?” You nod your head.

He has you moaning a writhing underneath him for about 30 minutes, he’s taken his time making you feel good, talking you through everything. He’s laying next to you playing in your hair and rubbing your back, as both your heart rates attempt to drop back down to normal. “Cher you did so good for me”, he smiles, pushing some curls behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I was rough”, he says staring deeply in your eyes.

“You’re okay Remy, it felt good”, you respond cupping his face, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I’m gonna shower and it’s starting to get late, I’m sleepy.”

“Okay mon amor, any thoughts t’my question yet?”, he asks looking up to you as you wrap yourself in a towel.

“I have, I’ll stay”, you smile and waltz towards the bathroom.

A/n- hey author note at the end! I noticed there’s not a lot of Gambit content which is so sad. So I’m currently taking requests for him! I’m sorry this one got long, I’m going to be working on a part 2! Thank you so much for reading! Don’t forget to reblog🫶!

[crappymixtape]

my heart in your hands

REQUEST → anonymous, 500 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ❝ angst prompt: “do you regret it?” – this gives eddie insecure about his relationship with reader after some shit hit the fan vibes | ( 2.2k – a sprinkle of angst, a sprinkle of fluff, all the feelings, established relationship, eddie x reader )

M Y H E A R T I N Y O U R H A N D S 🎶 loner, joan

Eddie was swimming in a sea of bodies, two beers raised safely over his head as he tried to find you in the crowd, music so loud he could barely hear himself think.

When you’d asked him to come with you he couldn’t say no. He never could. Not to you. And even though he didn’t really know anyone at the party he stood by your side smiling and nodding, quietly greeting your friends. Friends of friends. Letting you take the lead and chatting everyone up.

It was what had drawn him to you when you first met. The way your eyes lit up when you were joking and making everyone laugh. All animated and full of energy and exuding this bright feeling. The little group of people around you waiting for the next funny quip, hanging on your words and you loved it. Loved the conversation, the way you made at least two new friends at every single party and Eddie was so happy to just be there along for the ride.

Usually. But tonight felt different.

He expected to run the usual circuit. Walk in, grab a beer, find your friends, laugh all night until things grew a little fuzzy around the edges and go home, but not tonight.

No. Tonight you ran into Remmy.

“Remmy?” your voice had taken on a different sound, so surprised and so happy. Eyes lit up like Eddie hadn’t seen before, big smile pulling at your lips and when he followed your line of sight there was a boy at the other end.

A good looking boy.

Tall. All lean muscle and sharp lines. A shock of black hair and enough of a presence to command the room. Nothing like Eddie. The antithesis of Eddie. Everything he wasn’t and he tried to not let his mind run away with it. Tried to stay grounded. Squeezed your hand in his and followed along.

“Holy shit!” Remmy had yelled back, the grin on his face somehow making him even more handsome and Eddie’s stomach twisted at the thought of the other boy’s hands on your waist. Trailing up your back. Pulling in the scent of your shampoo as your hair fell over your shoulders and holding you close.

Holding his girl close.

“How are you?” you asked, shoving Remmy playfully with a hand pressed to his chest and he laughed. A deeply warm sound that made Eddie burn all the way up to his ears and when your hand fell from his he had to stop himself from grabbing it again.

“I’m great, how are you? I haven’t seen you since graduation,” Remmy hadn’t even looked at Eddie yet, eyes only for you.

“So good. I’m just over at the gallery helping with sales and setting up installations and–”

Eddie cleared his throat, hands clasped behind his back, trying so hard not to cut in and when you heard it your eyes widened.

“Oh! Rem. This is my boyfriend, Eddie,” turning you grabbed hold of Eddie’s leather jacket and pulled him forward, bringing him between the two of you and Remmy smiled his big smile.

“Ed. Lucky man,” Remmy gave him a wink and all Eddie could do was laugh. A small huff of air he had to force out and he hoped neither of you had noticed.

“Hah, yeah. Don’t I know it,” Eddie tried to joke, but it fell short and you caught the shift in his tone, the one that screamed I’m uncomfortable and you thought he needed a break. An excuse to get away.

“Babe, wanna grab us some beer?” you asked, thinking you were throwing him a lifeline and Eddie’s stomach lurched. Grab beer. Away from you. Leaving you alone with this other guy, this other guy you had chemistry with.

“Uh. Y–yeah. Course. Be right back,” he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead and turned to walk to the kitchen, a peal of laughter falling from your lips as soon as you started talking to Remmy again and the thoughts running through Eddie’s mind started to take hold.

He had to have been an ex. Maybe even the one right before him. The one that drove the bright red Ford Bronco out front with the shiny new paint and rack up top. The one who played ball in college. Parents had a house in the Hamptons. The one who could buy you nice things and take you nice places and treat you real nice. All the things Eddie couldn’t do and as he wove back through all the people with your beers he caught you back by the stereo where he’d left you.

Still laughing.

Still talking.

Still Remmy and he pushed and shoved to get through the crowd.

“Hey, sweetheart. D’you have a minute?” Eddie walked up emphasizing his nickname for you, beer bottle necks held fast in one hand and the other grabbing onto yours.

“Oh?” your brows pinched together, furrowed in concern, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah it’s okay. Just need you in the other room,” Eddie lied and he could feel Remmy’s eyes on him.

