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hi jade!!! i was wondering if i could request a bassist!remus x roadie!reader fic in which they spend time together on their day off from touring? maybe reader is totally surprised that he even asked her?
hi gorgeous!! modern au, fem 1k
cw vague adult theme, mdni
"There you are," Remus says, as though he's said it a hundred times before, and he'll say it a hundred times again. "I've been looking for you."
As a roadie (merchandising, mostly), there's no reason for Remus to know who you are, nor care, but he seems to like you anyhow. And there's nowhere for you to hang out in your downtime beside hotel lobby's or your literal assigned seat in the minivan, so here you are, in your pyjamas, laying on a random lobby couch with a book smushed to your chest.
"What?" you ask, wiping the sleep from your eyes.
"I've been looking for you. You weren't in your room."
"I share my room with three other girls, one who has sleep apnea." The muscles in your back sing like plucked strings as you sit up. "It's quieter here… You're looking for me?"
"Mm. Come on. We'll go get a late dinner."
"I'm in my pyjamas."
Remus gestures down at himself. "I thought you might be."
He's dressed down too. Every roadie has their thing —it's hard, learning so many names at once, and eventually people begin to typecast one another as their most defining feature. Yours, to your indifference, seems to have become your more comfortable clothing choices. You're not gross, everything's clean, but is everything acceptable attire for going out into the world?
"No one will even notice they're pyjamas," he assumes you, holding out his hand expectantly. "They look like jogging bottoms."
"Remus, they're lavender."
He pulls your hand toward his chest, encouraging you to stand. "They're nice."
He ferries you out of the hotel, and you thank your lucky stars you wore your converse rather than the hotel slippers. He's clearly thought about this, offering you a hoodie (your size, clearly swiped from the merchandise van, 'marauders' written in jagged lettering across your shoulders like bat wings) as he explains the details of your trip.
"First we'll get dinner. Then see a film in the cinema, if you want to? They have the new Exorcist."
"I love horror."
"I know." He nods to himself. "And then I have to buy you fresh donuts. James says they're the only way to eat them."
"You don't have to buy me anything."
"Sorry, I should say it differently. I'd love to buy you fresh donuts. If that's what you want to do."
You peek at him from the corner of your eye. "I would've stayed in the lobby if I didn't want to come out with you."
"In that case," he murmurs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
This is worse than flirting. It feels like an initiation, or a turned tide. You smile at him from under his arm and he visibly pauses, falters, before his own smile hooks and he walks forward with a little more purpose.
The day moves on as promised. You eat a quick dinner at a mid range restaurant before he takes you to the cinema, where he insists he doesn't want any popcorn but eats half of yours anyways. Then he takes you for donuts, and the entire time, you're thinking, what does he want from me? If Remus wanted sex he could fuck a groupie. Half the techs would crawl into bed with him if he asked. Maybe he's just gentlemanly?
But why would he wanna fuck you? Ignoring any self-esteem issues, you're in cuffed bottoms and bare-faced, and he has no reason to believe you'd be any good in bed.
He might want something slower, he decides. It's easier to believe when he asks if he can hold your hand on the walk home.
"What?" you ask, sure you heard him wrong.
"Can I?" he says, offering you his palm.
It's different from his pulling earlier. You give him your hand and he squeezes his fingers between yours slowly, as though savouring the feeling.
You shake your head. "Was this…"
Remus waits for you to finish. It's hard to ask under the weight of his gaze, happy but with that air of knowing you can't quite crack. He always seems so put together, even when he's asking for things, like any answer you give is one he's prepared for.
"Was this a date?" you force out.
"That depends. Did it go well?"
"I would've said yes, if you asked me."
Remus leans in like he's telling a secret, his voice hushed to match. "I know," he says gently, the tiniest hint of smugness threaded in the slight scratch of his voice. "That's mostly why I didn't ask."
"Mostly?"
"I couldn't face rejection. Not from you." His eyes light with an emotion you can't name. "But if you still want to reject me, I'll cope. It might be good for me, actually, it'll give me some material. Nothing makes for better music than losing a pretty girl."
You fluster at his wording. "I would've worn something nice," you say apologetically. "If I'd known. I would've made an effort to look nice."
"You always look nice. You think I'm put off by your pyjamas?"
"Stop," you mumble, mortification creeping in. I can't believe I just went on a date with a rockstar in my pyjamas.
"It's cute. You're cute, I love that you can fall asleep anywhere–"
"Stop!"
Remus laughs and pulls you that last inch into his side, elbow to elbow, hip to hip. "I can't. Teasing you is half the fun. It's why I haven't mentioned the powdered sugar on your lip."
You sigh and turn your face away from him, wiping your lip with your sleeve. "You always do this."
"Don't wipe it off, I'll get it. It'll taste sweet."
You take your hand out of his. "Did you want this to be a date? I'll change my mind."
He's kinder after that, and when he rubs your shoulder like he knows you need it, you almost pass out.
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these are the days
bassist!remus x fem!reader
wc- 1.3k
warnings- swearing, make out sesh, awkward moment???
a/n- love u guys and hope u like this lol. i wanted to expand more of their past so ill defo be writing more of that. but lmk what u all want to see <333
You and Remus have officially been together for a week. After your mutual pining reached an emotional breaking point and feelings were spilled after years of withholding, you both were now in complete bliss. You had yet to tell your friends, keeping this budding romance a secret for the time being. You both wanted to stay in this fresh, intense love for as long as you could. While you’re sure no one will be surprised by you two finally getting together, it was peaceful to keep it completely private and just yours to witness.
You were currently watching the sun begin to peek through the curtains of Remus’ bedroom, your head rested comfortably on his bare chest. You were tracing your fingers delicately across his ribs, mesmerized by his steady rise and fall of breaths. You were completely and wholly in love. You had doubted his reciprocation of feelings for so long that this had seemed impossible to you.
Remus stirred under you and inhaled deeply. His grasp on your waist tightened as he slowly opened his eyes. His other arm reached for you and held you close to his chest. He glanced down at you, eyes puffy from sleep.
“Hi,” he spoke softly.
You continued tracing his heart as you replied, “Hi.” Your smile was genuine and you’re sure your cheeks will be hurting from how happy you’ve been the past few days.
He continued to watch you and began to move his hand up and down your bare back as well. You watched each other in a content silence and the sun was now fully illuminating the room. You slowly moved up on the bed and traced your finger over his eyebrow. He leaned into your touch as you admired him. You glanced to his lips and back into his eyes and on cue he moved his face towards yours.
Your lips met sensually. After your first night together you’d wanted to discover everything about him physically. You noticed freckles in hidden spots, scars in odd arrangements, and how his body reacted to yours.
His hands moved to your waist to pull you even more into him and your hands moved to his face. You ran one through his bedhead and the other cupped his cheek. He pulled away breathily and whispered onto your lips, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”
“Me either”, you breathed, “I can’t believe this is real sometimes.”
“Trust me, it is.” He laughed as he kissed you again and rolled the two of you over. Your legs parted around him and you touched his shoulders. Remus hummed into your mouth and gracefully traced his tongue over your bottom lip. You wrapped your arm around him pulling at his hair as you accepted his intrusion. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you kissed him back religiously.
The moment was growing heated and all you could focus on was him. His hands were moving over your figure, squeezing and appreciating. You heard a noise and assumed you had knocked something onto the floor, until you heard a loud, “Oh fuck!”
You and Remus pulled away hastily, frightened at the interruption. Your heads snapped to the sound, and stood in the doorway with a horrified look on his face was one of your closest friends and Remus’ bandmate James.
He opened and shut his mouth a few times before glancing between the two of you frantically. You were both panting and Remus was now trying his hardest to cover your exposed chest from view.
“When- when did this happen?” James pointed between the both of you.
Remus inhaled shakily and glanced at you before speaking. “Um. About a week ago.” He swallowed.
