#remus lupin drabble

[bruisedboys]

hi babe! can i request Remus with a reader who has naturally curly hair? i always straighten mine and hardly wear it natural unless im feeling brave 😭 everyone always gets so shocked when they see it but I hate it

hiii omg I am so very jealous of curlyheads, my hair is so flat and boring lol. curly hair is so so gorgeous and I’m sure it suits you so much!! thank you for you request, hope this is okay!

remus lupin x curly-haired!reader

You’re seriously considering calling off your date with Remus.

It’s not that you don’t want to go. You’ve been looking forward to seeing him all day, thinking about his lovely smile and the slope of his nose, the clothes he wears and the way he says your name. You like him a lot, and you want him to like you, too.

Hence why you got up two hours earlier than usual this morning, to pick out an outfit and straighten your hair before work, so you wouldn’t have to worry about it after. It’s only your third date with Remus, and he hasn’t seen your hair curly yet — you’d wanted to keep it that way. Only, it poured down on your walk to the bus after work, and your hair got drenched.

By the time you were home your curls had bounced right back up, and you had little time to tame them. You’ve done your best, but Remus will be here in ten minutes, and you’re panicking.

You run around your apartment with no real direction, going from mirror to mirror, desperately trying to flatten it with your various oils and mousses, but it’s still so curly. You’re just about to text him and cancel out of panicked desperation when there’s a knock on your door.

You know it’s Remus, you can tell by the way he knocks. He’s early.

“One minute!” You call out. You check your reflection one last time and decide, woefully, that you’ll just have to face him with your mane of curly hair. You don’t have any other choice than to grab your bag, and hope Remus doesn’t mind having a lion for a date.

When you open the door, Remus is fiddling with the zip on his jacket.

“Sorry I’m early,” he’s saying, distracted with his jacket. “I misjudged the— woah.”

You shrink back. He’s staring at you, really staring. You consider closing the door in his face.

“I know, it’s awful,” you say quickly, before he can say anything. Your hand flies to your hair, as if you can do anything to save it now. “I straightened it, but then it got wet, and I didn’t have time to—“

“Dove.” Remus cuts you off, gentle but firm in his own way. He takes your wrist in his hand, encouraging it away from your head lest you start abusing your hair again. “What are you talking about?”

“My hair,” you bemoan. “It looks crazy.”

Remus’ brow pinches like he’s confused. “No it doesn’t. You look beautiful.”

You make a sound somewhere between a moan of despair and a stutter of surprise. Remus steps closer to you, your wrist still in his hand.

“Is that your natural hair?” He asks. You watch his eyes as they move in a sort of halo around your head and you know he’s studying your curls. You’d like to say he’s admiring them, but you’re not sure.

“Yes,” you say quietly. “I look like a lion.”

Remus laughs, but not cruelly. “What?” He asks, genuinely clueless.

You gesture weakly to your hair with your free hand, as if to explain. Remus just shakes his head.

“You don’t look like a lion,” he says simply. “It’s really pretty. How come you’ve never worn it like this before?”

Because you feel prettier with straight hair. Because you hate taking up space, and you feel if you flatten out your hair you’ll take up a little less. You shrug and stare at the ground, wishing it’d swallow you up.

“Dunno. Guess I just .. don’t like it very much.”

Remus hums, like he understands, but doesn’t approve. “Well, I do.” He let’s go of your wrist and gets his hand under your jaw instead, encouraging you up to look at him.

“Were you really worried about what I’d think?” He asks, brown eyes kind.

You were, a bit. But you shouldn’t have been. By the way he’s looking at you, you guess that he’d think you were beautiful even if you went bald.

“I— no. Maybe a little bit.” You cringe. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise,” Remus says, a little indignant. “What’re you sorry for?”

You’re getting shyer and shyer every word he says, your heart pitter-pattering in your chest.

“I don’t know,” you say. You sound a bit strained, like you might cry, which is horrifying. You swallow the feeling down. “I thought maybe you wouldn’t like it.”

Remus makes a tutting sound. “Y/N,” he says, exasperated now. He gets both hands on your face, your cheeks warm. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look? You know, my best friend James has wildly curly hair, and I’ve always been so jealous of it I sometimes want to rip it off his head.”

It’s a funny compliment, but you know he means it as a genuine one. You suddenly realise you’ve been a bit foolish.

“Right,” you say, and give an awkward chuckle.

“I’d never do such a thing to you, of course,” Remus says, grinning. “But it sure is beautiful. It suits you, dove.”

Carefully, he brushes a curl from your face, tucking it behind your ear with so much care it almost aches.

You’ve never felt prettier.

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SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you started dating remus, you’ve learned that he’s full of little surprises. but nothing prepares you for the moment he asks to practice braiding your hair—only to find out the real reason why, and suddenly, you’re falling in love with him all over again

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The evening is slow, the kind that stretches between the golden lamplight and the hush of a world at rest. You’re curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, but your eyes keep flickering toward the man beside you.

Remus is quiet, fresh from a shower, his hair still slightly damp, his body dressed in the soft familiarity of an old sweater and sweatpants. There’s something so comforting about him like this, settled and warm, but there’s also a hesitance to him tonight, a pause in the way his fingers tap absently against his knee.

Then, a breath. A clearing of his throat.

“Can I practice something?”

Your brow lifts. “That depends,” you say, closing your book slightly. “What are you practicing?”

He rubs the back of his neck, looking almost sheepish. “Braiding.”

The answer catches you off guard, but not unpleasantly so. “My hair?”

He nods. “If you don’t mind.”

It’s such a simple request, but the thought of his hands in your hair, of him sitting here with you, so quiet and careful, makes something tender unfurl in your chest.

You shift slightly, gathering your hair over one shoulder before glancing up at him, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Go ahead, doctor.”

The couch dips as he moves closer. Then, the first touch—his fingers threading through your hair, warm and steady. He’s careful, dividing the strands with an almost reverent gentleness, and yet there’s something sure about the way he handles you, like he’s done this before.

His breath is soft against your shoulder, his touch delicate, and you let your eyes drift shut for a moment, allowing yourself to sink into the warmth of it.

“That’s cute,” you murmur.

He hums in acknowledgment. “What is?”

“That you’re practicing.” A smile tugs at your lips. “Is it for our future daughter?”

There’s the slightest pause, his fingers hesitating before continuing their careful work.

“No,” he says simply.

Your brow furrows, curiosity blooming. “No?”

His fingers tighten slightly around the strands, barely noticeable. “Not exactly.”

You grin. “Oh, is it for other girls, then?” The question is meant to be teasing, lighthearted, but the moment it leaves your mouth, you feel the way he stills, just for a second.

“Of course not.” His voice is steady, but there’s something in it—something firm, like the idea itself is absurd.

You blink, tilting your head slightly. “Then who—”

“It’s for my patients.”

The world stills.

You shift slightly, trying to see his face. “What?”

He doesn’t stop braiding, fingers moving with quiet precision. “The little girls before their surgeries,” he explains. “They can’t go into the OR with loose hair—it has to be tied back. But some of them don’t know how, or their parents aren’t there to do it for them.” He pauses. “So I do it.”

And just like that, your heart aches.

You can see it now. Small girls, nervous in their hospital gowns, sitting on the edge of their beds with their hands clasped tightly in their laps. And then there’s Remus—soft-spoken, gentle, kneeling in front of them, carefully weaving their hair into neat braids before surgery. Talking to them in that quiet, steady way of his, making sure they feel safe.

“Remus.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

He ties off the braid at the end of your hair, his thumb grazing your shoulder in a lingering touch.

“It helps,” he says simply. “Gives them something familiar. Makes things a little less scary.”

Something inside you shatters—not in a painful way, but in a way that makes it hard to breathe, hard to hold the sheer depth of your love for him inside your chest.

Without thinking, you turn, shifting onto your knees to face him fully. He looks at you, confused at first, but there’s a quiet patience in his expression, a willingness to let you feel whatever this is.

Your hands lift before you even realize it, fingers brushing along the sharp edge of his jaw, tracing the warmth of him, memorizing the way he feels beneath your touch.

“You are unbelievable,” you whisper, voice thick.

His lips twitch slightly. “Am I?”

You nod, your fingers curling lightly at the nape of his neck. “You sit there and tell me something like that, like it’s nothing, like it’s just some casual part of your day—” You pause, shaking your head. “And you don’t even realize—”

He exhales a quiet laugh, tilting his head slightly. “Realize what?”

“That I love you,” you say simply, honestly, achingly.

A breath. Just a small, quiet moment before his eyes soften completely, something tender and endless settling into them.

He doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks at you, really looks at you, and then his hand lifts, fingers ghosting along your cheek, the side of your neck, your shoulder—like he’s committing you to memory.

And then, slowly, he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in the kind of kiss that says everything.

It’s slow, gentle, something deep and unshakable, something that lingers. He kisses you like he’s trying to make sure you understand, like he’s trying to return every ounce of feeling you’ve just given him.

When you finally pull away, your forehead rests against his, your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whisper, smiling.

“In the most absurdly sweet way possible.”

He huffs a small laugh, eyes crinkling. “It’s just braiding.”

“No, Remus,” you say, reaching up to cup his face, your thumb tracing along his cheek. “It’s you being the best damn person I know.”

His expression softens, something warm and unspoken flickering in his gaze.

And when he kisses you again, it feels like home.

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[inkdrinkerworld]

hi

can you do a fic with this prompt please “you fell asleep about halfway through. don’t be sorry, it was kind of cute.” with Remus and reader

thank you

have a good day or night!

Your body aches as you lay with Remus on the sofa.

You’d had a fun weekend at sea, playing mermaids with James and some of your other friends but now you’re feeling the effects of diving all afternoon.

Remus made dinner, a vegetable soup that you’d raved over for the first twenty minutes of your movie.

“Come cuddle,” you murmur to him, pulling yourself up and into his lap. “M’cold.”

Remus only hums, kissing your forehead and rubbing your back as you lay on him.

The motion of him stroking your back and the soft light in your living room is tough to fit and before you even realize, your eyes have closed and your breathing has deepened.

Remus smiles when he notices, reaching over the back of the sofa to pull a blanket over you.

At the end credits, Remus shifts, slipping his arms under you and lifting you slowly. Even with his caution you rouse.

“What’s happening?”

You’re groggy and confused, but still you cling to Remus as he walks you both to the bedroom.

“You fell asleep about halfway through,” he lays you down and spits your pout. “It’s fine dove, don’t be sorry. It was kind of cute.”

You huff as he tucks the duvet around you. “Did I drool?” You ask somewhat horrified as you spot a wet spot on Remus’ shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter,” he steals a kiss before slipping in bed beside you. “Go back to sleep, my love.”

“Love you,” you cuddle right back up to him, your cheek squished right into his shoulder again.

“Love you too, dovey.”

