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moonstruckme · 4 months
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love the doctor!remus content!!!
would love to read about him in a similar setting as the last request u did, where reader doesn’t tell him she‘s had to go to urgent care (maybe she lost her phone) and he‘s in his big scary attending mood but the moment he steps into the room and realizes reader is the patient he goes all concerned and cooing and all the interns are confused as to what happened to calm collected and kinda cool doctor lupin :((((
Thanks love!
cw: hospital, mention of stitches
doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
You can hear him talking as he moves down the line of small curtained-off rooms, your heart contracting at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice but too shy to interrupt him while he’s working. Remus’ tone is clipped and all business, and you can tell by how quickly his voice draws closer that he’s striding toward you in that brisk way he does when he’s busy. 
“This one’s already been treated,” he’s saying to someone, “so we’re just checking in before discharge. Let me ask some of the necessary questions first, and then we’ll ask the patient’s permission for you to ask some as well.” 
He looks nearly imposing as he whips open the curtain, clipboard in hand and a gaggle of what you guess must be residents on his heels. That all drains away, along with the blood in his face, when he sees you. “Dove?”
“Dove?” you hear one of the residents echo bemusedly. 
“Hi,” you say sheepishly. 
Remus steps toward where you sit on the bed, concern etched into the twin lines between his brows. “Honey, what happened? You” —he looks down at his clipboard, flustered— “you got stitches in your hand? What’d you need stitches in your hand for?” 
You glance between the many sets of eyes in the room, self-conscious in the face of so much attention. “I cut myself,” you answer quietly. 
Remus lowers the clipboard, looking devastated for you. “Why didn’t you call me?” he asks, but the reprimand in his tone is barely detectable behind all the fondness coating it. He holds out a hand. “Let me see.” 
You give him your hand obediently, doing your best to follow his example and ignore the murmurings from your small audience. He’s painstakingly careful as he removes the bandages to reveal your cut. It looks far better than it had when it had been bleeding all over your car on the drive over, but Remus still coos like it's the most grievous injury he’s seen in his career. 
“Seven stitches?” His lips turn down into a pout. “What’d you do to yourself, dovey?” 
You see one resident’s eyebrows fly up at the sappy pet name, exchanging a look with the one next to him. 
“I was trying to cut up the squash I bought last week,” you explain, unsure if you’re supposed to be talking to the room but directing your words only to your boyfriend, “and my knife slipped. I was going to call you when it wouldn't stop bleeding, but my phone died. I didn’t have time to charge it before I came.” 
Remus makes a gruff, reluctant sound of approval. “Well, I’m glad you came but I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you. Did it hurt very badly?” 
“Not really,” you lie quietly, but one of the residents behind you goes, “Doctor Lupin, is that one of the necessary questions we’re meant to be asking?” 
You flush, and Remus shifts modes in an instant, his look severe as he turns on the smart aleck. “No,” he says drily. “But this is still the portion where you’re meant to be quiet.” 
You sort of feel for the resident as they nod abashedly. Remus countenance warms again as he turns back towards you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he says, still cradling your injured hand in his.
“It wasn’t too bad.”
“Baby.” Remus’ brows scrunch together, the sympathy in his eyes almost too much for you to bear. “I can tell you’ve been crying, darling.” 
“Remus,” you chide embarrassedly, looking again to the residents gathered behind him. 
“Ah.” He drops a hand to your knee for an apologetic squeeze, turning to face your observers with more of an authoritative air. “Go find somewhere else to be,” he tells them. 
They scatter like mice, and Remus huffs when the last one out doesn’t shut the curtain, stepping away from you to draw it closed himself. 
“Sorry, I sort of forget they’re there sometimes,” he explains, but he’s already doubling down on the sweetness now that they’re gone, bringing your injured palm to his lips for a very, very gentle kiss. “Did you cry while they stitched you up, honey?” 
You might cry again now if he keeps looking at you like that. “A little,” you admit. “I was being a tad dramatic.” 
“I doubt that,” he says, thumb stroking lovingly over the line of stitches before picking up the bandage and beginning to rewrap it. “Hand wounds are no light thing. It probably bled a lot, hm?”
“There may be some cleanup waiting for me in both the kitchen and my car,” you joke. Remus gives you a small smile for your efforts. 
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it when I get home.” He finishes bandaging your hand and leans in to kiss your cheek. When he pulls back, his eyebrows have bunched again. “You’ve got mascara tracks on your cheeks,” he murmurs, cupping your face and brushing his thumb over the plane of your cheekbone. “S’breaking my heart.” 
“Sorry,” you say bashfully, and he rolls his eyes at you, pecking you again on the cheek like he can’t help himself. 
“What’re you sorry for, hm? Well,” he seems to reconsider, “you ought to be sorry about your knife skills, but that’s an apology you owe yourself, not me. I’ll be stowing all the knives where you can’t reach them from now on, by the way.” 
“First you’ll have to deal with all the residents you just disillusioned,” you tease him back. “Seems like they used to think you were cool and blase, but not anymore.” 
Remus shrugs. “People are multifaceted. If they didn’t know that already, then I taught them something today after all.” He gives you another soft look, though it’s far less worried than the others had been. “My poor darling,” he laments, setting his hands on either side of you to plant one final kiss on your forehead. “Rest here for a bit, and I’ll come get you in a few minutes, yeah?” 
“Okay, thanks,” you agree readily, happy to have a ride home considering the state you left your car in. “Gonna go try to restore your street cred with the residents?” 
“Dove, don’t be silly,” he says on his way out. “They worship me.” 
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months
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the palace guards
kinktober, day seven
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a/n: i am completely and utterly in love with this au.
warnings: poly!royal guards!marauders x princess!reader, smut, established relationship, secret relationship, kissing, penetrative sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, just a tender moment in the middle of a fourway
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With a sweat-glazed forehead, you blinked up at the guard towering above your melted form in the tufted chair, his girth still snug inside of you as you clambered around him, a tender kiss to your flush cheek from one of the others at your side aided in speeding up your recovery from your second of many highs on your usual nightly visit from the castle’s uppermost security. 
Though as you laid there, panting to regain your breath, your right hand fluttered out to locate guard’s at your side, a solemn look washing over your blissed-out features. 
“What,” Remus placed a soft peck over your knuckles as he weaved his fingers with your own, “what is it, darling?”
Fuzzily tilting your head around to catch each of their eyes, you asked, “what if someone finds out?”
Tilting his head, James reached out and caressed your left cheek, “your highness, I promise you with every bone in my body that they won’t,” the soft swipe of his broad thumb across your cheekbone assisted in your digestion of his unwavering promise. 
“We are the security in this palace,” Sirius gazed down at you with a gentle tilt to his head, “you’re safe with us.”
“But what about when I no longer live here?” you felt your bottom lip begin to quiver, “I’m a princess, I can’t keep stalling marriage forever…”
“Then we will come with you,” Remus found your weary gaze, enclosing his other hand around yours as well, “or if it comes down to it and you wanna get away, leave this life behind forever, then we may or may not have already made a plan or two,” he added with a hopeful smile. 
“Nothing is gonna happen…” eyes still firm on you, Sirius turned his head to peck your leg still resting on his sturdy shoulders, the usual playful glint swiftly returning to his eye, “except of course this,” you let out a gasp as he suddenly rolled his hips, gently kickstarting his movements once more, “that’s gonna happen as much as you will let us,” he smirked, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. 
“Heavens,” a breathy moan rolled off your tongue as you soon watched James’ fingers reach down to rub lavish circles over your clit, “what have I gotten myself into with you guys….”
“Love,” Remus pointed out with an adoring smile, “that’s what,” one that you couldn’t help but mirror because of how accurate his doting statement was. 
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thewulf · 4 months
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You're A Joy || Remus Lupin
Summary: Request - Okay here is another one that is hella personal. Yesterday I was told that i convince people to not love me(kinda shocking and I’m still alittle confused). But what about Remus and reader being friends but clearly liking each other. But like the reader is constantly jokingly putting her self down and such... Read Rest Here
A/N: Made this a 3 x 1. The three times you don’t give yourself credit and the one-time Remus does something about it. Thank you for the request @loving-and-dreaming !!