James continued to look between your bodies in awe. “This is actually happening- you two. Right now.”
“Yes.” Remus replied dryly.
Your face was burning in a flush, partially from your childhood friend catching you in a compromising position and partly for your secret being outed a bit dramatically. You hid your face in Remus’ arm that was by your head, avoiding James’ gaze.
Just when you thought the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing you heard the front door slam and a familiar voice shout, “Moony! James and I have come to see if you’re al-” Sirius’ shocked silhouette now stood behind James in the doorway.
“Fuck my life”, you whispered under your breath.
Remus’ head dropped and he exhaled loudly. Sirius said nothing as he stared at the two of you. James was frantically looking from Sirius to you as if saying ‘I’m seeing this correctly right?’
Remus looked defeated as he pleaded with his best friends, “I’ve given you guys a spare key for emergencies, not to barge in whenever you like.”
“Mate, you randomly were ‘busy’ for a week without any notice- but I see clearly now why that is.” Sirius broke his silence. He scratched the back of his head and looked toward the hallway, “I’m honestly surprised it took you both this long.” He sighed and grabbed James’ arm pulling them out of the room.
“Give us a minute, yeah?” Remus said.
The door shut and you covered your flaming face with your hands. “That is not how I saw that going at all”, your voice was muffled. Remus laughed and pulled your hands away from your face, “Fuck, me either.”
You both timidly pulled on sweats and tried to look presentable as you opened the bedroom door. James and Sirius were in the lounge talking in hushed whispers. You headed to the adjacent kitchen, “Tea?” You asked.
“Uh yeah, please.” Remus said.
He headed towards his mates who had expectant looks on their faces. He rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair as he sat down beside them.
He was about to open his mouth when you came in with mugs for everyone. You shyly sat on the adjoining lounge chair and held your tea close to you.
“Care to explain what we’ve just walked in on?” James said.
You and Remus share a look and he explains, “Last week we sort of realized we both had strong feelings for one another, and well everything just sorta happened. I don’t know.”
“You only realized a week ago you two are mad for each other? Dear God”, Sirius sighed.
You blushed harder looking at your tea. “So what are you two? Dating? Fucking?” James asked with his hands.
“Dating.” Remus answered.
“You’re lucky Peter and Lily aren’t here. They bet on you two.” Sirius spoke.
“They’ve bet on me and Remus?” You exclaim.
“Yeah, on how long it would take you two to stop moping about and get together. I think Lily’s won”, Sirius replied.
“Yeah, she has.” James said.
Remus was flustered too, rubbing a hand over his face and huffing a laugh. “Well, we wanted to sit down with you all or something and tell you. Didn’t plan for you two idiots to barge in.”
“Why didn’t you knock or something?” You add.
“We never knock. How were we supposed to know you’d have your tits out at 7 in the morning.” James explains.
“Fuck off.” You didn’t think you could get any more red.
“Right, it doesn’t matter”, Remus tries to diffuse, “we’re together now. That’s that. Is there something you two needed besides ruining our morning?”
“Well no.” Sirius says. He laughs and adds, “Can’t believe you’re actually together. Never thought I’d see the day.” James laughs along and you roll your eyes and stand.
“Okay, well now that it’s out there I guess we can all meet for lunch or something and tell the others. That is if you haven’t already blabbed.”
“Didn’t have the chance in my state of shock.” James sighs.
You all laugh and the intruders move to the front door. As they step out James turns around and sincerely says, “I am happy for you both, really.” You smile and Sirius nods in agreement. Remus squeezes your arm and adds, “Just fucking knock from now on, please.”
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You can call me Daddy
Rockstar! Remus Lupin x Reader
Words: about 1.8k words
Warnings: smutty remmy, sexy rockstar, dirty talk and remus fucking lupin that is alreadya a warning himself.
Author's note: I'm writing something like five fanfiction at the same time, but I had this idea and I couldn't not write this down. I love the idea if the Maraurders as a band (like I think they are preatty much the copy of the Maneskin that I LOVE so...) and I LOVE BASSIST REMUS, so here for you our sexy Moony
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You still don't know how the with your friend managed to get into this party, but you know for sure that this is a night to remember.
Through some friends of hers, she managed to find out that there was going to be a birthday party of some super-rich celebrity at a mansion in Los Angeles, and after some research and figuring out where it was, we managed to get in, making believe that we were up-and-coming Versace models and that we had been invited to the party at the last minute and had not been put on the list. The guard looked at us carefully and then let us through, and you couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as you walked in you looked around and couldn't hold back your astonishment.
The mansion is beautiful, huge and full of lights and smoke machines that create a magical and surreal atmosphere. Music and people fill the room until you almost burst, but you can't help but move in time to the music as the alcohol flows through your veins. You down drink after drink, without realizing it, the important thing is to have a good time.You find yourself dancing back to back with actors or singing songs at the top of your lungs with important TV hosts, before you realize that all this crowd and the air heavy with smoke, sweat and alcohol is suffocating you, so you nod to your friend that you would go outside for a moment to get some air.
You walk over to the nearest French door, which overlooks a hidden part of the garden. As soon as you are outside, you lean against the wall and can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. You stay a few seconds in the silence of the night, taking advantage of the cold that seems to surround you after the incredible heat that the bodies inside that room were causing. You smile, thinking that at least here you can find a moment of peace, until you hear a voice.
"Did you run away too?" A boy asks, and you suddenly turn around and see him there, a little further away from you, also leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his lips. You can't really see his face, but you can tell he's a good-looking guy, tall and muscular as thin as he may look. He's wearing skinny jean pants, a Pink Floyd T-shirt, and a black leather jacket, with stupidly overdressed shoes.
"Yeah, the situation was becoming too suffocating." I shyly confess to the faceless boy.
"I understand you. I hate these stupid parties full of people, the situation always gets out of hand, and before long someone will get hurt, if it hasn't happened already." He complains.
"How come so if here?" You ask curiously, aided by the courage that alcohol brings.
"My friends dragged me along. If it were up to me, I would have spent this evening in a completely different way." He confesses, throwing his cigarette to the ground after taking one last drag. The smoke comes sensually out of his mouth, and you can't help but tighten your legs at that gesture, praying that he hasn't noticed.
"And how would you have spent the evening?" You whisper in a sensual tone, not knowing where all that brazenness really came from. You're not usually such a straightforward girl, especially when it comes to flirting with strangers.
"Well sweetheart, I would for example have a couple of ideas on how to spend a night with you, but they are too vulgar for an angel like you." He says moving closer, but still remaining in the half-light. I feel his breath close to my face and can't help but hold back a groan at the impure things those fingers could do on me.
"Do you really think I am an angel?" You ask as you move closer in turn, so close that your lips are almost touching. For a moment you think about how impossibly beautiful this situation is, a few hours earlier you were lying on the couch at your house eating chips and watching your favorite show and now you're at a party full of celebrities and now you're flirting with a guy definitely out of your range, and he's playing along with you. Life is truly full of surprises.
"Oh no you darling look like the purest of all angels, and I love girls who look innocent but are real demons in bed." He continues, moving closer , kissing your neck gently, leaving you the time and space to say no, but you don't want to say no, you want him and you want nothing more than to drag him to the nearest surface to fuck until you are voiceless with all the moans you will emit.
"Well I could always give you a demonstration." You answer as he continues his attack on your neck, and you run your hands through his disheveled hair.
"How can I say no to such a beautiful girl." He says pulling away from you. "But not here honey, there are too many people who would hear you shout my name, and that is a pleasure that is granted only to me." He continues, leading you toward the exit. In a sobering moment you manage to remember your friend and tell him you were going inside to warn her. He nods and tells you he would be waiting for you by the gate. Quickly you go inside and immediately find your friend intent on making out with a fairly tall blond girl. You quickly approach her and tell her that you would not be going home with her this evening. She looks at you and smiles before yelling at you to be careful and use a condom, but you are already far away and in response you raise your middle finger at her.
