#i need cowboy!remus

[madwcman]

cowboy! remus fic when????

ac: sophithil and likeafunerall (both on insta)

edit: i made a cowboy! remus fic 🫣

[orchideous-nox]

Who gave them permission to write this?

This is so cowboy wolfstar coded it hurts, it's making me want to write more of them when I said I was done with them 😭

[cosmicpadfoot]

wolfstar but in a "you look like you love me" by ella langley kind of way

[no-context-nonsense]

Did we cry less this week? I think we cried less this week.

[autistpride]

[mollymarymarie]

hii, if I may, I have a request for a fic in the future: cowboy remus. that is, that is the whole plot. I don't need anything else, sirius can be whatever he want, whereas we have a remus reading a horse with a hat and sirius being :o I'm going to love it

Love this, love you, but ALSO I'm pretty sure there already is a cowboy Remus fic!! Like I know there is, but I just don't remember who writes/wrote it!! Can anybody help me out?? I'm so sure someone I follow writes or has written this fic, or at least knows the person who does write it!

[wokeupinaustralia]

Finding out that I am a WH*RE for Cowboy!Remus

[moonstruckme]

could i request poly!wolfstar or poly!jily where they’re pursuing reader and reader accidentally matches with them (like matching costumes) at a halloween party?

i think the teasing and flirting would be so cute!! 🥰

Thanks for requesting!

cw: mention of alcohol, smoking, Sirius makes lame and humorously objectifying jokes

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

You arrive to the party late, the Gryffindor common room already bustling by the time you and your friends have finished doing your last-minute costume alterations. There are glowing pumpkins floating on the ceiling, someone has charmed the room so that a thick layer of fog drifts along the floor, and the air already smells slightly of booze and cigarette smoke. 

You lose Lily’s attention immediately, but that’s to be expected. You’re more than accustomed by now to her searching for her boyfriend whenever you enter a room. What’s unexpected, however, is her reaction when she finds him.

“Uh oh.” 

“Uh oh?” You look at her, following her gaze to the couch across the room. “Oh. Oh, no.” 

Lily laughs. “It sort of seems like fate, doesn’t it? I think it’s sweet.” 

Sitting on their usual couch are the marauders. James, predictably, is wearing a costume matching Lily’s; they’ve both come as cowboys. Unfortunately, Sirius and Remus are sitting next to him dressed as pirates. 

You’re also dressed as a pirate. 

“It’s not sweet,” you moan. “If I go back up, do you think Marlene will make me some of her fake blood? I can change and be a vampire instead.” 

Lily hums. “Think it’s too late for that, babe.” 

She’s looking back towards the couch, where the boys have already caught sight of the pair of you. Sirius is beaming something atrocious, and even Remus looks amused while his boyfriend waves you over exuberantly. 

Lily takes your hand in hers, tugging you with her as she goes to them. 

“Howdy, darlin’.” James puts on an exaggerated southern drawl as you approach, opening his arms to his girlfriend. 

“My, my,” says Sirius as you sit between him and Lily, “don’t you look nice.” 

You ignore the warmth that brings to your face. “The point wasn’t really to look nice.” 

Your costume is thrown together from things you already had, the only thing that really distinguishes you as a pirate being the bandana you’ve tied around your head. Remus appears to have gone a similar route, although the white shirt he’s tucked into his pants looks a bit more on-theme than yours and he’s clearly been forced to wear an eye patch which is currently flipped up so that it’s not covering anything. Sirius, of course, does nothing halfway. He’s wearing a billowy black top that’s been unbuttoned nearly to his navel, more belts and buckles than you knew one person could have, and a captain’s hat he surely bought just for the occasion. Altogether, you make a fairly fearsome group. 

“Not sure you can help it, gorgeous.” Sirius winks at you. “You always look nice. Did you plant a spy to find out what you needed to wear to match us, then?” 

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. “I should probably be asking you that.” 

“Must’ve just been fate,” Sirius says. It’s so close to what Lily said that your cheeks blaze, but you also don’t know if you quite believe him. Remus, too, turns to give his boyfriend a questioning look. 

Sirius catches it and scoffs, holding up his hands. “I didn’t! Honestly.” 

Remus nods, appeased. In a less booming voice than his boyfriend’s, he tells you, “You do look very nice.” 

“Thanks.” You catch yourself fingering the ends of your hair like a nervous schoolgirl and tuck your hands underneath your thighs. “So do both of you.” 

Sirius grins knowingly, and you have to fight the urge to shove your face into Lily’s shoulder for refuge. He knows as well as you do that for all of his brazen flirting, it’s Remus’ quiet sincerity that flusters you the most. You’re not sure when it started, exactly, but it’s been clear for some time now that both boys are interested in you. You’re not sure in what capacity—they could want to take you to bed for one night, integrate you into their relationship, or anything in between—but as of yet you’ve neither encouraged nor discouraged their advances. 

“Thanks, dollface.” Sirius gives a winsome crack of a smile. “You know, I’ve already acquired some booty, but I wouldn’t mind winning some more.” 

“Sirius…” Remus groans.

You feel your eyebrows pinch. “Some what?” 

“You know, like pirate’s loot? My booty.” Sirius sidles closer to Remus, giving his thigh a solid pat. 

