#the marauders fluff

[gtgbabie0]

hi!! could i request touch starved remus lupin? loved your sirius one!!! xx

-Remus Lupin x Reader

{Remus doesn’t want to seem clingy, he just loves your touch}

Thank you! And of course you can lovely, Enjoy! 💕💕

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Remus chews on the inside of his cheek as you tidy up the kitchen, you’ve been busy all day whether it’s work, studying or chores there was always something that had your attention, anything but him.

It’s ridiculous he thinks, you’re both adults with adult problems and yet here he is sulking because he feels pushed to the side. He blames it partly on the long week he’s had, nothing seemed to be going right and all he wants is to be wrapped up in your warm love and to forget about everything.

However he doesn’t want to come across as clingy, he cringes as the thought crosses his mind, because what if you get sick of it? Sick of him? It’s a thought that festers from some deep-rooted insecurity and he tries his best to talk himself out of thinking that way, but that’s easier said than done especially when those thoughts are at the forefront of his mind.

You smile over at him, the sweetest smile he’s ever seen and there’s an odd sense of guilt that builds up in his chest. He feels awful for moping about all day and he knows he hasn’t been the best of company.

He smiles back at you, although it’s strained it’s still a smile. “Sorry Remmy” you sigh, walking into the living room. He’s sitting on your couch, a throw blanket draped over his knees as he fiddles with the fabric. “But, I’m all done now” You look over at him, your smile dropping as he lets out a shaky sigh, he looks almost frozen as if he wants something but he’s holding back.

Your hand rests against his arm, and he feels the warmth of your palm seeping through his jumper. “Hey, did something happen at work?” You ask, your hand soothing his upper arm, and he thinks he might just start crying because you’re still so caring despite his sour mood.

“No dove, work was fine” he sighs glancing over at you, “I just missed you is all” Your heart clenches in your chest as he whispers the words, his tone so quiet that you almost miss it.

“But I’m right here,” you tell him, slightly confused about where this was coming from.

Then it hits you all at once, as you notice how tears collect in his eyes. You pull him towards you, his arms wrap around you immediately and his hands settle against your back, “It’s been a really long week” he mumbles against your shoulder, breathing you in. You turn your head to press a kiss on his cheek.

Remus pulls back slightly, still close enough that he can feel your body heat radiating against him and he rests his forehead against yours, the ends of his hair tickling your skin, “I’m yours for the entire weekend. No work, no studying, just me and you” you tell him, watching as he smiles widely, bumping his nose against yours.

Your hands cup either side of his face and he sighs softly at the warmth of your palms against his skin. He melts at the way your thumb grazes against the small scar just under his eye, he closes them as he leans into your touch.

“Sounds like a great plan lovely,” he says, his hands resting against your hips as he tugs you closer to him.

His lips press against yours as he gives you little pecks that turn into a slow and gentle kiss, “I love you” you mumble against him, the words have him smiling like a fool and he doesn’t miss the way you let out a breathy giggle.

“Say it again?” He asks dropping a kiss to your jaw.

“I love you Remus” you smile, and he reckons you might just give him heart failure as you play with his hair. He goes completely giddy with love and he can’t quite believe that it’s him you’re talking to.

“I love you too,” he says in between kisses as he litters your face with them, the feeling has you reeling with joy and you both are overtaken with laughter, a sound that has both of your hearts full of sickly love.

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[onmydelulushitasalways]

the marauders being clingy

Characters: James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Synopsis: The Marauders loving their s/o and being all clingy

TW: Drunk, alcohol (Sirius)

James Potter

“James,” you whined, “breakfast is going to be over soon, we need to get out of bed.”

James was still half-asleep, with his face pressed against your chest as he laid on top of you. He was like a koala to a tree, clinging onto your warm body.

The way your hands massaged his scalp probably didn’t help keep him alert.

“Five more minutes,” James mumbled sleepily against your skin. “You’re too comfy.”

“James, don’t you have a quidditch match this afternoon? Don’t you want to strategize with the team this morning?”

“They can wait.”

“I have classes to get to, you know?” you stop playing with his hair, a gesture that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Please, baby, I don’t wanna get up yet!” James complained pathetically.

“You have to get up eventually,” you sat up slowly, James reluctantly following suit. “Let’s get ready, go to breakfast, go to class, I’ll cheer for you at your game, and then tonight we can cuddle until we fall asleep.”

James grumpily got out of bed and ready. “Tomorrow morning is a Saturday. And I will not let you out of my arms until lunch, you hear me?”

Remus Lupin

“And so the combination of rose petals and swan feathers creates a sand-like powder that is commonly used in beauty and love spells. Rowena Ravenclaw, however, feared that access to such emotional magic would harm the students, so for the first two centuries of Hogwarts’ existence was an impeccably swan-free zone…”

You read your history book out loud to Remus, who had his head rested in your lap.

“Remus? Are you listening?”

“Hm? Yes, of course, love. Swans and the lack thereof,” he nodded, as he flipped himself from his back to his stomach. His head still resting comfortably on your thighs.

“Tired, Moony?” you put the book down.

“Mhm, a bit. But don’t stop reading on my account. I’m still listening,” Remus’s voice was tired and relaxed.

“Don’t be silly, you go to sleep.”

“Are you gonna fall asleep with me?” he looked up from your lap, expectantly.

“No, I still need to study. The history of Hogwarts waits for no one,” you sighed with a faint smile. “But you had this class last term, so you don’t need to sit through all this.”

“I want to, love. I like hearing you read,” Remus laid his head back down. “Please, continue.”

You smiled with a roll of the eyes and reopened the book. “In addition to swans, all white feathers were equally prohibited. Notably, doves and cranes got it particularly rough…”

Before you could make it to the next page, Remus was asleep on your lap.

Sirius Black

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call,” Remus frowned as he led you into the Gryffindor common room.

On a couch, laid a very drunk Sirius, talking some poor second year’s ear off.

“Oh, and you should just see them! They’ve got this smile, and these eyes, and, ugh! I hate them they’re so perfect. And I’m dating them! How did that happen?” Sirius ranted.

“I, um, I don’t know,” the perfectly sober second-year shrugged awkwardly.

“Me neither!” Sirius said just a bit too loud.

You walked over to relieve the poor kid from their duties. “I’ve got him from here, thanks.”

“Darling!” Sirius cheered happily at your arrival. He opened his arms for a hug, which when you accept he turns into a cuddle.

He wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you down on top of him on the couch. The scent of alcohol hit you.

“How much have you had to drink, Sirius?” you inquired.

“Enough to feel good enough to do this,” he smirked as he pulled you into a kiss.

The kiss was long and sloppy, until you pulled away. Sirius frowned slightly at that.

“Siri, you’re smashed. I think you should get to bed,” you advised.

“What? No! You just got here, I’m just starting to have fun!” Sirius whined.

Suddenly, another Gryffindor approached you, asking for help with an essay he had due tomorrow.

“Back off! She was just about to take me to bed!” He declared proudly, with drunken loudness and shamelessness.

And you did just that. Took him to his room, and cuddled him to sleep. Although his hangover was not as pleasant.

[berrieluv]

academic rival!Remus Lupin x reader.

oh, the "who did this to you" trope, my beloved.

None of you knew how it started, and if someone ever dares to ask Remus would most likely groan at them, he didn't understood your dynamic.

He felt that nauseous feeling grow in him when you would get a slightly better note than him, even when it was the same note but your assignment got to be praised by the teachers.

You liked it. You needed the motivation and the competition to stay on top. Some people liked Quidditch, others joined the chess team, you and Remus created a rivalry to get through the school days.

Remus and you have never actually be friends. You liked James and Sirius, you thought they were funny, and in any situation you could imagine yourself dating Sirius, you shared a funny dynamic where you both would flirt. But the competition with Remus' took most of your time, it was almost as if he was your actual boyfriend.

Now that you think about it, you spent most of your time with Remus, or thinking about him, or thinking on defeating him. Your thoughts were 80% Remus Lupin and actually just a 20% school.

Now, in the last party before summer vacation, you both thought of taking a rest. No ditching your friends because you were busy studying, no "I can't drink, I have school tomorrow" anymore.

Just you, Remus and a ridiculous amount of butter beer. And of course, a lot of students as well, but Remus felt like it was only you and him right there.

You looked gorgeous. Remus thinks he never had any chance to look at you this way, to think of you as the most beautiful woman in the room. He knew you were pretty, he may hate you but he wasn't blind. He could see why Sirius had a thing for you. But now, in that exact moment, Remus couldn't take his eyes off you.

You were wearing jeans and a revealing blouse. Classy but somehow informal at the same time, Remus thought that maybe the shoes complete the outfit. That and your tide up hair, he wondered how much it took you to style it like that, he knew there was a lot of effort on the way you tried to make your hair look messy. It was a specific kind of messy you liked.

"Hey, Remus!"

He smiled at the girl who sat by his side, he didn't want to be rude, he was a gentleman, but his mind was killing him to turn around and watch you.

The girl in front of him was pretty, she was funny and she could keep up with any topic Remus would mention, she was well spoken and her body behaved in a way that was almost royalty-like, but he couldn't stop thinking about you, standing just a few steps for him, all that would take was to turn around.

"Remus, are you listening to me?"

No, he wasn't.

"No, sorry, love. What was it?"

She never got mad, not when Remus lost the track of the conversation or when he finally looked behind his back. To his misfortune, you weren't there anymore.

A few hours passed, the first girl was now long-forgotten and Remus was just sitting on the couch listening to Dorcas and Marlene talk about something and occasionally turning to ask him as well.

He felt his body on alert mode when he saw you again. It was around 1:00 a.m., if he was counting right, it was around three hours where he spent without seeing you.

Your face looked in panic. Your arms where hugging your body and your hair was in a different way than before, your lipstick also disappeared and he knew that sad smile way too well to ignore that something happened.

He excused himself from the girls and got up, making all the way to you, touching your arm only to feel you flinching at it, he frowned, because yes, you could say were enemies, but Remus has touch you many times, you could say you were used to it, and not once have you flinch.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yes"

But your eyes were filled with tears now and you felt so embarrassed, of what happened and for crying in front of all this people. You hided your face on Remus chest, trying to stop people from seeing you cry, Remus started to move his body a bit so it looked like the two of you were slow dancing, even when the music was nothing like that.

Remus took you upstairs, it was James' home after all, he could do whatever he pleases there.

He sat you on Sirius' couch, in his room and looked at you better, with the lights fully on. There were wounds in your arms, the kind of wounds the nails cause when they're drowning in the skin.

Remus tried to touch your face and you pulled back with an 'ouch', there was no visible marks but he could tell your left cheek was sore comparing to the right one.

"Who did this to you?"

He didn't know why he was so mad – Well, he knew if it was any other girl he could try tot help too –. He didn't know why he wanted to kill, why the Moony part of him felt like waking up when they were so far from the full moon.

You couldn't speak, you didn't knew his name, you only saw a Gryffindor pin in his jacket before he took it off.

"He was blonde" You say with tears in your eyes, not exactly sure why you felt so comforted right there with Remus, you wanted that asshole to suffer. You wanted him to cry, you wanted him to know how it feels to have someone doing things to your body without you wanting them, without you being able to stop it. "He was a Gryffindor"

And it's not like there's only one blonde Gryffindor in Hogwarts, but he knew one that would do exactly something like this.

"Stay here, I don't want you downstairs"

"He didn't... he didn't got far!" You yell before he could exit the door "He just tried, he, he couldn't take off my clothes, completely, he just tried. Nothing happened. I'm overreacting" You said with tears in your eyes, you felt ashamed, you were dirty now.

"More than enough happened" Remus walked away from the door and kneeled in front of you, kissed your knee and looked at you "Now stay here. I don't want you downstairs, alright?"

How could he not know who it was? It was the same blonde Gryffindor who called you 'Remus' little bitch' once, the same man who said out loud in a boys' night at the common room how you were one of the main girls he fantasized about, how he wanted, no, needed, to have you in any way he could.

Remus felt sick at the memory. He remember how the words twisted his stomach back then and he remember doing nothing, one of his Housemates was expressing out loud how he would even come in terms on raping if necessary and he did nothing.

"Remus, I've been looking for you" Sirius says, hanging from his shoulder and walking at Remus' speed once he didn't stop; "Where're we going?"

The boy didn't answer, he couldn't, his tooth were clenching he felt like he could break them at any moment. And the second he saw those blonde hairs and that cocky face he didn't doubt for a moment on throwing the first punch.

Sirius would always tell the story, and he would always mention he swears he has never feel sober up as fast as he did that day.