You see him at the gate on a blazing black motorcycle with a helmet for you in his hand. You put it on and cling to him as you get on the bike, as your excitement about what is about to happen rises and you can't help but get wet.
A few minutes pass before we find ourselves in front of the doors of a huge building. Quickly he gets out of the vehicle, having parked there in front, and we run to the entrance. The boy, still wearing his helmet, waves to the doorman, who waves back, and quickly we get on the first elevator we see. He crushes the twenty-first floor as you take off your helmet and realize something.
"My name is Y/N." You say confidently, looking at his face still covered by the black helmet. "I never told you my name." You go on laughing.
"You don't know mine either." He counter laughs as well, patting my arm, and you can't help but laugh at the situation.
"Of course fate is strange I went from lying on my couch in my pajamas to getting drunk with my friend to fucking a stranger." You say as you move closer to him, kissing him on the neck, gripped by a jolt of courage.
"And do you regret it?" He asks with a half groan.
"Not by a single second." You whisper, continuing to leave marks on his neck, as he had done to you at the party.
As soon as the elevator stops you realize you are already in his apartment. You quickly get out and he drags you toward the bedroom, taking off his helmet and throwing yours on the couch in the hall you pass as well. As soon as you reach the room his lips glue themselves to yours and a power struggle begins between the two of you. Clothes fall off like autumn leaves and suddenly you both find yourselves naked lying on the soft sheets of the bed.
"Remus, my name is Remus." He says panting as he kisses your breasts, reaching down. "But you can call me Daddy, angel." At those words you can't help but let out another moan, which you would be ashamed of if you were sober enough, but your mind is too clouded with pleasure.
His lips find the most delicate spot on your body and attack it like a child sucking on a lollipop, and the moans that seemed too loud before seem like whispers compared to those coming from your lips now. His fingers enter your vagina not too gently, and instinctively you cling to his hair, pushing his face between your legs.
"I knew that behind that angel look was the most beautiful demon." He says, returning to kiss your lips after making you orgasm, with still your taste on his lips. "What do you want honey, you have to tell me or I don't know how to help you."
"I want you, all of you." You say panting, while still recovering from the pleasure you just received. " I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight tomorrow."
"Your every wish is an order princess." He says in a whisper before entering me with his huge cock. The pleasure you feel right now, you thought did not exist.
You continue fucking until dawn, rolling up on yourself and in the blankets, orgasm after orgasm. You fall asleep at sunrise in the arms of the unknown boy.
You wake up after a few hours, alone in bed, hearing the sound of a shower running in the next room, realizing that your lover has gone to take a shower. Still sleepy and sore from all that sex you reach for your phone in your jacket pocket and see thirty missed calls from your friend and at least fifty texts always from her.
Immediately you call her, thinking something serious has happened, but as soon as the phone stops ringing you hear her screaming in your ear.
"Do you realize what happened last night?!?!" She shouts like a squawking hen.
"I thought you didn't mind, you said you were okay with it." Confused reply.
"I didn't resent it, but do you realize who you slept with?"
"With...Remus?" You say, unconvinced by your answer.
"Yeah with Remus freaking Lupin! The fucking bassist of the Maraurders!" Your friend says excitedly, but you're already no longer listening as she goes on to tell how she found out, all your mind can process are just two words: oh fuck.
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So hold me down and never let me go.
Bassist!Remus Lupin x Reader
told you it was time for a new era :3
pure fluff !!! Remus is a tease and a little mean but what’s new. He’s a cutie so it’s fine.
pretty shit because i’m rusty with writing but it’s just a small one shot so it doesn’t matter. enjoy my drabble !
ps. al you asked for credit so here u are here’s ur credit bitch face @alegsy :3
“Cute skirt.” Rem complimented, leaning on the kitchen counter. You rolled your eyes in response, walking towards him. “Seriously, love, looks dead nice. Is it new?” he said, looking you up and down. He had done that a couple of times, however you decided not to comment on it. It was best not to feed the fire.
“It is new, got it the other day. With, uh, what’s your little wizard friend called. The one with funky hair.”
“Marlene? And it’s very rockstar girlfriend.”
“Yes, Marlene. She’s lovely. Also, you’re not a rockstar, Rem. You’re getting full of yourself.” you replied, sarcastically. As you giggled, he gave you a look of feigned offence.
“I’m the bassist in a rock band, dove, I am the definition of a rockstar.” he said, once again looking you up and down. You were struggling to resist the temptation of basking in his gaze. If you were religious, Remus Lupin would be the devil.
“You haven’t quite mastered the ‘star’ bit yet.” you joked, attempting to get your revenge. See, Remus always seemed to have the upper hand, when it came to you. He knew exactly what to do and what to say, when it came to you. So, it was a rare luxury to have something to hold over him.
“Ahaha. How many copies did our album sell?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Three?” you responded. Looking up at him innocently, it was taking a lot not to burst into a fit of laughter.
“Fuck off.” he stated, shaking his head. Even though he was faking annoyance at your comments, it didn’t take long for Remus to gravitate towards you. He moved away from the counter he was leaning on and towards the sink, where is mission began. Not paying attention, you had began work on making cups of tea for the two of you. You had only just finished filling the kettle when he decided this was the perfect opportunity to snake his arms around your waist and rest his head in the crook of your neck.
“Hiya, Rem.” you whispered, giggling quietly to yourself. You tried to continue with your rather mundane task but, you knew you’d succumb to his enticement eventually.
“Hiya, love. You’re ignoring me.” he mumbled into your neck. Feeling his warm breath, the hairs beneath his touch stood up on end. You were almost certain you would never get used to Remus acting like this.
“Am not! Let me finish what I’m doing for once, pleasee.“ you complained with frustration thick in your voice. All your efforts were futile -which you had previously predicted- as Remus dropped his hands to your hips and spun you round. Now you were face to face (what was as close as you could get to face to face) you couldn’t deny him anything. Remus was so very tall; it was impossible not to look up to him. His honey brown eyes were burning into your soul and the sensation was irresistible. Melting like putty in his touch, you were completely compliant to his every wish and desire. For the most part anyway, but if he wanted you to jump off of a bridge you’d probably have to think about it.
“There we go. C’mon you’ve been out all week, missed you.” he whined back. You found it a little funny how someone so desperate could have such a tough exterior, but decided now wasn’t the right time to comment on it.
“I’ve seen you every day, Rem, we live togeth-.”
“It’s not enough.” he cut you off, not maliciously. Even if it were, any malicious intent would be cancelled out by the sweetest action that followed. Your lips met. Soft, sweet and somewhat addictive. Far better than any ex, that was for sure. In fact, Remus was far better than anyone else you’d ever met. He moved in sync with you. One scarred hand gripped your hips and the other crept up to the side of your head, burying itself to your hair. Your own attached themselves to his sandy brown locks, tugging lightly at the strands. Feeling like your mind was about to explode, his kisses would always send your emotions into overdrive. You simply couldn’t contain yourself with him and that’s exactly what he wanted.
Breathe. You had to remind yourself to breathe as he pulled away. Resting his forehead against your own, Remus looked at you with what could only be described as love-sickness in his eyes. Cautiously, you peered up at him through your eyelashes, trying not to trigger another outburst; you just wanted to make your tea. However, you would never admit how much you enjoyed Remus when he was like this because after all nothing is fun without a game.
“Much better.” he said, simply. His eyes never left you and you had to admit you couldn’t look away either. Fuck. “Okay, you can go make your tea now.” he added as a sly smirk crept onto his face. Fuck.
“Remus! You’re such a prick- oi. Come back.” you whined, frowning at him as he walked away. In response all he did was shrug his shoulders.