Remus’ eyes narrow. “I will leave you here and go back upstairs right now.” It sounds as though this is not the first time this has been threatened. 

“I worked hard for it!” Sirius defends himself. 

You cover your mouth against an appalled giggle. “It?” 

“I toiled, and I fought, and I had to battle many other fearsome ships! It’s mine.” 

“Remus,” you stage whisper, “blink twice if you need help.” 

Remus’ smile blooms, but when he starts to blink Sirius objects, “Oi!” 

“No,” you correct him, “you’re supposed to say ‘arr.’”

Sirius is grinning again, too, clearly chuffed that you’re joking around with them even if it is at his expense. “If I say ‘arr,’ you’ll agree to be my second booty for the rest of the night?” 

“I won’t make any promises. But it would be persuasive.” 

He growls enthusiastically, “Arrrrgh!” and slams his fist down on the table. The sound it makes is enough to tear James and Lily’s attention away from each other. 

“Merlin,” says James. “Did’ya hurt yourself there, Pads?” 

“No,” Sirius replies, but he gives his hand a little shake. 

Remus, rolling his eyes, takes it and kisses the side. He brings it into his lap for safekeeping. Your heart gives a painful little throb. 

You must have some stupid lovestruck look on your face, because Lily peers around James to see you better, a smile playing on her lips. She knows about your crushes on the two boys, just as well as she knows that you haven’t decided what to do about them yet. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like to help you along. 

“Come on,” she says to James, standing and taking him with her. “Let’s dance, and I’ll let you pretend to lasso me.” 

James beams. “Yes!” 

You watch them go while Sirius seizes the opportunity to move to your other side, the three of you taking up the entirety of the couch. 

“Phew,” he sighs, swinging his feet over the armrest. 

“You may want to take your legs out of the fog,” Remus suggests, also using the new space to bring his feet onto the couch. “It gets sticky after a while.” 

You frown but do as he says, pulling your feet from your shoes so that only your socks are on the couch. And sure enough, when you touch a finger to your ankle it feels like there’s an odd sort of coating over it. 

“I thought it was just fog,” you say. 

“It was supposed to be,” agrees Sirius, “but James entrusted the task of making it to Marlene, and there are some who think she might’ve laced it with some sort of drink.” 

“I’m some,” Remus owns. 

You smile. “So is the point that you should be able to…drink the fog?”

“No clue.” Sirius leans over the edge of the couch. “Let’s find out.” 

“Sirius, no,” Remus says weakly, trailing off when it’s clear the other boy won’t be deterred. You both watch as he sucks in what fog he can, closing his mouth around it. “That’s disgusting, everyone’s been walking around in it.” 

“I think it might be brandy,” Sirius muses. “It’s faint, though.” 

Remus frowns. “I’m not kissing you until you brush your teeth.” 

Sirius grins. “Yes, you are.” 

“We’ll see, won’t we?” 

“Wouldn’t you rather just get your own drink?” you ask Sirius. “Rather than sampling the faint traces of brandy that have been touched by other people’s shoes, I mean.” 

“Oh, rest assured, gorgeous, I’m all covered.” Sirius picks a cup up from the table. He seems to notice at the same moment that you don’t have a cup of your own. “Would you like one, though?” 

You glance to the table cluttered with alcohol and mixers, a throng of students clustered around it. “I’ll get one in a bit.” 

“Let me.” Sirius stands. He edges around the table, stopping to pinch your chin affectionately and give his boyfriend a kiss. “Rem, my love, keep her company, would you?” 

“You don’t have to,” you object. “I can get it.” 

“No, don���t be ridiculous. A pirate has to take care of his booty, hasn’t he?” 

“I never agreed to that!” you call after him. In a quieter voice, you add, “And I don’t think that’s how the relationship between a pirate and their booty works.” 

“Let him go,” Remus advises you. You startle a bit when his hand finds your knee, resting there in fond commiseration. “If he’s going to degrade us like this, he can at least bring us drinks.” 

You feel your lips tilt. “Are you really going to let him call you his booty all night?” 

“Probably.” Remus shrugs, his eyes finding his boyfriend across the room. “Anyway, it’s nice not to be alone in it. As far as he’s concerned, you’re already his as well.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

Inn Love

cw: friends to lovers, cowboy!james, innkeeper!reader, pet names, fluff, scene setting really

wc: 2.6k

“Please Jamie? I just need a couple pounds of butter.” You bat your eyes at him, all sweet and innocent but James knows you.

“If I give you what I have left I won’t have any to sell in the market this weekend.” He’s trying to stand firm. He really really is.

For all your sweetness and innocence, you’re like a viper to James’ strength of will.

“I’ll pay you more than the market.” You’ll definitely try, but James can never charge you full price.

“I’m sorry, darling. Go to Malloy, he sells butter too.”

You wrinkle your nose. “No one sells butter that’s as good as yours, Jamie.” You’re trying as hard as you can, James seems unmoved. So you up the ante. “I’ll bring you one of the pound cakes on top of payment.”

James falters a bit then. You bake the best in the entire town. At your inn, The Secret Garden, that’s one of the best reviews after the impeccable mattresses. You also know James has the softest, sweetest spot for pound cake- especially the blood orange pound cake you make.