The alcohol evaporated from his system.

"Mate, what the... what is wrong with you?"

"You know what you did" Remus answers, caressing his fist with his other hand and looking at Tom, ready to kill him at any moment.

"Oh" He chuckled "You mean what I did... to your little girlfriend?"

You were not his girlfriend, but Remus didn't think necessary to point it out now, in fact, he sort of liked the thought of that. He would come to terms with that later.

"She wanted it tho... She was throwing herself at me like a bitch in heat"

And Remus threw another punch. He didn't even think of this one, the only thing he knew is that his hand was already making contact his his face.

Tom fought back, he punched Remus and that's when Sirius thought of getting involve, when that bastard's friends started to go against Remus.

"She was drunk!" He yelled once he felt James pulling him away, Sirius distancing himself from the others once James arrived and yelled at them to stop. "You had no right touching her, she was drunk!"

Lily tried to calm Remus down while James made sure of kick everyone out from the party.

"Remus, relax, alright?" He tried to breath but he couldn't bare to even think of you, scared, begging for it to stop and not feeling strong enough to do something about it, the impotence. "Where is she?"

"Upstairs"

"What if you calm down and go look for her? How does that sound? Spend a bit of time with Y/N, she must be scared and exhausted. She needs you to be there"

He nods, that actually sounded good, just the two of you, lying in Sirius' bed, or you lying in the bed while he's on the floor, maybe just holding hands, he didn't know. He was so confused right now, too many emotions.

Remus walked upstairs and opened the door, you looked at him, worried and ran to inspect his body, he just chuckled.

"I heard the fight" You say, calmly.

"Sorry" He says and you frown "I thought Sirius' room was soundproof"

You shake your head "Why did... why did you get into a fight? You don't fight"

"I've come to realize, that I can only fight when it comes to you. Whether is against you or for you"

"You will fight me?"

"I fight you every single day it's crazy. I spend more time thinking about you than any girl I've like. My relationships don't work because I'm just looking forward the next time I see you in class to see if I did better than you. There's days where the only thing feeding my will to live is our silly competition"

"But will you fight me, tho?" You asked with a smile and curious eyes. "Like you did today"

"I could take you" He simply answer "Not in a fight"

You chuckle and look at him, his hair is messy, even more than it always is, his shirt is missing around three buttons and you can see his chest, his cheek is red and it's starting to turn purple and yet he still looks a weird way of divine.

And you felt brave enough to kiss him. Remus feel like standing on clouds, it was the first time he could confirm he believed in God.

"Does this mean we're not rivals anymore?"

"Don't be silly, Remus. One kiss doesn't erase years of competition. I could mop the dirt with you"

"What about two kisses?"

"I would have to think about it"

[myadmiringmind]

Routine | Remus Lupin

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff | angst? (Rem in discomfort)

Pairing(s): Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Summary: When the full moon comes around some things are always the same while some things differ. All you and your friends can do is your best to comfort the werewolf you all love.

Warning(s): Nightmares, depression, cursing, food, loss of appetite, difficulty sleeping, mentions of blood, and wounds (let me know if I missed anything)

Characters: Remus Lupin, the marauders

Note(s):

Established Relationship

In the beginning all characters are in their 6th year

Key:

Cariad = Love (welsh)

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|PICTURES DO NOT BELONG TO ME|

No one could truly ever tell how Remus would act around the full moon and to whom. So you could only ever prepare for the constants.

Remus was always physically and mentally drained as his body was preparing him for the transformation. His body would ache. Some months could be much more painful than other months. He was always tired, unable to sleep more than three hours if he was lucky. He was normally restless and tended to bounce his knee, chew on his nails or lip, and fidget with things around him.

Some months he was more angry than anything, others he was more depressed. A week before the full moon was the earliest these side effects occurred. It might start earlier in the week or the middle or at the latest a couple days before.

Walking into the great hall, your eyes immediately searched for your love. Upon seeing him you examined his posture and believed you knew what type of day today would be.

When you got closer you saw James piling some of Remus’ favorite foods on the plate in front of him. Your boyfriend had his hands covering his ears. You believed this to be a subconscious movement to keep out all the noise of the great hall.

James noticed you first, sending you a grateful smile as you sat next to Remus. Far enough to not startle him but close enough so that he could sense your presence.

“Hey, honey.” You said softly to alert him that it was you beside him, but not too quietly that he couldn’t hear you.

You didn’t hear what he mumbled but you took it as a greeting. You gently placed your hand on his back and rubbed it in hope to ease his tension.

Remus was always distant at first, the insecurities plagued his mind. You just needed to be consistent and slowly move towards him.

In the beginning you sat awkwardly next to him. James chatted with Sirius as the black haired boy played wizards chess with Peter. James continued to stuff more food on Remus’ plate, doing his best to encourage him to eat.

Soon enough, Remus allowed himself to find comfort in your presence, and ate a few bites of the food James had given him. It wasn’t enough, but you knew he was trying.

Sirius slammed his hands on the table in frustration from the loss of the chess match. Remus jumped slightly, which earned Sirius a glare from you.

“Sorry, Moons.” He sounded sorry, so you let it go.

Remus just snuggled further into you, taking deeper breaths in an attempt to calm himself. The position the two of you were in was odd to the eye, but it was the best, and most comfortable you could do at the grand tables.

Soon, the owls entered, dropping packages, and hooting loudly. Two packages that were nearly the exact same in size and shape landed in front of James and Sirius.

The two of them grinned and picked their packages up at the same time. If you weren’t so worried about Remus, you would’ve laughed at how similar James and Sirius’ movements were.

“Gifts from Effie.” Sirius grinned at your questioning gaze.

You watched curiously as James and Sirius opened the packages. They both pulled out a delicately wrapped box of sweets and a pouch of coins. 

“For the upcoming Hogsmeade trip.” Sirius said absent-mindedly, he gave Remus a sympathetic look knowing that the full moon was this weekend.

“Come on, let’s go back to our dorm.” James said, after he placed the items back into his own box.

You nodded, and rubbed the back of Remus’ neck before whispering James’ words to Remus.

He nodded and stood up, swaying slightly. You were quick to grab his hand and walk with him out of the great hall. You tried to persuade him into leaning on you but he was still well aware that if he were to fall, he would crush you.

Thankfully, Peter was at Remus’ other side, helping support some of his weight. While Sirius hung behind, and James led.