“Okay, yeah. Sorry, Rem. Catch you later?” you asked and the other boy shrugged indifferently, so casual, definition of cool.

“Definitely. Real good to see you,” Remmy leaned down to give you another hug and then glanced over at Eddie, “You too, Ed.”

“Yeah. Real good,” Eddie repeated, but he didn’t bother to sugar coat how short it sounded and pulled you away back through the crowd. Down a hallway and through a door and into an empty room.

You watched as Eddie set the beers down on a dresser with a loud, clumsy clink. He roughed his hands over his face and loosed a heavy sigh that groaned low at the end. Upset and frustrated and when he finally looked up at you his eyes were big and sad. Lips pulling down into a frown. His warm smile no where to be found and you felt your heart ache.

“Babe? What’s going on?” worry squeezed in your chest as you watched him, feeling so far from him even though he was only a few steps away.

“Do you regret it?” he asked, voice tight, fingers tangling in his hair as he tried to shove it out of his face. Tried so hard to keep it together and you took a step toward him.

“Wait. Regret? Eddie, regret what?” your heart was hammering now, beating hard against your ribs as you held your breath, taking another step toward him and he swallowed hard.

“Regret me. This. Us,” he flipped a hand back and forth in the space between you and you swore your heart stopped.

“What? No. Jesus, Eddie. Why would I–”

“I know I don’t know how to throw a fuckin’ football. M’not big and strong or–or riding around on some white horse with a bunch of armor and shit, but–but you gotta tell me. If it’s not working or–or if you wanna be with someone else–”

You took the last two steps toward him in one and pressed your fingers to his lips. Stopped the words from coming out. Shook your head and took his face in your hands, eyes searching his. Dark and deep like whiskey. Like liquid amber. Like if you looked hard enough you’d be able to tell him how you felt without saying, but it didn't matter because the words came easy.

“Eddie Munson. I don’t care about big and strong. I don’t care about football or stupid horses. I don’t need any of that bullshit. I need you.”

And his face softened, lips parted, leaned into your touch and let out the breath he’d been holding. Lifted his hands to cover yours, wide and warm and grounding.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice low and rough, thick with the feeling swelling in his chest.

“Yeah. Yes. Eddie–” you gave him a small smile, oh babe, “–I love you, Eddie. And everything that makes you, you.”

And then you pulled him in soft and slow, pressed a kiss to his lips, caught him as he fell into you and it was sweet. Full of promises and adoration and affection and god damn you loved that boy.

Pulling away just far enough to speak you smiled at him, “Plus, Remmy doesn’t know shit about rolling a nat 20 and that’s just a real turn off.”

Eddie’s eyes shifted, warmed, the heat blowing his pupils wide. Liquid honey, burnt caramel and he pushed into you, lips brushing against yours as he spoke, “Sweetheart, you can’t say shit like that. Gonna make me do somethin’ about it.”

You grinned, “Yeah? Maybe that’s what I was goin’ for.”

Eddie crowded in over you, arms snaking around your waist, lips pulling up finally into that smile you loved so much and he hummed, “My girl.”

And you hummed right back, “All yours.”

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[daphnebishop]

Firmly on the ground Daphne beamed a bright happy smile, maybe a little helped along by the tequila. Holding up the ponytale she smiled and fanned it out and waved it with a little demure shrug that was more fun and show than authentic demure character. Maybe a long time ago there had been a time when Daphne could have gone the demure route. Been soft and gentle. Seen and unheard, coy and lovely and everything her family had hoped for in a daughter but she was born wailing and had been making fun for herself for as long as she could remember. Even if that fun ofte bent way for unchecked chaos. "This?" She asked with a smile, dancing about to stand up right and out of the way of the bustling crowds. "I won it." She shrugged, "I could sell it. It'd make pretty extensions but I'm half tempted to frame it. What do you think?"

Option 2

Bars, especially loud ones, weren't really Remmy's scene right now, but when you needed money, you didn't really get to pick and choose which jobs you took. Remmington certainly didn't look like a bouncer, but they were strong and fit and, well, a vampire. They didn't really worry that anyone could overpower them, they'd learned a long time ago how to take on people larger than themselves.

Still, it was a struggle pushing through the crowd inside when Remmy noted someone was on the bar. Like, fully on top of it, strutting down it as if she were a model on a runway. As funny as it was, that was dangerous, and if the woman got hurt, it would be on both Remmy's head and the bar owners. "Ma'am, I-- you need to--" The woman floundered a hand out and Remmy grasped it, tugging on her hard enough to get her down but light enough to not yank her shoulder from its socket. Getting used to this new strength had been hard, but they were starting to get the hang of it.

Once the woman was down safely, Remmy looked her up and down, and immediately noted the length of hair clasped in her hand like a trophy. "Uh...why do you have the bartender's ponytail?"