Then, he said “Sorry, dove. Got rehearsals with my rock band see you later though. Love you.”. He grabbed his jacket from the hooks beside the door and gave you one final kiss goodbye. It was short and anything but sweet. It was horrifically mean. And just like that, he was gone.
You were left standing in your kitchen starstruck. Unable to think, do or see anything other than him, you found yourself rendered incapable. Somehow, his temptation always had this affect. You just had to pray he’d be in a good mood later, a less teasing mood perhaps.
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toxic!guitarist!sirius gets a little too close to his groupies after your fights. he flirts, gropes, and gives them meaningless kisses for showing support just like he did to you before you started dating to remind you that you’re disposable.
he revels in your huffs and puffs. in the furrowed brows and crossed arms as you watch him pressed against another person, making a show for everyone around. but what could you say? you had broken up.
but after yet another nasty breakup, toxic!bassist!remus had enough. he convinced you to fight fire with fire.
he had you perched in his lap, tongues shoved in each other's throats. one of his hands was groping your ass, while the other held the back of your neck.
sirius shoved the girl sucking on his collarbone away, ignoring her scoff. he eyed your circling hips over his friend's obviously hard cock. your sweet whimpers reached his ears, causing a reaction in him. you're his. no one else's. he widened his legs, feeling tightening in his pants.
remus moved against your heat, relieving the ache in his groin. he swallowed your whine, delivering a quick but hard slap to your ass. he cracked open an eye, feeling his cock jump at the sight of the daggers sirius was shooting in your direction.
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distractions.
pairing: remus lupin x reader
summary: the one where you never really watch a movie [500+]
warnings: none
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you’ve never actually watched a movie with remus.
originally, when you’d suggested just watching a movie with him, the embarrassment almost killed you where you stood. he’s in a band, for christ’s sake, a world-famous, selling-out-stadiums-in-half-an-hour, groupies-that-would-give-you-heart-attacks-if they-smiled-at-you rock band.
he goes out and people flock to him. and your date suggestion was a movie, at your place. you expected him to think you were boring, change his mind and see if any of the groupies were free, but his shoulders drooped and he smiled in a way that gave you a heart attack where you stood, and murmured, “sounds like a date.”
and now this was your thing, watching movies with him. except there’s no watching going on. sure, you’ve sat down and put a movie on, and it’s played all the way through. sometimes, you actually remember what happens. but at some point, remus gets distracting. if you ever said that out loud, his reaction would be dramatic and endearing. he’d deny it, accuse you of slander, how dare you be so mean to him, he’s never done anything wrong in his life. he would get away with it too; he would smile in a way that flusters you so much you can barely think the word pretty, much less an argument against him.
there’s something about cuddling and watching movies that always gets you. maybe it’s the darkness, the soft blankets around you, the pillows propping you up. maybe it’s the way you get to hold remus, with his hands wrapped around you and his head resting right where your heart beats.
maybe it’s because the two of you always end up like this, him looming above you, mouth on your skin, the feel of him all around you so right it’s almost overwhelming.
“please.” the word is nothing more than a breath between your body and his, trapped in your throat. you’re so quiet you can barely hear yourself, or maybe that’s because of the way your heart stutters in your ears. “please.”
remus does, though. he smiles gently, mouths please? like he needs the confirmation when you both know he doesn’t. “poor dove,” he murmurs, a kind of teasing that would be degrading if it wasn’t sugar sweet, dripping from his lips. you lean up and kiss him, convinced you can taste the words if you just press hard enough, draw him in.
his hands palm your thighs, skimming over the back and drifting all over, fingers dancing on the soft skin on the inside of your thigh. it’s not a prologue to anything, not an attempt at asking for something more. it’s just to feel your body in his hands, the way his warmth is different from yours. the pads of his fingers are grooved from his bass, ridged against your skin, and it’s a delicious feeling for the both of you.. sometimes you watch him practice and think of times like this, and he always smirks when he sees the way your eyes glaze over. his hands slide up to the back of your knees, encouraging you to wrap your legs loosely around him.
“say it again,” he says, just the warm side of cruel. “tell me again, dove.” you want to tell him he never needs to ask, but seeing him like this is gratifying. your mind is syrup.
“please,” you tell him, just like he wants, your hands gripping the back of his shirt like there’s a risk of him floating away. “please, please. i want — please give me this, please -“
the kiss he gives you makes you feel like you’re falling through space, bruising and overwhelming.
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thank you so much for reading! this was just a little drabble, i was missing remus so here he is. feel free to like and reblog if you liked it; it really does help <3
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Marauders Band AU Headcanons
Notes: I wrote this all within an hour. I couldn’t decide on whether Sirius would be the guitarist or the singer so I’ve written for him as both.
Tw: Most of these are sexual in one way or another
-Bassist!Remus would get you to sit on the edge of the amp whilst the band practices so that you can feel the vibrations in your clit. He’d smirk every so often seeing you try to keep your noises in so as not to alert the others how stimulated you were getting
-Drummer!James doing tricks with his drumsticks because he loves to see the admiration on your face whenever he does a new one
-Guitarist!Sirius would spend hours practicing the intricate new riff he came up with by using your clit to work out the timing. It feels like torture feeling his fingers work the right spot several times before moving away and leaving you on the edge
-Singer!Sirius getting frustrated at not being able to get the vibrato right on a new song he’s working on so decides to practice by eating you out, humming the tune into your clit until he feels that he can get the perfect vibrato for a particular verse or chorus
-Drummer!James pulling you into his lap on his break whilst he’s all sweaty to ask if you’d enjoyed the new beat he came up with
-Bassist!Remus taking off his sweater and giving it to you during an outdoor concert because he doesn’t want you to get cold, the top he wears underneath shows the definition of his biceps and you can’t wait until later when you can finally jump him
-Guitarist!Sirius telling you about this cool new guitar pick that he found and hypes it up asking if you would like to experience it. The pick vibrates, the vibration is music reactive and is the perfect size to put into your underwear so that you can experience Sirius’ band practice in a whole new stimulating way
-Drummer!James sits you on his lap, gives you some drumsticks and tells you to copy him whenever he sees you looking bored
-Singer!Sirius pulling you in for a kiss every time there’s a break in the song, as his band mates keep playing. He’ll get you all riled up from a passionate kiss before suddenly pulling away to sing the next lines of the song
-Bassist!Remus refuses to let you hear his latest new riff until your panties are in his pocket, then he casually checks your pussy afterwards to see how wet it’s gotten, if it’s sopping then he keeps the riff, if it’s not as wet as usual then he’ll change it or come up with a new one curious as to which notes and tempos make you the most aroused
-Singer!Sirius winking at you whilst he’s singing particularly dirty lines knowing how it makes you ache
-Drummer!James would get you to christen every new set of drumsticks he bought by fucking yourself with them until you get yourself off
-Guitarist!Sirius getting you to wear his rings whilst he plays because he doesn’t want to lose them. He promises a reward later if you manage not to drop them which can be difficult given the amount that he tends to have on him
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hey there, for the 2k celebration, could i please request a 'sweet nothings'- bassist!remus and his childhood best friend reader who's always been in love with him but never confessed cuz she knew he dreamt of being a hotshot band guy in the future and she just couldn't see herself fitting into that kind of a life?
"Don't go," Remus insisted, tiredly wiping at his eyes as you folded one of his stolen shirts into a nice pile, looking around for stray socks that you'd discarded in thought. "Love," he sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed, hand catching yours to stop you.
"I have to go, Rem," you frowned, tugging at the sleeve of his band shirt to make him let go, hoping he wouldn't push, knowing he would. This part was always hard, going when you didn't want to, but it was even harder trying to stay with him, fit into his world when you were so horribly out of place, even now, in this hotel room, it was a sight so strange it made you anxious.