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I know ur not taking reqs rn but i had no idea u write smut 🤭 just throwing smth out there for u to possibly ponder but… remus smut (?)……

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── remus lupin x f!reader

warnings n tags: sexual content, mdni, est. relationship, no use of y/n, p in v, unprotected wc: +1.4k

a/n: heeeeey it took a while, but i finally did it! to be honest, i'm a little nervous because it feels like ages since i wrote about remus and this is the first time i've dared to do a smut with one of the marauders (so yeah, i'm nervous). i hope you like it <33

Remus was the gentle type. There were no sharp edges with you, just reverent hands, sweet nothings poured into your ears and gentle, soft kisses. He took his time with you, hungry eyes devouring the soft curves that adorned your body, wondering what he had done to deserve you.

He never found an answer for that, but he would never tire of thanking the universe for this gift.

Even as he sank into you, Remus had to remind himself to be careful. To never cross that line, to never tear your skin, to never leave his mark too deep.

It was so, so hard to just press his face against your neck, feeling your body tremble and shake beneath him, when all he wanted to do was sink his teeth into the sensitive flesh, claim you. Let the world know you were his.

You see, Remus had never had much. It was only natural that he wanted all of you.

This feeling grew more intense the week before the full moon. These days, Remus became more irritable, more needy, always finding an excuse to put his hands on you. It wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, and if you were honest, a part of you liked seeing him like this. The way his eyes looked like warm honey when he watched you, the hunger in them, the raw desire. How he seemed willing to bend you over any surface and fuck you until you couldn’t feel your legs anymore.

Not that you showed any resistance. He liked seeing your willingness, feeling your legs wrapped around his waist, hearing your sweet sighs, the way you always seemed ready to take him. Not only that, but how perfect you were, how you fit together like the pieces of a puzzle.

And as much as he loved the sight of your arched back, ass up, and fingers scratching—no matter what the surface was, he preferred to look at your face while he fucked you. Your eyes rolling, your swollen lips parted, the way your body rocked with each thrust.

He liked looking at you. Imprinting in his mind the way your skin was smooth, soft, warm. Infinitely silkier than a flower petal. The way his fingers left red welts on the curve of your hips, holding you where he wanted. And he liked admiring the new colors that stained your neck, running down the elegant column of your throat until they reached your collarbone.

But mostly, he liked—loved—when your eyes met. Nothing affected him as much as the affection, the love, the surrender in your eyes. The way you looked at him as if you would always choose him.

Your fingers cupped his face, feeling the texture of the thin scars that crisscrossed his cheek, pulling him closer until your mouths collided. He sighed against your lips, “t-t-that feels so good, babe. You’re s-s-s-so wet.” ​​His fingers gripped your thigh more firmly, an almost painful grip, making you whimper at the new angle, feeling him hit your precise spot with each thrust.

“R-Remus, that’s… hmmm, that’s too much, I-I—” you couldn’t finish, your body shuddering at the force with which he fucked you. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your nails leaving half-moon marks on the skin, trying to somehow vent what you were feeling.

The obscene sound of skin slapping fills the room, mingling with the sound of your mingled moans. His eyes drifted down, feeling his face heat as he watched your weeping pussy swallow his cock, so wet there was barely any friction. It was like you were melting around him. Your lips parted with a silent sound, your head falling back.

“Remus… R-Remus, it’s too much. It’s too much, I-I can’t—”

“Shhhhhhh,” his fingers wrapped around your jaw, bringing your gaze back to his. Weakened, you offered no resistance, biting your lip as he thrust roughly, never stopping. “You can do it. You can take it,” without looking away, his fingers slid between your bodies, his palm pressing against your belly. The pressure made you throb, gripping him tighter between your walls.

“F-fuck,” his eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering at the sensation. The way your pussy felt like it wanted to take him deeper, like it knew that was where he belonged. “T-t-that’s it. See? I t-told you you could do it. You’re so good to me.”

Your eyes drank in the sight of him. The way he looked lost—no, the way he looked like he’d found himself. Like he was finally home. You whimpered, pulling him closer, feeling the familiar weight, the way his chest crushed your breasts. You needed to feel him.

You pulled him into another kiss, a messy kiss, feeling him nip, then suck on your lip. Feeling like you were going to come undone when his thumb traced tight circles on your clit. Your hips bucked in response, thrusting into his involuntarily, uncontrollably.

If they said Remus was in heaven, he couldn’t disagree, not when you repeated his name like a prayer, your voice fragile, small, almost broken. Calling out to him in a pleading tone.

He knew himself that he couldn’t take much more. Every muscle burning with the effort, he lifted your leg a little higher, sinking in to the hilt before pulling back, pulling out almost completely before slamming in again. He pressed his face against your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin, soothing with his tongue the marks he had made moments before.

You sighed, tilting your face, giving him all the space he needed, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you felt his teeth scrape your skin. A little more force, just a little more, and his teeth would sink into your flesh. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, letting your scent usurp space in his lungs. The sweet aroma that always accompanied you along with the smell of sex that overflowed the room.

“Please. R-Remus, I— ohmygod,” you mewled, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. You were painfully close to crossing that threshold, white spots appearing in your vision.

His lips left a trail of kisses down your jaw, feeling your body tense as he recognized the signs. “I know, love. I-I know,” he sighed, his forehead pressed against yours, sharing the same breath. “I’m too—”

He groaned, his hips losing rhythm as he felt the pressure reach a critical point. One, two, three more thrusts and he was coming undone, painting your walls white. His fingers found yours, squeezing them as he felt your walls crush him, your juices mixing as you fell apart.

Still, he didn't stop, still feeling the spasms of your orgasm, prolonging the sensation until he heard you whimper from the overstimulation. He pulled out slowly, watching cum drip down between your legs. He had to blink to be able to look away.

You were limp between the sheets, trying to catch your breath. As his thoughts were clearly clearing, he mentally cursed himself for his lack of self-control when he saw the marks he had left. Fuck, he should have been more careful.

It took him a while to steady his legs, looking for a towel to clean you, feeling his shoulders tense when you flinched at the touch, still sensitive.

Only then did he approach, wrapping you in his arms, your face resting on his chest—where your heart was still beating wildly. He kissed the top of your head, his fingers rubbing your back tenderly. “Okay?”

You hummed a “yes,” your voice muffled against his chest. Remus sighed as he felt your lips place a kiss over his heart, watching your face lift until your eyes met.

He bit his lip, his fingers cupping your cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Remus, no,” you cut him off, a small smile on your face as you leaned down, kissing his lips softly. “You don’t have to apologize.”

His eyes dropped to your neck, seeing the way his mouth assaulted the skin. Your smile widened at the way his cheeks flushed. “Hey,” you called out, “it’s okay.”

“But—” he trailed off at the rebuke in your eyes. He shook his head, still red-faced. “I promise I’ll be more careful.”

But you knew that within the next month, Remus would be like this again. Hungry, desperate, insatiable—you couldn’t wait.

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Sleepy Moony

remus lupin x gn!reader

cw: lazy hickey, suggestive towards the end but cuts off before any smut

Pt 2

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A soft grumble has your ears perking up. You're sat up against the headboard, Remus snuggled into your stomach, soft hair tickling the bare skin where your sleep shirt has ridden up while you work on a sketch. The soft, sleepy whine alerts you of Remus's wakening state. You let out a soft hum of amusement, eyes leaving your sketchbook in favor of tracing his sleepy side profile.��

His lashes flutter as he fights his rising awareness, desperate for sleep to pull him back under and blanket him in sweet dreams. 

You set down your pencil and settle the heel of your palm over his spine, his pretty toned back bare, the morning light grazing his scars and lighting them up in various shades of sparkly silver and dusty pink. Your palm smoothes up and down his spine with soft pressure, gently rousing him from his sleep. "Babymoon? You waking up?" 

"No," his voice rumbles out, deep and thick with sleep. He buries his face into your stomach, arms encompassing your waist and squeezing as if to hide himself away from the world.  

You can't help but let out a soft chuckle, endeared by his grumpy, state. He's the cutest thing, hair smushed on one side and the side of his face imprinted with the wrinkles of your top. 

"Hm? What was that, moonbeam? I didn't quite catch what you said," you tease gently, your soft hand moving from his back to his hair. You comb through the thick, tousled locks for a few moments before letting your fingers sink deep, nails scratching gently at his scalp. 

As shiver runs up Remus's spine, just like you knew it would, and he groans. "Stop it," a grouchy mumble escapes his lips. 

"Sorry, can't hear you when I can't see your face." You shrug lightly, not giving in, fingers continuing to scratch. 

He lets out a huff into your stomach. 

A beat of silence.

And then he languidly rolls off of your lap, his grouchy glare set on you, a pretty pout on his lips. Though, it's hard to take him seriously when he has fabric marks indented into his cheeks and his hair is sticking up in every direction possible. 

"Ohh, grumpy thing this morning, aren't you, love?" 

His pout deepens, and you just can't have that. 

You set your sketchbook on the nightstand and turn to him, crawling closer to lay yourself on top of him. Your elbows support you as you so sweetly gaze down at him.

Remus's expression notably softens at your proximity, his mind finally waking up at the warmth of your body on top of his.  

You press a kiss to his cheek, and then his nose. "My baby moonbeam. You're tired, huh?" You coo, eyebrows furrowed with sympathy. 

Remus just blinks at you softly, eyes locked on yours. He licks his bottom lip softly as his eyes momentarily drop down to yours lips. His gaze lifts and he swallows. "Kiss?" He mumbles. 

You smile softly, your lips closing the gap and sucking softly at his bottom lip. One kiss, two, three, before you pull away and thumb at the corner of his lip, eyes twinkling at him. 

Remus's expression is pure lovesick now, all that grumpiness gone with a view presses of your lips against his. The side of his mouth quirks up. 

"There he is." 

"Shush," his smile widens. 

You kiss his cheek and down to his jaw. Your lips press down his neck, trailing to behind his ear. 

His breathing stutters and he tilts his head back to give you more room for kisses. "Dove-" he swallows, unable to focus properly when you're kissing him so sweetly. 

"Hm?" You hum as your lips find his sweet spot and gently suckle over a healed scar behind his ear. 

Remus huffs, his hands grasping at your hips for purchase, desperate for something to ground him while you suck a bruise into his skin. His hips shift under your body and a quiet whine tumbles from his throat. 

Soft sucks over and over, teeth biting down and then smoothing the burn with a lick of your tongue. It's lazy, unhurried, no semblance of rush within your actions. You press a final kiss to the quickly purpling skin and then pull back. You swipe your thumb over the bruise, smiling, a soft glitter in your eyes as you meet his flustered gaze. 

His tongue pokes through his cheek. "I just woke up..." he argues weakly, knowing what that look means. He's trying his best to act like your gaze isn't igniting a heavy heat in his gut, swirling deep and awakening his every nerve. 

