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can i request a lizzy mcalpine - “daylight, you got me cursing the daylight. daylight you got me calling at all times.” with remus lupin!!!

hate the sun

summary remus hates the sun because of you.

content remus lupin x fem!reader

omg the readmore cut off the end i cant fix it sorry

You’re first to wake up in the morning. You usually are it’s nothing out of the ordinary — most of the time you appreciate the extra time to spend staring at your boyfriend.

You roll over in your spot, careful not to rouse Remus where he’s got his arm thrown over your body. He grunts like you’d expected, though he still sounds as soft as ever, and tugs you closer.

Now turned, so close in his space, you can look at his face. His eyebrows still pinched from your unsettling movements, his lips parted and smooshed against his pillow.

The sun shining through the open blinds casts through his curls until they glow. You raise your free hand and tangle your fingers through the locks that are begging to be tousled. You run your hand along his scalp until your palm comes down to be flush against his cheek. He wrinkles his face, soft cheeks crinkled around his pert nose.

You have to close your eyes lest you do something worse and wake him up.

He eventually does wake and you’re not sure if you’re upset about it or not. You didn’t mean to, really. But now, your boyfriend is up and you can stare at his pretty eyes and chat his head off.

He blinks, smiles softly with creased eyes and even softer lips, and blinks again. He's an image now that he's awake. It's rude how, now that he's got his eyes open and he's looking at you, he looks even worse. Not worse in an embarrassing way, though in a way that has you melting, heart freezing at much you do actually love him.

It's cruel.

Especially when he says, "Morning, dove," in a voice that makes you feel dizzy. Rasped and a bit sticky with early morning fatigue.

"Morning," you manage to say. You try to act as calmly as you can. You're sure he can hear your heartbeat. It's too early for this.

He leans forward and doesn't have to move far to kiss into your hairline. He smells like sleep and your shampoo where he's had his cheek in your hair all night.

Remus likes to act like a morning person. You know he's far from it. You'd stay in bed for as long as he'd like if it meant he was comfortable. Errands can wait. Scrubbing the shower and hanging out your tea towels can wait.

You read him like a book. He says, "We don't have to get up, right?" and you're not surprised.

You shake your head, your nose bumping the soft skin of his bicep. "No," you say quietly, "we can stay here as long as you like."

Remus smiles again and then frowns. "You don't have things to do?"

"Nothing important." You smile back and reach your hand up to his face. You trace his freckles with the edge of your finger, smoothing out his eyebrow and down his jaw. You think you catch him shiver.

"Sure?"

"Positive."

You don't think he believes you. "I hate mornings," he groans. It almost disturbs the little bubble you're both in. Louder than the chirping birds and your stuttered breathing. You don't mind.

"I know, baby," you giggle.

Remus doesn't feel your sympathy. He wraps his arms around you as tight as he thinks you'd like without feeling smothered and tugs you into his chest. You duck your face down and he presses his into the top of your hair.

He breathes you in like it's soothing and then huffs. "I hate waking up. I hate feeling even more tired than I was before I fell asleep. I hate...the sun, god."

"The sun?" you snort, face a little stuffed up by his cotton tee. You lift your head and he doesn't seem to like it.

"Yes," he kisses your forehead and drags his bottom lip upwards to close his mouth. "The sun sucks."

"It does," you try to agree. He laughs.

"It does," he says, "because how am I supposed to keep sleeping with my beautiful girlfriend when the sun blasts through the blind and wakes her up?"

You look at him. He seems so genuine you might cry. He's so lovely in the best ways and you don't know why. "Remus." You might also pass out.

"What?" he chuckles, holding you back. "It's true."

You duck your head back down so he can't see your face. How easily he affects you. He's horrible. "Don't say stuff like that."

"Oh, I'm sorry." He doesn't sound it. You think he might be smiling.

"Don't hate the sun on my account," you laugh because you can't help it. "That's like, a big thing."

"It is," he hums, letting an arm run down your back and over the sheet that covers your hip. His hands selfish where he searches your bumps and dips with splayed fingers. "But, it's reasonable."

"Yeah?"

"I think I'd go a day without the sun if it meant I could spend more time with you in bed," he says, softly and in a tone that has you fizzling into an even bigger puddle of adoration.

You can't believe he's real. "I think I feel the same way."

He tugs you closer. Hands as tight as they can be around your bicep and your shoulder. Smoothing and searching like he's never held you. Or he won't ever again.

"Let's stay here all day," he suggests.

"Yeah," you say. "I'd like that."

It takes Remus a really long time to admit he needs to use the bathroom before he lets go of you in favour of leaving your bed.

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let’s hope the end doesn’t get cut off <3

Piggyback | R.L.

Remus gets jealous after you spend an afternoon with James, but you sweetly assure him he has nothing to be worried about — remus x fem!reader fluff with a hint of angst

warnings: jealousy/insecurity, some foul language

words: 1k

You held on tight from behind him, arms wrapped around the broad shoulders of James Potter. He held your thighs steady as you dashed through the halls of Hogwarts. 

He laughed when you let out a squeal every time he turned a corner, fearing he would lose control and run into a wall — even though you know he would never do that. He has too much Quidditch experience and he knew his best mate, your boyfriend, Remus Lupin would kill him if he ever hurt you. 

Speak of the devil, James turned one more corner into the library hallway and you saw Remus' familiar silhouette at the end of the hall walking away. James didn't seem to notice him and was about to run another direction, but you moved your hand onto his arm to direct him one way. 

"Jamie, wait, Remus is over there! Run down the library hall." You told him. 

"Alright, let's go see your Moony." He replied, obeying your instructions and heading towards Remus. 

Once you got closer, you called out Remus' name, which caught his attention. He turned around and looked slightly shocked at the sight of you on James' back, both of you running at him. James came to a jagged halt when you reached Remus, causing you to let out a giggle. 

"Let me down please, Jamie." You asked of the boy carrying you. He once again obliged, bending down and letting you get off his back. You thanked him softly and turned to Remus. 

"Hi, Remmy." You said, pulling him down by his tie so you could kiss him. You did so, a sweet kiss on the lips, which James looked away for. 

"Hi, love." Remus greeted you back. "What were you just doing?" 

"Oh, Jamie was just giving me a piggyback ride around the school while you were busy in the library. But, now you're out, I guess, so here we are." 

"Yup, here we are." James said with a shrug. "So, I guess I'll be on my way, probably to go find my lily flower. I'll see you two later." 

And with that, he started to walk away, heading towards the library to check for Lily there first. 

"Bye, Jamie! Thanks for the ride!" You said just before he left, and he did a little salute in return, then kept walking.

You turned back to Remus, hoping to spend time with your boyfriend after he'd been in the library all day working. 

"So, you and 'Jamie'? Where did that little nickname come from?" He asked before you could say anything. 

"Oh, I just sometimes feel like I'm imposing on your friend group when I call you by your Marauders nicknames, so I'm just trying out some other ones." You told him with a smile. "What do you think of it?" 

"It's cute." He said curtly. 

You could tell at this point that something was bothering, and you knew Remus well enough to know that he wouldn't just tell you unprompted. 

"Then what's wrong?" You asked, looking up at him. 

"What? Nothing's wrong." He answered, though you knew it was a lie. "Let's just go back to the common room."

"Well, clearly something is wrong, and I don't want to go until we figure it out." 

"How could anything be wrong? I just finally finished my essays and you had a great afternoon with Jamie." 

The way he sneered at the nickname you gave his best mate is what made you realise what was upsetting him. 

"You're jealous." You stated, fighting back a grin because of your realisation. 

"What? No, why would I be jealous? No, let's just go." Remus said with a scoff. Taking her soft hand in his, Remus started to walk away with you, now completely silent. 

"You know, I know you're not jealous." You started curiously. "I know it's impossible. But, hypothetically, if you were jealous, I would say that it's okay. Even though I was just being friendly with James, it's a totally normal emotion, especially in a young relationship, and I would really be proud of you for sharing your feelings." 

You paused for a moment, then looked up at him to admit the next part. "I might even find it a little cute, if we're both being honest here." 

He looked down at you, still walking down the corridor alongside you. "You would?"

"I would." 

"Well, it's too bad that I'm not jealous." He added with a sly smirk. 