"You don't," he argued, instead moving his fingers to your wrists, pulling you away from the half-packed suitcase. "We could order room service, and stay in this room all day, you don't even need to change out of my shirt," he smirked at the last part, no care for the fact that you were wearing said shirt because you'd forgotten your own, only caring for the way it made his stomach feel funny, made his heart act up, a feeling similar to the one he got when he went on stage.
"You have a meet and greet in two hours," you didn't fight his hold, melting into the subtle, almost non-existent touch, no control over the little pout your words prompted.
"I'll skip it."
"No, you won't, hotshot," you scoffed, nudging his knee with your own as you managed to free yourself of his grip. "Can't screw up everything you've worked for just for a few more minutes with me."
"With my best friend. Why not?" he wasn't serious, wasn't truly considering it, but he wish he was, almost as much as you were.
"This is your life, Rem, not mine."
"It could be, you know, it's better when you're here."
"For you," you sighed, and couldn't stop yourself from placing a quick kiss to his forehead, a friendly gesture, familiar, nothing more to it, at least that's what you hoped he'd think- he didn't. "I'm going to hit the shower," you breathed, voice lighter than it felt, hoping to savor the last bit of time together. "Would you find my other pink sock while I'm busy?"
"On it," he didn't try as hard as you did, fiddling with the rings on his fingers as he watched you leave, he always watched you leave.
#eeep I got carried away#monique's dialogue days#monique's 2k celebration#marauders dialogues#bassist!remus#remus lupin
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sitting on bassist!remus lap as he teaches you simple chords. once you get the hang of it, he makes you play an easy song, his fingers slowly falling from the instrument down to your thigh.
your fingers slip when you feel him trace your pussy over your underwear. “keep playing dove,” he whispers in your ear, slowly pushing your panties to the side and using his thumb to flick your clit. “good musicians never get distracted”
#i’m very band au inspired today#started writing a drummer!james fic and then had this idea#i should be studying lol#marauders.musings#remuslupin#bassist!remus#ink on her fingers#< cause i may make this a bit longer some day
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could i request remus getting in a fight (i know it’s not like him at all but maybe it was ab the reader?? idk) and then shy!reader has to patch him up and it’s rlly fluffy and cute. i love all your work!! 🤍
i did rockstar!remus hope you don't mind it's not a huge detail CW r is cornered by a creep, fighting, bloody knuckles ♡ shy!fem!reader | 1k words
The dressing room is silent.
Remus sits slouched in a chair with his hand hiding his face, fingertips aligned over his brow and the pad of his thumb pressed to his top lip. His knuckles are bruised. Deep, cruel bruises. The index knuckle is split and scabbed with dried blood.
You lean against the vanity, your cheeks tearstained but dry. He's still so angry.
Not with you. The opposite, he's angry for you. Some techie had tried to lay hands on you during the set. You remember Remus' face filled with post-show adrenaline and how it had drained when you told him what happened. He'd been very quiet, characteristic if abrupt, and asked you who.
There's a roll of bandages, a square of gauze and an antiseptic wipe in your hands.
"Remus?" you ask.
He drops his hand and blinks. The anger is occluded by fondness. "What, dove?"
"Can I fix your hand?"
Remus straightens in his chair. "Sure you can."
You put the gauze and bandages in his lap and step in between his legs. His hand on the armrest, you curl your fingers around his wrist to hold him still and dab at his split knuckle gently.
Remus pulls your waist. You let him, unsurprised when his face drops into your abdomen.
"Sorry, dovey."
You stop your wiping and swallow. There's lots of things you want to say. Don't be sorry. That guy cornered me and he could've done worse. You're brave. Thank you for defending me.
"I love you," is what you say instead.
He looks up. "You're not upset?"
"No," you say. You reach for the gauze in his lap and lay it over his knuckles. "Can you hold this, please?"
Remus gives your hip a small squeeze before he does as you ask. You wrap the bandage around his hand and his bruised knuckles, feeling silly because you don't really know what you're doing, you just want him to feel looked after.
"I didn't know you…" You let his hand fall gently and put your hands on his shoulders, fingers slow and shy but very, very desperate, coveting the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck.
"Go on," he prompts as he always does, tilting his head back in your hold.
"I've never seen you fight someone."
"I don't do it often," he says dryly.
You can't help but laugh. "No, I'd hope not."
You both go silent, looking at the other with a vast range of sticky sweet emotions.
"I didn't mean to make you cry," he says eventually.
You hesitate, eyes closing. Your words are slow; you think of each one carefully before you say them, "You didn't make me cry. I was just worried about you. Watching James have to pull you off of that guy, it was… it was a lot."
"I'm sorry," he says again.
You open your eyes, find him shaking his head from side to side, lips parted in regret.
You smile and your cheeks apple, eyes squinting ever so slightly.
Remus smiles. "But you already know that," he says.
"Uh-huh. Doesn't matter," you whisper. "None of it matters. I'm just glad you're okay."
He pulls you in close and you feel heat move over you in a wave, worse when his hand comes to the back of your thigh. He drags your leg onto the chair between his until you're forced to brace yourself on his shoulders and lean your weight in his lap.
"Don't be silly," he murmurs. "Sit properly."
And you explode internally, climbing onto his thighs with an awful churning in your tummy. He makes sure you're settled comfortably, doesn't care that it takes a lot of shuffling or that the chair is hardly big enough to accommodate you both.
"There, that's better."
You take your hands back from his shoulders and stare at his t-shirt, a black short sleeve sporting the Def Leppard logo in burning orange. You trace the letters with your eyes.
"Hey," he says, tapping under your chin with his free hand, the other a clear heat behind your back. "You've gone all shy on me."
You ignore him lest you spur him on. He tsks and leans back as far as he can in the chair, dark eyes half-lidded, a smugness in the uptilt of his mouth.
"Does it hurt?" you ask.
"No, dove. My nurse did a great job. She was super fucking pretty, too. The sweetest thing."
You press your lips together tight to smother a pleased little laugh and move your gaze up. He looks super serious as always, his eyes unflinching where they pour into yours.
He rubs under your eye with the very tip of his ring finger. When he's done he moves to the second, wiping away your smudged mascara with all tenderness.
He graces your cheek with the side of his hand. "Poor girl. Still so pretty covered in tears."
He's sick. In the head. You hope your pout clues him in to how unfair he's being and he reads it wrong, or knowing Remus he doesn't read it wrong at all, only chooses to act as if he did when he pulls you down. Firm, almost stern, his hand slides up the length of your back and holds your shoulder as his lips press to yours. You close your eyes and let yourself be kissed, too melted by him to do anything more besides kiss back lightly and screw your fingers in his shirt.
"Slow down. I'm injured," he whispers.
That does it. You're pent up and tired and he has no business making jokes at your expense. You laugh so much you have to drop your forehead to his chin, physically unable to hold yourself up.
Remus pats your back. "I love you," he says warmly. "Didn't say it back before."
You wrap your arms around his neck and sigh. You hadn't doubted it.
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an encounter
bassist!remus x fem!reader
wc- 1.1k
warnings- alcohol, jealousy, sirius being a twat
a/n- i was listeing to t1975 and m.o.n.e.y played and the line "and i cant believe that were talking about him" played and inspired something in my brain. also writing last night motivated me again a bit. buttttt once again this is not the long chapter (their love confession) that ive been working on. this is just a silly pre- together fic of them being stupid. love u all and i appreciate every one of u.
Remus’ glare was burning into your spine. For once though, you didn’t seem to notice him. You were leaning on the local bar’s counter talking to the new bartender. You had been sent to get the next round and what had started as a friendly conversation had turned quickly into flirting.
You all had been studying for your upcoming exams and decided a much needed break was appropriate. How you ended up at the pub was not in your control, you’d suggested a quick coffee run. But you’d lost the last round of pool and were therefore sent to get refills.