[wehadabondingmoment]

Saw @remmicreates DTIYS and because their designs are spectacular I knew I had to join! Thanks for hosting <3 I've always wanted to draw Chat Noir ice skating :)

[Picture description: Chat Noir is ice skating in an outfit reminiscent of remmi's own spin on his suit from the show. Green spots of light are floating around his skates, ears and eyes]

[masivechaos]

HEALING MY ACHING SOUL

remus lupin x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

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Synopsis: You ask Remus out on a date but he refuses for a mysterious reason

Warning/content: kinda hurt to comfort, kissing, mention of wounds and bandages etc, reader is hufflepuff and pureblood, grumpy! remus and sunshine! reader, my English

a.n.: 1.6k words- remus loml

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Remus groaned as he felt James shoving his shoulder, the pre-full moon period wasn't the best one if his friends decided to annoy him. "What?" he asked irritated. James smirked before nodding his head towards you, you were chatting at the Hufflepuff table with your friends. Remus looked at you and- without even meaning to- his face softened. You were so pretty, even in the morning, whereas he thought about his own appearance and realised he looked like he haven't slept in weeks. 

"Y/n?" Peter asked as he threw a roll of bread in his mouth. Remus shooted him a glare and tried his best not to look at you even if he wanted to. He wanted to convince himself of the opposite but he needed you. When he was with you he never had to worry about anything, you were healing his aching soul every day. 

Every time he was grumpy and just wanted to lie down on his bed, to stay away from everyone and everything you would make an apparition and a smile would find his lips. 

Sirius, very not subtly, turned his head to look at you "You're ever going to ask her out?" he asked Remus. 

The latter let out a sigh "I don't know," he said as he took a bite of his toast. He wanted to ask you out on a date. You often had sort of rendezvous but it was as friends and he wanted you to understand how much he cared about you. 

"During class?" Peter suggested. 

James's face lighted up "Yeah! You're partners in potions!" his mind was digging to find a way of helping his best friend. Remus shrugged his shoulders, he didn't want his friends to get involved. As much as he always told his friends communication was important he was the last one to speak about his emotions. He hated talking about his feelings for you, it made him feel like an idiot, a fool. He knew how much he loved you, how much you were occupating his brain but he felt horrible when he told his friends. His mind was a funny little thing.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Potion class quickly came and Remus found himself next to you as usual. You smiled at him and his stomach twisted in his body. "Hi Remmy," you said. Godric, he hated this nickname. But the way it sounded when it came from your lips, he could only cherish it. It was one of the many exclusivities you had in his heart. 

You started to work on the assignment Slughorn gave you but he was more focused on the way you were so meticulous with the ingredients than his own work. He could stare at you for hours and it scared him. Just the way your tongue was poking out the corner of your lips was turning him into a puddle. 

When the class came to an end he didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay by your side. Maybe one day he'd be courageous enough to ask you to stay with him. 

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

"Lily!" you called, waving your hand. 

The girl turned around and smiled at you "Y/n!" she hugged you and you smile into the embrace. 

"I have things to tell you," you said with a grin. Lily's eyes widened comedically before rushing to her dorm, ready to hear whatever gossip you had to tell her. She plopped down on her bed and you followed her. "I think I have a crush on someone," you said followed by a 'heeee' of excitement. 

Her mouth fell open "No way! Who?" she almost sounded more excited than you. 

"Remus." 

"Oh my-" Lily responded. "You would be so cute together!" she grinned and you could only smile at the idea to be with him. 

You bit your bottom lip "I'm scared to ask him out..." you couldn't stand the idea of being rejected by him "During potion class all I was focusing on was the way his hands were so pretty as he was writing and-" You fell down on Lily's bed as you smile dreamily. 

"Ooh," she said with a teasing tone "His hands, huh?" Embarrassed, you felt your cheeks heating up and hid your face in her pillow. "You should ask him out," Lily said a little more seriously. 

"I don't know..." 

"You should! I don't think you'll get rejected. If you want my opinion, he loves you too." Your heart missed a beat. Was she telling the truth? Did you have a chance?

You decided that you were going to ask him out. Because if Lily was telling the truth and that he loved you, he didn't ask you out yet and probably wasn't going to. You had to make the first move. 

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

The next day, you found Remus at the Black Lake, he seemed a little angry, grumbling something as he aggressively tapped his quill on the parchment paper. "Remmy?" you said as you sat next to him. 

He tore his eyes from his paper and his face subtly light up, he was happy to see you. "Yes, love?" The nickname? You could die on the spot. 

You took a deep breath, it wasn't the time to be a coward. "I-I wanted to ask you something..." 

"Go ahead," he said with an encouraging smile. 

"D-do you want to go on a date with me tomorrow night?" you turned your head away, refusing to look at him. Remus' heart stopped beating for a moment, was all this really happening? He wanted to accept so much but then he remembered, tomorrow was the full moon and he won't be able to come. He hated to tell you no but he could find another day, right? 

He cleared his throat "Um... actually- I-I can't... I'm sorry-" But before he could ask you on another date you got up and left, too embarrassed to face the defeat. "No wait- Y/n!" he shouted but it was already too late. "Fuck!" he swore as he throw his paper on the ground. Lycanthropy was truly a curse and it poisoned him every day. With a heavy heart, he walked back to his dorm, refusing to answer the questions Sirius just kept asking.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

You told Lily about what happened and decided to spend the night in her dorm, you needed comfort and could mainly find it next to her, she was like a sister to you.