He knows what he's doing. Annoying, adorable, stubborn arsehole.  

"You know, I bet Jamie gets jealous sometimes." You told him, trying to break Remus into admitting it finally. "I'll go hang out with him for the evening, and I'll ask him." 

Obviously teasing him now, you let go of his hand and started to walk in the direction James went in a minute ago. You only made it about a step and a half before he took hold of your wrist, gently stopping you. 

"Or," Remus started, his mood clearly changed from before. "I could admit that I might have been jealous for a minute, then I could give you a piggyback ride to Gryffindor tower, and we could hang out, just us, in my dorm."

"I'd like that very much, Remmy." 

"Then, hop on, love." He bent down so you could climb onto his back, then stood up to his full height once you were settled. 

"See? You're even taller than James, so the view from up here is much better. I love it."

You could tell even that simple bit of flattery had brightened his mood even more, though he was trying not to let it show. "So, are you ready to go now?"

You leaned your head down slightly so you could give him a sweet peck on the cheek. "To your dorm, Remmy!”

When i say i want sub!remus content this is what i mean ^^^

NO CUZ WAIT

☕️ you walking in to roommate!sub!remus touching himself moaning your name…

THIS SHOT HAS ME FOAMING AT THE MOUF

STOPPPPPP YOURE SO SMART I LOVE UR MIND 😭 ALSO YES SUB!REMUS 😫😫 I NEVER SEE SUB REMUS SO I WOULD LOVE TO FULFILL ALL THE SUB REMUS THINGS PPL WANT

remus knew it was wrong to be touching himself with the thought of you in his mind, but he’d done that plenty of times but this time was different. it wasn’t only to the thought of you, it was the thought of you and the guy you were fucking last night.

remus wished he could’ve been the person underneath you, he’d blow out multiple birthday candles spending his wish on that thought alone. it was the only thing that could get him off, “you’re such a good boy remus, my good boy” “look at you being a desperate whore for me”

you were supposed to be out with marlene and dorcas, having a girls night at a club but you canceled plans while you were on your way there, not really feeling like getting drunk and sweaty when you could be home and possibly drink with remus.

you called his phone to just let him know you were coming back to the apartment but he didn’t answer, you didn’t worry though knowing you’d be home in about ten minutes to see if he was just busy or didn’t wanna answer your call. you would’ve texted but remus had a habit of ignoring texts, only really ever texting when it was important or his group chat with his friends and you sometimes.

you unlocked the front door, it was strangely quiet until you heard things you couldn’t identify. you sat your bag down furrowing your brows as the noises got louder. you walked closer to where the noises were coming from and stopped in front of remus’ door now hearing your name.

pushing the door open slightly, remus now visible and stroking his cock. “please y/n” he moaned, eyes shut and his cock leaking precum, you smirked pressing your thighs together. “fuck y/n gonna cum” remus whimpered bucking into his hand.

“no cumming yet lupin” you said, remus’ eyes snapped open and instantly let go of his cock, “well i didn’t say stop now did i?” you teased and gestured to his cock and his hands flew to cover himself. “m’sorry y/n- so so sorry” remus said frantically tears coming to his eyes from embarrassment.

you frowned, “uncover yourself, i’ve already seen it. but no need to apologize love” you said coming closer to him and sitting on his bed, raising your brows after a minute to show him you were waiting for him to move his hands. remus chewed on his lip nervously as he moved his hands.

“such a pretty cock remus, may i?” you asked and stared at you for a moment trying to see if you were fucking with him, then nodded.

you smiled, your hand now around remus’ cock and your thumb moving on his tip. “did y’hear me making that guy moan like a bitch for me?” you asked without looking up from his cock, “yes” he said but it came out whiny. “want me to do that to you pretty boy?” you asked already knowing the answer but this time you looked up. “yes please. wanna be your bitch” remus moaned.

please more shy!reader with rockstar remus i’m foaming at the mouth

big scary rockstar gone soft tells u off for neglecting yourself ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1k words

Being a roadie is interesting.

Though roadie can feel generous – you're not a tech, you don't move things, but you're basically the unofficial errand girl. You learn to navigate cities you've never been to before and to mend things in a pinch. You always know where everything is, all the time. If a techie can't find something, they come to you. 

You don't learn to talk to people. A year on the road and everybody knows now to just tell you what they need without any small talk. Everybody except Remus. 

"Dove," he says as soon as he sees you, an empty room between you, "how are you? You look tired." 

You set the guitar strap in your hand onto the desk. The room is a riot of equipment, coats, rucksacks and drinks and food and ashtrays, and you suppose you fit in well – you're a mess, simply put. Wearing the shirt you'd slept in and jeans with a bleach stain up the side, your hair rumpled and pulled back from your face. Of course he'd come to find you now. 

"I'm okay," you say. 

Remus weaves through mess to sit on the table opposite you, legs so long they don't leave the ground. "Good. Are you sleeping okay?" 

You shake your head and hold up Sirius guitar strap. "It's… finicky."

Remus narrows his eyes. "I told him to throw it away." 

You nod with a needle held between your lips for a second while you snip a new thread. "He says it's lucky," you murmur, taking the needle back into your hand. 

"It's disgusting. You don't have to do that."

"Show's in an hour." 

"I know. You look like you haven't slept since the last one." 

You haven't. You don't feel very happy that he's noticed it, though, and you frown. 

"Is there something you wanted, Remus?" you ask with as little emotion as possible. Silly to be upset. Sillier to show it. 

"To see you." 

You stab yourself in the hand with your needle and gasp. "Shit." 

Remus jumps down from the table and is quick at your side. A fat bead of blood wells and trickles down your finger, further soiling the guitar strap in your lap. 

Your eyes go wide at getting blood on Sirius' things and Remus takes it for something else. 

"Hey, it's okay. Let me see," Remus says softly. 

It's nothing. A pinprick. Remus takes your hand in his, his palms and fingers calloused from years of playing bass. Still, his touch is achingly gentle. 

"It's nothing," you say sheepishly. 

He hums like he doesn't agree but lets your hand go, sitting on the arm of your big padded chair. He's taller than you to begin with and this new height adds to how intimidating he can be. 

Then, like sun peeking through low clouds, the suggestion of a smile. A reluctant one, for sure.

"You have to take care of yourself," he says, a short fall from stern. 

"I do." 

"No, listen. I'm not kidding around. You need to sleep. You need to rest."

You swallow around a lump in your throat and shrug. "This is my job. I'm on shift right now, so if someone wants me to-" 

"Sure, but what about this morning? I know you don't start until two. If you can honestly tell me you were having time to yourself before two, then I'll leave you alone." 

You can't honestly tell him that. 

Remus works the guitar strap out of your hand and moves it to the end of the desk where you can't reach, looking down at you all homespun and handsome, eyes edged in the tiniest hints of dark stage makeup, his hair tousled and perfect. There's a bemused edge to his telling off that you don't miss. 

"Sleep deprivation will make you sick. And then who am I gonna have to talk to before the shows? James?" 

"Mean," you say. 

"He can handle it." 

Remus takes your wrist into his hand and ducks down so you're forced to look at his face. His smell drifts towards you, woodsmoke and something fresh, something a little odd, like parsley, coriander. You take a very deep breath. 

"I need you to be good," he says. 

Your eyes go wide. 

"Are you good?" he asks. 

You realise he isn't saying good as in well-behaved, but good as in healthy. The heat is already there, your cheeks flushed, embarrassed to have assumed the wrong meaning. Your pulse jackhammers under your skin. 

"I'm fine," you whisper. 

He tilts his head, hair falling across his forehead. "We can do better than fine." 

When did we become a we? you ask yourself. 

He massages your wrist. You gaze up at his expression hoping it might reveal the right answer, what you're supposed to say; he's impassive and you're speechless. 

Remus doesn't need any words, apparently. He sidles closer on the chair and tugs your arm slowly over his thigh until your head is pressed to his ribcage. His thumb pushes against your palm, his fingers finally thread through yours. 

Maybe you don't need to say anything, either. You close your eyes and let yourself relax against his warm torso. A thousand sounds echo outside of the room – metal scratching and dragging and last minute sound checks. It all fades to white noise as Remus drops the side of his head against your crown. 