Your smirk widens, teeth glinting in the light. "So... no?" 

Remus scrambles to disagree. "No! That's not what I meant. I just um... I'm still a little sleepy." His eyes blink up at you all heavy, though poorly disguised want glitters in his pupils. 

You raise an amused eyebrow. "You gotta give me a little more than that, bubs. What do you mean by sleepy?" 

He sighs. "Like... like I can't think properly yet. Need um... need you to do the thinking," he suggests softly, eyes darting between yours. 

Your eyelashes kiss your cheeks and your lips pull up into a grin as you push yourself up to straddle his hips. "Hmm... I think I can manage that, moonbeam." 

[lqveharrington]

Perfect Replacement | R.L.

summary: Remus begins to worry about your well-being after seeing you act much differently than before.

pairing: remus lupin x Black Family!reader

includes: use of Y/N, mentions of abuse (both mental and physical), unfair treatment, bullying, cursing, allusions to receiving the dark mark, burning out, angst, smallest bit of fluff (lmk if i missed any!)

a/n: lowkey, this one was sad and requested by someone a while ago… i’m swamped with my own school work so this was a little vent fic for me :)

From the moment you were born, Orion and Walburga knew what you were meant to be—what you would always be known as. You were the Black Family’s spare. If Sirius or Regulus was injured in a way magic wasn’t enough to heal them, you were the person they tore open to find missing parts. You were nothing but a tool.

Worst of all, they refused to recognize you as even part of their family. What they wanted was a male heir and—being the first born before Sirius by mere minutes—you ruined their lives. Sure, the legacy would’ve still been able to continue with Sirius, but Walburga and Orion were furious when they saw a girl be born into the Black Family.

It was always your fate to be their spare.

When you were old enough to attended Hogwarts, they were quick to dismiss your presence. You were no longer theirs to care for as long as you stayed there. Hell, they even called Sirius—who was sorted in Gryffindor—back for holiday while you—who was sorted into Slytherin—stayed at Hogwarts with the school's staff.

However, they learned that Sirius was no longer fit to be the heir of the Black family. So they did what they did best—throw you into the deep end with no safety. Instead of letting Sirius get away with his stupidity, you were to take over his responsibilities until Regulus was suited to become the heir.

You were constantly watched to ensure perfection. It didn't matter if you were the top of your class or not—you had to maintain the role of the perfect heir. The useless heir. Coming home every summer just to be scolded at was never ideal, but you tried. You pushed through all the extracurriculars until you couldn't feel the weight of pressure on you anymore. You just kept going.

You kept pushing and pushing until the worst thing happened at home.

Sirius left. He left you and Regulus with your wretched parents. He left you with more scars than you could count that you swore he didn't care much for you either. It truly was you against the entire Black family—with little help from Regulus whenever he wasn't being trained to be the Black family heir.

“Letter from mother.” Regulus tossed the cream envelope in your direction, unaware of how closed off and fragile you became since Sirius left.

You peeled the envelope open and did a quick scan of the letter, humming at the usual demands from you. Nothing new. “I need to go study, Reg. I’ll see you later."

“You'll come find me for lunch, right?” He grabbed your wrist like he would when he was younger, alarmed that his whole hand could wrap around the joint with ease.

“I need to study for my NEWTs.” You give him the best smile you could muster, making your steps quick as you left the Great Hall. You loved your younger brother, but your parents would have your head if they found out you were talking to him rather than studying for your final exams.

You swiftly looped around the castle corridors—potions, charms, and transfiguration textbooks in arm as you made your way toward the astronomy tower. No matter how many times you’ve studied in Hogwarts’ library, you found it easier to work in the tower. The library was filled with all kinds of students—even the ones who weren't there to study.

Just as you made a sharp turn to the tower stairs, you slammed into someone more than half your size—all your books and parchment scattering to the floor. Immediately, you apologized and rushed to grab the papers and books, face warm with embarrassment when the person handed you your quill your cousin Narcissa bought you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You clutch the books tighter to your chest and move around the figure, unaware that it was one of Sirius’ friends.

The one who watched you were a careful eye since you hopped onto the stool with a worried look in first year.

The Marauders were scattered about their dorm. Peter was munching on some kind of bread, Sirius was hanging upside down in his bed, and James was on his usual session about how Lily was the most perfect girl when Remus walked in with an unreadable expression.

James slowly came to a stop before tilting his head at the lanky boy, tossing a pillow in his direction. 'What happened at the library, Moony? Madam Pince refused to let you check out anymore books?"

Remus ignored James and caught the pillow with a swipe of his hand—his attention only on the curly-haired boy in front of him. "Padfoot, do you know what's going on with your sister? She looks like she might be ill.”

Sirius froze at the mention of you, ultimately falling from his spot on the bed. He rarely saw you back at home that he didn't know anything about you anymore. At least, not as much as he knew about Regulus.

“I… I don’t know.” He admitted and ran his fingers through his hair in guilt.

“You don’t know?” Remus repeated in disbelief. He didn't think that when Sirius left, he would forget all about his twin sister. She looked exactly like him—only now, she looked like she could break with one wrong touch. "She could be seriously sick—"

"Look, I'll get Regulus to ask her what's wrong." Sirius crossed his legs and frowned when Remus still looked unhappy. "What?"

"We both know you won't willingly talk to your brother." He said and stood from his spot, mind running through different scenarios as to why you looked so malnourished—why you were so malnourished.

Sirius narrowed his eyes at his best mate, "Why do you care so much about my sister?"

"Why don't you care more?" Remus scoffed and left the dorm, leaving the rest of the Marauders confused with his sudden interest in the Black's eldest child.

Though Remus cared little for the Black family, he knew you never wronged anyone. In fact, he believed you were Sirius' foil. When Sirius was off pranking someone with James, you were always studying for your next class. When you weren't studying, he found you speaking quietly with Regulus in the Great Hall. You were so quiet and reserved that Remus refused to believe you were Sirius' twin for so long.

He rarely spoke to you, but he knew something was definitely wrong. And he would get to the bottom of the issue.

“Miss Black, you need to take care of yourself. Your brother is concerned for you—“

“He should not be concerned for my wellbeing. Instead, he should be concerned about his grades in Care for Magical Creatures.” You huff and push away Madam Pomfrey’s wand from your arm, tugging your robes over your body in a rushed manner. “I am perfectly fine and need to get back to my studies before the night takes away all the light.”

You leave the hospital wing and glance at your watch, silently cursing yourself for wasting precious time on a silly check up Regulus insisted you get. Although—you had to admit— you were too exhausted to make the trek up the astronomy tower to study. So instead, you made your way toward the library instead, the candles in the corridors lighting your path to the quiet space ahead.

Finding an open table, you get to work as quickly as you can. You flip open you defense against the dark arts textbook and begin your studies, hands shaking and eyes blurring with how exhausted you were. Willing yourself to push on, you started to mutter the words you read, unaware of the brown-haired boy looming beside you.

“You’re not casting a spell, are you?” A voice spoke from your right, causing you to jerk in surprise.

Lifting your head up from the book, you meet warm, brown eyes, the feeling spreading across your chest before you pulled your attention toward the book once more. You couldn’t get distracted, not when you were running out of time before the holidays.

“No.” You answer truthfully before continuing to mutter about the three unforgiving curses, each one worse than the last. You’ve encountered two out of three of them and you prayed you never had to witness the last.

Right as you went to turn the page, the person moved to sit in front of you—your eye twitching in irritation. This was your spot for the rest of the evening and you would like to not be distracted by… whoever this person was.

Huffing, you flip the page in frustration and speak once more. This time with annoyance. “I’m sorry, but I’m trying to study for—“

“I see that.” The mysterious figure pulled out his own book, raising his brows when you nearly looked up from your book to see what he was reading. So close. “I’m here to merely observe. You are the top of our graduating class.”

“Incorrect.” You keep a shaky finger on the last word you left off on, finally taking a proper look at the boy who decided to distract you. “I’m tied with…”

“You don’t want a tie?” Remus rested his head in his palm, hiding a small grin at your shocked expression.

You swallow thickly before going back to your book, refusing to acknowledge his presence for the rest of the time. It wasn’t like you were intimidated or embarrassed by the boy. You were just confused and stunned by him. Why was he suddenly interested in you when he stuck so close to your twin? Perhaps your mother or father sent him as a spy—but he was a half-blood, so you doubted that was the reason.

Remus sighed and began to read Jane Eyre, occasionally glancing in your direction. He noted that you were still here mentally—well, as far as a mere five minute interaction goes—but your physique seemed way off. Though you weren’t as tall as your brothers, you were a hell lot paler and way too ill-fed to even look remotely related to them.

By the time Madam Pince kicked the both of you out, Remus memorized the way you looked and stored it for later data. He thought that you would snap under the weight of all the textbooks and parchment you were carrying. He also swore you memorized each of the textbooks—catching you repeatedly murmur the different facts you learned over your hours of studying.

But as Remus went to turn toward the Great Hall, you continued to go straight down the corridor—worrying him. “Black, you’re not coming to have dinner?”

You stop walking and hesitate before settling on your normal excuse. “I’m not hungry.”

“You studied for over two hours. Surely a snack or even just water—“

“Lupin, I’m fine. I don’t need—“

Before you could even finish your sentence, a familiar voice rang out clearly. A voice you haven’t heard since he left you all alone.

“Moony! There you are! We’ve been looking for you.”Sirius clapped Remus on the back, unaware of your presence. He never truly acknowledged your being—you assumed he learned it from your mother and father. “Where were you?”

Remus’ eyes darted in your direction after the initial surprise from Sirius faded, but you were already fleeting down the hall—Mary Jane’s echoing with each step.

“Just…” He paused and shook his head, directing his attention back to the younger Black sibling and following him into the Great Hall. “Studying.”

Unfortunately for you, it became Remus' habit to constantly be around you when studying. No matter where you went to study—whether it was the damn astronomy tower or back of the library—he found you. It became impossible to hide from him and you knew you were losing valuable time studying if you spoke to him.

So you just stopped.

"I brought chocolate today." Remus spoke, finding you by the edge of the Black Lake. "A piece offering."

Your eyes briefly flickered up to meet his and glanced at the chocolate, but you immediately fell back into reading, making him frown. You were frustrating him just a tad bit. It was the day before holiday break and you decided to spend your time on the freezing grounds studying than inside with a cup of hot tea doing something else—he wasn't even close to figuring anything about you.

You were just a ghost of a person.

“Lupin, I can’t focus.” You whisper as you felt his gaze on you, frustratedly reading the same line over and over again.

Remus muttered a quick apology and went back to War and Peace. But he couldn't focus. All he could focus on was the sound of you shaking underneath all the layers of clothes you had on. He pursed his lips and sighed, removing his own overcoat and draping it over you.