The bartender was cute. Not exactly your type, seeing as your type was currently sending dirty looks to the guy. Remus was oblivious to your feelings for him and you rarely let yourself talk to other guys because you were so focused on him. When the guy across from you sent the first flirty remark your immediate reaction was to shoot him down, but for once you acted on your second instinct and decided to flirt back.
Flirting wasn’t exactly a skill you had mastered, but it was fun to banter with the guy and you were honestly into it at this point. He had placed your drinks on the bartop but continued his conversation with you while there were no customers. He was talking about some crazy order he had to make earlier in the night and you were laughing along.
Remus had witnessed the whole encounter. You were shit at pool so it was no surprise you had been the one to get the next round, he was just curious when it was taking twice as long. He didn’t mean to shoot daggers at the guy, but when he saw your face heat up and your laugh grow louder he couldn’t help it.
Sirius noticed his irritation right away and huffed a laugh as he leaned closer to him, “Are you gonna do something?”
Sirius noticed his irritation right away and huffed a laugh as he leaned closer to him, “Are you gonna do something?”
“What?” Remus shot back.
“Are you going to do something?” Sirius reiterated.
“About what?”
“Jesus. That.” He waved his finger between you and the bartender.
“Why would I do something?” Remus tried to play his obvious discomfort off, but Sirius saw right through him.
“Because you’re quite literally in love with her.”
“Shut up.”
“See. No denial.”
Remus lightly shoved Sirius and shook his head, “What would I even say? ‘Oh hi can you please stop flirting with the girl I have no right to get jealous over’?”
“You should add ‘because I’m too pussy to ask her out even though she clearly returns my feelings.’” He smiled and Remus gave him a blank look, “Piss off. For fucks sake.”
“No, I'm serious. She never shuts the fuck about you. Just go over there and offer to help her with the drinks or something. I want my beer anyway.” He pointed at you again and nudged his head in your direction.
“Fine.” Remus sighed, placing his pool stick down and moving towards the bar.
His steps were quick and when he glanced back at Sirius he made a shooing motion. Remus itched the back of his neck as you got closer and closer. He made his way to your figure and your laugh quickly made him regret his decision. Who was he to stop you from flirting? But you spotted him and turned towards him, touching his arm.
You smiled and turned back to the bartender, “This is Remus.”
“Ah, nice to meet you.” The guy nodded at him.
“Uh, yeah. Hi.” Remus awkwardly smiled.
“Rem this is Liam. He just started here this week.” You raised your brows, making conversation. You left your hand on Remus’ upper arm and neither of you acknowledged it, even though the touch was sending similar butterflies up your spines.
“Oh nice,” Remus replied, “Like it?”
“Yeah, so far it’s alright.” Liam smiled at you when he said that and Remus had to restrain from visibly cringing. You returned the smile and giggled. You actually giggled. He looked between you and Liam tried to let it go, but couldn’t.
“Right. Well Sirius wants his beer so,” He tried to end the conversation and was scared you would tell him to just take the drinks, but luckily you went along with him.
“Right ‘course.” You laughed and moved your hand to reach for a few drinks.
“Thanks Liam.” You sent him a small smile as you spun around. Remus sent him a tight lipped smile and followed you.
Sirius was smirking as you approached and patted Remus on the back when he handed him his drink. Remus glared but couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation.
Lily rushed over to you and as you handed her the drink she ordered, she spoke, “That guy was so into you. He stared at your ass the whole time you walked back over here.”
You grimanced, “Lovely.”
“No, no. That’s a good thing. You could get your mind off you know who.”
“Lily, kindly shut the fuck up.”
She put her hands up in false surrender and you turned, giving James his drink. You heard her whisper again though, “Remus was so jealous though, it was hysterical.”
“He was?” You spoke too quickly.
“Yes, badly. He was squinting so hard his eyebrows were literally touching.” She motioned between her own brows, laughing.
You glanced back at him and he caught your eye, blushing. You smiled and turned away.
“He was actually jealous?”
“Yes, love. Very,” Lily smiled, “You two are the most oblivious people in the world I swear.”
You huffed and rolled your eyes.
James and Peter started the next game of pool and while you were waiting you stood next to Sirius. “The bartender was cute.” He said. Remus was on the other side of you and spun his head towards Sirius at his words.
You nodded, “Yeah he was alright.”
“I think he’s really into you.” As he spoke he looked at Remus and smirked knowingly.
“Really?” You asked. “I don’t know, maybe he’s just being friendly.”
Remus cleared his throat, “Probably. Didn’t he just start working here? Just making friends with the customers, ya know.”
“I don’t know Moony, that looked pretty flirty to me. Y/n/n?”
“I- I’m not good at gauging these things- I mean flirting is not my thing so I wouldn’t know.” You looked between the two boys shaking your head, oblivious to Sirius’ instigating.
Remus mouthed Fuck off when your head was turned and Sirius laughed. It was his turn to go and you spoke to Remus as Sirius played, “He’s not my type anyway.” You glanced up at him and he nodded his head. “That’s good.” He answered.
His response made you shy. ‘That’s good’ is it? You turned, hiding your smile and flush. God you two were idiots, he was jealous. And you were secretly glad he was.
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The loneliest
Bassist!Remus Lupin x Writer!Reader
Words: about 1.4k words
Warnings: none, just sad
Author's note: hi loves! here for you another bassit!remus lupin, this time a sad one. I had this idea bit ago, and I wrote it down in the drafts and today I said "why not?". As already said, I'm a superfan of Maneskin so here I am with another one of their song!
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Love is the cruelest curse that has ever been inflicted on humanity.
This is all I managed to write on my computer, while wrapped in about 20 blankets on my friend's couch. It has been months since I had to start writing my new novel, and of course I had to start now, after breaking up with my boyfriend, or rather with the love of my life.
I haven't been able to stop crying for days, the tears seem to have become part of my face as I stare at that blank screen.
Susy told me to let it go and think about recovering instead of thinking about the book, but this is the only thing that can distract me from the pain.
We have never quarreled like this in all the years we have been together. Every fight between us, no matter how small it was, but this time it really destroyed me.
It had all started with the fact that he hadn't spent the night at home for weeks now, every night out with his friends for events or for fun, and I couldn't help but be happy for him, but I felt in all this a bit neglected. When he was home he was always busy in his study or on the phone, and he never had a second to talk to me. In the evening we would have dinner in silence, and when he finished eating he would go immediately to another room, in case he was home and had not already gone out. After a long time I couldn't stand this anymore so I made up my mind to talk to him, but at that time he was at the studios of the record company. Once I got there I went to wait for him in his studio after greeting the other members of the Maraurders band: James, the drummer; Sirius, the singer; Regulus, the guitarist.
I waited a few minutes in the room, looking at that space so large and so charged with the 'essence of Remus at the same time, until my gaze fell on the small sofa in front of the window, or rather what was on the small sofa. I moved closer and realized that the colorful object that had attracted my attention from afar was a pair of red lace panties.
I remember how the air went out of me and tears came to my eyes, and before I could realize it I slumped to the floor. I don't remember the door opening, but I remember Remus's gaze, his eyes wide with astonishment and his running toward me. He was talking but I couldn't hear him; it was as if I were underwater and my ears were plugged.
Then I remember my screams, everything I had held in until that moment, and like a wave I had let my anger crash against him. Remus was trying to explain, to speak, but I was not giving him time, and before I could understand what my mouth was saying I had told him I did not want to see him again. I regained my senses from that empty feeling once in the car, where I screamed so loud that my throat hurt. After that I went home, got some of my things, and went to Susy's, looking for a safe haven. For days my fiancé had tried to contact me, or my manager or my friends, but never had anyone responded to him.
Love is a double-edged sword because you can get hurt when you love too much and when you love too little. The love I have for Remus is an eternal love, which no matter how bad it has made me feel will not cease to exist, because every cell in my body loves and desires him and for that I hate myself.