"Can't believe he had you fixing that thing. It's disgusting," he murmurs. 

"It's 'vintage,'" you quote. 

"Even if it were, it's a biohazard." 

You flex your fingers where they rest between his. "And I was just touching it. You're infected," you whisper teasingly, lethargy loosening your tongue. 

Remus laughs a startled laugh and squeezes your hand tighter. "I can deal with that." 

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲, 𝐢 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 

𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 ☾ 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

chapters inspired by lyrics from "willow" (taylor swift)

incomplete! current w/c: 27.2k

you and the marauders become animagi for remus, despite his protests. you'd follow him anywhere: through the tunnel under the whomping willow, during hospital wing overnights, and even within a burgeoning war. you ruined every one of remus' plans, but it saved his life. (slow burn, angst)

dedicated to the wonderful @emmaev

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･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.

➊ 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎

➋ 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎

➌ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠

➍ 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍

➎ 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

➏ 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜

➐ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎

➑ 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚜

➒ 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎

➓ 𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗

casual dominance with remus

warnings: very light d/s relationship (sfw), mentions of food, implication of social anxiety, reader wears makeup & is implied to be shorter than remus.

author’s note: is 700 words too long for a blurb?? idk the technicalities Help. n e ways enjoy <33

remus sighed, running one hand through his hair and tugging you back toward the dining hall with the other.

“baby, y’gotta eat breakfast,” he states, steering you toward the table.

“rem, we’re gonna be late meeting everyone,” you argue, attempting to stand back up when he gently pushes you into the seat. his hands are strong on your shoulders, easily keeping you in your spot. “‘m’not that hungry, anyway.”

“i don’t care,” he answers, and his voice is stern. remus shovels some pancakes and fruit onto your plate. when he meets your gaze, his brows are raised, challenging you to argue.

you know better—of course you do. you huff, picking up a strawberry and taking a dramatic bite out of it.

remus smirks as he begins to cut up the pancake for you. “good girl.”

you’d planned to meet your friends at a thrift store that day, and in the end you’re only a few minutes late.

you’d immediately dragged remus to the jewelry section and picked out matching rings; his only fit his pinkie, but he swore he loved it.

as you’d made your way through the store, more and more people began pouring in. every so often, your gaze would flick up toward the small crowds of people.

as you sifted through a rack of wooly sweaters, remus squeezed your hand three times—something he’d come up with, a silent way of asking are you okay?

you look up, and, meeting his gaze, you smile. “‘m okay, rem. look, this would be cute on sirius, don’t ya think?”

the sun had held up through the afternoon, and, after you’d finished your shopping, the five of you decided to go out for ice cream.

“bunny—wait,” remus said as you approached the vendor. you stopped, and before you could question him, remus was crouching—placing your bags on the stone ground beside him—and retying your shoelaces.

beside you, james and sirius were laughing. “she’s got you wrapped around her little finger, mate,” teased james.

rolling your eyes, you threw james an unkind gesture, before glancing back down at remus. he was staring up at you, eyes bright with something like love. your lips curved up on their own accord, and your fingers were running through his hair, gently tousling it.

he reached up to grab your hand, bringing it to his lips before intertwining it with his own as he stood. “‘course she does.”

shopping never failed to tire you out, and by the time you’d finished the movie sirius had suggested you watch, you were mostly asleep. head resting atop remus’ lap, his hand carded through your hair and traced small shapes on your neck.

“you awake, m’love?” his voice, warm and rumbly, was distant to your ears. you heard yourself make a garbled noise in response, and pressed your face further into his jeans.

you heard him laugh, before your body was being repositioned and the couch fell from beneath you. blearily, your eyes blinked open, and you found yourself in remus’ arms.

as you passed them, sirius patted your head, and james opened the door for you.

“where are we going?” you mumbled into remus’ chest.

“just t’the bathroom,” he replied. “you need to take your makeup off.”

you groaned, head falling back as he carried you bridal style. “it’s fine, rem. m’too tired. can just take it off in the morning.”

“no, that’s bad for your skin.” he’s standing still now, and, upon opening your eyes again, you realize you’re in the bathroom. when you glare up at him, he only smiles. “c’mon, bun, y’gotta take it off.”

“fine,” you huff, but when you begin to climb out of his arms, he brings you toward the toilet instead. closing the lid, he sets you gently atop it.

when you send him a questioning glance, he elaborates. “i can take it off for you.” he spends only a few seconds searching for the small pile of things you keep in the boys’ dorm before finding your makeup remover.

remus crouches before you, lifting your chin with his forefinger and thumb before beginning to gently wipe at your skin. as he glides across the tops of your cheeks, your eyes begin to fall shut once more.

“i love you, rem,” you murmur, voice breathy with drowsiness. “so much.”

you don’t need to open your eyes to know he’s smiling. “love you too, angel,” he says, before pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

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remus and reader get into a fight and then he gets super clingy afterwards and it’s just fluffy <33🙏🙏🙏

omg this is perfect!!

I kinda get “Mine (Taylor’s Version)” vibes because the album just came out. thank you for requesting this

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐑.𝐋

summary: you and Remus get into a fight about his lycanthropy.

warnings: angst to fluff, insecure remus. use of y/n and not proof read, because I’m lazy lol.

pairings: remus lupin x reader

“This is not up for discussion,” Remus said, curtly.

You huffed, looking at him like he was crazy. The situation you were in was tough, but all you wanted to do was make sure he was okay. You had suggested that you help Remus with his full moons. Remus argued it was too dangerous for you and that he wanted to keep you safe. The lycanthrope though he was a monster and would hurt you if given the chance.

And Remus would not let the wolf get the chance.

“Why? Not? I want to be around. I want to help you,” you said. You knew it was stubborn — deep down. You weren’t an animagus like James, Sirius, and Peter. But you were training with Madame Pomphrey to become a nurse.

“You can’t be around at night. I could hurt you. I’m a monster!” He argued, just as stubborn as you.

“Remus, you are not a monster! What if you get badly hurt and I’m not there to help you in time?” You argued, tears coming to your eyes.

“It’s not your job to be there. You don’t need to be there! Maybe I don’t want you there, have you ever thought about that?!” Remus snapped.

Thunder crashed outside in the storm, as lighting stuck in the distance. A tear fell from your right eye and you quickly wiped it away. You needed to get out of your dorm. You needed to be away from him.

“You know, pushing me away is what is actually hurting me. What you just said, hurt me,” you replied, wiping away tears. You then stormed out of your dorm room and out of the Gryffindor common room.

And I remember that night 2:30 am, as everything was slipping right out of our hands.

I ran out crying, and you followed me out into the street.

Remus followed you immediately after you left. You ran out into the court yard and rain was pouring down upon you. You caught your breath, thinking this was the end. You felt that that Remus was going to push you away so much that you would lose him.

Braced myself for the goodbye, ‘cause it’s all I’ve ever know.

“Y/n wait!” Remus shouted. He caught up with you and you both were getting soaked from the rain.

You turned to him and looked into his eyes sadly. He continued to speak. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push you away. I love you and I know you want to make sure I’m okay. But you’re safety is important to me,” Remus confessed.

And you took me by surprise. You said “I’ll never leave you alone”

“You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine,” Remus said, pulling you into his arms.

“I love you Remus. I don’t want you to feel insecure around me or feel like you don’t deserve love. You are not a monster and I will always be around to help you. In whatever way makes you the most comfortable,” you replied, catching his lips in a kiss.

Remus returned the kiss, passionately. The rain making the moment ever more romantic. There were undeniable sparks flying between the two of you.

He knew he never wanted to let you go again. Remus would never push you away after that night. He clung onto you as much as he could.

Once you were both dried off and snuggled in your bed, Remus had his arms protectively around your waist. Your head was snuggled into his chest.

“I never want to let you go,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head and resting his chin on your forehead.

“Then don’t, because I’m never letting you go,” you replied, smelling his warm cotton knitted sweater. He smelled of chocolate and cigarettes. It was comforting and warm. The two of you eventually fell asleep in each others arms, waking up the next day in the same cuddled position.

A/n- I loved writing this!!!! Remus is the loml. Please send me more requests, I enjoy receiving them <3

Do I make you nervous?