He groans and you squeal, your boots clicking on the cobble. James gestures for you to come into his house.

“You’re so fucking evil.” he mumbles, reaching into his second fridge and handing you three pounds of butter. You take a quick peek and find his fridge stocked with pre packaged butter wrapped pretty in parchment, cheese in there too. There’s even milk. James is the best damn dairy farmer this town has ever seen and it’s a wonder how he ever has enough butter.

“You are an angel, James Potter.” you wrap your arms around his neck, and James’ hands automatically wrap around your back.

He’s big and warm, smells like leather and blood oranges and for all his muscles James is surprisingly soft.

James can’t fight the smile on his lips when you let go of him. You really are sweet. “You’re lucky I made more butter today.”

You gasp, not at all surprised. “You playing hard ball with me, Jamie?”

He nods, setting his hat on the counter. “Maybe I wanted a pound cake for free.” he teases but James would never take anything from you without paying you no matter how much you try to get him to. He doesn’t really care that you’re friends, he’s paying you for everything.

“You’re losing angel status, Potter. I gotta go, gotta bake for breakfast tomorrow and for the market this weekend.”

“See ya’, darling.”

James spots you while you’re closing up your booth at the market and hands off the empty crates he was hauling to his friends, Sirius and Remus.

He jogs over to you, and places his hands on your shoulders. You startle and almost swing a punch at him but he catches your fist.

“Okay Rocky,” he chuckles when you put your hand to your chest, breathing heavily like you’d just run a mile.

“You scared me, James! How don’t you make noise when you walk?”

James rolls his eyes, taking your crates from you. You move to packing bags.

“I make lots of noise, you’re just in your head.” He says, you shrug with a smile.

“Did they buy all of your butter?” you ask as you start walking towards your truck, James close behind.

“And the milk and the cheese.” You roll your eyes at his cocky tone.

You know James better than most here. You went to school together, you used to ranch with him when you were younger and when his mom and dad still owned the ranch.

Then you’d both had to grow up, you going to business school and James having to take over the ranch after his mom and dad had gotten sick.

You’d come back for the funeral and been there when James couldn’t get out of bed to deal with the ranch and all the shit that came with that and stayed till he got better and could do it himself.

Then James helped you with the construction of The Secret Garden, your inn that became your baby.

All this to say is, you know James Potter and he’s not as cocky as he pretends to be.

Sure he’s any woman’s dream. With his inky curls always peeking out under his hat, his muscle tees that show off tan, muscled arms, his pretty brown eyes that remind you so much of browned butter and his fucking dimples.

But James is a sweetheart.

“I told you about that tone, Jamie. Makes you sound too sure of yourself.”

James only chuckles, placing the crates in your tray and the rest of your stuff.

“I’m sorry weren’t you telling me the other day that my butter’s the best?”

You wave him off, laughing as you open the back door.

“Do I give you your loaf now or at family dinner tonight?”

James smiles, this is the one routine you and James still have from when you were kids. You go over on Sunday night for family dinner and then you go to the inn and try to get to sleep before your three am alarm.

“I just spent all day in the hot sun and you’re gonna deprive me? You’re cruel, darling.”

You laugh, handing him the loaf and then reaching in your cooler for a bottle of water. “Here Jamie.”

James’ mouth is already stained pink with the icing from your cake. Crumbs clinging to his shirt and chin.

“James! Have some dignity.” your words are broken up with your laugh, James smiles when you hand him the open water bottle.

“Thanks, darling.” Half the loaf cake is gone, and James guzzles the water like he’s been dying of thirst the whole day.

You watch James drink, aware that you’ve been staring a little longer than necessary and James knows it too because he winks at you.

“What are we having for dinner, James?”

James smiles, “Beef, you wanted that last time when we had chicken.”

You smile, giddy as ever. If it’s one thing James can do is roast beef; it’s always tender and perfect.

“Do you need me to come over early and do the potatoes? With the rosemary and thyme?” James nods, breaking off another little bite of the cake.

“Meet me there in an hour? I know you gotta do dinner at the inn.”

You shake your head, “I got Mary doing dinner tonight, and I wanna check on Snowglobe.”

James’ hand falls over his heart, a look of mock offense on his face. “Do you not believe me when I tell you he’s okay?”

You roll your eyes, “Can’t I want to take my best boy for a little leg stretch?”

James grumbles, “Best boy? Snowglobe took two years to train when we were kids.”

You smile as you remember all the days you’d sleep in James’ room complaining about how Snowglobe hated you and would never warm up to you.

“And now he’s the best horse a girl could have.You’re just jealous Jamie.”

He says nothing, just takes his loaf cake and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll follow behind you. Try not to drive like you’re on a race track, yeah?” You nod, getting into your truck and letting James close the door for you.

You don’t listen to James’ words and speed towards his ranch, foot to the pedal even as you swing into the grocery for chocolate for dessert- lest you and James pass away without a sweet treat after dinner.

At his place, in the Big House, you and James work side by side prepping dinner. He seasons the beef, you season the potatoes and put them to roast and then start on a chocolate cake.

It’s not a fancy one, but it’s occasion enough for a chocolate cake.

“How long till everything is finished?” Sirius asks, hat on his chest as he walks in holding a six pack.