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Y/N
Word Count: 3.6k+
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The Great Hall
You were sitting down at the end of the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall peacefully before the four boys, whom you really did grow to love over the years, swarmed all around you. Truly, the small smile that formed on your face was one of utter joy. The four of them had made the measly journey as a first year through the six years together an absolute joy. You’d have been lost without your girls, yes. But without the guys? Who knows what pure bliss felt like. What laughing until you had no air left in your lungs felt like. What a shoulder to cry on without an ounce of judgment felt like. You loved them all. But man, were they annoying sometimes.
“Where’s Lily?” James asked before his ass hit the seat bringing a soft smile to you face. A soft shake of your head let him know you didn’t have a clue where she was. You had to hand it to him though, the boy was persistent. Lily would surely give in one of these days. She was teetering on the edge of saying yes to your bemusement. You’d never thought she’d give in to James. But credit to him he finally listened to you after years of advice and slowly Lily was seeing the James you always saw.
“Not a clue Jamsie.” You looked up to him with a wry smile, “Why do you ask?” Playing coy with James was on of your favorite pastimes, truly.
He shrugged looking away, “Just curious I suppose.”
“Right. Just curious.” Nodding your head, you didn’t dare look over to the boy who always watched you with curiosity in his gaze. He was far too fucking handsome. With that light brown hair and those big brown eyes? How everybody wasn’t fawning over Remus was beyond you. Instead, they flocked to his much cooler friend Sirius. You just wish you had the courage to even hold a non-awkward conversation with the boy. Ever since you started crushing on him it’s like you forgot how to hold a normal conversation with the boy. You were able to fake it with the group but got squirrelly when it was just the two of you.
Sirius interrupted your endless stream of thoughts when he spoke up after a comfortable silence between the group, “Thanks for the homework help, Y/N.” Sirius spoke breaking you from the Remus spell that was taking over your bloody mind.
It was your turn to shrug it off, “Don’t mention it. Anybody would’ve helped.” You hummed continuing to look ahead and not any of them. You were never good at receiving compliments. It just didn’t come too terribly natural too you.
“I beg to differ. These idiots all but refused. You saved my ass. A true lifesaver.” He pressed singing your praises instead of dropping. Adding salt onto the wound he shot you a knowing wink.
He had a knowing smirk gracing his all too pretty face. Almost like he knew he caught you doing something, “Ah, yeah. Sure.” You once again tried brushing him off, but he wasn’t having it. Sirius never did what you wanted him to do. It’s like he was put on the earth to make you uncomfortable, to push your boundaries. A needed friend. A friend that helped you blossom.
He leaned forward deciding he wanted to press your buttons today. Afterall, Sirius knew that Remus was already in love with you. Hell, the entirety of Gryffindor and damn near the whole school knew the two of you were an item. The two of you were just clueless to it, for now. Sirius let it simmer for the better part of a year, but he couldn’t really take much more of the longing glances and the hopeless flirting that goes on between the two of you. He had to find a way to get one of you two stubborn heads to admit anything. He was on a one-man mission that everybody supported. Quite literally everybody. McGonagall checked in the other day. Even she too was getting tired of the puppy dog eyes between the pair.
“No, no jokes. What would we do without you Y/N?” He grabbed at your hand, “Everybody thinks its Remmy over there that keeps us together. But I think it’s you.”
You rolled your eyes snatching your hand away from the player boy, “Shut up Sirius.”
“He’s right, you know.” Remus spoke up earning a curious gaze from the other three boys. He was always the man of the fewest words. It was always like pulling teeth to get him to say more than ten words. But with you? You always seemed to be the exception. Words spilled out of his mouth when you were around. His own form of Kryptonite you seemed to be.
“You don’t have to be nice Rem.” You tried reasoning with him feeling your cheeks grow in shades of red.
James snickered, “It’s not being nice if it’s true.”
“Is it so hard to accept that you might just be great, love?” Remus added in a softer tone seeing that you were stuck in your own head.
You let out a sigh a tad overwhelmed by the four sets of eyes peering right at you, “Thanks. I guess. Now, let’s get to Potions. Don’t want to be late, Slughorn will have our heads.” You stood motioning them forward.
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Charms
“How in the hell are you so good at this?” James grumbled from the desk beside you. You heard Remus and Sirius laugh from the row behind the two of you.
Setting down your wand you turned to your Charms partner, “You know my mum went to Ilvermorny. They’re legendary at Charms Jamsie. Guess she passed some of that onto me.” You punched your best friend in the shoulder.
He grumbled reading the book once more trying to figure out the silly little charm that only you seemed to be able to pick up on the first try. Even Remus behind you was taking longer than normal to get the charm to actually work as intended.
Naturally, you had to show off a little to James and only irritate the boy further when you moved your journal with ease across the table. It wasn’t that it was a terribly hard charm, it’s that you were doing it without your wand. Your mum had taught you over the last few summers how to hone in the skill. That and working with Flitwick for a few years and you’d become a sort of charms pro. Going to class was simply a novelty at this point.
You knew you were going to do something with the skill. You hadn’t a clue what. You found you weren’t the best teacher so that was quickly out the window. If you couldn’t teach James then you weren’t going to cut it, even you knew that.
Flitwick walked over watching you closely. He knew you were a rare talent in the skill. Few witches or wizards could perform magic without a wand yet here you were doing it as if it was easy.
“Impressive as always Miss Y/L/N.” Flitwick interrupted your thoughts bringing the journal to a screeching halt.
You grinned at him, “Oh, it’s nothing.”
His eyes watched you curiously, “Surely, Mr. Potter here can’t say the same?”
James rolled his eyes grumbling something else, “No, course not. This stuff is impossible and you’re doing it without a wand?” James wanted to throw the book at you. So casually brilliant and without a damn clue. He wasn’t stupid. This stuff was supposed to come easy. It’s why he was in the class, an easy A. Yet here you were breezing past him without a second thought. He knew if he wasn’t helplessly in love with Lily you were close behind.
You shook your head, “Shush Jamsie.”
Flitwick laughed at the nickname, at the dichotomy between the two of you, “Have you thought more about what we spoke about earlier?” Flitwick turned his attention back to you.
Shaking your head quickly you answered him lowly, hoping your friends wouldn’t hear, “No, not really. I need to talk to my mum about it.”
He nodded curtly, “After the holiday’s we’ll discuss it further then?”
“Sure.” You answered quickly hoping and praying they hadn’t heard too much. But they had. All eyes were on you giving you all sorts of looks.
The second you were out of class the questions started from the guys, “What was he on about Y/N?” Sirius asked first not afraid to be a little bold.
“Who?” You decided to play dumb. Maybe they’d drop it.
Remus laughed knowing it would only piss him off more, “Shove off Moony.” Sirius pushed him lightly before turning his attention back to you, “Flitwick you idiot.”
“Idiot? That’s harsh Siri.” Giggling you tried your best to hide the contentment from your face.
Remus smiled, “You’re deflecting love.” Love, he always called you that. None of the other guys seemed to. Shit, you’d started to notice he didn’t call anybody else that. It was that something special between the two of you. That extra something that made you all kinds of nervous.
“Am I now Remmy?” You giggled with a lightness about you trying your best to get their minds off of Flitwick.
“Yes love, now spill.” He pressed knowing you’d fold under his gaze eventually.
You stuck your tongue out at him then the other two, “You’re all a bunch of grumps.”
“Yeah sure, go on then.” James agreed wanting to know. You knew as well as the rest there were hardly any secrets amongst the group.
You sighed knowing they’d never drop it. You’d have to spill, “There’s a position open for a bank as a curse breaker. Flitwick wants me to apply. Says I’ve got the job if I want it. Says he’s way up on the board or something like that.”
James’ jaw dropped while Sirius whistled, “Damn Y/N.”
“You’re going to take it right?” James asked with bug eyes, “Those jobs are as hard to come by as auror’s are.”
You shrugged, “Like I said, need to talk to mum about it.”
“You’re brilliant!” Sirius clapped your back as he always did when he got overexcited.
You chuckled shaking your head, “Hardly.”
James shook his head dramatically, “You freaking make magic with your mind. You’re a freaky freak. Brilliant hardly describes you Y/N.”
“Oh, bugger off.”
“You do that all the time, you know.” Remus hummed after a lull in conversation amongst friends.
“What?” You replied not expecting his answer.
“You never take a compliment. Never. Can’t you just accept that you’re a joy love?” The two boys kept their mouths shut as Remus leaned in, pressing on your tightly constructed walls.