Remus Lupin x fem!Reader

I was over at my boyfriend, Remus' house, in hopes of spending some time with him since he's been busy with school work. But it's been a couple of hours and he still hasn't given me any attention. "Remmy," I said, trying to get him to look up from what he was reading.

"Remus." I said again, after he ignored me the first time.

"Yes, love?" He asked, spinning around in his chair.

"Hi," I said, now realizing I had no idea what to say.

"Is that all?" he questioned, a confused expression painted on his face.

"Can you pay attention to me. Pretty please?" I implored him, giving him my best puppy dog look.

"Come here darling," he said, stretching his arms out for me.

I got up from his bed, walking over towards him, taking a seat on his lap as his arms wrapped around me. He spun back around, resting his chin on my shoulder so he could continue to read his paper. "Remmy." I whined, crossing my arms.

"I'm sorry love, but I have to finish this, then I'm all yours, I promise."

I let out a sigh, before getting off his lap and walking over to his bookshelf, grabbing the first book I saw and going back to his bed.

An hour has passed, and my body was sprawled out across his bed, the duvet was soft against my skin as I struggled to stay focused on the book. Since my eyes kept adverting back to Remus, who was still sitting at his desk working on a English paper. I let the book fall shut with a frustrated sigh, before tossing it aside and crawling under the duvet, deciding to just go to sleep since I was tired of waiting for him.

A little while later, I woke up to the sound of thunder, groaning in annoyance as I rubbed my face, trying to get my eyes to focus, before looking at the wrist watch, wondering how long I had been sleeping for. I let out a sigh at the fact that it had only been an hour. I sat up, about to yell at Remus again, when I realized that his desk was empty. Growing anxious, I looked around the room once before slumping down into the pillows, pulling the duvet up to my chin.

I attempted to fall back asleep, since it was pretty obvious he wasn't going to give me any attention today. I was half asleep when my eyes shot open, startled by the weight of somebody on top of me. I looked up to be met eye to eye with Remus. He was hovering over me, his arms propping himself up so that he wouldn't completely crush me. "morning babe," he said, chuckling a little at my startled expression.

I looked away, not wanting to see his face since I wanted to be mad at him for ignoring me earlier. "Come on love, look at me," He whined, putting his fingers under my chin, and forcing me to look up at him.

"pretty please," he asked with a pout. When I shifted my eyes away from his, he began kissing my neck and collarbone, trying to get me to give him attention. I tried to hold back a moan as he began to suck and bite down on my neck. "Rem," I said, putting one hand on the back of his head, pushing him more into me.

After a while, he brought his head up from my neck, grabbing my chin once again, his eyes hungrily adverting from my lips to my eyes, as he bit down on his bottom lip. I swallowed on nothing, trying my absolute hardest not to look in his eyes.

He brought his mouth down to my ear, "Do I make you nervous?" He whispered, trying not to laugh. 

"Maybe," I breathed out, feeling my face heat up.

He smiled proudly as he rolled over to my side, getting under the covers as well. "Good," he said, pulling me into his chest, as he closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to cuddle and to go to sleep.

I love so god damn much

Remus Lupin x reader

summary: Remus couldn't lie to his girlfriend anymore so he told her the truth, what he didn't expect was her reaction.

fluff just fluff

reader uses she/her

warnings: Remus thinking he's not good enough, language.

a/n: First Remus fanfic?? First x reader fanfic? Heck yeah.

"Merlin moony! Just tell her already!" James groaned from his bed as he stared at Remus who was practicing his lines.

Yep. Remus is finally gonna tell his girlfriend for one year that he is a werewolf. Why? because he couldn't handle lying to her anymore.

"But what if she thinks I'm a monster? What if she breaks up with me?" Remus rambled. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"Moony, if she loves you then she wouldn't leave you just because you're a werewolf" Sirius shrugged, placing the cigar on his bedside table.

"But what if—" James threw a pillow on Remus, cutting him off.

"Just go!" Remus glared at James once more and left the dorm.

Once they heard the door close. James looked at Sirius.

"You think she already knows?" He asked.

Sirius snorted. " No, I know that she already knows"

They both laughed out loud and started continuing talking about quidditch.

Remus walked out of the common room to the black lake where he asked Y/n to meet him.

Once he saw a familiar Y/h/c girl sitting down on the big rock nearby the water, he ran up to her, heart beating fast.

Y/n turned around to see Remus catching his breath, his hand over his heart, calming down himself.

"H-hey Y/n" Remus greeted with a peck on a cheek.

"Hello Rem, what's up?" Y/n asked, patting down the rock, gesturing for him to sit.

Here it goes. "Y/n I have to tell you something"

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. "Okay? What is it?"

When he didn't reply and just stared at her, she gasped.

"Are you breaking up with me? Have I been too clingy? Or was it the cookies I gave you? Did it taste bad?"

"No— wait what cookies?" Remus stammered.

"The cookies I gave to Sirius and James to give it to you" Y/n replied. Remus rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath.

"Damn those bastards"

Y/n's eyes widen. "They ate it, didn't they?

Remus nodded slowly. Y/n let out a groan.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted them with your cookies!" Y/n grumbled.

Hating seeing his girlfriend upset, Remus spoke. "Maybe you can make me some later? yeah? In the kitchen?"

"Okay!" Y/n smiled happily.

"Now, I-I have to tell you something?" Remus said, getting back to the topic that made his heartbeat so fast.

Y/n mentioned him to go on.

"I'm a werewolf" He whispered. Y/n looked at him blankly before widening her eyes.

"Ohh oh my god, you are? That's horrible!" She exclaimed. Remus looked at her carefully and sent her a unimpressed look.

"You knew, didn't you?" He scoffed.

"Yeah, for a month now" She replied, smiling sheepishly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked softly.

Y/n sighed. "Well I thought that you weren't comfortable yet to tell me so I kept my mouth shut"

"You're not scared?" Remus asked, hesitantly.

"No of course not! If anything, I think it's cool" She assured him.

"You're still my Remus, even when you turn into a werewolf every full moon" She cupped his cheeks and caressed him softly.

"I love you, so god damn much Y/n Y/L/N" Remus kissed her palm as he said that.

Y/n giggled. "And I love you so god damn much too, Remus Lupin."

Like a renaissance painting

{You admire Remus whilst he paints}

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You study the slight curve of Remus’ back as he sits in front of the small canvas, he’s shirtless because apparently he ‘works better than way’ although you’re certainly not complaining at the beautiful sight, the way small little beauty marks litter across his skin like constellations or how he has this one specific scar that stretches up the expanse of his spine that you love to trace with nimble fingers.

You watch his muscles move as he stretches, sitting up and rolling his shoulders, before reaching over to a small cup of discolored water swishing his paintbrush around then gently dipping it back into the blue paint, and he methodically moves the paintbrush across the canvas, you can’t see what he’s painting from where your laying on his bed but you just know it’s a masterpiece.

A sudden gust of wind pushes itself through the window and into his room, his thin curtains waving with the movement, “Are you getting cold dove?” He asks turning around to admire you, and you shake your head with a small ‘no’ as he gently smiles at you.

“If you get cold let me know I’ll close the window, there’s also a jumper over there, okay?” He says nodding over to where a clean pile of clothes sits neatly on his wooden dresser.

“Yeah”

He goes back to whatever he’s painting, the sun is setting, and an orangey light casts through his room, dusting against his skin, it’s a warm glow that makes him seem ethereal. Not even a full minute passes and he’s already stretching again shoulders moving in circles, you can tell he’s getting restless.

He sighs, “Alright, that’s me done,” he says standing up, he takes a seat next to where you’re laying, looking down at you with the softest eyes, and his hand gently cups your warm cheek, “How’s your head dove?” He asks, thumb smoothing over the skin.

“Better than yesterday, think your ‘magic tea’ helped” you hum as he nods with relief, he hates seeing you in pain.

“That’s good” he smiles, your hand reaching up to thread your fingers through his unkempt hair, admiring his face, and he goes all bashful under your loving gaze, “I love you” he whispers, leaning down to where your laying pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“I love you too” you smile, your chest blooming with devotion as your thumb grazes against the scar that adorns his cheek, “You’ve got paint on your face” you giggle noticing the smudge of blue that smears across his chin.