To make you think about something else and wipe your tears she decided to talk to you about the muggle world. As a pureblood, you never had the opportunity to learn about muggles and Lily loved to tell you about her world. You listened carefully and laughed when she told you about their pictures than weren't moving. 

During the following days you tried to forget about Remus but you couldn't ignore the fact that you hadn't seen him in a while. It wasn't the first time this happened but this time you felt a little more worried than usual. 

"James?" The boy turned around and smiled when he saw you but you noticed that it seemed like he knew what happened and was sorry for you. 

"Yes?"

"Where is Remus?" James looked a little uncomfortable. "Can you tell me, please?" you wanted to know, you were scared something happened to him.

James considered telling you or not before finally answering "In the infirmary." You barely waited for him to finish his sentence before running to the said place.

You opened the doors a little too loudly and earned a scolding from Mrs Pomfrey. "Sorry," you whispered. You looked around and found Remus' bed. As you saw him asleep there, covered in bandages, you felt guilty for being mad at him. 

You sat on a chair next to him and took his hand between yours. You stroke his skin slowly, you hoped he was okay. You waited hours for him to wake up and started to lose hope, maybe you had to come back tomorrow. 

"Y/n?" you heard Remus' weak voice calling for you.

"Remmy!" you straightened up in your seat and- without even thinking- you cupped his wounded cheek with your hand. "What happened?" you asked with a hint of panic in your voice.

Remus stayed quiet, he was hesitating. Maybe his secret had already ruined too many things, maybe it was time to finally let it out. "Please don't hate me," he said and it broke your heart. You could never hate him. "I- I'm a werewolf." He shut his eyes, waiting for your reaction.

"Oh Remus," you cooed, "You thought I would hate you for this?" Remus nodded, a little ashamed, "I would never hate you for this Remus. I will help you, I will heal your wounds- you know I want to be a medical witch" You went on and on about all the things you would do for him and Remus listened carefully with a smile on his lips. There was a moment when you thought you were talking too much but the boy asked you to continue. And so you did.

"Is it why you refused the date?" you asked, remembering two days ago was the full moon.

"Yeah"

"Oh I'm sorry for leaving Remmy," you apologized, resting your forehead against his. He told you not to worry and leaned forward. With his back against the headboard and your hand on his cheek, he kissed you.

You couldn't believe it was happening but you kissed him back anyway. "I love you so much," you whispered before pulling him for a kiss again.

"I love you too. Thank you for healing my aching soul, love."

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[delulu4marauders]

my sweet werewolf <33

y/n potter x remus lupin

summary: y/n was the only person remus could trust seeing him as a werewolf..

note: female!character, y/n potter ( james’ younger sister )

from the author: hey everyone! juliana here, this is my first time writing a real fanfiction so please don't judge!! i'm pretty bad at writing but i can’t help but make my own fanfiction!! i want to say thanks to everyone who liked the summary i posted, seeing all the likes on it made me so happy!! i’m still unsure about how i’m going to organize these, but i’ll make a way. comment if you want a part two and also comment any ideas for part 2?? btw sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes but lowercases in unnecessary places are intended. also it's 2 days until school starts again for me, so i may not post for a while but i will make time to write for all you guys who enjoy my story! tysm and i hope you enjoy!

word count: 3k

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          it was a clear, rainy day at hogwarts. the sound of the gryffindor common room fireplace crackling and the quiet chatting of the other students made the common room feel like home. y/n was reading a book on a sofa in the corner of the common room, quietly enjoying her book while sipping on her pumpkin spice latte. the spooky season was coming, and hogwarts felt like the perfect place to be during halloween. just as y/n took another sip of her latte, a tall dark figure stood over her. it was her brother, james potter. 

          “what do you want?” y/n shrugged

          “hey! don’t be so crabby! i just want to come check on my younger sister” james explained

          “whatever” y/n rolled her eyes, flicking the page of her book

          “jeez..” james said under his breath, sitting down next to y/n “you going down to the great hall for dinner?” 

          “yeah.. how’s sirius and remus?” y/n asked sweetly, shutting her book

          “they’re fine, but remus is- you know.. having trouble..” james worried           “damn. poor remus..” y/n whispered

          y/n and james walked down the halls of hogwarts amongst the other students who were running down to the great hall. they sat down at the gryffindor table with sirius, who was chugging down pumpkin juice, lily, who was politely eating her dinner and making disgusted faces at sirius, and remus. remus’ face had a lot of scars from the past few full moons. when he smelt her bubblegum scented perfume, his head immediately perked up. there she was, his best friend. y/n and james sat down at the table, james directly started chatting up sirius and flirting with lily. y/n and remus sat there for a few minutes, eating their food. suddenly, y/n spoke up.

          “remmy?” y/n sweetly but calmly said

          “hmm..?” 

          “when’s the next.. you know..” 

          “two days..” he muttered

          “oh.. is there anything i can get for you?” y/n suggested

          “no.. it’s fine..” he sighed deeply

          “alright.. but if there’s anything you need-” y/n got cut off by remus

          “i know.. just go to you first. honestly, y/n. you tell me every time! i don’t need to be reminded, you know that?” 