You saw his shoulders visibly relax when you were far enough away from the noise that was the great hall.

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“Under the cloak you go.” James said, throwing his invisibility cloak over you and Remus.

If someone were to see you going into the marauders dorms, talk would arise and it wouldn’t be good for any of you.

When in their dorm, Remus subconsciously moved towards his bed and flopped down as if he had worked tirelessly all day long, even though it wasn't even noon.

You sat on the edge of his bed. Remus, sensing your proximity, moved so that his head laid in your lap.

All the marauders kept glancing at Remus in worry. James the most. So it wasn’t a shock when said boy spoke up, “He should stay in the dorm today.”

You nodded in agreement, “I’m gonna stay too.”

“You sure?” It was Sirius

“One of us could stay with him.” Peter offered

You shook your head, sending them off to class with a murmur of thanks.

Looking down, you noticed Remus had fallen asleep. You smiled, knowing around these times he got all his sleep from naps.

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Hours later you were awoken from the firm grip on your thighs. Remus’ head was shaking, eyes scrunched up and he was sweating.

You caressed his face, trying to comfort him. He seemed to relax a little.

“Remus.” You called gently, shaking him awake.

It took him a few minutes to come to terms as to where he was.

“What time is it?” He asked quietly.

You glanced around for a clock, before noticing the muggle kid watch you had bought for James last year as a gag gift. You squinted trying to make out the time.

“About two hours after noon.” You answered, trying to relieve the tension in your back and shoulders without disturbing Remus.

Remus groaned in annoyance. He moved to try and get up, but the hand you placed on his back easily convinced him to give up and continue to lay down.

“You should try to get some more sleep.” You said, pushing the strands of hair that stuck to his sweaty forehead away from his face.

“No use.” He answered and your heart aches for him.

“I should start you a bath.” You moved to gently lift Remus’ head from your lap but he halted you with a grab of your wrist.

“Don’t leave.” He whined, “I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m just gonna run a bath for you so you don’t have to sleep in your own sweat.” You tried

“I don’t care.” Remus begged

You effectively placed Remus’ head into the bed despite his protests.

You were more concerned when he moved to sit up. Even in pain, he moved fast, so you couldn’t stop him.

He delicately wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his forehead against your stomach. Despite having his arms around you, you could barely feel him. You knew he was denying the want of tightening his hold on you, afraid of being seen as selfish.

You moved for him, pressing his arms around you tighter and moved closer to him so he could bury his face in your stomach.

“You’re allowed to want things, Rem. All you have to do is ask me.” You said, rubbing up and down the back of his neck.

“I don’t want you to leave me.” You knew he meant more of a break-up sense than a physical sense.

“I’m not going to, my love.” The sound of your endearment caused a small cry from his lips.

“I hate it so much.”

You couldn’t even imagine all the pain and suffering Remus had to constantly go through.

“I know, is there anything more I can do to help?” You asked

“Just be here.” He answered quietly

“I promise.” You assured him.

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Eight Years later 

“Don’t fuss, Cariad, It’s not that big, I swear.” Remus chuckled painfully, watching you tend to a wound on his stomach.

“It’s bigger than I’d like.” You mumble through the flush on your cheeks.

“It was quite an angry moose, but I rather a wound from him than my own claws.” Remus said

You froze for a moment then picked back up where you left off, not sure if or how you should respond to that.

Remus’ hiss stopped you from a rabbit hole of negative thoughts.

“I’m sorry.” You said absent-mindedly

“That’s enough cleaning, don’t you think, love?” 

“Just a little more.” You promised.

When Remus was all bandaged and done he hummed gratefully. 

“So,” He began, resting his hands on your hips as you disposed of the bloody cloths. “How should I repay you for taking such good care of me?” 

You hummed, acting as if you were in deep thought, “A kiss or two should be enough payment for me.” 

Remus chuckled, “Have I not given you enough kisses today?” 

You shook your head, “You never do.”

The man scoffed teasingly, “I thought I gave you a healthy amount, but it seems I've begun to spoil you.” 

“Your fault.” You said affectionately, leaning down while making not to touch a wound. 

One kiss. Two kisses. Three kisses. 

He hummed, pressing one kiss to your cheek, “I thought my payment was two kisses.” 

“I changed my mind.” You smiled, resting your forehead against his. 

“My silly women.” He caressed your cheek.

“Sorry, Rem. You’re stuck with me.” 

“Then I shall die the happiest man.”

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edited on 05/16/2024

[nottswitch]

is it too on the nose to request some fluff 78 and 133 with sirius black? (i'm a basic bitch obviously) ❤️

aww no cause this is so cliché in the best way possible and cute at the same time 😭 always up for some siri as padfoot fluff <3

78. "the dog’s cuter." 133. "that’s your nickname?!"

warnings: just fluff

⟡ navigation ; m.lists ; sirius m.list ; prompts (closed)

"where are we going?"

"babe, for the millionth time – not telling!"

"sirius, i swear to merlin…"

you sighed after another failed attempt to pry your boyfriend’s hands from your eyes in order to see where you were and where he was leading you. the boy sometimes had the craziest ideas, and you still haven’t forgotten that one time he decided to push you into the lake for some ‘lighthearted fun’, as he so graciously put it…

"here we are, love," sirius said after a couple more minutes of walking. "keep your eyes closed."

you groaned in annoyance, because you were still blissfully unaware of what was waiting for you once you’d finally be able to see, and crossed your arms on your chest, your eyebrows slightly furrowed. sirius was absolutely infuriating when he wanted to be, and he seemed to be basking in this state.

you heard him taking a few steps back and then, silence.

"sirius black, if you don’t tell me to open my eyes in three, two-"

your angry rant was interrupted by something – or someone – bumping into your leg. or, better said, bumping your leg on purpose. you flinched, startled by the unexpected turn of events, and your frown deepened. you opened your eyes despite not getting verbal permission and they immediately widened when you saw that – a big black dog sitting at your feet and looking up at you with a cute tilt to its head.

"hi…" you hesitantly murmured, stretching your hand out to pat the dog’s head. it seemed to be friendly, leaning into the touch and not trying to instantly maul you, which was a nice thing to know. "have you seen my idiot of a boyfriend, by chance?" you asked the dog absentmindedly, obviously not really expecting any real answer. you turned your head to the side, then to the other one. no sirius in sight.