Freezing at the sudden warmth enveloping your figure, you meet his brown eyes and give him a smile that could be noted as a grimace. "Thanks..."

He hummed and took a bite out of his chocolate, letting you read for a couple more minutes before speaking once more. "Do you plan on studying over the holidays as well?"

Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek. Were you going to spend your entire holiday studying? "Depends on mother and father. They might coupe me up in my room and make me study all holiday. Or they may decide to finally let me join in opening gifts with Regulus—not like I'll get anything."

It took you a second to realize what you said to the boy sitting beside you. Honestly, you didn't know what he was doing to you.

Remus' eyes narrowed at your confession the second you covered your mouth with a shaking hand. You were never supposed to talk ill about your parents or you family—especially not to some… to a Gryffindor and half-blood!

“I-I have to go.” You stutter and quickly gather your things, rushing back into the castle without another glace toward Remus.

When you came back from the holidays, you looked even worse than before. Remus took one look at you and knew something went down back at the Black house. Although you did look more fed then most days, the circles underneath your eyes were more prominent and instead of rolling up your sweaters like usual, you wore them normally.

What happened?

But Remus wasn't the only one to notice the changes. For once, Regulus noted the changes in your demeanor. Rather than using your time to study for charms or transfiguration, you began to read books on the dark arts. The textbooks that once belonged to Bellatrix were passed down to you, causing Regulus to do his own digging into your sudden change of studies.

“What're you reading Trimbles' book for?” Regulus asked quietly as you pushed food around your plate, gaze locked on the ink in the book. "Did Bella get through to you about the dark arts?"

You subconsciously touch your left arm and bite your tongue. You could say it was your cousin's fault for she was the one to suggest you become one of them anyway. Yet you would never speak ill about her—you supposed it was her way of showing she cared for you.

"No, it's just interesting."' You clear your throat and stand from your spot. "Finish breakfast, I'll see you later."

"You didn't touch anything on your plate." Regulus frowned and stood up as well, following close behind and grabbing your left arm. "What are you hiding from me?"

You winced and quickly pulled away, "Nothing, Reg, leave me be."

"I can't do that! You're my sister and I care about you—"

Quickly finding your way out of a conversation you didn't want to have, you weaved your way in between the Gryffindor boys that deemed themselves as the Marauders, subconsciously grabbing Remus' hand and dragging him with you.

“Hey—!” Sirius gaped at his best friend being stolen from him, earning a glare from his younger brother.

“Fuck off, Sirius. Something’s wrong.” Regulus quickly spat out and chased after you and the lanky boy.

Sirius' eyebrows knitted together before letting out a loud sigh, following his brother to wherever you were taking Remus. After all the time he spent away, you and Regulus were still important to him—even if he rarely showed it.

"What's happening?" Remus stumbled into an empty classroom and glanced at your heavy breathing figure, face twisting in confusion as you leaned back on the wooden door in exhaustion. "Why were you running?"

"I didn't mean to pull you with me." You rub your face and wander over to a desk, sitting in the chair as your thoughts swallowed your mind. "I just needed an escape from Regulus. He can be nosy."

Still confused, Remus simply nodded and sat at the desk opposite of you, wincing when he heard Sirius' shouting from outside the class. You let out a quiet laugh at your brothers' bickering before those laughs quickly turned into quiet sobs, shoulders shaking from the weight of emotions packed into each one.

"Oh." Remus murmured and patted his pockets down, taking a bar of chocolate and snapping a piece off. “Eat, it’ll make you feel better.”

You wipe your tears and look down at the chocolate, your stomach growling at the lack of food you’ve eaten today. Sniffling, you take the chocolate and nibble on it, unaware of Remus’ smile.

“Better?” He asked softly, biting into the chocolate himself.

There wasn’t an answer from you, but he knew it helped somewhat—your tears subsided and all that could be heard was your occasional sniffling and hiccups.

Remus had so many questions he wanted to ask you yet he knew it wasn’t his place. Though only one really stuck out to him.

“Why did you bring me here?”

You purse your lips and fiddle with the loose strings on your sweater, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I don’t know.” You say truthfully. But before Remus could say anything else, you continued—eyes shut because to you, the confession was quite embarrassing. “Maybe I just got used to you always being there and I…” You drop your head into your hands and sigh loudly, “I trust you more than my whole family.”

He raised his brows but made no effort to say anything else—knowing you had more to say.

“You care for me in a way my siblings will never understand.” You murmur and peek between your fingers to find him slouched over to hear you clearly. “I can’t… I can’t tell you anything about what happened at home.” He opened his mouth to protest but you stopped him. “But I’ll consider keeping the odd friendship you chose to start.”

Remus narrowed his eyes at you and—for a brief moment—he wanted to refuse. He wanted to know what was happening, why you were more conscious about how you dressed. Yet he couldn’t find himself wanting to object your offer. If he could keep a close eye on you like this, so be it.

“You’ll tell me in due time, alright?” Remus gave you the rest of his chocolate bar, noticing the way you tugged your sleeve down once more.

“If it’s fitting by then.” You give him a weak smile. “Besides, I think I can still be the top of the class without you. After all, I am the perfect replacement.”

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[loca4moony]

Stolen books and confessions of love

Hi! I was reading some writing promts and got inspired, I didn't actually use any of them, that's why I'm not including it. I think this is so warm and fluffy, if I say so myself. You're more than welcome to request fics (please do!) because sometimes I need outer sources of inspiration. I'm so sorry if I've made spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language!

BSF!Remus Lupin x Reader | 705 words

The one with Remus stealing his best friend's book and doing something about his feelings. 

Masterlist <3

Midterms were trying to end you, that’s for sure. You only wanted comfort. However, given that your boyfriend didn’t know he was your boyfriend, because you didn’t have the guts to tell him, you took the second best option: your favourite book. 

It was always by your bed in case you wanted to read the scenes you had highlighted or felt like reading it yet again. But it wasn’t there. You looked for it left and right, but to no avail. 

Suddenly, James was at the door of your dorm smiling like a kid in a candy store. It was scary because the only times you had seen that smile it was directed towards a not so happy-looking Regulus. 

You were about to ask him if he needed anything when you saw what he was holding. Your book. How did he get that? And why?

When he saw your confused face, he rushed to say “Hello there! I saw this in the common room and remember you reading it the other day, so I thought I would bring it for you. Okay. Bye!” He hadn’t even finished his sentence when he started running, giving you no chance to say anything. 

If you hadn’t been suspicious before, you surely were now. The Marauders were the ‘kings of pranks’, what if they had enchanted your book? Or worse, what if they were trying to prank you and ruined your book in the process? To your surprise when you opened it you found nothing but notes in the margins in a handwriting that you quickly matched with Remus’. It was full of little comments on passages you had highlighted and even in response to your own comments. What caught your attention next was a post-it, different from all the others.

You remember this scene, the main couple was having a picnic under the stars and beside that it read “Meet me at the Astronomy Tower? - R”. You would be lying if you said you thought about it before grabbing your coat and running walking there. 

Up the stairs was Remus with a blanket on the floor and another by his side, a mix of both his and yours favourite foods and some candles. It all looked amazing, but nothing could match the way his eyes looked in the moonlight, even from a distance. 

“Hi,” he said with a lovestruck voice “please let me get this out of my chest before you say anything.” When he had you sitting in front of him, he started “Okay, here goes nothing. I don’t want to be your friend anymore, well just your friend, I think for couples to get along it’s necessary for them to be friends as well. Not that I am your partner or anything. I mean I would like that but I don’t know if you would like that, and that’s okay, if you don’t want to I mean. But like…I like you, okay? That’s what I was trying to say, I really like you and I would love it if you accepted this to be our first date.”

Amused by how nervous and clumsy he looked, you said “Can I speak now? Have you finished?” You had the biggest smile on your face, his welsh accent slipped out when he rambled like this. He is so adorable. “No, I also wanted to tell you that I’m sorry I stole your book and even more that I let Prongs give it back to you, he must’ve looked like a maniac. Okay, now I’m done”

“First of all, thank you for your notes. You’ve made my book ten times more valuable to me. Second, he did look crazy, that face he makes when he’s excited is absolutely terrifying. And third, and most important, I really like you too and would love for this to be our first date. Along with that, I also think couples should be friends as well as partners so we’ve got a great head start, don’t you think?”

Looking into his eyes you realized that somehow your week had just gotten ten times better.

Thank you so much for reading <3

[diaphene]

. aftermath

remus lupin x fem!reader

cw nsfw . ig ooc young remus . maybe?

remus slowly losing his mind weeks after losing his virginity

he understood it now

he understood why his parents were so adamant about who he was hanging out with, when.. and where.. why they were so strict on him focusing on his studies... and his studies only. ''and remember... no girls.'' he would sigh, then agree, for the one millionth time, bc this conversation was routine without fail

ah, so this is why

it was everywhere

you were everywhere

he honestly almost had forgotten about his condition.. zoning out in every class, not taking any notes. the teachers voice just a low hum in the back of his mind. the only thing giving him a fighting chance was the headmasters pass due to his.... ailment. he felt so guilty taking advantage of it in this way, but his darker side telling him after all we've been through, you can let this one time slide, you deserve it. he was terrified to realize that he did not seem to care about flunking. maybe somehow someway he would still manage to pass, even being so terribly behind

he definitely had changed.. james and sirius could tell. they would tease him every now and then, but remus didn't even notice to begin with. the only thing on the forefront of his mind, was you. he clung to you in the great hall, wanting to be as close as possible.. agitated at the fact he couldn't take you right then and there (even though you two had already met extra early that morning..). logic leaving him ages ago, he suggested you two skip lunch and sneak one in before next class. you weren't having any of it

days after it happening, you were sort of the same way, always wanting to be around him.. but in no way did it compare. weeks had gone by...

he needed help. professional help

but who the hell could he turn to?

seems this would just have to be another thing he would have to weather on his own

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[leeny-leens]

Act 1: Puppy-Hate | R.L. x vampire!f!Reader

Pairing: Remus Lupin x vampire!f!Reader

Summary: At your core, you’ve always been a hater. You hated being woken up too early, your teachers giving you pointless assignments, your friends being too loud when you hadn’t fed in a while and above all, you hated Remus Lupin. You didn't know why, but the older boy got on your nerves like no one else; putting you both in the same room for longer than three minutes would be the equivalent of setting off an atomic bomb. When your best friend Barty Crouch Jr. ends up kissing the git and catching feelings, you have to put your hatred aside and aid him in his romantic endeavours, all while desperate to keep your little bloody problem under control. Easy, right?