          “okay.. i’m just worried for you. every time you come down to breakfast with fresh scars and-” 

          “i’m going to be fine, y/n. stop stressing” he slumped his shoulders down while talking

          y/n was walking down the hallways alone to her next class. potions. not only did she really like the thought of brewing potions, her favourite professor was teaching that subject. professor slughorn. he was a super chill, laid-back teacher and wasn’t as strict as all the other teachers. she entered the classroom and saw everyone already standing at the tables. she goes to stand next to james and remus. 

          “hey” words mindlessly came out her mouth

          “shh, the lesson’s starting” remus whispered. 

          remus was the type of student to enjoy classes and have good grades so him telling her to shush didn’t matter. this time in class they were brewing amortentia. y/n read her potions book and read all the ingredients she needed, found them on the shelves and added them to her cauldron. 

          ashwinder eggs… 

 rose thorns.. 

peppermint.. 

powdered moonstone.. 

pearl dust.. 

and rose petals..

          “miss potter” prof. slughorn said “what - does your amortentia smell like?” 

          y/n smelt her amortentia. she smelt baby powder.. gingerbread.. melted chocolate.. and a new book. these smells together was familiar… something she was used to but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

          “i smell.. gingerbread, chocolate, baby powder.. and a new book..” y/n listed slowly, trying to remember who owned the scent in her love potion. 

          the next day, y/n was peacefully studying in the library. she was just finishing up her transfiguration essay when she saw a shadow of a boy. she looked behind her and saw remus. usually when someone interrupts her study sessions, she gets really pissed but since it was going to be a full moon that night, she didn’t mind. 

          “hey remmy, you all good?” 

          “yeah.. i’ve been thinking.. you know how you said if i needed anything for the full moon i could go to you?” remus explained fast. y/n nodded. “well.. i- i.. i want you to stay with me while i’m a werewolf..” 

          “uh- are you sure??” y/n asked uncomfortably. remus nodded. y/n thought for a while. should she risk her life to help her best friend? she did promise him she would do anything… “sure.” y/n finally decided. 

          “really?” remus said. he hugged y/n “thank you y/n! thank you so much!! this means the world to me!!”

          this hug was different. y/n and remus always hug, but this hug was not a normal hug. he was closing his eyes, smiling, his arms weren’t stiff and it just felt more - from the heart.. 

          later on that evening, y/n got dressed into her pyjamas and went to the common room to check on james, sirius and peter, who were remus’ dorm mates but slept in the common room whenever it was a full moon. 

          “hey guys, how you doing?” y/n said, walking down the girls dormitory stairs and stopping at the doorway. they were playing uno and of course, peter had the most cards with sirius down to one card. 

          “we’re fine, aren’t you staying with remus for the night?” sirius said, still focused on the very professional game.

          “yeah, wish me luck. i hope i don’t get eaten.” y/n said playfully, half joking and half truthful.

          “if he does, i’m going to beat the crap out of him.” james said, overprotective for his younger sister

          “james, i’ll be fine. since i’m sleeping in your dorm, can i sleep in your bed?” y/n asked. back at the potter manor, they switch rooms all the time. 

          “alright, sleep tight lil’ sis” james said, picking up 4 cards from the pick-up-pile since peter placed down a ‘plus 4’ card. 

          y/n walked up the boys dormitory stairs and around the corner to remus’ dorm. she checked a clock nearby. it was 8:47, thirteen minutes to lights out and thirteen minutes until remus turns into a werewolf. she knocked on the door. shirtless remus opened. Once y/n saw this, she immediately blushed. 

          “oh- uhm.. hi, remus” y/n said, staring at the floor to avoid the awkwardness. 

remus noticed what made her feel uncomfortable. he quickly threw a shirt on. 

          “crepes. sorry about that… do come in..” remus said, embarrassed. remus never really swore, so she was used to him saying words instead of the real swear word. y/n walked into the dorm. she saw that they had moved james and peter’s beds against the wall to make space in the middle of the room. 

          “wow. so how much longer?” y/n turned around to face him

          “well.. It’s 9:51, so nine more minutes.” remus said, checking an old, grandfather clock in the back of their dorm. remus took his shirt off again and saw y/n blushing.

          “sorry. it’s the only way i don’t rip my shirts apart.” remus explained. she could hear the sincerity in his voice. 

          “it’s alright remmy.. are you sure you want me to stay?” y/n said sweetly

          “yes please.. so when i turn into a werewolf, which is in.. four minutes, i’m gonna need you to hide behind sirius’ bed. and if i dont talk for five minutes, get out your wand and yell sectumsempra at me, okay?” remus inquired. 

          “sectumsempra? but doesn’t that injure people?” y/n wondered in worry

          “injures people, not werewolves. if i haven’t talked five minutes after i turned into a werewolf, it means the transformation didn’t work well and- nevermind, if it happens, just do it.” remus said seriously. y/n nodded. while waiting, they just chilled together on remus’ bed talking about school and their friends. 

          tick.. tick.. tick.. the clock hit 9:00. remus was sitting in the middle of the room and y/n behind sirius’ bed, clutching her wand just in case. she watched as he turned into a werewolf, which was not glamorous. 2 minutes after he finished transforming, y/n was waiting for him to talk. she really did not wish to use the curse. 

