#tw cigarettes

[fibrefox]

Paused King of the Hill on an interesting frame

[cirrocula]

i started to envy leon kennedy fans so i had to take matters into my own hands

[alterego77]

[moonstruckme]

hi!! just dropping this here as you asked: i'd love something relating to smoking with remus x reader, preferably set during hogwarts years. thanks again for considering this! <3

Thanks lovely <3

cw: smoking

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 757 words

It’s a clear night. The moon is bright and high, casting a sweet blue light onto the wood floors of the astronomy tower. A cool breeze comes in through the arched openings and swirls through the space. 

“Thought I might find you here.” 

Your head turns abruptly. You’re sitting sideways on one of the metal railings, and you inhale smoke too fast in your surprise.

“Merlin’s pants, Remus,” you cough. “You have a tracking charm on me or something?” 

Remus’ lips tug at how close to the truth you are without knowing. Though, really, he didn’t need the map to know you’d be here tonight. 

“Lucky guess,” he says. “You know, you don’t have to come up here everytime you want a smoke. You could just crack a window in your dorm like the rest of us.” 

No sooner do you recover from your fit than you’re bringing the cigarette to your lips again. “My roommate doesn’t like the smell.” 

Remus tsks. He goes to join you, setting his elbows on the railing rather than balancing atop it the way you have. “I really ought to stop selling to you. You’re getting as bad as me.” 

“Are you so bad?” you ask in a sweet tone. Remus feels warmth come to his cheeks despite the chill. “Besides, I don’t hear you bemoaning the fourth years getting dependent on your business.” 

That much is true. Remus doesn’t sell to third years or younger, but everyone else is fair game; he doesn’t concern himself with what they do with the cigarettes once they have them, or how quickly they come back for more. You’re a different case. 

The breeze picks up. Remus notes the way you pull your shoulders in close. 

“Why would you come up here without a jumper?” he scolds, tugging his over his head. 

“No, stop that. I’m fine.” 

“Just take it.” 

“Why should you be cold because of my lack of forethought?” 

Remus can think of about a thousand reasons, but the one he says aloud is, “Because I run hot.” 

It’s a dim-witted thing to mention. Remus hopes you won’t make any connections between his confession and what you learned in DADA a few years back, but something about you makes him take the risk. When you only eye him dubiously, he goes on in hopes of erasing it. 

“I’m not putting it back on, so if you don’t then neither of us will get to use it.” 

You roll your eyes and extend your cigarette. “Hold this.” 

Remus does so happily, trading you for the jumper. He really had no ulterior motives behind having you wear it, but once it’s on it sparks a ridiculous, tender warmth in his chest. He wonders if he can contrive a way to fill your closet with his jumpers so you wear them all of the time. Maybe if he pitches it to his friends as a prank…

“You want some?” you nod to the cigarette burning between his fingers. 

“That’s alright.” Remus holds it out. “I’ve got plenty. And you paid for it.” 

You take it back. “Oh, come on.” You smile as you bring it to your lips. “I know you charge five quid for these, and you only make me pay three.” 

It’s true. Remus really should stop doing that, if he wants to dissuade you from bad habits. But he never can seem to help giving you special treatment. 

“You’ll be paying full price from now on,” he fibs. 

The cherry lights your eyes, making them appear to dance with amusement. “Liar.” 

Remus pretends to hold his ground for a handful of moments. It’s a nice excuse to look at you. You’re a lovely sight, lit silvery blue by the moon and with smoke blowing from between your lips. You hold his gaze. Suddenly, having something that’s touched that mouth seems an inspired idea. 

“Alright.” Remus beckons. “Let’s have it.” 

You pass it to him with something like triumph in your expression. Tingles run all the way up his arm at the brush of his fingers against yours. Remus is painfully conscious of the feel of the filter paper between his lips, of your eyes on the side of his face as he inhales. He’s never felt more self-conscious taking a drag in his life. 

“You know,” he says around the cigarette, “I ought to finish this for you, and then cut you off.” 

“Remus,” you say, teasing, “you’d only give me the next pack for two quid.” 

Remus knows that’s true, too.

[cholerascum]

you pulled THE TOWER!

getting in on the trading card thing by @sadcoldcoffee and @unholytgirl

props to those who understand "the tower"

tried to give myself every little detail i usually forego, this is the definitive fiona.

[shattered-system]

I’ve seen some art with the line “the future is plural!”

I hope it isn’t.

More systems means more abused kids.

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

[milliposting]

making a collection of animal smoke cig… please do add on…

[allknowingaxolotl]

Love it when a ship is defined by how many divorces they had

[no-tengo-ojos]

Going to start picking up girls at the club by offering them moomin ciggies

[luminlunii]

(breathes into microphone) can you draw zib the dorian

sincerely kfrances

Here's Zib the Dorian lmao

[fangirls-other-art]

More doodles :D

(A little bit of angst this time)

The one doodle is inspired by the one piece of fanart @numberonenuzifan made for me ^^

Please Do Not Repost!