"looking for something, love?"

you practically yelled when you heard his voice suddenly coming from behind you while you weren’t looking. you glared at your boyfriend, who was currently snickering at your bewildered facial expression.

"where were you?! and where’s the pup?"

"the pup? oh you mean–"

right in front of your widened eyes, sirius turned into the big black dog you had seen just a minute ago, and then back into a human. your mouth was agape, because as much as you expected from him, it wasn’t that. wasn’t that at all.

"you mean this pup?" sirius finished, mischief lighting up his eyes.

"you’re an animagus?!"

"yeah," sirius answered nonchalantly, looking at his nails, like an illegal animagus was a perfectly normal thing to be. "padfoot, at your service."

"that’s your nickname?! what does that even mean?"

"ah, don’t worry about it, love." sirius waved you off, which was very annoying, because how could he just spring this on you without any explanation?

"the dog’s cuter anyway," you said with a huff, crossing your arms on her chest and rolling your eyes to emphasize the way you were offended by his actions. sirius just barked out a laugh and stepped closer, wrapping his arms loosely around your form.

"alright, alright, i’ll tell you. but you might want to sit down for this one, love. it’s quite a long story."

[anonyymouslyyours]

hi!!! i love your writing so much !!!!!!

do u think you could do remus smut (maybe with a choking and size kink) thank you!!

haven't written smut in ages.. so i'm a little rusty (code for this is lowkey shit). i've never done size and choking kink, so it's very very light, but still there. <3

warnings: smut, kissing, kind of whiny/needy!reader, oral f!receiving

remus lupin spent most of his time studying, with his friends, at his study groups, or with you. selfishly, you wanted him to yourself a lot more, and you'd taken to following him to other activities. like right now, your in the library, and remus is fixated on his book. it's been like this for hours, and hes barely paying attention to you!

"remus..." you whine.

"yes?" he says, gaze not moving from his book.

"can we go now.. i wanna go back to the dorm." you say, flopping your head down dramatically on the desk and sighing loudly.

"just 5 more minutes.." he mutters, attention still not on you.

"but you said that an hour ago!"

remus looks up, hair spilling over his face as he frowns at you.

"whats going on?" he asks, folding the page and finally putting the book down.

"i miss you.."

"hmm?" he says, a smile playing on his lips.

"wanted to do something.. just us?" you suggest, fiddling with your thumbs sheepishly.

"and what might that be, sweetheart?" he pry's.

"i dunno."

"oh but i think you do.." he says, and you cant miss the change in his tone, how his voice drops.

you look up hopefully, searching his face for signs of what he's insinuating.

"c'mere." he motions, and you get up eagerly, crossing around the table to him.

you stand next to him, and even when he's sitting he's only a few centimeters shorter then you.

"well?"

instantly, you pull him forward, lips catching his messily. your not used to being taller then him, and it throws you of a bit, but you get used to it quickly. remus shuffles his chair back, so you can stand between his legs, not even breaking the kiss once.

the thought of getting caught doesn't even cross your mind.. as you moan helplessly into the kiss. but remus, ever the more sensible one, leans away. a whine escapes your lips as you attempt to chase his.

remus is standing up now, towering over you once again. he tilts your chin up with a finger, leaning in to place a quick kiss on your lips.

"my room?" he says, and you nod quickly, not even a second thought.

remus packs his things quickly, shoving them into his bag and chucking it over his shoulder. you pick up your book, but remus takes it, shaking his head and placing it in his bag.

you make your way quickly to the dorms, remus arm wrapped around your shoulder occasionally placing a kiss to your head. once you reach the dorm, you walk past sirius and peter, who are laying near the fire.

"moony! finally!" sirius calls, but remus moves right past, and peter gives sirius a knowing look.

you look back at him, smiling an apology as remus guides you to his room.

"prongs?" he asks, as you enter the room.

"er.. yeah?" james says, sticking his head out from behind the bed curtains. his eyes fall to you, and then to remus whos pointing to the door.

"sorry!" you say quickly, as james leaves, but he just grins at you in return, shutting the door.

you have little time to process, before remus has his lips on yours, arms around your waist. the book bag has been discarded on the floor, and hes moving you towards the bed.

turning you both around, he drops you to the bed, and you land with a gasp. remus stands at the foot, taking of his shirt and tie quickly, before dropping to the bed and crawling towards you.

his hand wraps around your throat, a soft pressure, as he leans over you, arm bracing itself next to your head. he kisses you quickly, fingers brushing against the skin of your neck.

"poor thing.. haven't been paying enough attention to you." he says, as he slots a leg between your thighs.

you whine at the sudden pressure, grinding down slightly on his dress pants. your hands run along his chest, tracing his scars. his hands leave your jaw, coming down to unbutton your shirt quickly.

his hands palm your breasts, and you arch up into his touch, moaning helplessly against his lips.

"more-" you stutter, and remus obeys wordlessly, breaking the kiss to shuffle down.

"rem?" you question.

you gasp, as he kisses your thigh, and then your other. he pushes your skirt up, revealing your bare legs and panties.

"shit. remus-" you stutter, his teeth grazing the inside of your thigh, tongue running back over to soothe.

"shh.." he says, continuing his kisses, until he reaches your panties. he grins at the sight of the little pink bow, one of his favourite pairs.

kissing the top, he pulls them down, chuckling at the wet spot that had formed. his fingers run along your thighs, and he leans back up, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before going back.

prying open your thighs with his hands, he presses a kiss to your clit, tongue swirling around it.

"oh-" you say softly, as he continues his motions.

he's looking up at you, watching as your face contorts in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together. a moan escapes your lips as remus swipes his tongue along your entrance teasingly, before darting his tongue inside you.

"god-" you moan out, arching your back.

remus hands keep your thighs firmly down and apart, his fingers stroking the skin calmly. your close, and he knows it, watching you as you bit down hard on your lip. his tongue swirls around your clit once more, you cry out in pleasure, reaching your high quickly. remus slips his finger inside of you, tongue still working on your clit, as he rings out ever last ounce of your orgasm.

remus leans up, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

"feeling better?"

not remus kicking out james 🤭

...

[wonderlandwalker]

Desperate Times | Remus Lupin x Reader

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Summary: Remus doesn't want to hurt you, but you can't sit still any longer. When you do inevitably get hurt, he tells himself that enough is enough (part 2: Desperate Measures)

Content Warnings/Tags: Blood, injury, fighting, angst, bad coping mechanisms

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I made edibles and then I made this so if it turns out to be horrible I'll just delete it in the morning. There will be a part two for this but only the gods will know how long that's going to take.