          “y/n?” a deep voice said suddenly

          “remmy? is that - you?” y/n wondered aloud, coming out from behind the bed

          “yeah, i’m not going crazy like usual” remus’ new deep voice stated

          “really? did you take anything?” y/n said, sitting on sirius’ dog hair bed.

          “well, my aunt gave me this thing called a wolfsbane potion that’s supposed to not turn me into a werewolf.. but she said the first time i try it i should mix it with like- pumpkin juice or water or something…” remus explained

          “well that helps..” y/n says

          down in the common room, james, peter and sirius were still playing uno. sirius lay down on his sleeping bag expecting there to be a pillow but of course, reality is always different from your expectation. 

          “crap, i forgot my pillow. do you think i should go up and get my pillow?” sirius suggests.

          “well, if the other gryffindor boys aren’t screaming then it’s probably safe.” peter teased. 

          sirius tip-toed up the stairs and quietly opened the dorm room door. he walked into the room, expecting to see a lot of damage in the room. but instead, everything looked normal. sirius scanned around the room for the grey wolf but it was nowhere in sight. sirius walked to his bed to grab his pillow and in the bed across from him, was remus in wolf form, laying on his bed. but he wasn’t alone. y/n was there too, they were in the ‘little spoon big spoon’ cuddling position with remus’ long, fluffy wolf tail wrapped around y/n’s legs tucking her in a sweet embrace. sirius was in complete shock. no one had ever seen remus in this state during a full moon transformation. sirius decided to shrug this feeling off, grabbed his pillow and walked back downstairs to the common room. 

          the beautiful, morning sun shone down on y/n, waking her up. she opened her eyes to see remus’ hard, shirtless and human chest. she looked up at remus’ face. he was already awake, reading a book. she was confused, she didn’t remember sleeping in remus’ bed. and especially with him. 

          “remmy?” y/n yawned

          “morning y/n” remus whispered sweetly

          “why am i in your bed?” she said, sitting up and leaning on the head board

          “you said that you would sleep in james’ bed but it was full of his dirty laundry, sirius’ bed had a lot of dog hair and you just didn’t want to sleep in peter’s bed so i let you sleep in mine.” remus explained

          “with you?” 

          “oh, i was sleeping on the floor but in the middle of the night i heard people talking so i got in bed too” remus said

          “oh.. okay..” 

          “y’know, you’re really cute when you’re asleep” remus teased

          “shut up! i probably snored all night!” y/n muttered

          “you didn’t, you were really peaceful” 

          “whatever” y/n rolled her eyes, leaning on remus’ shoulder to see what he was reading. it was a book on the wolfsbane potion. “oh, that potion.”

          “yeah, it really helped me last night. if i hadn’t taken it, you’d be dead by now” remus chuckled, half joking and half truthful. y/n laughed along too. 

          james, sirius and peter came walking into the dorm to put away their sleeping bags and pillows. 

          “had a good sleep?” sirius said, walking over to his bed. james stopped and stared as soon as he entered the doorway.

          “why the f**k are you two in the same bed?” james snapped

          “it’s not what it looks like, we’re best friends, james” y/n says, insulted by what her brother thought she was doing. she got out of remus’ bed and leaned against the bedpost.  “plus, your bed smells horrible! smells worse than when i use the toilet after you at home!” y/n teased

          “shut up!” james said, embarrassed. y/n and sirius laughed. 

          “so, hogsmeade weekend! you guys going?” peter asked, plopping himself down on his bed. 

          “of course! can’t pass up the chance to go buy lollies! probably even steal some too! you up for it pads?” james asked

          “duh!” sirius playfully added

          “well i better get dressed, meet in the common room?” y/n asked. the marauders nodded and waved y/n goodbye as she walked out of the dorm room.

          after she got dressed, she waited in the common room along with lily and marlene. lily and marlene were fangirling over their halloween costumes while y/n was reading a book on potions. the marauders came walking down the stairs from the boys dormitories. the first thing she noticed was james and sirius, doing idiotic stuff like always, so she just rolled her eyes. behind them was remus, wearing his chaotic academia clothes like always. y/n got up and walked towards him. 

          “that sweater is adorable remmy!!” y/n exclaimed. remus slightly blushed.

          “oh.. thanks y/n..” remus said, flustered. 

          “no worries! should we go now?” y/n suggested. remus nodded softly.

          they arrived at hogsmeade, they could see the three broomsticks, zonkos joke shop and honeydukes were decorated ready for halloween. they saw james, sirius and peter run into the three broomsticks and lily and marlene ran into a new thrift store. it was just remus and y/n. 

          “where do you wanna go?” y/n asked remus

          “there’s a new crystal shop i’d like to visit..” remus uttered softly

          “okay!” y/n said sweetly, grabbing remus’ hand and gently jogging to the crystal shop he was talking about. 

          they stopped at a clean shop with a big sign above the entrance that said ‘crystal clear’. y/n knew how much remus liked crystals, especially sparkly ones. on holidays james would visit remus at his house and y/n would tag along. back at remus’ house, he has a whole display cabinet for his crystals. they walked into the store, still hand in hand. y/n looked at remus’ face, which was happier than she had seen in a while. he let go of her hand to look at some cat - shaped crystals. she could tell by the expression on his face that he was in awe. like the feeling when you walk into a shop where they have all the things you love. y/n herself was looking around at the crystals. she saw a wolf - shaped crystal. it was so pretty and it captured the beauty of a real wolf. it reminded her of remus, and the night she spent with him in his wolf form. a tingly feeling crossed her heart. she thought.. was this feeling.. love? no, it couldn’t be, he was her best friend. she went to the counter, where remus had 6 crystals laid on the counter. 