“About an hour.” You and James say at the same time. Remus rolls his eyes as he steps in behind his boyfriend.

“I got your fruit, you didn’t stop by.” He holds out three bowls of cut fruit and you smile.

“Thanks Rem, I swear everyone came for bread today! I sold out of it so fast I really contemplated going back to the inn and baking more.”

The boys hum, smiling when James opens a beer and slides it to you. You take it with a nod and a smile. Quickly, you uncover the bowl of watermelon, taking a few pieces and smiling at the sweetness.

“It’s cos it’s fucking amazing bread. Lasts the whole fucking week too.” A compliment from Sirius is always genuine- as long as you’d known him, about two years, you can count on one hand how many sweet words the man says.

Conversation lulls, James talks about his plans for the week, Sirius talks about how there’s too many people trying to build big condos in your town- he’s in real estate and Remus talks of how much simpler life had gotten since he’d started raising chickens again.

You shoot out of your seat, James watches you curiously. You pull the cake from the oven and turn to all three of them stern as can be, “Those potatoes have ten minutes. I’m going to see my horse, do not let them burn.”

You rush out of the Big House without another word, boots clicking against the wooden floors and then crunching on the gravel path as you make your way to the stables.

“Snowglobe, baby.” You call, passing each stall till you find your baby’s.

Snowglobe is an old boy, almost twenty four, but he’s always been perfect. He’s all white, a pretty shiny sort of white on his coat that makes him look like fresh fallen snow. Hence his name.

He raises his head as he sees you, tail flicking as you reach a hand into his stall.

“I missed you, old boy.” You kiss his nose, stepping into the stall and getting a brush. You’re sure the farm hands James hired keep him well groomed, but he likes a bit of pampering and he deserves it too.

You brush through his mane, talking to him and sneaking a couple apples to him.

There’s a knock on the stable doors and you startle, you hear James’ deep chuckle before you see him. “Dinner’s ready,”

You kiss Snowglobe on his nose again. “I’ll come by tomorrow and we’ll go riding, baby.”

James rolls his eyes when Snowglobe puts his face on your shoulder, stopping you from moving.

You grin wide, “I promise, old boy. We’ll go riding all evening.”

Snowglobe seems pleased because he lifts his head and lets you go.

“He’s as clingy as you are,” James says as you walk out beside him.

“He’s not clingy! He’s the best and I don’t come see him nearly enough.”

James scoffs, “The four times a week you ride him up and down the ranch isn’t enough?” He bumps your hips with his.

You shrug your shoulders with a smile, “He likes the exercise and your boys still saddle him. He doesn’t like it.”

James is well aware, Snowglobe tosses saddles off him if he’s feeling particularly annoyed with the weight of them some days.

James pushes open the door to the Big House. You walk past him, taking your seat on the table and groaning.

“This is gonna be fucking great.” Sirius laughs at your swear, and loads up your plate- roast potatoes, roast beef and salad.

By the time you’re all finished dinner, you and James have had two slices of cake each and you’re both sprawled on his sofa.

Remus is laying on Sirius with his hat on his stomach and Sirius’ is pulled low on his face.

“I gotta get going,” you say, breaking the silence. Your words are groggy, sleep close in your reaches the longer you lay beside James.

James sits up, “What time is your alarm?”

“Three thirty.”

James tries pulling you down beside him, but you don’t budge. “I’ll drop you back in the morning.”

You huff, a little amused. “What time do you usually wake up, James?”

“Four. I gotta check the fences though, so three thirty ain’t bad.”

There’s no use arguing with him, and you don’t really want to. He stretches out on the sofa,

Sirius and Remus are out cold, James doesn’t even move them. He just throws a blanket over them.

“C’mon, the guest room is always ready for you.” James sounds just as tired as you feel, his eyes look a little glassy too.

“Thanks Jamie,” you push open the door and smell the lavender spray you use at night strong as if you’d just sprayed it.

“Course darling, your blanket’s there too. Come get me when your alarm goes off, yeah?” James kisses your forehead, you smile.

“Yeah Jamie. Go get some sleep.”

You climb under your blankets, grinning when you smell the linen detergent James uses. Sleep comes quick, your eyes heavier than they’ve been all day now that you’re laying down.

-

Someone is shaking your shoulder and you don’t like it.

“Stop,” you groan, pushing the hand off you and pulling your blanket over your head.

“Darling it’s nearly three thirty. Come get some coffee.”

You groan, twisting in protest under the covers. “No. I’ll be down at three thirty.”

James rolls his eyes. “Don’t make me use advanced waking up tactics.”

Your head pops out of the covers, hair a little messed up. “You are not tugging this cover off me James. I swear to god.”

James smiles, “You’re so pleasant in the morning. C’mon, we’ll have coffee and one of those breakfast sandwiches and I’ll drop you off.”

The grumble you let out makes James laugh some more.

“Give me five minutes.” James nods, leaving the room and letting you go about your morning routine.

You find James pulling two sandwiches from his oven, setting yours on a plate and biting into his immediately.

“Thanks Jamie, where’s my coffee?”

James tilts his head to the pot, your favourite cup sitting right beside it.

“Your creamer’s in the fridge.”

You frown, “Where did you get sugar free creme brûlée creamer in the middle of summer?”