You had been fighting all afternoon. You had just wanted to help him. And you did, really, you did help him. Remus was grateful for all the times you brought him chocolate pastries for breakfast in the hospital wing, because you knew how much he loathed the porridge they served there. He was thankful for all the times you would lay down next to him and run your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep. This time you had simply wanted to help again, you had told him you could no longer make him go through it alone. You had concluded that this was for the best for the both of you.

“You are following breadcrumbs with the assumptions youre making right now, do you know that? You can't do this.” He was angry you couldn't get it through your head that this was a bad idea, at how stubborn you were being.

“I can and I will, you can’t stop me Remus.”

“What are you gonna suggest next, walking into a house made of candy only to be eaten by an evil old witch?”

“The witch never ate them”

“That’s not my point.” He was angry with you now, why couldn't you just understand? 

The full moon was tomorrow, and you had set your heart on helping him during the transformation instead of only after. He was telling you how it would only make him more worried, because if something happened to you and it was his fault, he didn't think he would ever be able to forgive himself. He had told you to stay in the castle tonight, but you were worried about him, and you told him you didn't care if he hurt you, because it wouldn't be him. You told him you didn't just want the good times, you wanted to be there for the hard times too, because you wanted to be with him through everything. But he was stubborn too, and he wouldn't risk it.

But you didn't listen, of course you didn't listen, he should've known better than that. He had seen you show up with James, Sirius and Peter. And he had wanted to protest, but it was already too late.

And now you were running through the forest, you were running as he chased you. The others had lost sight of the two of you for only a little while, but the werewolf had decided what it wanted quickly.

It had already been too late when you realized it. He had jumped at you, pushing you into the tree behind you, your head slamming into it. Your breath started to run short, and you started to feel afraid, but nothing could scare you more than what you saw when you opened your eyes. Right in front of you was Remus, or at least a distant version of him. His werewolf form was looming over you. You remembered how his eyes always shined when he smiled at you, but there was no trace of that now. 

You felt blood coming from your abdomen, and you started to feel weaker and weaker. And only one thought remained in your head, you decided to make those your last words.

“I love you, Remus”

And just before your eyes closed, you could see his pupils dilate and his breathing quicken, and right as you had given up, he backed away from you

But before you could think of it any further, you could see James coming from behind you, he knocked Remus down and you could hear the werewolf whining. Sirius had turned back into his normal form, and was approaching you fast.

“He didn’t mean to.” You tell him. He has to know Remus didn't mean to. And just as he was about to talk he could see the colour drain from your face and your eyes close.

Remus had transformed back, and the first thing he did was ask Sirius where you were. He needed to know where they had brought you, he needed to see you to make sure you were okay. They had told him to settle down, get some rest for the night and go see you in the morning. But how could they think he was able to get any rest if they didn't let him see you? 

Despite how tired he was, and how much his muscles ached, his heart hurt more. So he tore free from the grip James had on him, he used all of the strength that his exhausted body could possibly give him in order to see you. But it took a toll on him, and as he saw the state you were in, the claw marks on your stomach and the fabric pressed against it soaked in a heavy red liquid, he started seeing little white spots cornering in on him and he fell back to the floor.

He woke up in the hospital wing, and immediately he was worried. But he wasn't worried about the fresh wounds on his arms or the scratches on his neck, he was worried about you. He couldn't see you from where he was, and maybe it was for the best. Because if he had to face you right now, if he had to see you right now with the memory of what he had done to you, he swears he would have fallen through his knees at your side.

And so, over the next days, he does the only thing he can think of to avoid it. He avoids you. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't keep himself from you completely. He still watches you sitting beside your friends in the great hall, still watches the way you pick at your food. But when you catch his gaze, when he sees that bit of hope in your eyes as you catch his, he makes himself look away. He looks away and doesn't see the hurt look that passes over you, he doesn't see how your Lily reaches out for you and asks you what is wrong.

It had been a week now, and he had to keep reminding himself not to give in every time he saw you. Because he sees the way your smile has disappeared, he sees the way you eat less and the bags that have formed under your eyes. His friends tell him how much you say you miss him, and he misses you too. But he knows if he just holds on a little longer, it will all be better in the end. If you move on from him, only then can he stop worrying about hurting you, only then can he be sure you’ll be okay. And he wants to reach his arms towards you, he wants to hold you and whisper endearments to you. But he so goes on, despite everyone telling him that you’re worse off this way, that he was making you both go through unnecessary turmoil. Because he knows that this is the only way he can be certain you’ll be safe.

But as he continues to shut you out, he sees the way you start smiling again when someone asks you something, the way you light up as you recognize someone. As time moves on, so do you. Slowly, but surely, you move on. And it's not as if you haven't reached out to him, he still remembers the last conversation you had with him. You had asked him why he was avoiding you, what was going on and why he wouldn't talk to you. He was telling you that it was over between you, that he simply didn't want to be with you anymore. But you had called his bluff, no matter what he said you wouldn't accept it. He was getting desperate, not sure how much longer he could refrain from giving in to you, so he said the one thing he knew would work, the one thing that would surely make you leave him.

“There is no us, there never was.”

His voice isn't shaky, it doesn’t sound doubtful, because this was his last resort, and he had just used it. He told you, and within a second, your arms dropped to your sides and you were dead silent. Looking at him as if he had just ripped out your heart from within your chest with his bare hands. Your eyes are looking at him to save you from this hurt, to say he didn't mean it so you can forgive him and fall into his arms. But it was working, and he couldn’t give in now that he was finally making you believe it. While at war with himself, he said

“Who could ever love someone like you.” 

And there it was, there was the one thing that made you recoil as if touching fire. And without saying another word, you started to cry. But you weren't sobbing, not making any expression.  Your face was stoic and cold as you looked at him, and it was a stark contrast to the emotions that were showing just minutes before. You were standing completely still, waiting for him to say something, to take it back. 

If he spend another minute looking at you, looking at the light leave your eyes even if you weren't really dying, he would have taken it back. But he stood his ground. And between the beats of your heart, his soul crumbled to ashes.