          “i can buy that for you if you want” remus said, digging through his pockets.

          “oh.. it’s okay, you don’t need to” y/n smiled

          “please? i owe you, you could have died last night.” remus pleaded. y/n placed the wolf - shaped crystal on the counter along with his crystals replying ‘finee’. 

          they were chilling under a tree, eating lollies from honeydukes, chatting and laughing together. gummies, lollipops, bertie bots every flavour beans, chocolate frogs, the list goes on and on. 

          “why did you get a wolf crystal?” remus suddenly questioned

          “because it reminds me of my best friend” she half-lied. it did remind her of her best friend, but it also reminded her of her tiny crush on him. but she thought it was too cringy to say, and too risky as well. remus laughed.

          “same reason i got this” remus chuckled, reaching into his hand-painted tote-bag and pulls out a pink, transparent heart crystal. “reminds me of you because you look really good in pink and your heart is nice and kind.. also because… i kinda like you..” remus’ face went pink. he stared at the ground to avoid embarrassment.

          “remmy..” y/n breathed “i keep on trying to deny this feeling too..” 

          “y/n, we’re best friends, and we’re extremely close.. do you.. maybe wanna be my girlfriend?” remus asked shyly. y/n’s smile grew wide but didn’t want to be awkward. she quickly thought of how to say ‘yes’ without over - doing it. 

          “i’d love to be your girlfriend remmy!” she said, trying to contain her smile.

          that starry night, the marauders all met in the three broomsticks to have some butterbeer or pumpkin juice together. remus and y/n decided not to tell them just yet, after all, they’d only been dating for a few hours. sirius and peter were laughing at embarrassed james who was drinking his butterbeer, ashamed of himself.

          “hey! why are you laughing at james?” y/n asked

          “he tried to ask lily out but got rejected in front of all her friends” sirius teased

          “the poor guy, don’t laugh at him” remus said

          “yeah guys! don’t laugh! it’s not funny!” james said, staring at the floor

          “you guys are just jealous ‘cause you don’t have anyone to ask out” y/n snapped. sirius and peter stopped laughing. 

          “and what about you, still single always reading your stupid book in the corner of the common room every night” sirius replied back.

          “at least i’m doing something useful, you probably just stay in your dorm isolating yourself from everyone else!” y/n teased. remus spoke up.

          “plus, pads, she’s not single” remus proudly added

          “oh yeah? who’s she dating then moony?” sirius said, not expecting an answer

          “me” 

that word caused silence around the table. y/n’s face went pink and she drank her butterbeer. 

          “really?” james said in a fangirling voice. remus nodded proudly.

          “well.. i stand corrected, congrats guys” sirius muttered, embarrassed that he was wrong. he was used to being right all the time. 

          “oh shut up sirius, you’re just jealous because no one likes you” y/n bragged playfully. sirius rolled his eyes. 

          “whatever” he shrugged his shoulders.

[inkdrinkerworld]

I had an angsty thought I wish to share

So it starts out as introverted!reader finally makes friends with a couple of girls only to find out that they made friends with her to get close to the marauders( can be platonic!james and sirius with dealer remus as bf or poly!marauders)

reader over hears this and gets sad maybe she runs into lily who cheers her up and becomes her friends or she finds remus who's talking to one of the girls but they completely forget about them when sees they see her face puffy completely forgets about the girls to comfort her

(I love the platonic James and Sirius vibes rn I headcannon that they would jokingly refer to you as "our girl" just to piss off remus)

you’d been upset when sirius and james spotted you coming out of class, eyes red and full of tears.

“angel?” sirius calls just as james calls a very worried and shaky, “sunshine?”

you shrink in on yourself and allow your body to be swallowed by the crowd of students switching classes.

they find remus before you do, standing chatting with some girl from your economics class.

“she looked upset remmy!” sirius insists, and james adds- as though remus wasn’t worried enough,

“had tears and looked all weepy ‘nd everything.”

so when you come in their direction, remus pushes himself away from the girl and stops you from walking away from him.

“hey,” he catches a tear on his thumb. “what’s the matter, dove?”

you sniffle and sirius and james are crowding your space too.

“who made our girl cry?” they ask and remus tsks- it makes you giggle wetly and that’s enough for sirius.

“c’mon dove, talk t’me yeah?”

you sigh, “some girls, the new friends i made?” you start and they all nod. “well, they didn’t actually want to be my friend. they wanted to be yours. all three of you.”

your tears start again and remus coos, pulling you to his chest and rubbing at your back.

“m’sorry angel, they’re a bunch of dickheads.” sirius says and james nods.

“a bunch! so stupid not wanting to be your friend, you’re so funny and smart and kind.”

remus nods and backs their claims, “you’re the best baby, anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve to be your friend.”

he kisses your forehead as you lift your head and give him a little smile.

“me next,” james hoots, pushing at remus’ chest to get his lips to your cheek, when sirius pushes his hand to james’ mouth.