Warnings: Not edited or proofread sorry besties

Content: child!Reader, your parents are lowkey a vibe, vampire identity briefly explained, lollipops are mentioned and part of the plot sorry if u hate them (get well soon/j), child!Remus is a little shit slightly, hate at first sight, village fair stuff, Reader wishes Remus would choke on his lollipop, Reader is referrred too as precious Blooddrop by her dad

WC: 1.7k

AN: based off this post i made because i think its a funny concept, @unconventional-lawnchair figured you’d like this :P

Contrary to what your friends assumed, the first time you met Remus Lupin wasn’t at Hogwarts, but many years before that. Though you only made the connection years later down the road of academic rivalry and hatred, you knew undoubtedly that the boy who’d stolen the last lollipop at the village fair when you were eight years old was Remus Lupin.

Perhaps that’s where it all started, with that damned lollipop. You’d begged your parents for nights and nights on end to please let you go down into the village, the sound of music and laughter from the annual spring fair carrying all the way to your little home nestled into the depths of the forest.

It was even more convenient that the fair was at night, meaning your parents wouldn’t be shackled by their responsibilities as governors in the High Land Castle, and after much bugging and pleading, they agreed to take you. It was to be your very first appearance between humans, a large crowd no less, and their nerves were perhaps even more frayed than yours, though for entirely different reasons.

While they feared you might lose control over your natural vampire instincts, surrounded by so much life and noise, you feared you might not get enough of it. Life in the forest was all nice and dandy, but there’s only so much an eight year old vampire girl could do before dying of boredom. The other vampire children were all heirs of high ranked governors who occasionally accompanied their parents to the meetings at the castle, but they were all several years older than you with no interest in being your friends or hanging out with you.

When you entered the fair, your small hands clutched in your parents’ larger ones, the lights and noise almost knocked you out. Your heightened senses were immediately overwhelmed, too much happening all at once, yet you’ve never felt so alive before. So despite every instinct in your body screaming at you to run away and hide, you faced it head on because you wouldn’t be you if you backed away from a challenge.

Suffice to say, that night had been one of the best memories you’d ever made, your mother snapping constant pictures of you and your father at various stands and spots. There was a steady amount of plushies and other toys your father had won for you in the bag he’d brought along, and as the night went on, your once energised steps and beaming face grew sluggish with each stand you visited. Your mother was already tugging both you and your father towards the exit so you could head home, when your eyes fell upon a most curious item in a sweets stall in the far end of the lineup nearby.

It wasn’t that special in retrospect, a round ball mounted onto a white and blue striped stick, with a small plastic wrapper around it. There wasn’t anything special about it, yet your childish mind found delight in the unknown dessert, glistening and gleaming in the fairly lights strung around the stall.

You tugged on your dad’s sleeves, pulling his attention towards you before pointing to the stall. Though your mother had shot a disapproving look to the two of you, the combination of of puppy eyes from both her daughter and husband quickly placated her into agreeing for one last stop before the three of you headed home.

You darted in and out between the people, weaving through the masses until you finally arrived at the stall’s counter. With far too much enthusiasm, and perhaps a bit of reverence you began to question the stall owner about the treat, eyeing it carefully while bouncing back and forth. Your parents had a significantly harder time making it to the stall’s counter so quickly, caught in the stream of people moving on and about, so you settled on waiting for them before grabbing the last treat- lollipop, as the stall owner had called them.

You could hear your father’s approaching steps and turned around, beaming and rambling a million words a second to recount what the friendly owner had told you about lollipops, and when he arrived by your side, the fond smile on his face spoke volumes about his love for you.

“Alright then my precious Blooddrop, let’s get you that lollipop, hm?” His question was rewarded with enthusiasm and excitement like no other, yet when you turned around, all colour eft your lively face at the scene playing out in front of you. In the little window frame where you’d moved a few paces to pull your father with you, a lanky boy had approached the counter, in his hand the last remaining lollipop.

“Hey!” You called out, catching the boy off guard. He turned to you, and the first thing you noted was how his presence made the hairs on your arms stand up, as if revolted by his mere existence anywhere close to you. The second thing you noted was his stature, impossibly tall and lanky for someone with such childish features. It was almost like his body was too tall for him, his limps hanging off awkwardly as he clutched a messenger bag slung across his chest. His amber eyes were wide with confusion, his hands stilling in their movement as he looked at you startled.

“That’s mine, you can’t just take it,” when you crossed your arms, you’d hoped that you came off as at least a little bit threatening, ready to fight the stranger for the treat, yet he beheld you with not a speck of fear or intimidation. If anything, he seemed more annoyed than anything, his scarred lips twitching downwards into a frown. He had many faint scars, you realised, though they would not have been visibly for the ordinary human eye, and briefly you wondered if he had been attacked by a beast with terrible claws, or perhaps even a rogue vampire.

“It’s not yours though,” he replied matter of fact, “I paid for it, so it’s mine.” His argument, to your utter misfortune, was completely sound and logical, and there was nothing you could do as you watched him unwrap the lollipop before popping it into his mouth.

Vivid, raging hot jealousy coursed through your small body, and if the glint of satisfaction in the strange boy’s eyes was anything to go by, he could tell and took strange pleasure in it too. You couldn’t explain it, never once having felt such hatred for anyone in your life, much less over something so trivial, but you swore that if you had the chance, you’d maul him in an instant and bite his neck off.

The only thing keeping you from jumping him was the calm and reassuring hand of your father atop your head. With one last look towards you, the boy turned on his heel and left you tending there, taking the lollipop you'd desired so badly with him.

“What a twat,” you muttered under your breath “Hope he chokes on it.” Your father sternly called your name, shaking his head at your antics when you petulantly huffed in response and before long, you found yourself walking towards the exit of the fair to meet your mother.

Your father had scooped you up into his arms somewhere along the way, despite your protests and exclamations that you were old enough to walk on your own, even if you felt relived at the prospect of spending the long trek back to your house in his arms.

Said trek of course was spent briefing your mother in great detail about lollipops and the cultural impact the discovery of those just had on you, but also making sure she didn't miss a single detail about the lollipop thief you’d encountered. In true familial support, she made sure to gasp and exclaim at the right moments, agreeing that the boy deserved the title of lollipop thief, much to your father’s chagrin. “You indulge her far too much,” he deadpanned, earning a scoff of disbelief from your mother.

“Says the guy who took a last minute detour because his daughter saw a lollipop,” she quipped, and your parents immediately fell into all too familiar banter.

The sun was creeping up on the horizon, and the mixture of their voices alongside the rhythmical pace of your father’s steps swiftly lulled you into sleep, your grip tightening around his neck as you dozed off.

But even in your sleep, you were haunted by the memory of the boy, unable to pinpoint why his proximity and presence had felt so threatening , something you’d never encountered before and would not encounter again for years to come.

That is, until you set foot into the Great Hall of Hogwarts three years later. Seated atop the three legged stool, there were hundreds of curious eyes trained on you, yet you could only stare into the direction of the red-gold table to your left. There it was again, that sensation of immediate danger and hot rage flowing through you, filling every crevice of your mind. Everything in you screamed to pinpoint the source and get rid of it right there and then, but you couldn’t, not when you'd entered this school on the condition of keeping your nature under control.

Unbeknownst to you, a tall boy seated at the Gryffindor table was experiencing the very same struggle, all his instincts howling at him to bare his teeth at you, to fight and hurt you because you were dangerous. But how could you, a mere eleven year old girl he’d never met, be of any danger? Remus wrote it off as the nearing full-moon, yet deep down, he knew there was so much more to this than that. He swore right there and then he’d avoid you to the best of his abilities, so that he could avoid any incidents that might jeopardise his attendance at Hogwarts.

Little did the both of you know what the future would hold for you, your paths entangled in more ways than you could ever envision.

[msmk11]

okay so hear me out for an angst idea. remus x muggle reader. they’re dating and so in love and she doesn’t know he’s a wizard or werewolf yet. all of the sudden he shuts her out (cause he’s scared to tell them) and she’s stressing thinking he’s done w her and go from there where you please 😘

(also feel free to make gender neutral i just used she pronouns bc that’s what i use lol)

Magic Tricks

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

WC: 2k

CW: Angst; hurt/comfort; Remus doesn’t know how to communicate

A/n: thank you for the request lovely! I definitely tried to make it angsty, but I didn’t wanna prolong it cuz I know Remus would be trying to remedy the problem ASAP!! I hope you enjoy

The first day or so of silence you give him an out, figuring something is going on. But when he still doesn’t reach out after four days, a pit of dread begins to fill your stomach. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened to you. Not with Remus, obviously, but with other boyfriends. Disinterest was always the first step, and then silence, and then the inevitable “it’s not you, it’s me.” You just don’t understand what you could’ve done wrong. Things with Remus, at least you thought, were going well. Great, even. You were certain he was going to be the one you would marry. But now? Now you’re not so sure.

Instead of spending Friday night depressed and alone, you tag along after work to the company’s happy hour. You hope it’ll get your mind off your suddenly distant boyfriend and even help you loosen up.

You’re sitting at a table chatting with some girls from your department about one of their annoying neighbors when the restaurant door opens again and a chilly breeze blows through. You tighten your jacket as you look up at the brisk intrusion and falter There, getting seated by the hostess, is Remus. With another girl. 10,000 emotions are swirling through you, but the worst by far is shock.

Your shoulder is shaken, “hey, you okay?”

Your throat constricts in your chest and you’re not sure you can respond to your concerned coworker, “hmm?”

“You don’t look so good” another says.

“I- I’m sorry I just, I just saw my boyfriend, over there, and he’s with another girl.”

A plethora of protests and groans of disgust emit from your friends but you tune them all out. You’re hurt and confused, and before you know it, your legs have carried you over to where Remus and this redhead girl are sitting.

“Remus?”

You hate how hoarse your voice comes out, and your stomach twists in embarrassment.

The brunette’s head snaps up, eyes meeting yours and widening, “dove?”

Your eyes flit between the happy pair and you scoff, “funny seeing you here, sweetheart. I see now why I haven’t heard from you in days.”

The redhead chokes on her drink, cheeks turning a dark shade of crimson, “oh no! That’s not! We’re not!”

You glare at her and look back at Remus, arms crossed, “what the fuck, Remus? If you weren’t interested in me anymore you could’ve just said it. Instead, you’re going behind my back with other girls. That’s low.”

You turn around and begin to storm off, angry tears building in your eyes.

A warm, familiar hand grabs your wrist, stopping you, “dove, wait, no! It’s not what it looks like. I swear! Please give me a chance to explain. This is Lily! You remember her, right? I’ve talked about her before. She’s my friend from school.”

You stare at the love of your life disbelievingly, “seems like she’s more than just your friend.”

Remus shakes his head desperately, “no that’s not it. Please, let me talk. Just-“ his eyes flit around the room anxiously, aware of the many people watching the scene unfold, “can we go somewhere private to talk.”