Part 2: Desperate Measures

[madwcman]

where to next?

a/n: my request are open for drabbels! please send in requests :)

pairing: james potter x reader

“where do you want to go to next?” you stop looking at the fishes above you, as you and james walk through the doomed tank hallways filled with different kinds of fish.

you hum and think of what you would like to see next in the aquarium, you’re not exactly rushing to see any of the animals. you’ve seen turtles, penguins and of course plenty of fish already. “i don’t really mind, what would you like to visit?” you ask james, moving slightly closer to his side.

“we could visit the jellyfish?” he tilts his head up towards the sign that reads different aquatic animal exhibits as you and james make your way to the end of the doomed hallway. “that’s perfect!” you smile walking faster to look at the jellyfish.

as you enter the exhibit you notice not many people are around, you walk up closer to the tank. you and james observe the different kinds of sea jellies in amazement.

you look at james, as he smiles. his eyes filled with wonder and excitement. “james, can i take your picture?” you ask him, softly smiling.

“yeah of course you can!” you smile and grab your phone out of your pocket, you quickly walk away from james, as james stays near the jelly tank; his skin turns slightly more blue as he faces you, he slightly tilts his head to the right, glasses slightly sliding off the bridge of his nose in the process. his lips turn into a bright crooked smile as he raises one of his arms to give you a thumbs up. you quickly take the picture of him smiling “i got it, do you want me to take another?” you ask, james shakes his head enthusiastically as he lifts his other arm giving you another thumbs up. you happily take his picture again.

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summary — rainy sunday headcanons with modern!bf!remus lupin

warnings — not edited or proofread. pure fluff. lowercase intended.

author’s note — i don’t consider myself a writer as i’ve never really written before, but it’s currently raining here & i’ve been thinking about this all day!

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cuddles & staying in.

when you wake up to a rainy sunday, you smile. you get closer to remus (if possible) and bury your face into the crook of his neck. remus, still half asleep, tightens his arms around you.

“morning, m’love,” you whisper.

“morning, baby,” he whispers back. he kisses your temple as greeting.

you both stay in bed, cuddled besides one another, enjoying the peacefulness the rain brings.

baking.

once it becomes a reasonable time to get up, you both do your morning routine and change into sweatpants and hoodies to keep warm.

once done with your routine, you both try to find something to do.

“what if we bake cookies?” you ask, looking at remus.

“sure, dove,” he agrees. making your way to the kitchen, he asks “do we have everything we need?”

you look through the cabinets and fridge, you find that you have all the ingredients you need to make chocolate chip cookies. “yep, we have stuff to make chocolate chips cookies!”

you both get to work, although it’s more like you’re working while remus distracts you. he kisses you, hugs you from behind, whispers sweet nothings (and other things) to your ear.

“let’s dance, dove!” remus says.

“we need music!” you giggle. remus shakes his head and offers you his hand. you gladly take it and begin to sway side to side as remus hums a simple tune.

you could stay like this forever you think.

watching movies.

once you’re done baking (and cleaning a bit), you’ll move to the living room.

“c’mon, dove, let’s watch something!” remus says. you nod your head in agreement.

what you watch can range between scary movies to rom-coms to disney movies. remus usually let’s you choose but occasionally will be in a mood to watch a certain film.

you both lay on the couch, with a blanket over the two of you. you laying on his chest, remus’s arms wrapped around you.

“i love you,” you murmur against his chest.

“i love you more,” remus kisses your head and tightens his arms around you.

a few minutes later, between the movie playing softly, the light noise of the rain outside, and remus’s heartbeat, you fall asleep peacefully.

remus looks down to see you’ve fallen asleep. he smiles softly and kisses your head. he, too, closes his eyes and, after a few minutes, falls asleep. his last thought before completely falling asleep is i could stay like this forever.

[spiderfunkz]

hello! how are you doing? could you do a blurb about remus lupin taking gn!reader on a picnic date please? take your time and thank you :)

✧.* daisy rings and coffee

— summary : a surprise picnic date with your remus lupin.

— pairings : remus lupin x gn!reader

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : all fluff, pet names, food stuff, mentions of remus' scars, and like one kiss on the hand.

a/n : hiiyaa i'm alright! thank u for the request anon!! sorry this took a bit but i hope you enjoy itt <33 also do u get the pet name like star because he's moony and your his star (sorry sirius).

"were almost there, just close your eyes a bit longer 'kay?" remus grinned, his hands guiding you down the hill slowly.

down the hill is a pretty picnic all ready for the both of you. remus had planned this date for days, finding the perfect plaid blanket, the perfect snacks, and the perfect spot.

he laid out everything near a lake by a willow tree and everything is going amazing.

the sun was shining perfectly at the spot, the water was reflecting the glow of the sun, the trees are alive and he was about to spend the afternoon with you.

"okay, you can open them now!" remus awkwardly stands near the picnic. you gasp at the sight of the daisies laid out along the blanket, the fresh toast covered jam, the smell of coffee, and the chocolate muffins.

you smile and give him a big hug, "do ya like it, star?" he smirks. "like it? this is so lovely, rem." you held his hands.

you two sit and enjoy the scenery around you. "i learned how to bake these muffins just for you." he hands you one. "you should be thankful i didn't burn the entire hogwarts kitchen." he joked, "you probably did." you reply, laughing.

the two of you talk for a bit as the sun sets. remus fiddles around with the daisies that are laid around the blanket, making it into two small rings. you were enjoying the homemade chocolate muffins remus made and the now cold toast.

you were admiring the way remus' hair perfectly falls in place, the way his hands effortlessly craft the flowers into rings, and the way his freckles and scars can resemble the star and galaxies.

"okay, now give me your hand, my love." he says, putting the flower ring on your ring finger. "and," he grabs another flower but this time he puts it behind your ear, "there, you look beautiful."

[ahqkas]

What do you think about ୨ৎ

Remus lupin who loves photography because it makes him see the beauty in everything around him but never takes photos of himself because he fails to see the beauty in himself. He sees beauty in everything except his own reflection.