You gave him a look before nodding, “Sure. Now lets go eat. I need to talk to Marlene about that Herbology assignment also.”
He knew you were deflecting. You always did. But sure, was more than nothing. He had to give you that. There was some sort of progress with you.
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Hogsmeade
You, Remus, Lily, and Marlene were enjoying a few beverages celebrating your first weekend out in Hogsmeade. James and Sirius were wrapping up quidditch practice leaving the four of you responsible for finding a table that the group could camp out in all day. It truly was your favorite way to spend a Saturday away from Hogwarts.
Marlene grabbed Lily pulling her down in the seat next to her, “You two sit across from us.” She gave you a knowing grin all but forcing the two of you to sit beside the other. Marlene was just as tired as Sirius was with the whole situation between the two of you. Neither of you had the courage to go for it and she was slowly losing it.
“Sure.” You smiled up at him trying your best to play it cool before shooting daggers at your supposed friend. You’d never grow tired of looking at the handsome boy who stood much, much taller than you.
He pulled the chair out for you motioning for you to sit first. Without much thought you sat down thanking him and turning to the other two who were both giving you that look.
“What?” You asked all but clueless to what the hell they were staring at.
Lily giggled before turning to Marlene who was shaking her head, “Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m going to go get us some drinks. Care to help Lily?”
“Absolutely my dear friend.” Lily followed Marlene quickly leaving the two of you to wait out Sirius and James.
“Didn’t give us much of choice then?” You sighed leaning back into the seat. Play it cool. That’s all you had to do. You could do it. It was just Rem. Your Remy guy.
He eased himself back to before turning his head towards you. A soft smile layered on his face as he took you in, “No, she didn’t. Don’t really mind though. Look at that line. They’ll be standing for a while.”
Your eyes followed his in curiosity, he was right. Rosmerta’s was popular. Especially on the day the students were allowed out, “Sucks to be them.” Nodding your head in agreement your eyes found his once more. A game of chicken commenced as you decided not to be the first one to look away. Little did you know Remus was thinking the same.
Fortunately for your awkward ass you were interrupted by the two other marauders, the troublemakers of the group. Remus sighed in annoyance hearing them before seeing them.
Your eyes widened in concern as your saw their torn-up state, “What happened to you two?” You cringed seeing Sirius bleeding from his shoulder and cheek. There was a bruise forming on James’ eye and somebodies blood coating his hand and arm.
“We’re fine. Just quidditch.” Sirius hummed taking a seat next to you while James sat next to Remus knowing where Lily was sitting based on the purse occupying the seat.
“Yeah Y/N. Completely fine.” James nodded in agreement.
Rolling your eyes you grabbed your wand, “I’d argue that any day. You’re never completely fine Jamsie.”
“Me too.” Remus added while snickering at your quick remark towards your longtime friend.
“Me three.” Sirius agreed throwing a wicked grin at James.
He groaned in annoyance, “You’re all bastards.”
“But you love us.” You added.
“Sometimes.” He nodded in agreement.
You turned towards Sirius looking over his injuries, “Here,” You grabbed at his face, “Look at me Siri.”
“I’m not dying Y/N.” He rolled his eyes trying his best to come off annoyed. But even he couldn’t deny he loved the care you so often showed towards him. He wasn’t used to somebody so nurturing. Often his cuts, bumps and bruises went unnoticed by his mother or father. But you picked up on everything. On each one of them. It’s how you found out Remus was a werewolf faster than any of them could expect. It was driving you mad in your third year, why was he always so cut up around the moon? Why was he always gone? Why were the rest of them secretly missing during those days too?
Your persistence paid off as James spilled the secret of them being animagi to help Remus during his transformations. Remus wasn’t mad, no. He rarely got mad. He was embarrassed. But as always your love showed him how much you didn’t care about his condition. That was the moment he knew he liked you, quite a bit. You were clueless for a while longer. Until Slughorn’s Amortentia positions class in sixth year. You all but blurted out that your cauldron smelled exactly as his cologne instead you made some bullshit up.
“No, but you’re bleeding. Don’t want that pretty face to scar now do we Siri?” Clicking your tongue, you dropped his face to grab the wand sitting at the table.
“You’re right, we wouldn’t want that darling.” He nodded closing his eyes letting you do your work.
You whispered a soft, “Secare Amendo.” Waving your wand at his cuts and bruises. It never ceased to amaze you how cut up the boys got after a practice. It was no wonder they went straight to Pomfrey after an actual match.
“There, as good as new pretty boy.” You patted his head before leaning back in your seat once more.
He grinned, “That’s why you’re my favorite.”
“I’m ignoring that.” James glared at Sirius before eyeing you, “What about me Y/N?”
“What about you Jamsie?” You asked knowing how to drive him up a wall.
Scrunching his nose he answered, “Will you please heal me too?”
You nodded leaning over Remus before doing the same, “All you had to do was ask Jamsie.” Which earned a laugh from the entire group.
“Beauty, brains and your funny. A triple threat.” Sirius spoke first.
Shaking your head quickly you forgot about Remus’s reminder to you earlier, “You flatter me Sirius Black.”
He shrugged your comment off, “Would you just take the compliment, for once?” Sirius challenged you. As he always did. Your biggest advocate. Your biggest headache.
“Thank you Sirius.” You replied to him knowing it was just easier.
“Now, was that so hard?” Remus added. All three of you gave him a shocked expression for being so… brazen about it.
You wanted to look away but something in his eyes told you not to, “I suppose not.”
He nodded not super satisfied with the way the conversation was unfolding, “I wish you’d see we see in you. What I see in you.” He added with a whisper.
Sirius nodded at James, “We’re going to help the girls with the drinks.”
“Oh, you don’t need to.” You attempted to stand before Remus grabbed at your hand.
“Let them, I want to talk to you.”
Your heart rate involuntarily kicked it up a notch, “You do?”
“I do, be honest with me, alright?” He didn’t drop your hand but gave it a squeeze instead. He waited for some sort of acknowledgement. After giving him a head nod you waited for him to continue, “Why? Why don’t you…” He trailed off not finding the right words.
“Why don’t I what?” You had a thought of where he was going but needed him to confirm it.
Remus sighed knowing the words might hurt you, “Why don’t you love yourself? Like we do. I said it before and I’ll say it again, you’re a joy. An absolute joy love.” He rambled knowing what he said probably hurt. But he needed to dig. To break down your iron walls you’d had up for so long.
It did hurt. But was he wrong? Did you even like yourself? Nothing went wrong in your childhood. You had loving parents and the normal thing plus being magical might’ve put a little strain on your muggle father, but it was never anything he couldn’t handle. He knew what he was getting into when he married your crazy American mum. You were truly a rare bread. A dirty half breed from an American commoner or so Sirius’s lovely mother had called you to your face in fourth year. If she had the gall to say that you could only imagine what she said behind closed doors. No wonder Sirius needed to get away. Thank God for James and his parents. It was a marvel Sirius turned out as kind as he was after being raised by the Black’s.
You looked away from him, “I don’t know Rem.”
He mimicked your actions from earlier grabbing at your face and gently pointing it towards him, “Look at me.” Which, of course, sent your heart into a tailspin, “Would you try, for me?”
“Try?”
“Being kinder to yourself. It hurts me when your like that to yourself. It hurts when the person you love and adore can’t see what I see.” He was speaking fast, nervous as could be.
“Love and adore?”
“Yes.” He spoke quickly, it was out there now.
“Me?”
“Yes.” He dropped your face in favor of your hands. Giving them a squeeze, “Sirius was right. Incredibly beautiful. Smartest witch in our class. Funniest person I know. A triple threat. It’s amazing somebody hasn’t grabbed your attention. You’re incredible. A wonderful human. An utter joy. My love.” He added.
Your heart was hammering in your chest. Damn. It’s not what you expected but you couldn’t say you were upset. No, this felt like a dream.
“Are you sure?” You added once more.
He groaned, “Y/N. We just talked about this. Yes. You love. You’re exceptional. Try to see what I see. Please?”
You nodded finally processing his words, “I like you too, quite a bit.”
He laughed softly giving your hands a gentle squeeze, “Well that’s good. Considering what I just told you.” He smiled, “But, I need you to answer my question. Will you try? Please Y/N.”
“Of course, I’ll try. Just, be patient with me?”