My thoughts are interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone, and I realize that my manager has sent me an e-mail. I open it and read it.
"This footage is from yesterday. Look at it. I love you. Mary"
That's all it says with a link attached. Immediately I open it and realize that it is a video of the last Marauders concert, and I am immediately ready to close it, when my eye falls on Remus. I've never seen him look so bad. He has dark circles under his eyes and a pale face. His eyes are dull as he looks out at the crowd and plays bass. When the song is over, Sirius asks the crowd for silence.
"Please be quiet. For the first time in my life, I find myself getting serious. Usually I'm the one messing around with girls, or boys, but apparently this time Remus has broken my record. The poor guy is devastated, and I can't help but feel guilty, because it's my fault. Y/N, if you ever see this video, I'm sorry for what happened, for all the misunderstanding, and please listen to poor Moony, we can't stand to see him so miserable anymore." He says walking across the stage, and looking at the camera, as I see Remus move to the center of the stage in front of the microphone.
"For example, you could start listening to him from this song that his poor broken heart wrote entirely for you." Sirius continues before remaining silent and giving his friend space.
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
There's a few lines that I have written.
In case of death, that's what I want, that's what I want
So don't be sad when I'll be gone
There's just one thing I hope you know, I loved you so
'Cause I don't even care about the time I've got left here
The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it
With you, with you nobody else here
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
I'm sorry but I gotta go
If you'll ever miss me give this song another go
And I just keep on thinking how you made me feel better
And all the crazy little things that we did together
In the end, in the end, it doesn't matter
If tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You'll be the saddest part of me
A part of me that will never be mine
It's obvious
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
You're still the oxygen I breathe
I see your face when I close my eyes
It's torturous
Tonight is gonna be the loneliest
Remus' low, deep voice enchants me, and I feel tears flowing overbearingly down my cheeks. I listen to every second of that song, eagerly, holding each word close to my heart, imprinting them on my soul.
Without thinking about it I put everything to the side and run to the door with the intention of going to him and apologizing, but I am met with a scene I never expected. Remus is sitting with his head between his legs in front of the door, a bouquet of flowers abandoned at his side. Upon hearing the door open he turns and looks at me. He opens his mouth but makes no sound. His face is marked with tears as much as mine and I cannot resist. I throw myself into his arms, holding him tightly as I never have. He returns that gesture and strokes my hair. I begin to cry again as I ask him a thousand times to apologize, and he replies that he is the one who needs to apologize. We don't do anything else, we just stand there embracing, finding ourselves, and I realize that yes love is the greatest curse ever cast on human beings, but also the greatest blessing, because without suffering we would never experience such a strong and beautiful feeling.
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Love Kills
City Rockers
part two of Love Kills
bassist/rockstar!Remus Lupin x Reader
warnings: swearing and description of blood
The tension between the two of you only seems to build as Remus faces a rather nasty injury. Naturally, you help him out. He gives his thanks in a rather mind boggling way.
haiii did you miss me AGAIN xoxo
thank you so much alex for alll your help on this one means a lot :3
Often it’s said that punks are the nicest people you’ll ever meet. Terrifying on the outside, but lovely on the inside. Clearly, when put into a venue, this philosophy completely disappears. The gig goers habits of unplugging amps and launching glass bottles didn’t seem too lovely at all. In fact, you were quite against the whole idea or at least you were after the incident. However, it could make nights a whole lot interesting. It was what also led to the instruction of don’t get hit. Which then allowed, Remus to completely disobey this command. As a result of this, blood poured down his face. Surged, gushed, streamed. A bottle had collided directly with his head and had clearly left him with with an injury directly above his eye. The crowd went silent before erupting into even louder cheers. Freezing in shock, the soon-to-be-blood soaked man stared directly into the crowd. Immediately, James stopped singing and whipped his head around to the noise. Which, in turn, caused both Sirius and Pete to turn and look over at Remus. Another bang signified the speakers blowing and as the boys started up playing again to try to kill the time, it suddenly dawned on everyone. Amps had been unplugged too; fans had taken the band’s distraction with Remus as an opportunity. Worst first show ever. Praying to whatever gods to give him strength, Remus picked up playing again as Frank rushed around plugging the amps back in.
Anxiously, you bit down on the inside of your cheek as the band pushed through everything going wrong at once. Thankfully, Alice had managed to fix up the speakers relatively fast and was now stood beside you with a similar distressed look on her face. Unfortunately, the man’s determination to continue playing didn’t stop the bleeding. It was everywhere.
Red poppies turned into bloody rivers as the white vest he was wearing became soaked. He had discarded his outer layer of a jumper at some point during the first song, leaving his perfect arms on display. Now hardly seemed like the right time to be thinking about that though. But, your brain didn’t really seem to listen.
Some of the red liquid had caught in the hair that drifted down towards his eyebrows. Drying up in the sandy tuffs, the blood would be difficult to get out; part of you wanted to drag him off stage and patch him up there and then. Push a small kiss to his forehead, and rinse the blood out of his hair. The rest of the substance had meandered at what felt like the speed of light all the way down to his bass. After staining his white clothes it moved onto the white pick-guard on the body of the long instrument. Somehow, Remus seemed to have picked the worst colours for this to happen. Or, you might argue - if he wasn’t a friend in pain - the best colours because he looked practically edible. On a bad day, he looked positively gorgeous. There, he looked like everything you’d ever wanted and more. You’d never felt more guilty for having a crush on someone before then.
Droplets dribbled down from the bass onto the floor and your eyes finally moved to Remus’s face. You’d been able to look at the area of the wound as you found yourself quite fearful it would be serious. Half of his face was doused in blood and one eye was screwed shut, leaving him in a permanent wink. Thankfully, your gushing over Remus had made the show move a lot faster and the end of the encore ripped through everyone: crowd, band and roadies.
Remus was the first off stage.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Remus.” you exclaimed, grabbing hold of his wrist to get him to stop moving. The gushing blood was forcing him into a permanent wink and you winced just looking at the gash. “Sit down, I’ll go get the first aid kit. Fucking hell.” you said, pushing him down onto the couch. Surprisingly, he didn’t fight back. Now, it was your time to scramble. You ran down the corridor and yanked the first aid kit from the cupboard before immediately running back. Crouching down in front of him, you gave your best relaxed smile. He tried his best to return it. Your mind seemed to be a swirling mess of thoughts of how gorgeous Remus actually was and thoughts of how on earth you were going to clean this cut up.
“How bad are we thinking?” he asked, wincing as he spoke. He already had a rather impressive collection of scars dotted around his body; you figured this was nothing new to him.
“Dunno yet, you alright if I clean it up?” you asked, blue paper towels ready and waiting. He nodded his head and you stood up. Slotting yourself between his legs, you used the damp towel to wipe away the blood that had dripped down his face. It was an odd texture, like partially dried nail varnish.
You stared at the cut, checking for any shards of the glass bottle. None were there from what you could see, thank god. They must’ve fallen out during the performance. “So they just, throw bottles? At you? On stage?” you asked, trying to keep him talking as you applied a small amount of pressure. Thankfully, most of the bleeding had stopped by now; it was just a game of preventing the gash from getting infected.
“And unplug amps, and don’t make us famous enough for a better venue. Fuckin’ shit hole.” he replied, staring up at you through his eyelashes. With all the blood cleaned away from his face, he looked up at you with both eyes wide open. You shook your head, giggling quietly. Armed with an antiseptic soaked cotton wool ball, you began cleaning the actual cut
“Sorry, know it stings. Talk to me about something, anything.” his comfort was your top priority. He smiled up at you, shaking his head.
“Know what you’re trying to do, love, don’t need to. You’re not stupid, you can tell I’ve been through this before.” he said, smirking up at you. Resisting the urge to wipe the smug look from his face, you instead give a large frown.