He doesn’t say anything, he’s just studying you with his lovesick eyes, so full of such care and adoration that it makes you feel giddy, butterflies flutter around in your belly as you watch his eyes flicker down to your lips.

And before you can reply with some snarky comment he’s peppering kisses all over your face, trailing off to your jaw and then shoulders, and you burst out in a fit of giggles at the sudden ticklish sensation.

“You’re so pretty, so gorgeous— just like a renaissance painting” he chuckles as you let out a groan, pushing at his shoulders as you try and break free of his hold, “M’telling the truth, you’re so lovely” he whispers, lips grazing against your jaw as he nibbles at the sensitive skin.

“Yeah yeah alright, the paint fumes are getting to your head” you chuckle and he rolls his eyes playfully laying his body weight down on you with a huff, and you cave in relishing in his warmth as your fingers tail against the scar that stretches up his spine.

“Such a sap” you sigh, looking over at the painting that he was working on, it’s not finished yet but you already know what it is, it’s you, captured by surprise in a candid Polaroid he’d taken a couple of days ago.

Remus looks up at you through his eyelashes from where his head is laying against your chest, “Do you like it?” He asks watching as you study his unfinished artwork, and he sees the joy that gleams through your eyes.

“Yes, you’ve made me look much more pret—“ he cuts you off as his hand clasps over your mouth.

“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you dove” he whispers removing his hand before pressing a loving kiss and you relish in the warmth of his lips against yours, completely heavenly.

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☾⋆AN/ hope you enjoyed my lovelies! <3

Burnt toast

{Remus finds you eating a midnight snack}

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You’ve never laughed so hard in your life, the look on Remus’ face as he watches you use the same knife for the butter and jam for your very much burnt toast, the look he gives you as if you had just committed a crime right in front of him.

“Please tell me you haven’t been doing that the whole time we’ve been together” He deadpans as you laugh so hard tears blur your sight, he shakes his head softly taking the jam jar from your hands and examining the toast crumbs and butter that contaminate the sweet spread.

“You should be locked away for this” It's the seriousness in his voice that makes you laugh harder, you watch through joyful tears as he takes a teaspoon out of the cutlery drawer and starts to pick out the crumbs and butter pieces from the jar.

“You’re being ridiculous Remus,” You say through a fit of giggles watching as he picks the butter up and puts them back in the fridge, “What do you expect me to do?—- use the same knife?” You giggle as he turns back in shock as if you just asked him the most stupidest question ever.

“Yes I do, it’s cross-contamination” He can’t help but chuckle a little when you wipe the tears from your eyes still laughing, “Alright breathe lovely” he chuckles walking over to you.

“What you even doing up this time of night?” He asks looking over at the clock that read five am in bold red writing.

“Was hungry” you say regaining your composture before taking a bite from the toast, Remus’ arms wrap around your body as he stands behind you, and he presses gentle kisses against your shoulder.

“Well hurry up, it’s fucking freezing out here” he whispers resting his head on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, while you continue to eat your toast. He leans closer to you trying to steal your body warmth as the cold tiles of the kitchen sends a shiver up his spine.

“Wanna bite?” You ask, bringing the toast to his lips and he’s quick to move his head.

He looks at the brunt toast in disgust, shaking his head, “No I don’t” he chuckles, “How have you managed to burn it so bad?” he asks, face cringing a little as he watches you take another bite.

“It tastes fine,” you say, and he’s not quite sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“Yeah, I’ll take your word for that dove” He smiles, his head resting against your shoulder, the ends of his hair tickling your skin as he presses kisses against your jaw and his hands dip underneath your jumper settling against the warmth of your belly.

“Come on let’s go back to bed,” you say as he nods against you, following you back to the bedroom, and he’s quick to search for your warmth again underneath the covers, holding you close to him as you both drift off back to sleep.

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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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-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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-Remus Lupin x reader

{You and Remus go camping and make some s’mores}

It’s all fluff!! very soft!Remus because I love him, enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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It’s much chillier now the sun has set, its orangey warm light casting over the horizon. It is beautiful, and you can’t help but admire how the soft pinky colour bleeds through the clouds. It takes your breath away.

So much so that you don’t hear Remus asking you where the matches are as he pokes the dying campfire with a stick, “-Angel? The matchsticks?” He nudges your knee with his elbow, smiling at the amazement that gleams within your eyes, he wishes he had his Polaroid camera near him.

“Huh? Oh, sorry here- I was worlds away” You feel the embarrassment creep up into your chest as you hand him the box of matchsticks.

“S’alright love” you watch as he relights the fire before joining you back on the blanket you had set on the grass, he shuffles closer to you with a slight shiver, his cold hands slipping under your jumper.

You gasp, sitting upright as you grab ahold of his wrists prying his freezing hands away from your warm skin, “Remus! You just lit the fire quit using me” You try to sound as serious as possible, but it’s hard when he starts laughing. His eyes are so full of love that it makes you feel all types of giddy.

He stops trying to cypher your body heat as you clasp your hands around his, “Let me warm them up” you whisper before peppering gentle kisses along his knuckles, noticing the ever-so-tiny scar that runs along his finger. He had accidentally sliced it one drunken night when he was craving box-brownies, and he couldn’t open the box, you remember wrapping his finger in a bandage.

His chest flutters and his stomach twists with sickly love as he watches you kiss his hands before holding them between your own, caressing them. “God, you’re so lovely” he whispers, wrapping his arms around you as he tugs you closer, pressing his face into your neck.

Remus breathes you in, pressing delicate kisses along your neck, his warm lips trailing up to your jaw. “So- so lovely” he whispers against you, smiling when your breath hitches ever so softly as his lips continue to travel along your skin.

“You’re silly” you whisper, raking your fingers through his hair. He shakes his head, bringing your hand to press a kiss against your palm as he mumbles “M’not I’m being serious” against you.

He shuffles to sit behind you, his legs on either side of you as you rummage through your backpack, “Do you want dessert?” You ask as he rests his chin on your shoulder, humming in approval when you pull out the marshmallows and chocolate biscuits.

Remus watches as you skewer the marshmallows before holding them over the fire, turning them every so often. The sky was now littered with stars, and with it came a slight chill in the air. If it weren’t for Remus sitting behind you with his arms wrapped around your middle, it would be a lot more colder.

“You’re so pretty” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder then another to your jaw, his hands slipping under your jumper once again to settle against your tummy.

You smile, softly shaking your head, “Stop distracting the cook” you tease as you sandwich one of the toasted marshmallows between two chocolate-covered biscuits, handing it to Remus, whose chin is still resting against your shoulder. You can’t help but chuckle as he takes the whole thing into his mouth.

“Oh my god, Remus” you giggle, as he licks his lips, nodding his head in approval, his eyes wide with delight.

He watches as you eat the sweet treat, smiling to himself softly as he notices the chocolate that collects in the corner of your mouth.

“Oh baby, you’ve got a little something” he whispers gently cupping your jaw, the tips of his fingers are surprisingly cool against your warm cheek. He turns your face to look at him.

Remus takes a moment to admire you. His eyes are so gentle as they study your face, and you can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. The feeling soon dissipates as he presses his lips against yours. The taste of coffee and the sweetness of the chocolate only makes you want to deepen the kiss.

The position isn’t the most comfortable. It makes you pull away from him, shuffling to sit in front of him instead. “C’mere” he whispers, pulling you into him, kissing you once more, his hands on either side of your face.

He kisses you with so much love that it makes go dizzy. It’s in the way he holds your face and the way he sighs against your lips before kissing, again and again, until you are left breathless, resting your forehead against his.

It’s so quiet, the only thing you can hear is the distant sounds of nature and Remus’ soft breaths, and you swear if you focus enough you can hear his heartbeat.

He leans back against the tree making room for you to sit between his legs, and you do so without hesitation. Resting your head against his chest as he talks endlessly about stars and their constellations, you find yourself wishing you could spend eternity in this very moment.

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-Cowboy!Remus Lupin x Reader

{You’re the preachers daughter but God be damned he just can’t keep away even if it’s to see you for just a small moment.}

Cowboy Remus, you have saved lives. Enjoy lovelies 💕

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The sunset casts over the horizon, painting the clouds in the prettiest colours, a pinky-orangey mixture swirling throughout the sky. It makes for a beautiful sight as Remus makes his way through the plains on his brown Spanish Mustang, a loyal horse that’s been with him through thick and thin.