He nodded back at you pulling you closer on the bench seat, “Yes love. Always.”
“Can’t believe you actually like me.” You echoed back at him still not believing it fully. Had he made it obvious? Put it out there and you were clueless?
“Thought I made it obvious love. Can I ask you one more thing?” He searched your eyes.
“Yeah, anything.”
He smiled adoring the trust you seemingly had in him, “Would you go on a date with me? A proper date to Hogsmeade. Without the guys. And the girls. Just you and me?”
“I’d love to.” You’d answered all too excitedly.
He let of a sigh of utter relief, “That’s a relief. How’s next Saturday sound?”
“Sounds like a date.” You grinned feeling the usual nerves suddenly vanish. It felt like old times between the two of you. Two kids getting to know each other. Willing to explore more. Understand each other further and deeper. God, you couldn’t wait.
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ddejavvu · 1 year
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for multiverse monday! i feel like modern remus would so many videos and pictures of you guys fucking on his phone. not to like post anywhere just for his own eyes. and he randomly sends you them and asks ‘can we recreate this?’
this post is 18+, minors dni.
"I dunno," Remus grunts, tapping the photos app on his screen, "'S in here somewhere. It'll take some digging, mate."
"I'll wait patiently," Sirius vows, and Remus knows it's an immediate lie. Why the man desperately needs a zoomed-in picture of James's face from the chin-up, he's not sure. But Remus has a strong suspicion of blackmail, after all, there's a reason he has it saved, too.
Upon opening his photos app, poor, unsuspecting Sirius is immediately victim to a barrage of nude photos. He's not exactly repulsed by your naked body, but you're his friend's girlfriend, and it seems wrong to like it. His eyes widen and he glances away, if only for fear of Remus smacking him upside the head.
"Oh." Remus hums, thumb twitching against the screen to scroll it upwards, "There, you can look- wait, not yet."
Sirius sighs as he turns too fast, catching a glimpse of your breasts. They looked stained with something he doesn't want to think too hard about.
"Okay," Remus elbows him, "You're good now."
He's not.
It can't be more than three seconds before another thumbnail pops up, this time a close-up of Remus's cock glistening with your slick, buried inside your cunt as far as it'll go. It's obscene, something straight out of a porno, and Sirius nearly chokes on his own saliva.
"Jesus," Remus scoffs, "Just- just look away. I'll tell you when I find it."
Sirius is halfway through nodding vigorously, head buried in his hands when Remus speaks again.
"That's- Hold on, that's a good one. I'm gonna-"
Dove, he types, a photo of your cheek bulging with the head of his cock attached to the message, Let's recreate this tonight?
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vxntagedior · 1 year
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if i ever talk to you that way
summary | remus is concerned about the reaction you gave to him after he pulled a prank on you, based on this tiktok
pairing | dealer!remus lupin x fem!reader
warning | angst, fluff, grumpy/sunshine, mentions of slapping
word count | 1.0k
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Profanities weren’t anything new to Remus, they had been integrated into his vocabulary since he could remember. Along with that, hearing him swear wasn’t anything new to you, you heard it constantly when he talked to people who came to buy from him. 
But that tough personal, would wash away whenever he was around you. The brute dealer who turns into mush when he’s around you. Remus liked to keep you and the rest of his world separate, he didn’t want you around all the stuff he did, and made a promise to himself that he would never talk to you the way he would talk to the deadbeats who came to buy. 
James and Sirius made fun of him constantly, saying that he was just puddy whenever you were around. And each time, he’d curse them out saying they would be the same if they had someone like you in their life.
He couldn’t taint someone like you when his profession, constantly Remus thought if you were truly right in the mind being with him, and though hearing you reassure him endlessly, making sure you told him ‘I love you’ at least once a day, Remus still couldn’t believe what he ever did to deserve you. 
Remus lavished you, made sure you had everything you wanted and more, because he was happy when you were happy. 
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“Fuck off!” Remus swore at his best friend (even though you were his actual best friend). “I’m not doing that to her.”
James and Sirius had met you a handful of times and they could tell how sweet Remus was on you, and after seeing how Remus acts around everyone else, they wanted to do a little test. 
Sirius was the first to think of it. He remembered how you liked making dinner for Remus when he came home. Remus never asked, never requested anything, just eating whatever you made because he hadn't had a home cooked meal in a long time. 
James had practically set up the whole situation, when he came home, calling you a bitch, while asking you what's for dinner. Remus stared in horror at his friends, he couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t call any bad name. Both boys were even shocked when Remus agreed, though they now owe Remus something in the future. 
Driving home that night, Remus contemplated actually going through with it. He loved you and could never do that to you, but he truly wanted to see how you would react to him. 
Pulling into the driveway, turning the engine off, Remus’s hands were still on the steering wheel. Seeing the curtains open, letting him look through the window, seeing you in the kitchen, moving around the kitchen, prepping for dinner. 
“She’s tough.” He muttered to himself, Remus taught you to make sure to stand up for yourself, making sure you don’t take shit from anyone. “She’ll put me in my place.”
Hearing the door open, and the footsteps coming closer and closer, just as you were about to speak, Remus beat you to it.
“Bitch, what’s for dinner?” Remus was already wincing at his tone. 
Your eyes widened, turning away from the stove to face him. Remus watched the hopeful glimmer in your eye fade away, your entire face fallen. Composing yourself together, not wanting to cry in front of him, you answered meekly. 
“Grilled cheese.” It came out as a whisper, letting the air travel your words. 
Just for a split second, Remus looked at you before his eyes softened. You had looked scared of him, your body was shielding itself from him. 
“If I ever.” Remus started, trying not to have his voice waver, he felt terrible in that moment, not being the person he promised you would be, because right now, you looked scared of him. “Ever, talk to you that way, you smack me right across the face.”
Your eyes finally shifted to his, hearing the sincere voice in his voice, the pleading look in his eyes, just wanting to say something to him. 
“Okay?” He finished, still not hearing a word from you, scared to death that you’d just leave him in the kitchen alone. 
“Okay.” You answered, still in that soft voice, like you were scared to raise your voice any louder. 
Remus strided across the kitchen, coming up to you, pulling you into him. Tightly wrapping his arms around you, your face pressed against his chest. Finally feeling you wrap your arms around him, he let out a deep breath, one that he didn’t know what he was holding. 
Pulling away from you, bringing his hand up to your face, thumb tucked under your jaw, the rest of his hand resting against your cheek, caressing your skin softly. 
“Do it.” He whispered. You looked back up at him confused, “Smack me.”
“Rem I can’t do that.” You shook your head rapidly, “It’s okay, I understand but-”
“Please.” He closed his eyes, “For a split second, you looked scare of me, I never want to make you scared of me again.”
You never answered, Remus closing his eyes awaiting his fate. Feeling a small brush against his cheek, he peeked open his eyes, “You practicing?”
He tried to lighten up the situation.
“I did it, I slapped you.” You answered. 
“Love, you brushed your fingers against my cheek.” He closed his eyes, a grin forming on his lips. 
“That was.” You protested, not wanting to argue, he just agreed, finally unwrapping his around you. 
“You okay dove?” He asked, not wanting to leave the situation with unanswered questions, “You know I’d never intentionally wanted to do that to you, James and Sirius thought of the idea.”
“Seems like them.” You hummed, turning back flipping your grilled cheese, smiling at the little charred pieces. 
Coming up behind you, Remus rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple. 
“Do I still get dinner?” 
Twisting your head to the side, he looked like a puppy who had been caught clawing at the couch. 
“Of course.” You pressed a kiss to his chin, “Can never stay mad at you.”
fin.
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soulscryer · 2 months
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1700's!Remus Lupin x fem!reader ༊ 1.6k
Considering you’d known Lily for so long, perhaps you should have met some of her friends before now and not for the first time on her wedding day. But they’d all always seemed so sure of themselves, so boisterous. And half of the time, the group of boys her husband hung around with were causing mischief.
The kind that caused your parents to encourage you away from their company. But they were across the pavilion socialising with all the other adults their age. And a few your age who were looking to worm their way up in business endeavours.
“I was wondering where you’d escaped to,” Lily cried as she appeared by your side. In one hand she cradled a flute of sparkling water, the other rising to link your arms together.
“Not far. I wouldn’t miss your wedding, Lily,” you assured her.