James shrugs, “Not telling. But it’s there.” James takes a sip of his own coffee, black with just a touch of sugar. “It’s turkey in the sandwich too.”

You smile, fixing your cup and then shuffling towards James to kiss his cheek.

“You’re cute, thank you Jamie.”

His cheeks redden without meaning too. “Eat so we can go darling. You got scones to bake and what is it today? Eggs and bacon with toasted sourdough?”

You nod, biting into your sandwich. “Yeah and I gotta do cookies today, want me to bring any over?”

James frowns, “Today?” You nod, taking the last bite of your sandwich and finishing off your coffee.

“Taking Snowglobe out after I finish up dinner at the inn.”

James rolls his eyes playfully. Since the moment Snowglobe stopped fighting you, the pair of you had been inseparable. “Yeah, you can bring a couple. Make sure and eat lunch.”

“Left overs?” Your eyes are wide and hopeful as you look at James. He feels his chest constrict a little.

He opens the fridge and pulls out a bowl, “Got everything here for you.”

“Angel status has been restored Jamie,” James grins, dimples poking out. Truly, he’d never been worried, you’re never actually upset with him ever. Angel status is always applied, but he can’t deny the way it makes him feel when you tell him that it is.

“You’re so gracious!” James bows, making you giggle and slap his shoulder. “Ready?” He asks as he rights himself. James opens the fridge again, pulling out the bowls of fruit Remus had brought over and setting them on your lunch.

“Ready, Jamie.”

[siriussslut]

Omg more cowboy rem plssss!! Literally anything he’s just so hot. Maybe size kink and manhandling, he must be so strong working all day like that, would be a shame if he didn’t have somethin pretty to throw around afterwards🥹

cowboy remus is hot i’d be his perfect lil house wife i need him SOOOOSSOSOBADDDD

anyways, warnings: size kink, dom/sub dynamic, use of “sir”, “doll”, and “good girl,” breeding kink, stomach bulge, mention of pregnancy

masterlist

remus tosses you carelessly against the kitchen table, your back slamming into the wood. he pushes you further down with ease, spreading your thighs wide open. you whine as he leans down, looking directly at your pussy as he shoves your panties aside.

the cloth is already soaked through, leaking onto your skirt. “fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” he spreads your legs wider, his large hands gripping your thighs with urgency.

you swing yourself upwards as he straightens, immediately reaching to undo his shirt. he lets you, and you toss it onto the floor the minute his bare chest is exposed. he’s slick with sweat and dirt, filthy after a long day of work on the ranch. you want to lick him.

before you get the chance, he pushes you back down, undoing his belt as you go. his dick swings out of his boxers, giant and erect. he leans closer and it ghosts your core, teasing the skin of your inner thighs.

“this alright, doll?” he asks, his voice a low murmur.

“y-yes, sir.”

he grins and grips your legs tighter, slowly sliding his dick into your wet pussy. you moan as he fills you up with his full length, gasping once again at his size.

“does that feel good?”

“mhm,” you manage to choke out, voice an octave too high.

he thrusts into you and you see a slight bulge through the cloth of your apron, right above your bellybutton.

wetness pools in your cunt, spilling out onto your inner thighs.

“you’re s-so big.”

“is it too much for your tight little pussy?” he asks, thrusting into you deep and slow.

“no! no, sir, i can take it.”

his fingers slide down to play with your pulsating clit. “good girl.”

you grind into his touch, back arching against the table where the two of you had eaten breakfast along with your children just hours before. where you’ll eat dinner tonight.

you cry out as he somehow manages to go even deeper, pussy walls fluttering against his insane length.

he growls, “fuckin’ love this pretty pussy.”

you reach for something, anything to ground you through his thrusts, fingers grasping onto his bare hip. freshly manicured nails dig into his flesh, hard enough to leave marks.

an animalistic whine of pure lust escapes his throat. he fucks you faster, fucks you deeper, hitting all the right spots.

your vision goes blurry, blobs of black dotting your sight.

he rolls his hips into yours, managing to get even closer. you can feel his sweat dripping down onto your skin. “can’t wait to fill this tight li’l pussy up,” he rasps out.

the thought has your pulse quickening, excitement at him fucking another baby into you.

“please!” you scream, voice needy and unguarded. “please.”

his cock jerks around against your walls once, twice, before he’s creaming, filling you up with ropes of hot cum. he thrusts deeper into you, pushing his thick white seed further inside of you, plugging your pussy.

“do you like that? do you like being full of m’babies?”

“y-yes, yes sir. i do.”

he leans down to pepper kisses down your sweaty chest, making a mental note to buy a pregnancy test.

[kingstarkingslay]

Imagine Remus and Lily quoting vines all the time and Sirius and James would just look at them in horror cause they have no idea what’s going on..

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“ hey did you study for the potions test?”

“no”

“ shit, what’re you gonna do?”