He knows where he’ll end up, back at your father’s small ranch house despite the tiny part of his mind that screams at him to turn around. Your father would shoot him, he reckons, he might be a man of faith but you’re his little girl.

With a soft groan, he runs his hand through his horse's mane as he trots across the trodden grass. He continues on the path to your ranch, excitement bubbling up inside him as your house comes into his line of sight.

Remus knows that you’ll be alone, this isn’t the first time he’s been here, sneaking around like some damn outlaw. He knows your father is off in town doing his daily sermons that last for hours. He can’t help but smirk at the idea of getting a moment alone with you… his sweetheart. Even if it’s fleeting.

He’s tying his horse to the hitching post just by the white fencing of your house when you come rushing over to him with a joyous expression. That sweet smile of yours is enough to make anyone fall to their knees. Remus nods to you, taking off his hat as he holds it to his chest.

“Thought you’d forgotten about me.” You say, giggling softly. You lean over the fencing as he walks over to you, hooking his hat on the white wood.

He shakes his head, and his calloused palm grazes your cheek as he brushes your hair behind your ear. “How could I forget ‘bout you?” He asks with a grin, admiring the soft cotton dress you’re wearing and the way the fabric ripples through the wind.

It was true, there wasn’t a world where Remus could ever forget about you, your soft skin and pretty eyes are practically engraved into his mind and heart. That’s why he’s here, standing in front of you despite his better judgment and the fact he knows that your father, deep down, would never approve of him dating you.

The smell of the outdoors and firewood lingers on his sun-kissed skin. You’re hit with it as he leans down slightly to press a soft kiss against your cheek.

“Have you eaten yet?… and I mean a good meal.” Your question makes his heart swell with love and he can’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah, I’ve eaten sweetheart.” He promises, pressing his thumb against your chin, he tilts your head upwards to look at him as he steps closer to you with his other hand resting against your hip.

You nod, wrapping your arms around his waist before slipping your hands into his back pockets. A habit you’ve picked up on from him. He smirks down at you.

“Are you coming in?” God, the way his mind spins with that question and how badly he wants to say ‘yes’ and stay with you.

“Can’t stay for long, baby. James and Sirius are expecting me down at the Saloon.” He tells you, soothing his thumb along your jaw as you pout up at him with a look of disappointment in your eyes.

“Oh, come on now.” He chuckles, pressing a sweet kiss to your pouty lips. “Don’t give me that face, pretty thing. you know why I can’t stay.”

Remus presses another kiss to your lips as your expression softens. “He’s gonna find out one day.” You’ve got a point, one day Remus will have to bite the bullet and fish out a neat suit to meet your strict father.

“Hmm… not if I steal ya away first.” He teases, enjoying the way you roll your eyes slightly with a huff. He tugs you closer to him by your hips. “Promise, one day I’ll let ya introduce me to him.” He says, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he takes in the scent of your flowery perfume.

You decide to trust him, after all, he’s never once lied to you before. Remus just isn’t the type, he’s a man that values trust and he’d never take yours for granted.

“Why’d you come all the way out here then?” Your question makes him lift his head up from your shoulder, his eyebrow-raising with a playful look.

“Just wanted to see your pretty face.” He states simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world. “I don’t need an excuse to come and see ya do I?”

You shake your head, looking up at him. “No… I’m glad you came, I’ve missed you.” There it goes again, your words make his chest bloom with a warmth that leaves a sickly sweet taste in his mouth.

“Missed you too baby.” He whispers, his fingers fiddling with the dainty golden cross that sits against your collarbones. He knows your father will be back soon, he should get going but at the same time, he can’t seem to pull himself away.

Remus takes your hands in his own, glancing over to his horse before looking back down to you. “You wanna go riding with me tomorrow?” He asks, hope gleaming in his honeyed eyes.

The excitement in your expression is truly a sight he’ll never get bored of. “Of course, I’ll wait for you after breakfast.” You tell him and he hums in agreement, picking his hat up and fixing it on his head.

“Better get some sleep then, I’ll be here early.” He smiles, caressing your warm cheek with his thumb. He tilts his hat up slightly so he can lean down and press a loving kiss to your lips that tapers off into small pecks.

“I will love you, cowpoke.” You whisper against his lips, shying away from him ever so slightly as he trails his lips along your jaw to your cheek, he grins against your soft skin.

“Love you too.” He whispers, fixing his hat once more.

He kisses your forehead before walking over to his horse, unhitching him from the post before saddling up. With a wave he clicks his tongue and his horse is off, carrying him away from the ranch, leaving only a promise of returning tomorrow.

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-Art by @/sophithil on twt

hellooooo🥰 first time requester here!!! (let me know if i am not doing anything right for future reference!! :) ) i loved your cowboy! remus lupin x preachers daughter! reader. was curious if you could do a continuation??? maybe seeing her at the saloon or in a public place??? just a thought! thank u so much:))

-Cowboy!Remus Lupin x reader

{Seeing the preacher’s daughter in the saloon was the last thing Remus expected, although he won’t be complaining.}

This is perfect, thank you so much for requesting. Enjoy lovelies💕

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The oil lamps cast a low moody light through the saloon, the glasses clinking and the patrons sharing a laugh or two whilst they play poker. It’s relatively quiet for a Friday, with most ranch owners taking advantage of the extra light the summer brings.

Remus is sitting at one of the tables with his hat pulled down low. One of the men opposite hands out some cards as Remus pushes a couple of coins and a handgun onto the table, his offer makes the rest of the men at the table share a couple of smirks.

Then the Saloon doors swing open, at first he doesn’t think anything of it just figuring that the general store owner from across the street had closed early. Then he hears Lily Evans’ voice followed by your giggle and he damn near falls off his chair in shock.

The rest of the men in the Saloon also share confused looks, they all know your father. The proud man who gives daily sermons, dedicating himself to spreading the word of God. What's his daughter doing stumbling in here?

Remus tips his hat up, looking under the edge of it and over in your direction. He smirks proudly, not quite believing that you dared to venture out because he knows for a fact your father was more of the overprotective type, and with that comes his strictness.

He keeps a watchful eye on you, shooting death glares at anyone who gets a little too close to comfort as you take your seat at the bar. Of course, you’re in a world of your own, completely oblivious to the cowboy who sits at the back table.

Remus can hardly pay attention to the game of poker that he’s stuck in. He’s far too distracted by the way you’re perched up on that stool and how the dress you’re wearing hugs at your body. You’re absolutely angelic, the warm light that dusts against your skin, and that sweet giggle of yours only proves this to him.

He wins by pure luck with a royal flush. Claiming the winnings that were piled up on the table with a cocky tone as he gives them a, “Thank you, gentlemen,” before walking over to where you’re sitting at the bar.

A hand against your lower back makes you jump, taking you out of your conversation with Lily as you let out a gasp. “Easy there Darlin’ s’just me.” Remus drawls, leaning against the wooden bar, his elbow propping up against the surface.

You look over to him with bright eyes, sparkling with excitement as you watch him order a whiskey. “What’re you doing here?” You ask him with a certain air of giddiness in your tone.

Remus knocks back his dark liquid with a low groan, placing his hat down on the bar before looking down at you, his eyebrows raised slightly in amusement.

“Could ask you the same gorgeous.” He smirks, the back of his fingers brushing against your warm cheek as he admires your pretty face.

You idly trail your fingertips along the rim of your whiskey glass with a shy smile, glancing down at your hands as he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Just stopping in for a drink with Lily-” You cut yourself off as you glance behind you, noticing that she had disappeared off to speak to Mary.

Remus hums softly, caressing your jaw with his thumb as he tilts your head back over to look up at him once again. “Does your Pa know?” He asks with a sly smirk when you shake your head ‘no’

With that he tuts teasingly, the roughness of his palm against your soft cheek sends a shiver down your spine and you can’t help but shy away from him ever so slightly.

“Darlin’ you tryin’ to give your old man a heart attack?” He chuckles lowly, his hand falling to rest against your hip.