Reblogging is appreciated ^^

[alterego77]

[moonstruckme]

can you write remus and reader sharing a cigarette together, something about that is just so intimate to me i want to cry

Thanks for requesting babe!

cw: smoking

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 808 words

Remus can feel you looking at him in his periphery. He sighs, sending smoke billowing out into the dark alleyway, even as he feels the corner of his mouth tilt up. 

“We’re terrible influences on you,” he says. 

“You’re terrible influences,” James corrects him, standing upwind and looking at him and Sirius like they’re contagious. “I am nothing but good to her.” 

“Come on.” You grin at Remus, and yeah, that mischief in your eyes is definitely a result of spending too much time with their bunch. “I just wanna try.” 

Lately, you’ve been campaigning for a cig every time he’s having one. You’d never thought about it before you had friends who smoked, but now you’re curious, and he and Sirius’ regular smoke breaks don’t help matters. If Remus was a better friend, he’d show more restraint. 

“Mm, ‘fraid this is my last one,” he says, not lying but definitely not upset about it. 

You roll your eyes. “Sirius?” 

The glow of Sirius’ cherry lights his eyes with a smug amusement. “Don’t look at me, doll. He’ll be pissy if I give you one.” 

Remus has to suppress a grin when you turn back to him, arms crossed over your chest. “Really? I could just go get a pack on my own, you know.” 

Remus exhales smoke out one side of his mouth, watching you from the corner of his eye as he does. You look back at him, obstinate if a bit playful. 

“Fine,” he says. “We can share this one, if you want to try so badly.” 

Your expression falters, and he thinks he might have won, your bashfulness about your crush on him overpowering your want, but then challenge glints in your eye and Remus knows he hasn’t. Competitiveness is another thing you’ve picked up from their group (Remus likes to think that’s more James and Sirius than himself), and now once you’ve caught a whiff of a challenge there’s no deterring you. 

“Perfect,” you reply brightly. 

Remus tries once more. “You sure?” 

“Don’t do it,” James cautions you. “You’ll be sending yourself down a path of corruption and lung problems.” 

“Just this once,” you promise. 

“Just this once,” Remus agrees sternly. 

You beckon, and he taps the ash off the end of his cigarette, reluctantly passing it to you. You take it between your thumb and forefinger and lift it to your lips. 

“Just take a shallow breath,” Remus warns. 

You do, the cherry glowing only dimly as you inhale cautiously. Good girl, he thinks to himself. You blow out the smoke just as slowly, features tightening as you try to keep from coughing. 

Sirius laughs at the obvious strain, and a small cough escapes you. They all clap, Sirius still chuckling and Remus with a small, begrudging smile on his face. 

“That’s actually not so bad,” you say, somewhat croakily. 

“Oh? Happy to hear it.” Remus takes the cig back from you, putting it to his own lips again and trying not to think about how yours were just on it. It’s not the first time he’s shared a cigarette, but somehow with you it feels different. He has an inkling as to why. 

As he takes it away from his mouth, you reach for it again. 

He dodges you. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“I want another,” you say. 

“No.” 

“What?” A laugh trips off your tongue, and Remus holds the cigarette aloft as you make another grab for it. “Come on, you said we’d share!” 

“I’m not done with my turn yet,” he says, taking a hearty drag. 

“You’re going to finish it off before I can have any!” 

“Don’t know what you mean.” 

You reach for it again, and this time Remus doesn’t put up as much of a fight, letting you pluck the cigarette from his mouth. If the side of your index finger grazes his upper lip, he certainly doesn’t notice. 

You’re bolder this time, exhaling some of your air before breathing in. The cherry glows a fiery orange, and Remus feels his brow furrow. 

“Slower, love,” he murmurs. 

You manage not to cough this time, which Remus can tell impresses Sirius as much as it does him, blowing the smoke off to the side like you’ve seen them do a million times. It’s terribly hot. 

You keep breathing out even after there’s no smoke left, then inhale, humming contemplatively. 

“Sort of aches in your lungs, doesn’t it?”

“That’s the beginning of the end,” James says solemnly. “You’re done for, now.” 

“She is not,” Remus chides, swiping the cig from you. “But that’ll be all.” He tuts as you protest, setting his free hand atop your head under the guise of keeping you at bay. “Don’t want to hear it. You’re too lovely to corrupt. I won’t be a part of it.” 

That shuts you up.

[iamespecter]

"consume" and "consummate" doesn't mean all that different when you have a cannibalistic witch (ex)wife now does it

[virmbot]

Releasing him into the world