“Now you wanna talk?” And damn it, a few tears start rolling down your cheeks, “Remus I haven’t heard from you in a week, and then I catch you with another girl. You have to know how it seems. Even if nothing happened, it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve ignored me, and made me feel worthless. I- I can’t be with someone who ghosts whenever they feel like it!”

“Baby, my love, please,” he pleads, his hands trembling.

“Remus, I’m done. I can’t,” you pull out of his grasp and stalk back over to your table, grabbing your purse and leaving in a hurry of embarrassed tears.

You’ve been bawling your eyes out on the couch for the last few hours, wallowing in your own self-pity. You can’t believe it. You and Remus are really over. The love of your life is gone. You’re not sure you can ever recover. Your phone has been buzzing like crazy- likely Remus- but you choose to ignore it. You can’t talk to him right now, not after everything that happened tonight.

A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts and you stand, wrapping a blanket around you and wiping the remnants of tears from your stained cheeks. When you open it you’re surprised, but not, to see Remus.

“What are you doing here?”

“Dove. I came here to see you…. to explain….everything. I didn’t get the chance at the bar, and you wouldn’t answer my texts or calls. So I’m standing here now, before you, to just give me one chance to make things right. Please, sweetheart, I’m begging you.”

You concentrate on him, eyes scanning his form. His brunette hair is tousled and messy, his clothes are disheveled, and he looks unbelievably tired and stressed. Even though you’re angry and upset, you love him still, and your heart tells you to fight for any possible chance there might be to save this relationship.

“Fine, come in.”

You turn around and stalk into the living room. Remus’ heavy footsteps fall into step behind you and he shuts the door, sealing off the cold night. You take up home on your gray couch again, finding comfort in it amongst the most uncomfortable situation of your life.

He looks at you awkwardly and ruffles his hair, “can I sit?”

You scootch over to give him room even though your body craves to be closer.

“So, what great excuse do you have for tonight? For ignoring me?”

Remus coughs and turns a shade paler, “uhm, right, okay. Uh- I,” he curses quietly, “sorry. I. Okay I’m just gonna say it. I’ve been ignoring you because I’m- I’m a wizard. And I was scared to tell you because I thought you’d run away and think I’m crazy and I love you so much and. Yeah.”

Disbelief. That’s the only emotion you feel. You scoff loudly and glare at him, “are you fucking kidding me, Remus? A wizard. That’s your excuse? And what great one do you have for Lily, huh? Let me guess, she’s a vampire.”

“Well no she’s a witch actually and-“

Remus freezes, realizing that doesn’t really matter because you aren’t being serious.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes again and you stand up, wiping them away frustratedly, “Do you think I’m stupid, Lupin? Do you really discount my intelligence and dignity so much that you think you can use a bullshit excuse like that? I thought you’d at least grant me a mature conversation, but your behavior this past week should’ve warned me that wouldn’t be the case.”

“No, beautiful! I’m not lying, I would never, ever treat you so unkindly I- Well I know I’ve been unkind this week, but just let me show you.”

He fumbles in his dark brown coat and pulls out a long brown stick.

“Let me guess, that’s your wand. And where’s the broom?”

“I can’t afford one,” Remus says with a blush.

You only roll your eyes, “right then, let’s see you do a spell if you really are a wizard.”

He clears his throat nervously and nods. He flicks his ‘wand’ and a bouquet of red roses appears in his hand.

Your eyes widen and you’re impressed, but still not convinced. A flower- appearing-trick is an act you’re sure any skilled magician can pull off with some practice.

Remus extends them to you- “an apology. For being a right prick.”

A smile wavers on your face but you push it down and don’t accept his gift, “is that supposed to convince me, Remus? Any magician could do that.”

His hopeful gaze falters and he bites his lip, “right. Okay- okay hold on uh….Please don’t freak out.”

Remus stands up and moves to the middle of the room, and it’s not lost on you that you really feel like you’re attending a children’s magic show. He holds his hand with the wand to his head and taps twice and right before your eyes Remus slowly disappears into thin air.

Your heart quickens in your chest and you curl into the couch, “Remus! What the fuck?”

“Dove! I told you not to freak out.”

Something touches your arm and you scream, flinching away.

“Sorry, sorry, my love. It’s just me. I’m right in front of you.”

You tremble as your eyes dart around the room, brain not comprehending how you can hear but not see him.

“Baby, reach out slowly.”

You shake your head.

“Please,” he asks in a strained whisper.

With shaky hands you reluctantly reach out until your hands hit something. You flinch slightly, but when something warm wraps around your wrkdr you relax. Even when invisible you’d recognize that touch- the gentle, calloused skin of Remus’ hands.

“H-how? I- you- magic….”

Slowly Remus appears back in view and sits down, tentatively taking both of your hands into his. He almost sighs audibly when you don’t fight his touch.

“I’m happy to answer any questions you want, dove. Just, I want to know… do you still want me? Can you forgive me for lying and ignoring you? Do you think I’m a freak?”

You’re certainly dazed, but you’re awakened from your trance at those final words…. do you think I’m a freak?

Are you overwhelmed? Yes. Are you freaked out? Absolutely? Do you still not totally belive magic is real? For sure. Are you still mad at Remus? Yeah, maybe a little.

But do you think he’s a freak?

“Baby,” you sigh, eyes softening and hand moving to cup his face, “of course not. We… we certainly have a lot to talk about… both magical and communication based… but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. I’d love you less if you cheated or were a terrible person, or lied for a bad reason. But for being different than me… for being you, I could never, ever hate you. I don’t think you’re a freak baby. I love you, for all that you are. And I wish you would’ve trusted in me a little more.”

“I was just so scared to lose you,” he confesses hoarsely, his tired eyes dimming with sadness, “but I see I did that more by hiding than just telling you the truth.”

You hum and nod, running your thumb over his bony cheeks…

“Rem?”

He hums, brown eyes looking at you so softly you melt.

“I obviously have lots of other questions but first… Lily… you’re really not-“

“No! No! Dove, never. I love Lily, but she really is just a friend. She was actually lecturing me on the way to the pub tonight about how I was gonna mess things up with you if I didn’t get my act together.”

“Think I need to meet her formally…” you murmur amusedly, “we’d get along well…”

Remus chuckles fondly and carefully wraps you into his embrace.

You go nearly boneless.

“I really am sorry, my love,” he murmurs into your hair.

You inhale the scent of his sweater and the lingering smell of old books on his collar and sigh, “no more apologies, baby. Just promise me you’ll never do that again.”

Remus kisses your forehead gently, “never. But on that note, I should probably confess that I’m also a-“

[adddddiiii]

Achoo!

Author's Note: I got sick in the rain so why not 🤧

Contents: Remus Lupin x gn!reader

Warnings: Only fluff, pet names, colds 🤷‍♀️

Word Count: 377 (I think)

"Remus?"

You called into your shared apartment. It was raining outside, pouring even, and you had left without an umbrella, despite your boyfriend's suggestion.

"Lovie, take an umbrella, the forecast says it's going to rain."

"No, Rem, it's so sunny out!"

You cursed your stupidity. "Remus?" You called out for him again. You were soaked from head to toe and couldn't step foot into the apartment without the carpet getting drenched.

"Here, love," he padded over to you with a towel in his arms. He wrapped it around you and gave your back a gentle pat.

"Don't look at me like that," you pout.

"Like what?"

"Like that! The I-told-you-so look."

"Well, I did tell you," his tone is chiding. You huffed. He smiled. You finally stepped into the house and he immediately landed a peck on your cheek. "Go dry up, yeah?"

You walked out of your room in clean dry clothes and found Remus reading a book on the couch. You quietly sat beside him. He was completely focused on the book and you couldn't help but admire how pretty he looked. His fluffy brown hair and those brown eyes you adored and his adorable nose and his scars which made him look all tough and-

"Having fun, sweetheart?" Remus was smirking at you. He had caught you staring. Again.

"You're pretty."

"Am I now?"

"Mm-hm."

He smiled and put his book down. "I think you're really pretty too," he put an arm around you. "Are you warm now?"

"Yep."

"Hungry?"

You nod. "Ice cream."

He furrowed his brows, "Doll, you just came out of a storm and now you want to eat ice cream? You're going to catch a cold."

"I'll be fine! Can you turn a movie on please?" You headed to the kitchen and found yourself an ice cream sandwich to snack on.

By the time you were back, Remus was browsing the TV for a decent movie to watch. Once he found one he thought you both would enjoy, he patted his thigh and gestured for you to sit.

Life seemed perfect those few hours you spent on Remus' lap, ice cream in one hand, the other in his hair as you both watched the movie.

And then you started sneezing.

[cruel-seduction]

Nothing just the reader kissing remus after he said he is a monster and she shouldn't be with him. Let's just say he got his answers

[iamgonnagetyouback]

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SUMMARY ৎ୭ you’ve always been told your voice is too loud, too sharp. one night in the common room, you’re laughing, rambling—until you realize you’re the only one talking. the silence feels heavy, but remus won’t let you disappear into it

WARNINGS ಇ. insecurities, self-doubt, overthinking, feeling like a burden, comfort A/N ಇ. this one’s a little heavy, but i hope it’s comforting too ‹𝟹

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Your heart pounded in your chest, a slow-building pressure crawling up your throat, making it hard to breathe. The warmth of the common room suddenly felt suffocating, the air too thick, the crackling of the fire too loud. You curled in on yourself instinctively, shoulders stiffening as if trying to shrink, to make yourself smaller, to erase the space you had taken up.

Why did you always do this?

Why couldn’t you just talk normally?

Your voice had always been too much—too sharp, too fast, too eager. You had spent years trying to soften it, to reign it in, but old habits died hard. And now, just like always, you had gone on too long, laughed too loudly, and made yourself impossible to ignore.

Your parents had told you to use an 'inside voice' even when you weren’t yelling. Your friends growing up had teased you for it—Do you ever shut up? You’re so loud, it gives me a headache. Merlin, let someone else talk for once. Your ex had sighed when you got excited, rubbed his temples when you raised your voice, flinched when you laughed.

You could still hear him. You don’t need to be so loud all the time.

And yet, you’d done it again. You'd let your guard slip, let yourself be too much, let your annoying voice fill the room until there was nothing left for anyone else.

Stupid.

Your hands clenched in your lap, nails digging into your palms. Your mind spiraled, replaying every single word you’d just said, every exaggerated gesture, every second you had commanded attention. It wasn’t even that funny. You weren’t even that funny.

A lump lodged itself in your throat. You needed to say something—to cover it up, to deflect, to fix it.

You forced out a stiff laugh, the sound brittle and wrong. "Er—anyway, it wasn’t that funny," you muttered, waving a dismissive hand. Your voice felt unnatural, forcibly even, like you were trying to fold it in half and shove it into a smaller space.

They were still looking at you.

Sirius, brows furrowed. Lily, tilting her head. Marlene, frowning slightly. James, lips parted as if he wanted to say something but didn’t know how. Peter, shifting uncomfortably.