She hummed, lifting her drink to her lips. There was a fading stain of lipstick on the glass that renewed itself as she drank.
“Tell me you’ve been socialising and haven’t made a pariah of yourself,” Lily pleaded, nudging her shoulder against yours.
Stumbling a little against her easy weight, you were careful not to plant your heels down on the hem of her white dress. Ruining her wedding dress would be an excellent way to secure yourself a reputation as a social recluse.
“No, I was talking to James just a minute ago. All he seemed able to say is how much he loves you and how beautiful you are." Her cheeks flushed at your words, turning almost as crimson as her hair. “Please don’t be a blushing bride, we both know you’re not," you chide.
Lily’s lips parted into a grin. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Despite her words the hand holding her flute of sparkling water came to rest in front of her stomach. To anyone not in the know it would appear as a lazy relaxing of her posture and not the gesture it was.
But you’d been in the room that morning when her friend, Marlene, had to let out some of the dress to make room for the small bump protruding from Lily's stomach.
“I’m sure you don’t. But you don’t think anyone will do the math and realise you got pregnant before the wedding, do you?” You ask, concerned for the potential scorning of your friend.
It wasn’t that you weren’t concerned for James either—he seemed to be very kind even if a little more than outgoing at times. Rather you knew he’d be praised in the light of it all: taking a woman to bed before marrying her and knocking her up no less. All the while Lily would be ruined in name and scorned by all social circles.
“No, it’ll all be fine,” Lily said, squeezing your linked arm tight. “I’m not sure I care all that much anyway. It’s not like the baby is the reason we got married.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean to suggest that.”
“I know you didn’t, don’t worry yourself. Besides, as long as James and I, and the people we care for know the truth, what does it matter what everyone else says?”
With a grin, you nod once. “Not a penny.”
“Precisely,” she hummed. “Oh, hey, James found Remus and Sirius. Come say hello with me?”
Following her eye line you find James standing with two other men in fine suits.
One seemed to be telling an anecdote that set James off laughing. His black hair was longer than most men around town tended to fashion, and rings adorned almost every one of his fingers.
The other had softer brown hair and, regardless of the paleness of the dark-haired man beside him, a pallor complexion. He leaned heavily on a cane and when he laughed too it looked as though the action caused him some pain.
“I ought to go touch up my hair, Lily,” you say, unlinking your arms to excuse yourself.
Turning to gauge your appearance, Lily reaches to smooth away a stray hair with her now free hand. “Nonsense, you look perfect. Come say hello.”
Combining her authoritative tone, soft grin, and white gown, you were reminded that not only was it her wedding day, but she was one of your best friends. Thus you felt compelled to comply. It would appear rude otherwise.
Following this train of thought you trailed a few steps behind her, crossing the pavilion to her new husband and his unruly friends.
As Lily arrived at James's elbow he seemed to illuminate.
“There you are, my love,” you hear him say, pulling her into his arms.
They seemed content to converse with his friends that way—her back to his chest, both of his hands cradling one of hers between them.
Lily, however, doesn’t forget your presence and uses her flute-holding hand to gesture to you. “You boys haven’t met Y/N yet, have you?”
“I have,” James supplies, taking a small step back with Lily to allow you into their circle of conversation.
“Well, Remus and I haven’t,” the dark-haired boy counter-acts, giving you a roguish grin. “Hey, sweetheart, I’m Sirius.”
The top buttons of his shirt were undone, allowing a swirl of black ink to show through, and he seemed to have forgone a waistcoat. The outer-most layer he wore was a black tailcoat.
“Remus,” the one leaning on a cane offers, smiling far more subtly with the corners of his mouth.
Aside from James in his prim wedding clothes, Remus was perhaps the most tidily dressed. Although simultaneously the least lavish. His waistcoat and tailcoat were similar shades of deep brown—like the mud of a forest or dark chocolate.
In a distasteful thought that you were quick to banish, you couldn't help but wonder if it would hurt the scars lining his skin if he were to give you a true smile. And then you wonder how he came to be painted in them.
“It’s nice to meet you,” you return, offering them both a small smile.
The fold of your skirt worked to conceal your hands as you clasped them in front of you, listening half-heartedly as the conversation picked itself back up as if you and Lily had been there the whole time.
She seemed to glow in James’s presence and James seemed to bask in the warmth of it. And you wondered how Lily had ever thought she wouldn’t end up with James. To you, it seemed as right as a spring shower or a winter snow.
“Did you want a drink?” someone asks and you jolt back to reality to learn you’d somehow lost track of the conversation and Remus had moved closer to you. All but the two of you held a flute of drink. Remus was leaning to speak so close to your ear.
“I’m alright, thank you.”
Remus nods, tilting his head as to see you better and you turn slightly, closing yourself off from the main conversation.
“You and Lily are close?” he asks.
You press your lips together. “Very. She’s my version of James if that makes any sense.”
“I think so,” Remus hums. He mulled over his words before speaking again. “It’s a pity we haven’t met before considering the two of you are so close. I’m sorry for it.”
You can’t help but raise your eyebrows at his statement. “Don’t be. It’s not like there hasn't been ample opportunity for me to come along to one of your shindigs. I just never agreed.”
“And I suppose a wedding is far more dignified than a shindig,” he grins, mimicking your vocabulary.
“I should hope so.”
Remus nods his head as you speak. It doesn’t get past you how beautiful he is, especially as the sun begins to set and throw a golden blanket over everyone and everything.
His long eyelashes were as wasted on a man as ever, framing hazel eyes that shone the colour of honey in the light. Even with his pale complexion which was almost sickly, he managed to look flush with life.
A bump in his cheek protruded at the corner of his lip as though his tongue was pressed against the inside of his mouth.
“We’ll have to remedy that,” Remus spoke. “I’m sure I’d like to see you again—and not next at their child's first birthday or another mutual friend's wedding.”
It was impossible not to laugh lightly at the sorrow in his voice at the prospect of it being a year and seven months before you saw each other next.
“Sirius is throwing James and Lily a picnic when they return from their honeymoon, celebratory of their return. Will you be there?”
“I don’t think I have been invited,” you admit. “And I’m not sure I’d like to intrude either.”
Remus frowned. “It’s not intruding if we’d all like you there. Lily talks of you often, and fondly. You’ve got us all curious, and I have to admit I am even more so now that we’ve met.”
Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you glance over to the happy couple who are gazing at each other with stars in their eyes. Marlene had joined you all and she and Sirius both seem to be appraising the same lady.
“At least think about it?” Remus suggests, drawing your attention back to him.
And it becomes impossible to say no when he leans closer into your space.
“You’ll have to write me the time and place,” you tell him.
“A formal invitation will arrive in the mail tomorrow,” he responds. “Must I limit my writings to just the invitation or can I write otherwise, too?”
His boldness surprises you, and it seems to shock him too for a dusting of pink blooms across his face.
“Only if I can write back,” you can’t help but reply, eyes darting away and missing the wolfish grin that pulls his lips apart and crinkles his eyes.
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pasukiyo · 5 months
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YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MINE MASTERLIST
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royalty au. remus lupin x princess!reader. multi-part series. fluff. angst. smut.
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| PROLOGUE - the princess is to be betrothed soon. but she's still so, so young, she has yet to even see the world! how can she marry a man she doesn't love, much less a man she has never even met? meanwhile, the full moon is in two weeks and remus is in the most pain he's ever felt. how much longer does he have to suffer, how much longer until the pain fades away?
| CHAPTER ONE - lord sirius is visiting the castle! the princess is more than enthusiastic to see her dear friend again but brunch doesn't go quite the way she planned, and now all she wants is to disappear, to run away and leave everything behind. remus belongs nowhere-- the forest is all he has ever known.
| CHAPTER TWO - she never was able to speak to sirius. the king and queen confront her about her behavior but it only ends up blowing up in her face, leaving her feeling worse than when she started. she convinces marlene to let her sneak away so she can clear her head, so she can think... remus doesn't understand what it is he's feeling in the presence of this strange woman...
| CHAPTER THREE - she's wonderstruck. some may call her foolish for being so infatuated with a man she hardly knew, but he made her so curious. curious about him, the world, about what could be. and she makes remus just as curious. but when he finds out about her upcoming betrothal, he isn't quite sure how to feel...