“ don’t worry I’ve got God and anime on my side ”

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staring through the window of Honeydukes “ Oh man, I don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets ”

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at any given time “ DO IT FOR THE VINE ! ”

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accidentally walks into someone “ I’m sorry I didn’t see you there, I was too busy blocking out the haters ”

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Remus when Lily got detention for the first time “ welcome to Bible Study, we’re all children of Jesus ”

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Remus closing the Marauders Map “ XOXO , Gossip Girl ”

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“ he called me a fucking mudblood!! ”

“ oh my god what? This is your space , this is your area, he can’t do that to you ”

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“ Lily, I’m heading to the library, do you need anything ”

“ I wanna be a cowboy , baby ”

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stubs their toe “ Mother trucker dude, that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick ”

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looking up at the stars “ Look at all those chickens ”

[padfootsaphrodite]

Nothing beats Remus as a cowboy. I need him  biblically, as some would say. Like... got me giggling and kicking my feet. I will take a ride on his big green tractor honestly. (Someone get that please, this was embarrassing enough 💀)

[madwcman]

visiting

pairing: cowboy! remus lupin x fem! reader

summary: you visit remus and his family’s ranch.

warnings: talks about food / eating, reader is described shorter than remus. please let me know if i missed any.

authors note: this kinda sucks tbh and i don’t really like this but i wanted to post something for cowboy! remus.

you’ve been finding many excuses to visit remus lately; like going over to his family’s ranch to help out, going over to barrow something from his mother, even going over there to only visit the horses. all lame excuses just to see remus and yet again you jumped at the chance to go over for another visit to see the lupins when your mom asked you to drop over some freshly baked cookies that you and her made for the family. you’ve been wanting to see remus for awhile but just couldn’t find a good excuse until now.

driving up to the ranch house, you park and stop your truck pulling out the keys, you step out of the car and grab the container holding the cookies, you don’t see their truck in the driveway but you still hope someone is home. you walk up to their front porch, and open the screen door and start knocking on the wooden door; there was no answer, you try once again, but no answer. you sigh in disappointment on hoping to see remus. as you walk off their porch and make your way to your truck when you hear his voice.

“hi dove!” you turn to remus, who was on his favorite horse daisy. you could instantly tell that he was working on the ranch. though his dark brown cowboy hat was blocking most of his face from the hot sun and a little bit from you, you could instantly tell he was sweating from his dark hair being a little soaked, and from his skin and clothes being more damp than usual, and the slight new tan he’s been gaining from the hard work out in the sun.

“hi rem!” he tilts his hat up so he could clearly see you more and gives you a bright smile.

“what’ are you doing here?”

“dropping off cookies.”

“for me?” he questions with a wide smile.

“for your family, idiot.”

“that hurts dove.” remus puts his hand over his heart, and pouts his lips in mock offense. you shrug smiling sheepishly up at remus.

“come’er,” he waves you over to him. you walk over to where remus and his horse were by the old wooden fence.

“let me have one?” you open the container for remus and raise it up to him. he takes one and instantly takes a bite into it.

“these are heavenly, you made these?”

“yes”

“who knew my girl could bake?” you flush at remus compliments.

“they’re not that good remus,” you insist quickly putting the lid back onto the container.

“oh shush, they’re amazing dove, i could probably eat them in one go.”

“if you say so,” you smile.

“i do!”

you shake your head knowing he probably could. remus has always had a sweet tooth.

he smiles and finishes his cookie, then jumps down from his horse and leans closer to you.

“walk with me?” he asks with a smile.

“alright.”

remus grabs your hand as you climb over the small fence, once you land onto your feet, you and remus walk over to his horse daisy. remus grips the rope attached to the horse. “work all done?” you question, trying to find something to talk about. “yeah just need to put daisy back in her stall.” you shake your head knowingly. you and remus walk into the stable and past by a few of remus’ other horses until you get to daisy’s stall, remus settles daisy and makes sure she comfortable before pulling out a sugar cube and offering it to daisy you gladly eats the cube.

“good girl daisy,” remus softly murmur’s to the horse petting her long mane, while she eats. pulling back from daisy remus looks at all the horses stalls making sure everything is in oder before nodding and turning to you.

“we can head back to my house,” you nod in agreement with remus. you both turn and start your walk with remus. he moves in closer towards you and reaches for your hand. you slip your fingers into his with a soft smile on your face. the walk was short and quiet, which you didn’t mind. as you reach the back porch of the lupin ranch house you notice remus’ dog named buddy laying on the porch. you let go of remus hand to bend down to pet the dog. remus walks past you and buddy to his back door.

“come in? i’m sure mom would love to see you.”

“sure! i’d love to see her too.”

“just her?” he ask’s you softly, with a small smile tugging at his lips.

“no, not just her”

he gives you a bright smile, opening the door for you “ladies first”

“oh what a gentleman” you tease remus, as you walk past him to enter the house with buddy following you. as you walk in your met with the small kitchen, you set the cookies down on a kitchen counter closest to you and make your way to the small wooden kitchen table, taking a seat. remus takes another cookie from the container and joins you at the table. and it’s silent for a moment until remus clears his throat.

“i want to say thank you for stopping by lately and for helping me and my family.”

“it’s really no problem remus, i like spending time with you.” you give him a sweet smile.

“i like spending time with you too dove.”

he smiles and goes silent for moment thinking until he looks back up to you with determination in his eyes. remus gets up from his chair, and moves over to you and crouches down to your level, grabbing your hands.

“also i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“what?”

“will you let me take you out?”

“what?”