And Remus—

His gaze was the worst of all.

Soft, steady, thoughtful. Like he could see right through you. Like he could hear every cruel whisper in your head.

Your stomach twisted.

You scrambled for another excuse, something easy, something that would make them move on, because you couldn’t do this right now. "I just—sorry, I lost my train of thought," you blurted, rubbing the back of your neck. Your fingers felt ice-cold. "I—it wasn’t important anyway."

The silence stretched too long. The moment felt too raw, too exposed.

You wanted to disappear.

Remus shifted beside you, and before you could react, his hand was on yours. Warm, grounding, solid.

You blinked.

"You do that a lot," he murmured, voice gentle but firm. "Cut yourself off like that."

You swallowed hard, staring down at where his fingers curled over yours. "No, I don’t," you lied instinctively, pulse skittering in your ears.

Remus huffed, not unkindly. "Yeah, you do."

A warmth pressed against your other side—Lily, leaning into you, tucking her arm through yours. "Yeah," she echoed softly. "You do."

Your throat ached.

Sirius stretched his arms dramatically over the back of the couch, tipping his head toward you. "Thought it was funny," he said simply.

James scoffed. "Mate, you were laughing so hard you nearly choked on your own spit."

Sirius lifted a lazy hand. "Irrelevant."

You exhaled shakily. "It’s just—" You forced out a laugh, but it sounded wrong. "My voice is annoying, isn’t it?"

Silence.

Your stomach dropped. You knew it.

"Who told you that?" Remus asked again, but his voice had changed. Lower, tighter, the kind of quiet that crackled like a storm on the verge of breaking.

You had been ready for laughter. For teasing, for disbelief, for maybe even a joking, "Well, you do talk a lot!" because that’s what people did, wasn’t it? They softened it, wrapped it up in humor to make it easier to swallow.

But no one laughed. No one even smiled.

You swallowed, forcing a shrug. "Everyone."

That was the truth of it, wasn’t it? Not one single voice in your head telling you to be smaller, to be quieter, to be less. It had been a chorus, years and years of looks and sighs and words sharpened just enough to dig beneath your skin and stay there.

"My parents used to tell me to lower my voice," you said, voice unsteady. "My teachers said I should talk less. My exes said I was too loud, that my voice was too sharp. I—I tried to fix it, I really did, but sometimes I just—forget."

The words kept tumbling out, unstoppable now, as though something in you had cracked open.

"And I was talking for so long, and I wasn’t even looking at you all, and I didn’t even realize—"

"Wait, wait, wait," Marlene cut in, her frown deepening. "Back up. You think we don’t want to hear you talk?"

The immediate, instinctive response was to say of course not. Of course, you didn’t think that, not really. That would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it? But your stomach twisted, fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater, and the words wouldn’t come.

"That’s ridiculous," Lily said, firm. "We love when you talk. You always have the best stories."

"Literally," James agreed. "You make everything sound a thousand times funnier."

"And dramatic," Sirius added. "Like, actually. It’s a gift."

His warmth bled into you, but the lump in your throat didn’t go away. "I try not to be too much. But sometimes I forget. And then I get this feeling like everyone just wants me to shut up, and I feel stupid for even—"

"You’re not stupid."

Remus said it so firmly, so unshakably, that it startled you into looking at him.

He was watching you with that steady, unwavering gaze, his brows slightly drawn, his lips pressed into a thin line. His expression wasn’t angry, not exactly, but there was something fierce in his eyes, something that burned.

"Your voice isn’t annoying," he said. "Not to us. And definitely not to me."

Your breath caught.

"You shouldn’t have to shrink yourself just to make other people comfortable," he continued, softer now, but still certain. "You don’t have to filter yourself around us. Around me."

You wanted to believe him. You really, really did. But the doubt had been planted too deep, roots tangled around your ribs.

"But what if I am too much?"

Remus exhaled, slow and deliberate. Then, before you could pull away, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours with a gentleness that made your chest ache.

"Then I’ll remind you as many times as it takes that you’re not."

Your breath hitched.

You weren’t sure why, but that sentence—those simple words—sent a sharp, aching pain through your ribs, something fragile cracking open inside your chest.

You didn’t realize you were crying until Remus’ thumb brushed a tear from your cheek.

"Love," he murmured, and the word nearly undid you.

You sucked in a shaky breath, willing yourself to laugh it off, to move on, to pretend like nothing had happened. But it was too late. They had all seen.

And none of them were looking at you like you were too much.

Not Remus, whose thumb kept brushing soothingly over the back of your hand. Not Lily, who was resting her head on your shoulder. Not Marlene, who gave you a small, teasing smile. Not James, who was nudging your knee with his own. Not Sirius, who made an exaggerated show of pretending to wipe his own ‘tears.’

"She’s gone all soft on us, Moony," Sirius muttered, nudging Remus with his elbow. "Might want to remind her how loud she was being earlier."

Remus shot him a look but turned back to you. "I like the way you talk," he said, voice quieter, lower, meant for only you to hear. "The way you get excited. The way you ramble. The way your voice fills the room."

Your lower lip wobbled. "I just—I don’t want to be annoying."

Remus frowned. "You’re not annoying." He shifted, leaning in closer, so close that you could see the flecks of gold in his brown eyes. "You are the best part of every conversation I’m lucky enough to be in."

Your breath left you all at once, like he had knocked the wind out of you.

You didn’t know what to say.

But you didn’t have to.

Because Remus just squeezed your hand, solid and steady and warm.

Surrounded. Safe.

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. Your voice was quiet when you spoke. "I was at the part where my partner set fire to their notes, right?"

James immediately sat up straighter. "Yes! Keep going."

"Yeah," Sirius grinned. "You can’t leave out the best part."

And so you did.

And this time, you let yourself enjoy it.

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[inkdrinkerworld]

Oh oh what about soft!dom remus and reader who’s upset over a conversation with her family and doesn’t know how to let it go and he helps distract/regulate her???

Not sure if this is soft!dom, but he definitely helps reader relax and work through it mentally

“You’re stewing dovey.” Remus murmurs as he reaches for you on the settee.

He’s got a plate in one hand, bread pudding you’d been asking for all weekend and some fruit on the side.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, they’re so mean and it’s fine when they do it. But when I stick up for myself suddenly I’m a raging bitch.”

Remus shakes his head, kissing your temple as you start to get angry all over again. “You’re not a bitch. They’re just close minded.”

He placed the plate in your lap and you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I just get so pissed because why it’s okay for them but I’m a pariah when I do it? I’m not immune to bad moods, I just don’t take it out on everyone.”

Remus knows from Sirius that family relationships are tough. Sirius’ situation was different but he can see similarities between yours and his.

Your family, mainly your siblings, expect you to be this perfect golden child and you can never make a mistake and it weighs on you.

It’s why Remus and you only see your mum when you visit and your sister sometimes. Your brothers are another story.

“And you’re better for that dovey. You’re not a pariah, you’re allowed all of your feelings even if they try to make you feel bad. You won’t get censorship here.” Remus nudges your knee with his. “C’mon, eat before it goes cold.”

You take a bite and your shoulders drop a little- Remus is a wizard at bread pudding. It’s somehow never sopping wet on the bottom. It’s a comfort food of yours and after today it was necessary.

Remus chooses his words carefully while you eat.

“I know you care what they think of you, but I think sometimes they need the reality check you just gave them. They can’t walk all over you and expect it not to get tiring.”

You nod, “I just, I don’t want to be a bad person.”

Remus smiles at that. “You could never be a bad person dove.”

You roll your eyes as you offer him the last bite. “You’re biased, and you’re supposed to think highly of me.”

Remus speaks around the bite, “I am biased, but we both know I’m not going to let you be a bad person if I thought that’s what you were becoming.”

It’s true. Remus has stopped many spirals and many mean rants the moment they got deprecating.

“So you’d tell me?”

Remus kisses your temple, “If I ever got a feeling that you were being a bad person I’d tell you.” You seem content at that. Remus holds you closer to his chest. “For the record, I thought you could’ve stood to be a tiny bit more stern on the phone, but I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself.”

You smile as you tip your head back to his chest to look up at him. “Ah, I had help learning how to do that.”

Remus rubs your chest at the admission. “Whoever they are, they seem very smart.” There’s a cheeky smile on his face, but mostly he really is proud of you for standing up for yourself.

“You would think so.”

[ticifics]

Whispers of the Sea

dad!Remus Lupin x mom!reader

Summary: Remus looked at her with a mixture of wonder and reverence. It was as if no matter how many times he held her like this, the miracle of having her there never ceased to amaze him. "Look at that, my little star," he whispered, his voice low and filled with tenderness. "Do you see how the sea seems endless? It's as big as the world waiting for you."

Warnings: flufy, est. relationship, no war au, no use of a baby name, no use of y/n, after hogwarts (obviosly), Remus was born to be a dad

A/N: I hope the quality hasn't dropped here

The salty breeze of the beach was gentle, carrying with it the rhythmic sound of waves breaking on the sand. The sky was painted in soft shades of blue and gold, and the sunlight danced lazily over the water, creating a scene so serene it felt like a dream.

Remus walked slowly, each step sinking slightly into the warm sand. In his arms, his daughter was nestled, her curious little eyes taking in everything around her. She was leaning against his chest, one tiny hand clutching the fabric of his shirt as if that small gesture could ensure she would never drift away from the safe harbor he provided.

He looked at her with a mixture of wonder and reverence. It was as if no matter how many times he held her like this, the miracle of having her there never ceased to amaze him. "Look at that, my little star," he whispered, his voice low and filled with tenderness. "Do you see how the sea seems endless? It's as big as the world waiting for you."

She didn’t respond, of course—she was still too young to understand his words. But the way her eyes sparkled, reflecting the infinite blue of the sky and sea, said she was absorbing it all in her own way. Remus smiled, leaning slightly to let the breeze touch her tiny face.

"Can you feel that?" he asked, his voice almost like a shared secret. "That’s the wind, sweet girl. It comes from places you don’t know yet, but one day... one day you’ll explore every corner of this world. And when that day comes, I’ll be here, helping you find your way."

The baby made a small sound, something between a sigh and a murmur. Remus gently ran a finger over her little face, brushing away a strand of hair that the breeze had stuck to her cheek.

"You know I’d do anything for you, don’t you, my little star?" he murmured, as if making a promise. "I’ll always be here. Always."

She responded in the only way she knew—letting out a soft sound that resembled a giggle and reaching out her tiny hand toward his face.

Watching the two of them from a distance, you felt a sweet ache in your chest. The scene was so full of love it was impossible not to be moved by it. Remus was completely absorbed in his daughter, his movements slow and careful, as if holding her was the most sacred thing in the world. But he noticed when you approached, and the smile he gave as he lifted his eyes was enough to make your heart skip a beat.