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sumsumstrashbin · 6 months
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Hiya! I’m from Wattpad. I have a oneshot request. Could you write a Remus oneshot where the reader is either James or Sirius’ sister and she’s a werewolf too, she doesn’t know Remus is and Remus doesn’t know she is, but one day, she forgets to cover the scars on her face and she’s partnered with Remus in potions and he notices them, knowing how she got them. Then after class he confronts her about it and she replies stating that she didn’t want him to have to deal with her problems too because she cares so much about him, and then they confess? if this is too detailed I’m sorry its just hoe my brain works I don’t request often and I’s write this myself but I have so many other ideas rn. Also do you post the oneshots both here and Wattpad?
𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ~ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐡𝐢, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞! 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝!
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏.𝟑𝐤
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬?
𝐚/𝐧: 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬
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Last night was that time of the month. A night that was always followed by exhaustion and frustration. As the full moon shined bright, your body underwent your second excruciatingly painful transformation into the form of a werewolf. 
Two months ago, in the summer before your last year at Hogwarts, you got bitten. You were out in the back garden of your home, relaxing beneath the moonlit sky when a werewolf approached. Everything was a blur, and all you could remember was James’ voice as he casted numerous combat spells to get rid of it. 
As of now, your brother James and your parents were the only ones that knew of your lycanthropy. He didn’t want to expose your secret to Remus, and he didn’t want to expose Remus’ secret to you, so he refrained from asking him for help. It was hard for James to decide not to join the rest of the Marauders on full moons, as they would always accompany Remus as their animagi during his transformations, however he chose to stay by your side instead. Last month, he prepared his plan a few days prior, acting sick so that he could have an excuse on the night of the full moon.
Now that school started, it was harder for him to think of an excuse to not join them. Last night he told them that he got detention with Filch, which they barely believed, because if one of them got detention, all four of them did. 
It was the morning after, and you were running late to class. Exhaustion was taking its toll on you as you rushed off to potions, still half asleep. You hardly managed to put your tie on correctly, adjusting it as you quickly took your seat in the classroom. 
“Miss Potter. You’re just in time. You’ll be partnered with Lupin for this month’s project. Please join him at his table.” Professor Slughorn spoke.
“Yes, Professor.” You answered, moving your books over to the table that Remus was sitting at.
Remus looked at you, offering you a polite smile. “Good morning, Y/n.”
You hung around the Marauders very often, as James would bring you along with him whenever he’d see them. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get roped into their pranks somehow. You were always closest to Remus, as he was the easiest to speak to about anything. He was the only one out of the group other than James that you’d spend time with alone, studying together or having butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. Despite your closeness, he never confessed his lycanthropy to you, and you hadn’t confessed yours out of fear of burdening him.
“Morning.” You replied, covering your mouth to yawn.
He turned his head to look at you, his heart sinking as he saw the scars on your face. Your transformation from the previous night had taken a serious toll on you, and your rush to get to class caused you to completely forget to cover them. Despite his immediate recognition of what they meant, he didn’t let it show on his face.
“You seem tired. Did you get any sleep?” He inquired, pulling out a chocolate bar from his pocket.
“It was a long night. I was studying.” You answered.
“Studying? This early in the school year? That’s not like you at all.” He teased, offering you the chocolate. "Have some chocolate. You'll feel better."
“Thanks." You took a pieceI’m getting a head start. I’m gonna be ahead of the game this year.” 
“Right. We’ll see how long this new you lasts.” 
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After Slughorn’s dismissal of the class, you gathered your books and walked out with Remus.
“May I ask you about something, Y/n?” Remus queried, walking beside you.
“Of course. Anything.”
He looked around, making sure the coast was clear before taking your hand before pulling you into an empty classroom. You looked at him in confusion, setting your books down on a desk.
“Those scars. On your face. What happened?”
You swallowed nervously, raising a hand to feel your cheek. Your stomach sank as you realised that you forgot one crucial step in your routine this morning.
“I don’t want to worry you, Remus. It’s nothing.” You spoke.
“You’re worrying me by not telling me. Please, Y/n. Let me help you.” He took your hand from your face, holding it in his own.
“I…I don’t know where to start.” You kept your eyes down, staring at the floor in shame.
“How long?” He questioned.
“What?” You looked up at him, furrowing your brows.
“How long ago were you bitten?”
“How did you know?”
“You look completely drained, there are scars on your face, James has spent two full moons in a row away from us, and I noticed the mark on your arm during class. Your sleeve was riding up while you were taking notes.” He answered, still holding your hand.
Your eyes widened briefly, and you could feel your stomach turning uneasily. Had it been that obvious? Could everyone else tell too?
“Nobody would know unless they knew what to look for.” He said after a moment, almost as if he had read your anxious thoughts.
“But you know what to look for?” You asked.
“I do.” Silence hung in the air for a few moments, before he spoke again, soft and earnestly. “I do because I’m a werewolf too.”
His confession brought both shock and relief to you, and you couldn’t deny the urge to pull him into an embrace, so you did. He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and allowing you to bury your face into his chest. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I know how terrible it is. Especially in the beginning. I’m so sorry.” He rested his cheek on your head, sighing deeply.
“How long?” You asked, pulling your head away slightly to look up at him.
“I was four.” He answered, a hint of sadness in his voice.
“Here I was, not telling you because I didn’t want you to have to deal with my problems too. I care too much about you to burden you with my own issues.”
“I care too much about you to let you deal with things on your own. You could never burden me. I had a suspicion, you know. Somehow I felt it. I should’ve asked you sooner. I could’ve helped you in some way.” He replied with a trace of guilt in his tone. 
“That’s not your fault, Remus. I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t want you to look at me differently, either.”
“I suppose that's the reason I kept it from you, too. I didn’t want you to look at me differently.” He admitted, releasing you from his arms. 
“At least now we don’t have to deal with it alone. We have each other.” You smiled at him.
“Your brother, Sirius, and Peter have helped me through countless transformations. If you’re comfortable with it, I think it’s a good idea for you to join us on full moons. It makes a world of a difference, knowing that there are people supporting you.”
You nodded, feeling a weight lift off of your shoulders. “I think I will.”
There was a brief moment of silence between you two, as Remus mustered up the courage to say what he so desperately wanted to say.
“There’s something else I’d like to confess, Y/n.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t just care about you as a friend. My feelings for you run deeper than that. I’ve admired you for a long time now, and I care about you more than I can express. I realised that as I saw your scars this morning.” He reached out with a gentle hand, cupping your cheek. ”I want to be there for you, always.”
“Remus…” You spoke, hesitantly but with certainty. “I feel the same way. I never thought I’d find someone that understands me as deeply as you do.”
"And please, don't think that I'm judging your scars. I only took note of them because I knew what they meant. Trust me, you're as beautiful as ever." He smiled warmly, before closing the gap between the two of you to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “Merlin, James is going to kill me.”
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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year
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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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btsbabe7 · 3 months
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November Prompt 28: Moonlight
Words: 1.7k | Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader
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Most nights, when the chaos of the others had become too much, you’d sneak out for walks. The only places you could manage without being caught were The Great Hall, the common room or the library, and most were empty at night anyways.
Tonight was different, usually you’d sneak out alone in the graces of James’ invisibly cloak; however, you never expected to cross a lounging Remus on the way out. Well, you had no intentions of actively crossing him, but you’re sure you’ve bumped something that grabbed his attention tonight, or he simply just knew your secret routine.
“Sneaking out again, are we?”
“I just want to see the world… or the castle at least,” you whine sarcastically.
He closes a Defense Against the Dark Arts book that has been nudged between his fingers for days now. You can even see the indents between his fingers where the weighted book cover and pages had lain for much too long.
“I’ll join you. And no time for protesting,” he sighs. “I get enough of that from Sirius and James, even Peter now.”
“If you insist,” you whisper and pull the cloak back just enough to let your curls out. They’re still damp from your shower and removing your plaits, but they always dried faster the more you wandered through the castle. “But Remus, I must warn you that the library can be very boring at night, even for people like us.”
He takes a step closer, tucking his book somewhere on the mantle behind you with a smile.
“Then we shall explore the grounds then. Outside?”
You smirk to hide the joyous feelings bursting inside of you. Finally a real adventure and not alone. And going out with Remus would be of no harm since you always find yourself around him, courtesy of your older brother, James.