He watches as you pout, the way your eyebrows furrow together. A huff escapes your lips and he bites his tongue, keeping his teasing words to himself with a smirk that teeters against his lips.

“I don’t need his permission to go out for a drink.” You tell him, taking a sip of your whiskey with a slight grimace on your face. That gets him, watching the disgust twist through your expression, he can’t stop himself from chuckling into his palm.

Remus leans down slightly, pressing a kiss against your forehead. He lets his lips linger for just a moment before pulling back as the bartender pushes another glass over to him.

“Nah you don’t, just gotta be careful baby.” He says, his expression softening slightly. He puts his hat down upon your head, tilting your chin upwards to look at him.

He quickly knocks back his second glass, his eyes meeting yours as his thumb rests against your chin. “My girl…” he whispers under his breath, his hand falling to gently fiddle with your cross necklace.

“I’m careful, always am.” You tell him, fixing his hat to sit comfortably on your head as he pays for yours and his drinks before you can even start to complain.

He nods in acknowledgement, but he also knows that won’t stop your father from marching his way into town to get you, he’d save you from that embarrassment.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get ya home.” He says, relief washing over him you give him a soft nod. Thankful that you’re not going to fight him on it, you understand how difficult your father can be at times.

The sun had completely gone down, making space for the moon and stars. Remus guides you out of the smokey Saloon with a hand against the small of your back, helping you up to saddle his horse.

He takes you home as promised, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as you place his hat back onto his head. He doesn’t leave until he knows you’re in the safety of your home, an odd sense of longing swarming his stomach as he rides off.

One day he’d save up enough money to buy some land and get a house… first he has to get enough courage to ask for your father’s blessing.

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-Art by @/sophithil on twt

Remus Lupin Imagine

This was requested by someone on wattpad and i posted over on my wattpad account a while ago and totally forgot to post it here so here is it

Warnings: None this is just pure fluff and this is with a fem!reader and this is not proofread

It was a gloomy friday at hogwarts and it was time for potions class, y/n was on her way to class not looking foward to it at all, all she wanted to do was stay inside and cuddle remus in his dorm he brought a sense of comfort no one else could and he calmed you instantly.

Y/n was walking down the corridor when she gets pulled into a hall by remus she looked at him and he was smiling at her she smiled back "rem what are you doing? we're going to be late to class" "let's skip class" he said "what?!" she said suprised as remus never skipped class "let's skip class and go cuddle in my dorm" "rem we really shouldn't exams are coming up soon and i need to stu-" he grabs your hips and pulls you into him he embraces you and starts kissing your neck "i can help you study later but right now let's go back to the dorm please" he pauses waiting for you to answer. You are thinking about saying yes when he says "i'll even give you my hoodie and i'll get you chocolate and hot chocolate from the kitchen and i'll read to you" "Yes! Let's go" you drag him towards the dorm while he laughs lightly at your excitement he stops at the kitchen and get's your hot chocolate while your in his dorm setting up the blankets, he comes inside the dorm and grabs his hoodie which happens to be your favorite hoodie of his and he gets his chocolate while your not looking cause he still won't reveal where he hides all the chocolate then he hands you the hoodie to put on which you do then sets the chocolate and hot chocolate on the bedside table and he gets in the bed with you and y'all cuddle

*Time skip to after the class ends*

You and remus are napping on his bed when the door to the dorm bangs open jerking you both awake you two look around and see sirius, james and peter coming back from class "Dude you missed class! We figured you'd be together in here y'all have been all over each other for the last couple weeks" sirius said "i know their like a married couple" said james "oh shut up" you said to the both of them while rolling your eyes while remus and you just lay back down "don't worry tho we covered for you said y/n wasn't feeling good and you were taking care of her so the teacher wasn't too mad or upset for you missing" said peter "thank you peter and this is why you are my second favorite in the group" you said to him "HEY" sirius and james both yelled "we would have covered for you" sirius said "yeah peter just beat us to it" james said you just shrug and put your head back on remus's chest and stayed there until it was time for dinner but you were right back to cuddling when you got back to the dorm and you wouldn't change a thing 

Word count- 526

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Pairing: Remus Lupin x f!reader

Word Count: 16.7k

Content: Fluff & Angst

Summary: When you are revealed to be fancying someone, Sirius Black and friends take it upon themselves to figure out who it is. Will their highjinks ruin your chances? Or will you finally get the romantic attention of the one and only Remus Lupin?

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“Leave her be, Sirius. Can’t you see the girl’s uncomfortable?”

You couldn’t help the relieved smile that passed over your lips at the boy’s words. There he was again, taking care of you. You hated how he did it so easily.

“Oh Moony why you have to ruin all the fun?” Sirius cackled. He winked at you and continued despite the warning. “Just wanna know who in all of Hogwarts would have our friend all riled up.”

“I am not riled up!” You protested, earning heafty laughs from all across the room. Sharp glares shot out towards your friends. You’d expected a laugh from Sirius, even James, but seeing Lily, Marlene, and Dorcus join in felt like an afront. Even Remus had chuckled. You decided that Sirius needed to back down and you knew just how to do it. “You wouldn’t be able to handle me all riled up, Pup.”

That did it. The lean foreward, the small dip in pitch, a slight pause before the nickname - which included you unabashedly checking him out - and the tiniest smirk took the boy by surprise. The whole room, actually. It came to mind that your friends had never actually seen you be blantantly flirtatious. It was likely because you had no courage to be flirtatious with the one person you desperately wanted to flirt with. But Sirius Black? Easy.

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Smuggle-Born

Summary: James, Sirius, and Peter get worried when they notice their close friend sneaking off every couple days.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Marauders’ era, Remus Lupin x muggle-born!OC, blurb

James, Sirius, and Peter watched from under the Invisibility Cloak as Remus peered down a corridor, checking if it was empty before slipping into the furthest classroom on the left. Three pairs of shoes scuttled after him, all concerned for their friend. Inside, the classroom seemed empty, but Remus only stood near the window, peering out absent-mindedly. The hidden friends exchanged a confused look, but they were quickly interrupted by the door opening behind them. James, Sirius, and Peter barely made it out of the way before she walked into them. Lisa Whitlock sauntered in, a cigarette dangling lazily from her smirking lips. The three friends looked at each other in confused awe as Remus blushed. 

“I’ve got your shit, Lupin,” said Whitlock, casually dropping her leather satchel on the nearest desk and unlatching it. 

“Thanks, Lisa,” Remus mumbled, terribly shy in the girl’s presence. 

“We’ve got to do something,” whispered James desperately, and Sirius took initiative. Very dramatically, he threw the Cloak off of him, James, and Peter, looking incredulous.

“Moony!” he shouted, sounding aghast. “What are you doing?! There are better ways to deal with your mental issues than drugs! I can tell you from experience!”

Remus looked at his three idiot friends with wide eyes as Lisa glared at him.

“What the hell, Lupin? This was supposed to be secret!” she hissed, and James turned to her.

“What—you selling narcotics to my mate?” he snapped, and Lisa turned to him with a withering glare.

“If you ever took the time to get your head out of your ass, you’d know what he’s here for,” she spat.

“What is it then?” squeaked Peter, trying to appear ferocious. “Alcohol? Pills? Sex?!”

Lisa rolled her eyes as Remus cringed, his blush deepening. Without a word, she quickly retrieved a thin box and a floppy packet, which she shoved into Remus’s chest before walking away. “Here’s your shit. You get me caught again and I’m never selling to you again. Understand?”

Remus nodded hastily and watched as she left the room, his eyes shamefully falling to her swaying hips. The room was silent as James, Sirius, and Peter eyed the products in Remus’s hands in confusion.

“What kind of weed is that?” asked Sirius finally, and Remus rolled his eyes, smacking his friend over the head with the packet.

“They’re Muggle things, bonehead,” he snapped. “Pencils and graphing paper for Astronomy. She buys them from London and sells them here to help with classes.”

James, Peter, and Sirius all went wide-eyed. Remus shook his head with a sigh, tucking the things into his schoolbag as his friends murmured apologies. Of course, he didn’t care enough to hold a grudge, and the Marauders left the abandoned corridor behind. But after several minutes of silence on the topic, Sirius couldn’t take it.