“me next, she likes me more anyways prongs!”

[velvetcloxds]

comfort fic idea?!? how about giving it to a certain soft wolf boy named remus, please? 🥹

GIVE IT A YEAR | R.L.

word count: 1k

warnings: for you nonnie? of course. teacher reader, ill reader, probably not all that relatable to anyone but me but it's been a year

summary: being a teacher is your passion, but working with the little monsters and constantly being ill is starting to get to you

You were sipping at a cup of tea, overfull with honey and too hot to drink so casually but you couldn't taste it either way. Remus had decided to take over marking the workbooks you'd brought home, very familiar with your very detailed sticker reward system after watching you every night.

"Eli has really improved his colouring," he breathed from your side, tilting his head to meet your gaze where your head had fallen to his shoulder, shaky hands still gripping your bunny-shaped pottery mug, nodding lightly in agreement.

"Yeah," you weren't as enthusiastic as he was used to, not just because you were sick and not feeling yourself, it was something else, something was eating at you. "Poor thing has been practicing at home mostly, his mom has him out of school with some sort of flu every few days," you scoffed, pointing towards the perfect sticker of an elephant shouting a compliment for Remus to pick.

"What?" he mused, following through and pasting it right next to the date stamped with your signature, perfectly straight just how you like it but the perfectness of it all didn't seem to matter as a little frown tilted into your lips.

"Probably one of the little monsters responsible for me being sick again," you'd been down for a bit, not resting like you should, between school work and university work, you'd barely had a chance to be properly sick let alone get properly better. As soon as you got even slightly better you'd get exposed to something else and be right back in bed crying and coughing and wishing for just a little more hours in the day and a little more pillows in the night to help you sleep. "Remmy, I'm so tired of this," you admitted and with the admission you took a shaky breath, Remus picked up on the little notion quickly, taking your mug away and settling it on the side table, large hand coming up to take your temperature again, still burning up and you were glad he wasn't facing you so you'd feel less embarrassed by the cough that shook through your body, seizing your lungs.

"I got you," he breathed, ready with your inhaler, already turning the little dial and pushing it to your lips to let you breathe the medicine in, he always clicked it one extra time for luck, one inhale never did the trick. "Give it a second," he instructed and you knew better than to object, taking in little puffs of air, looking at him all dazy and tired, gripping his hand tighter than you should but hell if his touch wasn't instant comfort. "You're tired," he made it sound different from how you said even though it was the same words.

"Do you think it would be better if I were someone else? Did something else?" you said it too casually, like you'd thought about it before, but he never thought you would. He couldn't quite picture you in a job where you didn't wear pompom earrings to make the kids laugh or watched kids' movies so you could chat about it with them at recess or spend the whole night talking about every little rascal and what they did that day or where you'd not take him sticker shopping every weekend, it made no sense. "I love my kids, they make the work worth it, but this-" you pointed to the inhaler, the side table clustered with too many pill bottles to be good. "I'm so tired of feeling like this, walking around like a zombie, my body can't take it."

"The doctor said it takes a while for new teachers," you knew that, he pulled you against his chest, careful as ever, he knew you were aching from all the coughing. "I know it's been a year, I know you're tired of the medicine and the pills and shots that should help but don't and antibiotics after antibiotics," he sighed, kissed the top of your head, you couldn't stop him even you tried to tell him you were too gross for cuteness. "Listen, if this is too much, if you want out forever or for a while, I'd support you just the same as always, but-" and he squeezed you for a little emphasis. "Is there anything else you want to do? Sick days aside, is there anything that would bring you as much joy on the good days too?"

"No," quick answer, the same one you'd come up with every time you thought about exactly what you just said. "They bring me tissues when I sneeze," you sighed, hiding a cough into his shirt, knowing he was going to take a shower as soon as you fell asleep anyway. "They have their moms pack me extra cookies and try to take my fever when I'm sitting on the carpet with them, or pat my cheek when they think I look a little sleepy," you smiled, he felt it. "They make it worth it, Remmy, I'm just tired."

"I know, darling," another kiss, you'd fight him about it in the morning. "And it's only been a year and maybe it'll get better or maybe it won't but maybe you could take it year by year?" Year by year with the little humans with the biggest hearts.

"We'll give it a year," you agreed and you didn't know what exactly that meant, would you consider something else after the year, would you get better at coping with being sick every other week? It felt so silly, this was your passion, never for a second had you considered doing anything else, at the heart of it all you were melted together to make you a teacher, a friend of little humans. There was nothing else more perfect for you, you just never considered that this, your body and the immune system that's terrible at its job, would be the reason you'd question it all.

"Do you want to go sticker shopping tomorrow?"

"It's not weekend yet," you scoffed as if he was suggesting the two of you commit a crime. "And I'll be tired after work-"

"Let's make an exception, what do you say, like a reward? I'll push you in a cart if you're too tired to walk."

"Fine. But you have to let me pick some out this time," he was the one to scoff, the sweetest smile on his face because knew he couldn't make that promise, he had a gift for this type of thing, he was one with the munchkins, knew just the right sticker pack to choose for them, they loved what he loved- they loved you too, after all.

"Deal," he lied, you knew he would.