“let me take you out on a date? it’s just that i’ve liked you for awhile now.”

you stay silent, shocked that remus has asked you on a date.

“and.. well i like when you visit my family and i, i like that you talk to me and i love talking with you. i want to know more about you.” remus explains.

“we could go to that old dinner in town

or the drive in?”

“remus?”

“or not if you don’t want to i understand.”

remus is nervous. you know he is. remus rarely rambles, he always likes to get to the poi of things, but he’s rambling on now, and you want to reassure him. you take your hands out of his and you place them on his face to catch his attention. he stops talking as he feels your hands on his face.

“ remus, i’d love to go out with you.”

“yeah?”

“yes, i’d love it.” he smiles crookedly at you.

“can i kiss you?” he asks softly, waiting for answer.

“yes” and remus places his hand on your jaw as he leans in, remus soft lips are met with yours, your eyes close for a bit, and remus moves in a bit closer as the kiss deepens a bit. you’ve been waiting for this moment. you’ve had a crush on remus ever since you met him. and your finally kissing him. you open your eyes as you both pull away for air. as you both pull away you look over to the clock and see that it’s time for you to head home.

“i should..head home now it’s late”

“yeah you should… i’ll walk you out dove” remus laughs, you both stand and walk through the house, remus opens both doors for you.

“it’s sad you can’t stay longer.. mom’s been missing you.”

“well i’ll be over more.” you and remus both share a content smile with one another. you both walk over to your truck, remus moves in front of you opening your trucks door. you hop into the truck. and remus shuts the door for you.

“i’ll call you later tonight.”

“okay, i’ll talk to you later!

you lean out the car window and kiss remus on his cheek.

“bye sweetheart.” remus smiles, face red.

“bye remus, also save some cookies for your parents!”

“no promises!” you both laugh as you you start your truck and pull out of the lupins drive way, you look out your window and now see remus standing on his porch waving goodbye. you drive away with a bright smile on your face.

[bleidd-ddyn]

Hello, Hylô and Salve!

I am Remus J. Lupin, I'm 17, Welsh, bi and trans* (he/him please), and I'm in gryffindor with some of my idiot friends /aff who are:

@lily-with-one-l - Lily (the only one with a brain)

@jamie-pr0ngs-p0tter - James (prognise :D)

@brightestrockstar - Sirius (padssssss)

@peteys-yapping - Peter (wormyy!!)

@marls-the-mother-fucker - Marlene

There are people I know in different inferior houses:

@reg-theblack - Regulus (objectively the hotter brother) (slytherin -damn yes i wish he would)-- MY BOYFRIEND??

@seer-smiles - Sybil (ravenclaw)

@cemetriiez - Barty (ravenclaw)

@pandora-opens-the-box - Pandora (idk what house she's in lol)

@sev-darling - Severus (slytherin)

@d-d-dor-cas - Dorcas (slytherin)

I think that's everyone for now

I got convinced to wear a cowboy hat once, people seem to like it so here you go:

ooc:

Don't like the interpretation of Remus, no need to stay <3

Portraits by the absolutely incredible to die for @/sophithil on instagram (and possibly other social media sites idrk) and everything else from Pinterest: mood board 1, 2

Main is @dandelionflowery if you want to join please contact @therewasnofloorbtw

*needless to say I don't support JKR's transphobia and in fact I'm doing a research project specifically on the effects of having famous figures be blatantly transphobic for school lol

[missmoonfrost]

It all started with a prank - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic June 28 - cowboy Words: 420

Remus was almost certain it was Peter’s work as soon as he felt the armchair twist and bounce under him. Despite all self-proclaimed prank masters, no one was so proficient in pranking the others as Peter.

Remus held onto the armrests of the armchair with booth hands as it starting to run around the common room to shrieks and laughter. It pranced and kicked more and more aggravatedly. Remus held on for dear life with his knees to not get hurled off. He had no chance of reaching his wand.

As so many times, it was Lily who put an end to it with a well-aimed spell that froze the armchair mid-air. It came crashing down with Remus on top.

“Thank you” he said while scrambling to his feet and dusting off.

Lily didn’t answer just pressed her lips together and shot the laughing pile of Peter, James and Sirius a piercing glance. Sirius stopped laughing first.

“Come on, Evans. No harm done. Remus is still in one piece.“ He nudged Remus shoulder. “Impressive, if you ask me.”

Remus shrugged, secretly quite pleased with himself and the scene they had made in the common room. “What can I say, I’m good at riding.”

Sirius mouth twitched and Remus realised what those words could mean.

“Not a word,” he hissed at Sirius.

But he didn’t need to use words. He just smirked and, as so often when he was looking at Sirius, Remus mind went places it was not supposed to. Before he could flee to hide his burning cheeks, Sirius came closer and nudged his arm again, with soft lingering fingers.

“My cowboy.” He whispered. If it was to make fun him, it was in a weirdly soft and appreciative tone, but what else could he mean?

“Seems Pads is interested in being ridden next time.” James chirped and Sirius immediately jumped on him and they started wrestling on the floor.

Lily pointed a finger at the four of them in turn. “Clean up.”

When Remus and Peter had levitated all furniture back to their places Sirius had finally pinned James to the floor and was now rubbing a cushion in his face.