It doesn’t take long for you to realize that Remus is waiting for you to lead the way. Under the veil of the cloak, you both wander out of the common room and down into the long, dark corridors. No one can see you under the cloak, shoulder to shoulder with him. No one can see a map in Remus’ hand that opened at his touch just before the both of you mindlessly rushed towards a hidden passageway leading out of the castle, just near the greenhouses, for a lick of freedom.
The moment the late autumn wind sweeps over you, both warm and cool, you feel a sense of relief. Enough to bring the cloak just onto the shoulders of you and Remus.
In the distance, there are twinkling lights and bright stars in the sky. There’s the sound of whatever leaves are left on the trees being plucked by the wind, swept up and crashing onto the ground with their former friends. A vicious cycle.
You can see the darkened clouds splotched near the moon. The moon is only a bit more than a sliver, but you wouldn’t dare journey out if it were full. And in the distance, you can make out the outline of the Whomping Willow, a ghastly and dangerous plant that should certainly be nowhere near students.
“We can’t possibly be going there.”
“We are. It’s safe, I promise,” Remus assures, being you a firm glance to accompany his words.
And you trust him, you always have.
As you two approach the tree, there’s a stillness in the air that lasts for only a moment before the branches stretch out towards the moon in a whipping snap. Within a second, Remus readies his wand, firmly casts Immobulus, and the stir of violent branches instantly freeze into place.
“Come on,” he chuckles, quite amused by your awe in the simplest of things. He grabs your hand and follows you into the crawl space under the tree.
There isn’t much light until he casts Lumos and with that, you know it’s safe here.
“Where are we going exactly?” You inquire as you follow him through the tunnel.
“The Shrieking Shack.”
“Rumors say that place is haunted.”
He stops short, turning to you in the light of his wand and the walls of the tunnel. You take in his scars, once violently slashed across his face, but very faint now. They were something you knew him to be insecure about, but you never minded. And up close, you can see the way his skin has fused with them, how they’ve permanently become a part of him. You reach up to caress his cheek, just to touch him, and he doesn’t even flinch. There’s actually a softness that quickly overcomes him when he gazes down at you and you, up at him. You’ve been close to Remus, but never close enough to smell the sweetness of chocolate that lingers on his breath and surely not close enough for his lips to part above yours. Your eyes begin to flutter closed in comfort, but the coolness of his smirk widens them back.
“We should get going. It’s cold down here, we should get you warmed up.”
You want to grab the collar of his hoodie that he’s been wearing long before you found him perched on the couch in the common room. There’s no way he didn’t feel the electricity between the two of you, but a rumbling above the ground snatches your thoughts and you return to reality.
“It’s just a storm rolling in,” he states.
You hadn’t noticed that after the encounter, his hand had found yours, partially in your hand and partially on your wrist. Maybe he detected a spike in your pulse at the sudden noise or he really knows you more than he lets on.
At the clearing of the tunnel, you and Remus climb through a hinged door, then through the doors of the old abandoned house. Tattered wallpaper has been peeling off the walls for decades, revealing weathered wooden slats within the walls. There’s an old mattress on the holey floorboards, but newer blankets, sheets and pillows on top of it. Glass from an old window hardly glistens in the distance, covered in dirt and dust. The window itself has been patched up with boards and rusty nails older than your own existence. And the dusty floors have scars long and deep carved into the wood.
“I’ve been coming here a lot. I’m sure James has mentioned it,” he says bluntly, voice fading somewhere in the background.
“I didn’t want to believe it… that you have to manage something so painful all alone.”
The floor squeaks against the weight of his thin frame and he comes back with handfuls of chocolates.
“My secret stash. Have to keep it in a trunk to keep the creatures out. Though, I don’t see them much now that I’ve been here and decorated the place.”
You smile, biting back a small giggle.
He steps closer, in front of you now. His eyes are full and attentive.
“Close your eyes, alright? I want you to try something.” You hear the rustling of a wrapper the moment you close your eyes for him. “And open your mouth,” he adds sweetly.
And you do.
You hum softly, mouth watering at the sudden taste of perfect bitterness and sweetness. The sweetness melts against the warmth of your tongue, some sort of chocolate you don’t recognize from Honeydukes or the trolley ride over breaks. Without realizing it, you’re backing towards the mattress in the corner next to the fireplace. Remus had lit it at some point and only your nose recognized the pinch of burning firewood.
“Don’t open just yet,” he whispers, voice echoing through your ear canal like a rubber ball in a young muggle’s hands, like pure bliss.
His hands gliding over your shoulder blades are enough to make you want to steal a peak at him, but you fight your instincts. You allow yourself to feel the goosebumps pricking against your chilled skin from the trace of the pads of his fingertips. Though, with his breath this hot on your neck, you’re nowhere near freezing.
“Remus,” you moan. He only hums in return. After all, what can he say when you’re already falling apart under his grasp. “Kiss me…”
There’s a moment of silence. A moment when his touch melts into your skin under your chin and he gently tilts your head back. Nothing comes until you open your eyes. You’ve never seen a man so perfect. You can see it in his heavy, yearning eyes, all the ways you can have him in your grasp.
Nearly any time passes before he delves into you, planting a heavy, openmouthed kiss against your lips, tasting the sweet aftertaste of chocolate on your tongue. You toss the cloak down, your robe, wand and short set pajamas follow until you’re standing half naked in front of the man you snuck out with. Remus can’t process it, can’t help but lie you down on the old mattress he’s slept on alone almost a month ago and many months before.
In the coolness of the room, you feel nothing but warmth with Remus’ hands and lips on you. Your moans faltering under the soft crackling of the fire and his own chuckling.
When he returns to you, he’s still in complete awe, stroking your cheek softly and playing with strands of your hair as you stare up at him. And when you finally allow your gaze to wander past him, just through a sliver in the ceiling and beyond the storm, you can see a waxing gibbous in the night sky so vividly. You stare at the moon, taking in the small dark spots visible from Earth’s view. You know that in just a few days, you’ll be seeing this view from inside the safety of the castle. You pull Remus closer in your arms, mindlessly stroking his hair at the thought of you sneaking out to the library or Great Hall while he lied here alone waiting for the moon the fade out and overtake him.
“Remus,” you yawn.
“Mhm.”
“Just promise me that once you’re back, we’ll take another walk under the moon.”
He sits up onto his elbow and brings your gaze back towards him.
“I promise,” he replies and pulls you into a tender kiss under the moonlight.
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propertyofrjl · 1 year
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Can't stop thinking about Priest!Remus, but make it Sub!Priest!Remus.
Cause don’t get me wrong I love the innocent!reader with priest!remus, who loves corrupting us.
But what about temptress!reader/demon!reader. Who’s ready to corrupt him and show him how good it feels to kneel at the altar of lust.
Listening to him mutter and pathetically whine out prayers he hopes will save him from damnation as you ride his pretty cock.
And he just can’t function, his brain numb, cause he’s never felt so good in his life, and that look in your eye tells him he’s doing something right, and the way your fluttering around his cock and the pretty noises your making, he knows he’ll go to hell, but maybe you’re worth it
Anyway that’s where my brain was today, what about you?
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Also guys remember to leave requests for Remus xx
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moonstruckme · 4 months
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i'm obsesseeeed with dr. rem and i have a request for him if you're up for it!! <33 maybe reader gets into an "accident" (nothing serious) while working and remus finds out when he sees her in the hospital? like she didn't have time to call him and let him know so he suddenly just sees her and freaks out for a bit before realizing she's okay? thank you so muchhhh 💗
I'm obsessed with him toooo it's bad ! Thanks for requesting sweetheart <3
cw: minor head injury
doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
Your eyes water, but you do your best to keep them open as the girl in scrubs points her light in each one. 
“Your pupils look alright,” she decides, clicking the light off and giving you an apologetic smile when you blink in relief. “Have you felt nauseous at any point since it’s happened? Dizzy?” 
You shake your head no to both, wincing a bit as the clear bag of ice you’re holding to the back shifts slightly. 
“That’s good.” She nods encouragingly. She seems young and somewhat green, probably one of those pesky residents Remus is always griping about. Though she’s trying to project the same seasoned calm as the other doctors and nurses moving about the A&E, there’s a quiet anxiety about her that you recognize. It’s the same one you carried during the first month at your job, the possibility of getting in some kind of trouble seeming to loom over you constantly. She’s pretty, you think, and she seems nice. Like she genuinely cares, a massive improvement over the woman at the front desk who’d given you a look so judgemental that it’d made you feel even more embarrassed for being here. “And you’re sure you didn’t lose consciousness at any point? Even for a second?”