(this is not a request or anything, it's 11:58pm and I was going to sleep but I thought abt this and had to share it 😭)

-☀️

you’re so real for this :(( remus’ fascination with photography began on a quiet afternoon, a simple discovery born more of curiosity than intention. he had borrowed an old camera from one of the muggleborn kids, more out of a restless need to occupy his hands than anything else. but when he brought the lens to his eye for the first time, he was taken aback by how much the world seemed to change. the camera turned everyday scenes into something softer, almost reverent. it let him linger on moments he might otherwise pass by—moments he could capture and hold close, preserving them like pressed flowers between the pages of a book

through that lens, remus began to find a comfort he couldn’t quite name. the world he captured was quiet and gentle, full of small, hidden beauty. he became attuned to details others might overlook: the soft glow of morning light filtering through tree branches, or the way the lake’s surface rippled with the faintest breeze. he sought out colors, textures, and the play of shadow, as if gathering pieces of a world he felt somewhat distanced from.

but the werewolf couldn’t bring himself to turn that lens inward. while his photographs held the beauty he saw in others and in nature, he never managed to find the same in himself. he would stand in front of a mirror and only see the things he couldn’t change: the tiredness beneath his eyes, the scars etched into his skin, reminders of nights he would rather forget. the camera’s lens, when turned on him, felt intrusive, a harsh reminder of what he tried to ignore.

to remus, the reflection staring back at him lacked the elegance he saw so easily in everything else. he felt as though any photo of himself would shatter the illusion of beauty he created in his work.

over time, his friends grew curious about this habit. sirius, ever mischievous, would tease him, saying, “you’ll photograph a patch of grass for twenty minutes but won’t let me take one decent picture of you?” which resulted to remus throwing a punch straight into sirius’ gut ☹️☹️

he might not see beauty in himself, but he leaves a piece of himself in the pictures he takes and maybe that’s enough for the time being.

[gtgbabie0]

-Remus Lupin x reader

{A lazy Sunday morning is rudely disturbed by James and Sirius, much to Remus’ dismay}

Short and sweet! Hope you enjoy as always lovelies!💕

!18! {Its a little suggestive}

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Remus loves mornings with you, how your gentle fingers run up and down the expanse of his back, he sighs against your collarbones as your fingers graze against his scars that are littered over his skin, you enjoy the roughnesses of them.

You spent the night over at his apartment, enjoying the silence since both James and Sirius were gone.

He nuzzles his nose against your neck as he presses kisses along your shoulders, “Mm, you’re so cuddly in the mornings” you giggle, running a hand through his pillow-tussled hair.

You can feel him smile into your skin as he throws a leg over your own, “You’re so warm” he says, voice still a little raspy from sleep. His hand slips underneath the oversized shirt you’re wearing, and you hum softly at the feeling. He props himself on his elbow, gazing down at you with soft eyes, “And so very pretty dove” he smiles, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, then another to the corner of your mouth.

The butterflies in your stomach are all too prominent at his loving words, and goosebumps prick at your skin as his hand traverses up your body. He notices, of course, he does he always notices the way your body reacts to him.

That’s why he decides to push his luck, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your neck, his soft lips lingering at the sensitive parts of your skin making you sigh with pleasure and it only fuels him to go further.

“I love you” he whispers, lips grazing against your jaw as he moves to lay in between your legs. He continues to pepper kisses along your skin as your fingers thread through his hair, and he smirks when your hips writhe under his own.

You gasp when he grinds down against you mimicking your own actions, “I love yo-” and before you could even get the four words out there’s a loud knock at his door. Remus lets his head drop against your shoulder as he groans.

“Come on Moony! You promised us breakfast” Sirius yells from the other side of the door, followed by James saying something about how he was ‘starving’

Remus lifts his head from your shoulder, “Talk me out of murder” he says, dropping a kiss to your shoulder as you try to stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“We couldn’t do this” you smile, tucking his hair behind his ear before leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and he hums in agreement. And despite the relentless knocking at his bedroom door he still kisses you, thumb resting against your chin as his tongue pushes against yours.

He pulls back, his forehead against yours and for a moment the sound of the knocking is drowned, it doesn’t last long enough though as both James and Sirius start hammering at the door with their fists.

You giggle as he stands up from the bed, the door swings open, “Oh come on! You’re not even dressed!?” James complains throwing his hands up in the air.

“Yeah put a shirt on you flirt” Sirius smirks, his head popping out from behind the door as he sends you a small wave greeting you a good morning, you wave back to him with a laugh.

Remus threads a hand through his hair, “Give me twenty and we’ll be ready” he huffs, watching as the pair nod their heads, and just like that the door closes again and he climbs back into bed with you.

He notices the confusion that paints your face as nuzzles back down into your arms, “Just five more minutes dove” he smiles and you don’t fight him on it as your arms wrap around his shoulders, because how could you deny that?

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[rosieandthethorns]

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

[doodlemcjazzhands]

Wolfstar Sketches

[starrysillhoutte]

sirius who can faint on command and regulus who can cry on command using these to their advantage in arguments

[anonyymouslyyours]

hellooo!! can i request james potter x reader, where reader is meeting euphemia and fleamont (james' parents) for the first time and they love her

yes effie and flea my bbys <33

no warnings all fluff ( like major fluff )

"are you sure you look alright?" you ask anxiously, smoothing out your dress almost aggressively.

"you look great love, i've told you my parents will love you." james soothes, squeezing your hand for emphasis.

"but are you-"

the old wooden door swings open, and a women stands in the doorway, a wide smile on her face. she looks kind, very kind, and although you know shes in her mid-fifties, she still looks thirty.

"james! your late." euphemia scolds, hurrying you both in.

"and you must be y/n. can't believe we've had to wait so long to meet you." she says, offering you a hand. you smile politely, taking it and shaking.

"good to finally put a face to the name. james talk too much about you." a man, who you presume is fleamont, says as he enters the room.

"dad!" james says, flushing red as effie and you giggle softly at him.

"you look gorgeous, has james told you? please tell me my son hasn't forgotten his manners." effie says, hooking an arm through yours and leading you to the sitting room.

"oh he hasn't, the perfect gentleman." you confirm, smiling at effie.

you glance back at james and his father, seeing fleamont pat james shoulder, an act that makes you smile fondly.

"well, i'm not usually overbearing but we'd love to hear all about you-"

"she is-" james cuts in under his breath, and you stifle a laugh.

effie swats his shoulder with a tea towel, though that large smile is still planted on her face.

"do tell us about yourself- oh and about how you and james are! is he treating you right?" fleamont says, and james dramatically sighs, burying his face in his hands.

"well.. i hate to inform you but-" you begin, laughing at james aghast expression.

"lies! all lies!" he cries, pouting at the 'injustice'.

effie calls in some tea, as you sit on the couches of the potters cozy living room, and you feel rather at home in a place you've only spent a few minutes in.