Remus stopped by them on his way to the dorm and they stood up panting. Remus took in Sirius victorious pose and face flushed from the battle.

“Impressive.” Remus said with an intense look at Sirius, who gaped and dropped the pillow. Remus be damned if he didn’t se a pink tint on Sirius cheeks as well.

[wolfstarshipping]

wolfstar wips

So I'm using the @hprecfest day 12 prompt "a WIP you're following" to post a short rec list of WIPs that has been sitting in my drafts for so long now I even had to remove a fic that had been finished in the meanwhile!

Something rotten in Grimmauld Place by @plecotusauritus (8,802 words, Hamlet AU) This is a wolfstar Hamlet AU, need I say more?? I've never much cared or thought about Hamlet since I read it in school but this fic (almost) makes me want to reread Hamlet and I can't wait to see where the story goes next, I love the atmosphere this fic captures, the lovely writing style and just seeing all these characters we know so well fit into the plot of Hamlet is so, so cool!!

the oldest recipe for parsnip soup by @eyra (10.639 words, modern AU, christmas fic) Getting another fic by eyra for the holidays has been such a wonderful treat! I love the whole setting and the characters of this fic so much already, especially Sirius!! And the writing and all the descriptions are so, so beautiful, as always, highly recommend checking it out!!

Welcome to Aphrodite by @de-sire-blog & @rhabarberjunge (18.957 words, magical AU, secret identities) this is one of those fics I've read a while ago, but I keep thinking about it because I loved it so much. I don't want to give away too much of the plot, but the premise is Sirius finding a hidden, adults-only club that makes people's secret desires come true, and of course Sirius's secret desire is Remus... It's hot, it's fun, and it's incredibly angsty, I love it.

Stitched into My Skin by @squintclover (19.297 words, canon divergent AU, memory loss) I love the heartache and all the bittersweetness that comes with memory loss fics so much already, and I am so obsessed with the way it's been done in this fic. The premise of the fic is Peter casting a memory loss charm on Sirius on October 31st 1981, which leads to Remus raising Harry and randomly coming across Sirius years later, only Sirius doesn't remember him. I'm so intrigued by the first few chapters already and can't wait to see where the story goes next!

Marauder FM by @hollyivydruzy (26.402 words, modern AU, radio AU, enemies to friends to lovers) I know I've recced this fic before but I will never shut up about it because I love it, and especially this fic's Remus so, so much! It's an iconic, funny radio AU set in London, and I wish the radio shows from this fic were real because I would listen to Sirius's radio show every morning if I could. I just love the vibe of all of them working at the radio station together and the slow burn enemies to friends (to lovers) is so delicious!

The Patchwork of Us by @tracingpatternswrites (27.502 words, modern AU, enemies to lovers, co-parenting Teddy) This is such a lovely fic about Sirius and Remus navigating the difficult situation of co-parenting Teddy after Tonks dies, I love the domesticity and the enemies to lovers vibe of this fic so much!

The Picture of Sirius Black by @lynxindisguise (30.049 words, Dorian Gray AU) okay anyone who has ever seen my blog knows how much I love lynx's writing, which is why I am also obsessed with this fic, even though it's a genre I'm usually not that familiar with. It's a Dorian Gray AU, it's gothic horror but especially the first few chapters are also giving victorian romcom with murder sideplot vibes (and I mean this as the biggest compliment), this fic will make you laugh and cry and want to murder some of these characters yourself maybe.

Only Fools Are Satisfied by grumposaur (@pancakehouse) (38.353 words, modern AU, tennis AU). I really love the exploration of Sirius's family dynamics in the context of him being a professional athlete in this fic, and Remus with his tanlines and freckles is everything!!

Neon Moon by @krethes (47.698 words, modern AU, cowboy stripper Remus AU, Las Vegas) I didn't know how much I needed Remus to be a stripper and a cowboy before I read this fic, but now I do and I love him!! The whole premise of them meeting at a strip club while Sirius is out on James's bachelor party is so iconic, and the vibes of the fic are just overall excellent, highly recommend checking it out!

on another ocean by @colgatebluemintygel (118.148 words, modern AU, backpacking/interrail, friends with benefits) Where do I even start? This is an incredible fic, one of my all time faves, I've reread some of the chapters several times now and am so obsessed with this fic's Remus in his socks and sandals, driving Sirius crazy with lust. Also I will not spoil it for anyone who hasn't read it, but the scene in the budapest chapter in the club bathroom features one of my favorite Sirius moments of all time, across all universes haha.

marginalia by @spindrifters (266.547 words, magical AU, canon divergent AU - Grindelwald won, slavery AU) I'm having a hard time trying to put my love for this fic into words in just a short paragraph. This fic is so unique in its setting, and it's so beautifully written and asks & answers the question "what if Grindelwald had won?" in such an incredible, highly political and also very immersive way, if you haven't read it already I really recommend checking it out (as well as the already complete Tedromeda spinoff set in the same world, history books!!!).

Staying Strangers by 3amAndCounting (319,368 words, modern AU, texting fic, university AU). This is one of my comfort fics, I love a good texting AU, this is quite a popular fic anyways but if you haven't read it and like modern AUs & texting fics (though it isn't all just texting) go check it out!