“I don’t think so,” you say. “I mean, I would have noticed, right?” 
She squints like she’s not quite sure what to do with that, and then you perk up as a familiar rhythm gets your attention. You wouldn’t have guessed you could do it outside of your shared flat, but you pick out the sound of Remus’ footfalls a second before he comes into view. He’s striding briskly across the room, skimming something on his clipboard, and he gives the swath of curtained rooms little more than a cursory glance as he passes—until his eyes flare, snagging on you.
You raise your hand in a sorry wave. 
“What are you doing here?” he asks, doubling his pace to get to you. His attention moves to the bag of ice you’re holding to your head. “You’re hurt?”
“I bumped my head at work,” you explain with a shrug. The resident looks between you like she’s unsure if she should continue, clearly outranked by the other doctor in your little room. “It’s not bad, but my boss said I had to come here.” 
Remus’ lips tug downward, taking the ice from you and tilting your head so he can see it. “You hit your head and you didn’t call me?” 
“It’s nothing,” you promise him. “My boss just made me come in as a formality. For liability reasons, you know?” 
Remus remains uncomforted. He murmurs a quiet direction to the resident so the poor girl steps back from you. You shoot her an apologetic look as your boyfriend takes your head in both hands, prodding at the tender spot on the back. You wince, and he makes a very unprofessional cooing sound, stroking his thumb next to the nonexistent wound. 
“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” Even his dubious tone is gentled for you, the pinch of his mouth more worried than vexed. 
“It hurts,” you admit, “but only like any bruise would. It didn’t even break the skin, Rem, I’m totally fine.” 
He looks at the resident. “Any symptoms of a concussion?” 
“No,” the girl chirps nervously. You wonder that anyone could be nervous around Remus, but you suppose he is sort of like one of her bosses. “Pupils are normal, no dizziness or headaches, no reactions to light or noise, and no signs of confusion.” 
He nods, still frowny. You think he could stand to show her some appreciation, but this may not be the time to bring it up. “Alright, you can go. I’ve got this one.” 
“Thank you,” you say after her, and she flashes you a tiny smile before Remus eclipses your vision, taking your face in his hand. 
“You were fully honest, right?” he asks you sternly. “Didn’t downplay anything?” 
“I didn’t.” You summon your most placating tone, reaching up to wrap your fingers around his wrist. “I’m really fine.” You rub your thumb into his pulse point. “I’m sorry I didn’t call, everything was just moving so quickly. I wouldn’t have tried to keep it a secret or anything.” 
Remus lets out a long exhale, leaning forward so that his nose rests on your forehead. “I know you wouldn’t,” he murmurs. “But do you have any idea how scary it is to see someone you love in A&E, where you work, when you thought they were just going about their day unharmed?” 
Your heart contracts as the severity drains from his tone, replaced by a dull rawness. “I don’t.” You slide your touch up his arm to his bicep, squeezing gently. “I’m sorry. But I am unharmed, see? It’s all good.” 
He grunts fondly, kissing your forehead as he straightens. “Who drove you here?” 
“Marcus.” You’ll have to make your coworker some cookies or something as a thank-you gift, though you’re sure getting a half hour off work to chauffeur you here wasn’t an entirely unwelcome break. 
“And where is he?” 
“Back at work. He dropped me off.” 
Remus brow puckers. “He left you here?” 
“Well, it wasn’t like there was anything he could do,” you say, shrugging. You feel a bit sheepish, though you’re not sure why. 
“Still.” His jaw ticks. “Okay, I get off in less than an hour. Do you think you can sit tight until then? I’ll have someone bring you some fresh ice.” He levels your sloshy bag of ice with a disapproving look you want nothing to do with. “And did you eat lunch before your shift?”
“I’m good, thanks,” you say. “But I don’t need you to drive me home, Rem. There’s a bus stop right outside of here.” 
He scoffs. “I don’t care if you don’t have a concussion, I’m not letting you take the bus after you’ve just hit your head.” He squeezes your shoulder, thumb pressing into your collarbone. “I’ll have someone bring you a snack.” 
“It’s just a bump,” you argue, but Remus ignores you. 
“Try to leave, and I’ll be very cross with you,” he threatens as he walks away. “Cuddles are a privilege that can be revoked.” 
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 5 months
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maroon
kinktober, day twenty-four
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a/n: ....can you tell I've rewatched vampire diaries this autumn?
warnings: vampire!remus lupin x reader, smut, established relationship, penetrative sex, dirty talk, biting, blood
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Cheek smooshed, your drool nearly smeared against the wallpaper as Remus rocked into you, arms tight around your midsection as his face buried itself deeper into the crook of your neck, groaning deliciously against it with every fevered thrust of his hips. 
But suddenly his light pecks unravelled into something else as you felt his sharp teeth pierce your goosebump-ridden flesh. Blood trickled out of the wound, just as it had from the bite he had given your inner thigh just 10 minutes earlier, the unexpected second taste caused your balance to begin to fail you, sending your body back against his. 
“Wow,” swiftly retracting both his fangs as well as his girth, “I’ve got you,” his hold tightened around you as you dropped like a ragdoll, “you okay?” 
“Mhm,” you hummed weakly, blinking back at him with stary eyes. 
“Sorry, love,” he scooped your frame up into his arms as a soft chuckle rumbled within him, “your neck was just too alluring not to have a bite…” 
Taking a few steps towards the bed, he let your body drop to the mattress, your front melting down against it. Fingers twisting in the sheets, you felt his chest against your back once more, pressing you further down as he purred, “you know, this wouldn’t be a problem if you just let me turn you,” his tongue lapped up the streak of crimson that still flowed from your neck, “when are you gonna let me do that, huh? Just say yes and we’ll be together forever…”
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patrophthia · 1 year
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halloween blurb
pairing: platonic!sirius black and remus lupin x reader
genre: just plain out humor
"remus, why aren't you dressed up?"
to which remus quipped without missing a beat. "i am dressed up."
you looked at him, noting the same trousers he normally wore, same grandpa sweater, same black converse and sighed, "as what?"
"as the monster i am," he said easily, "truly terrifying isn't it? how i blend into the crowd and no one seems to notice."
you resist the urge to smack him in the face, how could ever say something like that about himself. "that's nowhere near terrifying. you want to know what's terrifying— pads, why aren't you dressed up?"
did they not get the memo?
sirius gave you the same respond as the one remus gave you. "i am dressed up."
"as what?"
"as your boyfriend," he said smugly.
you took a deep breath, turning to face remus. your thumb pointed at sirius as you kept eye contact with the oh so scary werewolf. "now that is terrifying."
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—from bee: it’s so far from halloween but whatevs a slay is a slay
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ddejavvu · 1 year
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for mvm could you do dealer remus with a cheerleader? like she has a reputation to take care of but he doesn’t
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
this is vaguely nsfw? There's nothing explicitly sexual about it but it definitely is suggestive. i'm cutting it off bc i don't want anyone to be blindsided !
"Sit still," Remus reminds you, patting the left side of your bum. He's working on the right, and you're getting a headrush from being bent over his knee.
"I'm trying," You urge, desperation lacing your voice, "But it burns!"
"Does not," Remus scoffs, "'Panties are in the way. Y'can't possibly feel it."
Admittedly, you're exaggerating things. You can barely feel the warmth from his cigarette, it's mostly just pressure against your ass as he burns his initials into your white cotton panties with the end of his blunt. You're just nervous to get to practice on time, after all, you have a reputation to uphold. No one can know the school stoner burned his name into your ass.
You let out a little yelp as he singes more of the fabric, darkening it in the shape of his initials. He's midway through the 'L', and you pray it's not visible if your skirt flips up by mistake.
"Hurry," You wriggle when you feel him remove the cigarette, fabric properly burned, "I'm gonna miss practice!'
"You will not," He swats once more at your bum, manhandling you back into place with one hand on your hip and the other between your thighs, "Careful, angel. Move too much and I might catch your thigh by mistake I'd hate for this to be permanent."
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salvatorelizzie · 6 months
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dad remus is my favourite AU remus. give that man his child. give me good dad remus who’s struggling but will do anything for his baby. i love him so much he’s so precious to me.
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