“Just trying to be nice, let me be nice.” you complained, biting down on your lip as you continued to clean the wound.
“You’re being nice enough already.” he stated, plainly.
“You’re so lovely Remus!” you shouted over the bar’s blaring music. A hiccup ricocheted through your body as you giggled up at him.
“Yeah, you want me to get you some water?” he asked, batting his eyelashes at you. Sirius really did always keep his best friends hidden from everywhere else. Remus was entirely certain that the fact he hadn’t met you before that night should be a crime, so much so that he’d never forgive Sirius for it.
“No! You’re being nice enough already.” you stated, staring up at him blankly. He shook his head, but didn’t disobey your command. He thought he might die on the spot if he left you any sooner than needed.
Your face flushed at the sound of your own words being repeated back at you and the fact Remus remembered word for word what you had said to him. He grinned. You frowned.
“Butterfly strips now, aren’t they cute? They’re like stitches but not stitches, dead new too. I thought Sirius would get in a bar fight or something, that’s why I brought them with me, not that you’d be scrapping with glass bottles.” you rambled as you dug around in the tote bag beside you. Some gut instinct had told you to pack them and it must’ve be whatever gut instinct had you swooning over Remus.
“Yeah? They are pretty impressive.” he replied. His eyes held a hint of honesty he’d never admit as he admired your rambling. Remus Lupin could listen to you talk for hours. Remus Lupin, who preferred to spend his pre-show routine alone in silence; who adored the quiet of libraries and the very slight hum of a small cafe; who often had to put himself at the back of the tour bus just to get some peace would happily listen to you babble on about whatever nonsense.
“I know, right? ‘s so cool how they come up with these things. Right, this bit will genuinely hurt so, I’m really sorry in advance.” you said, giving him a sheepish grin. If the antiseptic was the foot soldiers, think of the butterfly strips as being the artillery. Carefully, you slotted yourself back in between his legs. Your hand pushed the two edges of the cut together whilst the other stuck the strips over the stop, a way of holding the wound together. Instinctively, Remus’s hand shot up and grabbed your wrist, eyes closing at the pain.
“All done.” you whispered, but his hand didn’t move from your wrist. Your eyes drifted down to his own as you smiled at him.
“Thank you.” he whispered back to you. His eyes mapped out a triangle on your face, subconsciously. He truly could not get enough; his hand still didn’t move. The silence in the room was unbearable and you were silently begging Remus to do something. Anything. He must’ve heard your pleas somehow because he stood up.
If you weren’t close enough to him before you almost certainly were now. The only thing separating the two of you was his looming height and even then that wasn’t doing much as his head was tilted down. You couldn’t read Remus. The now three very dramatic times you’d met, you’d never been able to read him.
“Happy birthday Sirius!” you shouted as you waltzed into the Potter household. It was your first time there, ever and my god was the place gorgeous. It was easy to forget how privileged one half of the band were. Sirius had grown up rich with a shitty family and in many ways James had won the game of life. Good family with lots and lots of money, which explained the oversized house that sat in the middle of nowhere.
“Awww, thank you. Look how lovely they are.” Sirius said, taking the gift from your hands and immediately running off to open it. ‘Child’ you thought to yourself as you smiled.
“Hello you.” Remus waved as you walked over to the kitchen counter, where everyone else stood. You didn’t notice it, but Lily raised her eyebrow and whispered something to James. The two stared at you and Remus for the rest of the night. He didn’t speak to anyone, but you.
“Hi. Don’t look at me like that.” you said, scowling up at him. He laughed and put his hands up beside his head with a false offended look.
“Look at you like what?” Remus fought back, though his smirk and small gave away what he was thinking. Or, at least you thought it did. He was referencing your drunkenness on the first night you met with that look, Right? You racked your brains, staring up at him with your mouth agape.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking.” you admitted, still looking up at him. He shook his head and gave another smirk.
“Do you need to?” he replied.
He still had a hold on your wrist and something in your stomach twisted. Your mind was blank and everything just felt fuzzy.
“Thank you, really.” he mumbled as his head moved in even closer. His thumb drew small circles on the inside of your wrist.
“Yeah, no- no problem. Honestly, like it’s nothing, I’d happily do it any time.” you rambled, giving him a small grin and your stomach twinged from embarrassment this time. He grinned and let out a small chuckle. You felt his breath fan against your jaw. You bit down on your lip
“Oh, hey guys.” James announced from the doorway. Your head whipped round immediately as you took a step backwards. Wide eyed and horrified, you gulped. Remus seemed, perpetually, unbothered.
“Hi, Prongs.” he returned, pointing to the cut on his head. “All fixed up now, wasn’t too bad.” he added, tilting his head slightly.
“Yeah, all fixed up. Can see that. We’re going down to the pub to go have a celebratory drink tomorrow, we’ve got a day here to kill. Think you’ll be up for it?” James asked, looking at both of you. You nodded, sheepishly once again. You knew he knew. He knew you knew. It was an awful trap to be stuck in.
“Sounds good.” Remus said, nodding his head and grabbing his bag from beside the couch. “ ‘m gonna go get changed, see you later, yeah?” he added, looking at you. Only you. And then, he walked off. It felt like you’d been left dangling off of the edge of a cliff.
“Please can I tell Si-“
“Fuck off, James.”
“What about Lily??”
“Maybe.”
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okay okay okay, im in desperate need of some help. i’ve got a fic in the works and i need to know weather remus suits the bass or the electric better?
thankies! also, please reblog for a bigger sample size :)
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okay now that my meltdown is over, here's remus lupin playing bass because i love him
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𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 ❤︎ au discussion!! we love these mfs in every universe, so tell me which au you'd like to see your favourite(or any character) in?
I can so see the marauders in a band. Like having smaller concerts, but the crowd is always going crazy. So more of rock music maybe? Or what do you think? And also who do you think do what in the band?
i wrote this on my pc and somehow tumblr didn't let me post it i was losing my shit - then i copied to somewhere else n posted it on mobile. thankfully i was able to think clever for like three seconds. anyway, enjoy me thirsting over band!marauders
band au is like my favorite au in the marauders fandom cus it fits them so so so well!! i always think of them as a indie-rock band cus that's what i usually listen to and yes !! they definitely started playing in the small cozy places and becoming bigger in the industry with firm steps forward!
i do have a band!au in my drafts for them, that i've been working on it for the past month at odd times, i see remus as the bassist, james as the drummer and sirius as the vocalist/guitarist. for the record, i don't have a tactable knowledge on music except for listening to it, i just prefer to avoid talking about this but like this is my thoughts pretty much.
i can also see remus and james as in swapped positions because you know how in bands the drummers are usually the quite, calm ones but i can not stop thinking about remus' long, gentle fingers gliding on the bass smoothly, it makes me sick!!!
thinking of james as a drummer is just feels - so so much him! so much golden retriever energy!!! his bushy and unruly hair swaying in the air, some strands glued to his sweaty forehead, as he rocks the stage with that perfect glint in his eyes, radiating his infinite energy to crowd,,, like i see him so perfect for a drummer ahhh.
and finally sirius... y'all should've noticed my sweet spot for rockstar!sirius or just sirius in general so far. this man is made to be on the stage. he is made to be looked at, to be admired. he's so beautiful that one of the reasons people showed up to listen to them in the first place was to see this incredible attractive man. though apart from his appearance, sirius has a very soft and also extremely charming voice. he can just captivate you with his voice without needing a glimpse of his looks. i also imagine that he sometimes sings in french that is hot af!!!! and being the man of drama himself, what can a person could want more to entertain themselves?????
anyway that's pretty much what my thoughts are, if you would like to add more I'd be delighted to hear(in this case read) them!!!
celebrate 1k with me ❤︎
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