“So she’s a … a smuggle-born?”

boggarts and puns

A/N: this is my first fic since i was like 12 so please be kind :)

plus size!reader x young professor!remus

characters are of age but this is pretty much just fluff. 

warnings: internalized fatphobia, pretty heavy insecurities (can you tell this is just me trying to make myself feel better about my body lmao)

you raise your trembling fist to knock on the defense against the dark arts door. you were not looking forward to this appointment. it was bound to be humiliating, but you would be damned if you didn’t get through this class. it had never been your favorite (you were more gifted in potions), but this year it was even more difficult. 

professor lupin was one of the most attractive people you’d ever met. it was impossible to focus with him teaching, his passion and inherent kindness lighting up his face. you told yourself, again and again, that it was just a crush, that schoolgirls developed little infatuations with their teachers all the time. but it made it exceedingly difficult to pay attention to his lectures when all you could hear was the increasing beat of your own heart as you gazed at his handsome, scarred face. 

and lately, you were less certain that it was “just a crush”. you no longer consciously thought about him constantly, but it felt like you were breathing him in and out. something you were always aware of, just a little bit, that you could focus on or disregard, but he would still always be there, dancing at the edge of your consciousness with a little smile and encouraging eyes. in his presence, you felt like you were home, despite your insecurities and doubts and fears. surely all of that was more than a crush, as much as it scared you to admit.

of course, he could never be interested in you. for one, you were his student, and whatever you felt for him, you felt quite certain that he would not be so dishonorable as to have feelings for someone he had such authority over. for another, well… you had always been insecure about your body, as you had never been skinny. you were all round and soft, professor lupin would certainly only want someone toned and beautiful. not that he was shallow, of course, but people couldn’t help who they were attracted to, and it was most certainly not you.

the door opened quite suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts. professor lupin’s face broke into a small smile upon seeing you, making your heart skip a beat or two. “hello, y/n. come on in.” 

you stepped into the classroom, glancing around. things were still set up from your class’ lesson earlier that week, the wardrobe containing the boggart shaking and rattling. you had known instantly what your worst fear would be, and you knew your classmates would inevitably mock you for it. you had pulled the professor aside while your peers were taking their turn combatting the creature, and asked if you could give it a try in private. he agreed, stating that he would need to be present in case something went awry. now, it feels as though you simply drew out the humiliation. somehow, facing this in private, in front of a man you had strong feelings for, seemed more embarrassing than doing it in front of your classmates. 

“before we get started, did you have any questions about the lesson?” there was openness and warmth in his voice, quelling any…scholarly fears you might have had.

“no, professor, i understand what to do,” you said, your voice shaking slightly from nerves about what you knew was about to happen. 

“alright, just as in class, i’m going to open this wardrobe, and the boggart will take its form. use the riddikulus charm while keeping in mind a form for the boggart to take that would make you laugh, and i will be right here to stop it if something goes wrong,” he reassured you.

“okay, professor. thank you.”

he flicked his wand at the wardrobe, and it creaked open. a figure appeared within it, quickly becoming obvious that it was professor lupin himself. however, there was an expression on his face you had never seen before. a smirk, that almost seemed mocking. you didn’t look at the real professor, fearing his reaction. 

you raised your wand, hoping to get this done with before the boggart could speak, but before you could utter the spell, the creature had opened its mouth and begun its taunts.

“you’re absolutely idiotic. did you really think i could have feelings for someone like you? you’re so stupid and naive. even if you weren’t just a little girl, do you really believe i could feel for you what you do for me? you’re fat and lazy, sometimes i laugh at the thought of us together. you’re just a child, the thought of being with you is enough to make me nauseous. if you were to ever-”

you clenched your eyes shut, screwing up your courage. you thought back to a conversation the two of you had had in class a couple weeks ago. 

“you’re all doing very well. it’s riddikulus how proud i am of you!”

“professor, did you just make a pun?”

“riddikulus!” 

the boggart snapped its mouth shut, its face shifting to one of pride and comfort. 

“that’s it, you’re doing well. just a little more practice and it’ll be riddikulus how fast boggarts will run from you.”

i let out a snort of laughter. “that’s such a bad pun.”

“you still laughed! i’ll have you know that puns are my favorite form of humor. you can use them in any scenario.”

“oh really?” i responded, laughter in my voice. “tell one about divination.”

“hmm…ah! i gave up fortune-telling. there’s no future in it.”

“ha! i like that one. i prefer potions, myself. they cause quite a stir.”

he barked out a laugh. “that was just bad.”

“if you don’t like my magic jokes, you can acci-go through that door.”

“careful, you don’t want to get ex-spelled.”

“oh, i’m sorry, you’re a lumos in my life.”

“did someone use the confusion charm on you? because it’s confunding how polite you’re being.”

you laughed out loud then, before the real professor lupin moved in front of you. you gulped. you had forgotten he was there. his misty orb appeared before him before he firmly said, “riddikulus!” and turned to you. your eyes were cast downward. “y/n-”

“uh, i think i should go, i have a lot of homework to do and i really don’t want to deal with this situation right now. i’ll see you in class, bye!”

“y/n.”

you stopped on your way to the door and turned slowly, your cheeks heated and your eyes were fixed on the floor. “professor, we don’t have to talk about this. you can let me go and we’ll both be awkward for a couple days and then we’ll get over it and move on.”

he stepped toward you. “what if i want to talk about it?”

you chanced a glance upwards. his gaze was worried, and kind, and…hopeful?

“look, i…lots of students have crushes on their teachers, right? it’ll go away.” you didn’t want it to go away, but you didn’t say that. 

“is…is that really how you think i see you?”

you shrugged. “i mean, you’re too nice to say it like that, but yeah, that’s how i think you feel.”

“no, i…i probably shouldn’t say this, but that’s not at all how i feel about you.”

“oh?” you glanced away as he stepped closer. you felt his hand on your cheek and felt your heart get impossibly faster as you met his gaze. 

“i look at you, and i see someone strong, and kind, and beautiful. i am consumed by you, i think about you all the time. even if i’m just grading papers in my office, i imagine you across from me, working on schoolwork or–or grading papers of your own, after you become a potions professor. and i curse the fact that my imaginings aren’t real, that i can’t reach across my desk and take your hand. i curse the fact that you are so much younger, and deserve so much better, than me. and right now, i curse the fact that this is as far as i can allow myself to go, that i can’t close this gap and kiss you until you believe that i love you.”

you let out a small breath, feeling his warmth so close to you. “i love you too,” you breathed. “it feels as though you are a part of me, like you are in the very air i breathe. you make me smile, and laugh, and believe in love. and everyday, i imagine myself in your arms, and i feel so much less broken. i would give anything for things to be different between us, but for now i live for the moments i spend with you.”

his face broke into a broad grin unlike that which you had seen before. he reached down and grabbed each of your hands before bringing them to his mouth softly. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, remus.”

“but…”

your heart slowed a little. “but i’m too young.”

“well, yes. although...you’re only a few years younger than me.”

“really? how’d you get to be a professor so young?”

“pure talent,” he replied with a cocky grin.

“so…i’m not too young...what’s the but?” you said, trying to keep us on topic.

“but i’m your professor. there’s a power imbalance here that i just can’t feel good about, and you mean too much for me to potentially hurt you with whatever power i have over you.”

“oh,” you breathed. “right.” you blinked, a realization coming to you. “you know…i only have a few weeks until i leave hogwarts. if you think about it, you won’t be my professor for much longer.”

he grinned again, his face lighting up like the lumos charm. “i can wait until then.”

“me too.”

you pulled him into a tight hug, pressing your lips into the line of his hair. you breathed in his scent, chocolate and old books, committing it to memory for the next four weeks. you tried to release him, but he clung onto you a little longer, seemingly unwilling to let go. your hands rested on his back, and you closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his arms around you. 

you finally released one another and stepped back. you held out your hand for a shake. “i’ll see you in class, professor. thank you for the instruction.”

he took your hand firmly and straightened up. “i’ll see you in class, y/n. stop by anytime.”

you turned and walked out the door, a giddy joy in your heart that you hadn’t expected when you knocked on that door earlier that afternoon. he loved you. you loved him. you would wait for him as long as it took.