"Someone’s eavesdropping," he teased lightly, his tone still filled with that softness he reserved for the two of you.

"How could I not?" you replied, closing the distance between you and placing a hand on his arm. "You speak as if you’re reciting poetry. It’s hard not to be enchanted."

Remus chuckled quietly, but the laughter faded quickly as he looked at you. "It’s just... sometimes I still wonder if all of this is really real." He lowered his eyes to the baby, now distractedly tugging at the fabric of his shirt. "Having you two... it’s more than I ever thought possible. And yet, here you are."

Your hand moved to his face, your fingers gently stroking his cheek. "We’re here, Remus. And we’re not going anywhere."

He closed his eyes at your touch, leaning slightly into your hand as if that simple gesture could ground him. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze locked onto yours, intense and filled with emotion. "I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life being grateful."

He leaned forward slightly, and you closed the distance, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that seemed to convey everything he hadn’t yet put into words. When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing deeply.

You kept your hand on his face. "You do deserve this, Remus. You deserve so much."

When he opened his eyes again, you couldn’t help but notice the details that made him who he was. The soft curve of a scar running across his jaw, a reminder of the battles he faced every month. His tousled brown hair, with a few prematurely gray strands, the result of stress and pain he had carried for so long. But to you, every detail was perfect. Each mark told the story of the man he was—strong, resilient, and so full of love that it seemed impossible he had ever doubted himself.

You smiled, your eyes tracing every familiar inch of his face. "You know how beautiful you are, don’t you?"

Remus chuckled softly, the sound almost disbelieving. "Beautiful, huh?" He shook his head, but a slight blush colored his cheeks.

"Yes," you said firmly, letting your hand slide from his cheek to his neck, where your thumb traced a small circle. "And not just because you gave me her." Your gaze shifted to the baby, still nestled in his arms, her rosy cheeks and curious eyes darting between you and him.

As if she realized she was the topic of conversation, the little one began babbling something unintelligible, her chubby hands reaching determinedly toward you.

Remus looked at his daughter, his smile softening even further, if that were possible. "Oh, you want to go to Mommy, little star?" he asked, his voice brimming with pure adoration.

He adjusted her in his arms with care, moving with the ease of someone who had performed the gesture countless times, and handed her to you. As soon as you held her, she snuggled into your embrace, one tiny hand gripping the fabric of your blouse as if to ensure you wouldn’t go anywhere.

"Well, I guess I’ve lost my spot," Remus joked, crossing his arms and watching the two of you with a satisfied smile.

"Maybe," you replied with a playful grin. "But only because she knows where the best lap is."

"She’s smart," Remus agreed, marveling at his daughter’s tiny hands with a look of fascination. "She knows exactly where she wants to be."

You laughed, gently stroking the baby’s soft hair as she gazed at Remus, clearly still expecting his attention. "She knows she has the best dad in the world," you said, smiling at him.

Remus ran a hand through his hair, the gesture slightly self-conscious, but the light in his eyes gave away how much your words meant. He stepped closer, leaning in to kiss his daughter’s forehead and then pressing his lips softly to yours. "I have the two most incredible people in the world," he murmured, his voice low but full of sincerity.

Remus wrapped his arms around the two of you, holding you in an embrace that seemed to promise that no matter what happened, you would always be home to each other.

"She’s mesmerized by the sea," he remarked, looking at the baby in your arms, now blinking drowsily as if the motion of the waves and the gentle rocking of the sea breeze were lulling her to sleep. "I think someone’s going to have sweet dreams tonight," he murmured, his voice full of affection.

And you knew he was right. Because with him, all dreams—hers, yours, and his—had found a safe place to exist.

[peppermintkissesxoxo]

Babymoon

shy!remus lupin x gn!reader

cw: casual d/s dynamics, dom!reader, sub!Remus, reader helps remus eat breakfast, petnames: dove/dovey, babymoon, moonbeam, baby, no pronouns for reader used

(note: I published this before but took it down bc I didn't like the petnames I used in the first one lmfao)

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The sound of loud chattering voices fills your ears as you round the corner into the entrance of the great hall. Students bustle about, laughing and chatting as they eat up their breakfasts. 

Your eyes scan the Gryffindor table as you walk, searching for one person in particular. Your eyes catch on his sandy hair, pretty silvery scars glimmering in the low light and his eyes, hazel pools of gooey sweet love staring straight at you.

Remus straightens up, lips pulling up into a gentle smirk, eyes soft with yearning love. You make it to the maurauder's area of the table in record time. Before he can get a word out, you're stepping up behind him, hand slipping through his silky hair as you lean down, breath tickling his cheek before your lips stamp against the rosy, scarred flesh. 

"Dovey." He breathes out, pleased at your presence.

You smile wide when you pull away, lifting your leg over the bench to slide in the space between Remus and James. You send the others a quick smile a good morning, and then your attention is locked on Remus. You gently swipe a stray curl off his forehead. 

"Hi there, babymoon." You murmur gently, pupils pooling with love and adoration. Your body is shifted towards him, attention locked on only him. Your fingers gently reach out to toy with the hem of his t-shirt, eyes unable to stop from glancing down to his plate to see what he's eating. 

The others acknowledge the scene with poorly concealed amusement, though they keep quiet as they're quite used to this type of fussing behavior from you in the morning. They know quite well there's not much they can do to garner your attention when you're being to so attentive to him. 

"You ate already?" You murmur to Remus, eyeing the half slice of toast covered in marmalade sitting lonesome on a white porcelain plate with suspicion. 

Many times Remus will try and get away with eating barely scraps, it sends your nerves into overdrive. The thing about your relationship is that you have quite an instinct to coddle and baby Remus, making sure he's properly fed and rested and happy in ways that are in your control. And he basks in it, most of the time.

So, the sight of half a slice of toast is sending alarm bells off in your head. 

Remus shrinks, shoulders hunching inwards and creeping up towards his quickly pinking ears, though he tries his best to act casual about it.

He's got two routes he can take: the first one, lie and likely get ratted out by all of your mutual friends who have been sitting at the table eating with him before you arrived and are most definitely listening in on your conversation, or, tell the truth and likely get scolded and fussed over.

He chose the second. "Uhm... n- no. Haven't er- really eaten quite yet," he mumbles weakly, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. 

Your eyes narrow in disapproval. "Is that right?" You look him up and down, slowly. A beat of silence. "So what else are you gonna eat then, baby? How about some protein, yeah?" Your voice is soft but decisive, stern enough to properly get the point across but still appropriate for being in public.

You reach for his plate and then fork up some sausages onto the dish-ware. You don't stop there, spooning up a few strawberries and blackberries from the fruit bowl. Keeping in mind his love for chocolate, you add a mini chocolate croissant to finish it off. Once done you set his plate in front of him and grab his glass to fill full with pumpkin juice, his favorite. 

Remus, meanwhile, is blushing mad like the ruby red strawberries glimmering on his plate. A warm sensation fills his chest, the familiarity of being cared for and coddled snaking through him and igniting a pleasant buzzing sensation throughout his nervous system. Though, it doesn't help that he's equally embarassed as well. He loves this kind of treatment but he also hates that he likes it so much, and that's partially because he can get a bit shy with affection when around his teasing friends. 

"Dovey-" he attempts a weak, whispered interjection as he all but gawks at his full plate. 

"Hmm?" You encourage as you set his filled glass down. 

When your eyes raise to his at his silence, you're met with a pretty pout and big puppy eyes. Your heart melts, but you don't give him too much sympathy, more concerned with his health at the moment. 

You lean in closer to whisper back to him. "Enough." Your eyes trace his features with softness, though sternness lingers, hands pressed to his thigh. "I'd like this plate to be cleared by the time we leave, moonbeam. Or I'll take it to go and feed it to you on the way to class." Your lips pull up into a Cheshire grin. 

Remus's jaw loosens, lips parting as his heartbeat picks up multiple paces. His eyes dart away and he knows it's hopeless to try and act like he has a say in this decision.

But, that doesn't stop him from exercising his right to whine. "What? Dove you piled food on there, I can't eat all that." He gestures to the full plate helplessly. 

That only deserves him an eyebrow raise. Your elbow makes contact with the table as you lean your head onto your palm. "Tough luck, babymoon." You smirk at him, unfazed. 

He deflates, certain now he won't win. "But-" he mumbles, petulance less prominent but still clinging to his vocal chords. 

You don't acknowledge his huffing, simply picking up his fork and gently pushing it into his palm to hold. 

"Eat," you speak firmly but not unkindly. 

He can't help but listen to you. He'll always listen to you one way or another. He doesn't mind that he can feel some of the maurauders teasing eyes on him. All he cares about is you and doing what you so sweetly but strictly told him to do. 

As he chews on a sausage he thinks of ways to get your attention, noticing how now you're focused on eating your own food. It just won't do. He missed you all morning and you were late to breakfast for Godrick’s sake! He's desperate for your fussing and coddling. 

After he's finished the first sausage he sets his fork down and grabs a strawberry, leaning in closer to your body. "So... do I get a reward if I finish all my food?" He teases, lips pulling up into a soft smirk, eyes glued to your face. 

You scoff out a gentle laugh. "Oh? So suddenly finishing a menial breakfast deserves a reward? You're cute, but no," you tease back, leaning forward to take a bite out of the half eaten strawberry dangling from his fingers. As you pull back, chewing, strawberry juice clung to your lips, you wink at him. 

Remus falters, cheeks tinging pink. He always gets a bit bashful when you flirt with him, though he refuses to give up. "Awe, c'mon, dovey..." he mumbles teasingly as he bites off the rest of the redness from the berry. 

Your hand drops your fork gently in turning your body towards him. Exactly his goal. 

"Cheeky this morning, huh?"

Remus's blush deepens. "Don't know what you mean." He shrugs. He knows exactly what he's doing. 

"Right." 

"I don't." 

You tilt your head in disbelief, squinting your eyes in amusement. "You're so cute," you murmur. 

Remus's ears blush pink. "Flirt." 

You cackle with delight. "You deserved it." You softly shove his shoulder. 

He chuckles softly as his body sway from the impact. And then his expression turns more serious, eyes drooping with lovesickness. "I love you," he murmurs earnestly. 

Your heat skips a beat. You stare at him, a twinkle in your gaze. "You're everything. I love you, my babymoon." 

"Oi! A bit much for breakfast, yeah?" Sirius's voice booms out, pulling you two from your love bubble. 

You roll your eyes, pointedly squishing yourself against Remus's side, arms wrapped around his body. "Jealous, Pads?" 

He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms. "No. Not jealous. Just sick to the stomach, thank you very much." 

That only serves him multiple eye rolls around the table. 

A hot breath tickles your cheek. "Love you." 

And your smile is telling of how much you feel the same.