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okay | r.l.

a/n: for my academically burnt out girlies (can you tell i’m one of them😭)

tw: fluff

remus lupin x reader

Remus quietly padded down into the common room, unsurprised to find you seated at the table with parchments and books scattered around you.

There was a puddle of drool spreading from where your face rested against a book, fast asleep. Remus internally winced; there was no way that was a comfortable position for your neck.

He gently brushes the tips of his fingers against your hairline and you immediately jolt awake, almost knocking his arm in the process.

You raise your hands to rub your eyes with slowed movements, the exhaustion lining your features painfully obvious. You turn to him, befuddled, before realising who it is and softening.

You looked adorable, mussed up hair and wide-eyed. It had Remus thinking about how it would feel to wake up to the sight for the rest of his life. “How long have you been up for, dove?”

He flattens his palms onto your shoulder blades, needling pressure into the tense muscles with his thumbs. You melt under his touch, your shoulders slumping. “Not very long,” you lie.

“It’s 4am, baby. You’ve been studying all night, haven’t you?”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth, letting out a soft sigh. “Yeah… I guess. But I have to, there’s still three more chapters I’m not done revising. I just need more coffee.”

“The last thing you need right now,” Remus mutters as he lets go of your shoulders and lowers himself into a chair beside you, “is coffee. You need to get some rest, sweetheart. You’re not gonna be able to remember anything when you’re this tired.”

He uses his foot to push your chair around till you’re facing him. You reach for him immediately, sleepy movements causing you to lay your arms, bundled up, in his lap. Bemusedly, he takes your hands and starts to rub circles into your wrists.

“But I’m not tired,” you argue, though your eyelids look like they’re physically weighing you down. You’re blinking so forcefully Remus thinks it would generate enough energy to power a light bulb. “I just took a power nap and I’m good now.”

“That’s not enough, dove. It’s late, and you’re gonna be fucked up tomorrow. You need proper rest.”

“Do I?”

“You do.”

Your face is lovably scrunched up now, and Remus can’t tell if you’re trying to challenge him or if your brain really is that fuzzy.

He moves to gather your materials and you make a small noise of protest, dazedly shaking your head. “I can’t rest now, I need to finish studying first.”

You seem hardly able to track his movements, eyelids drooping shut every few seconds. “You can study tomorrow, sweetheart. You’ve studied enough for tonight.”

You huff, stubbornly staying put in your chair. Remus rises to his feet, tucking the stack of books in one arm before firmly pulling you up with the other. You stay silent, obviously annoyed but too exhausted to fight back.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as he leads you up the staircase to his dorm. The anxiety in your features is palpable, and he feels bad for worsening it. But he knows you, he knows you would never feel like you’ve studied enough. You’d work yourself to the bone if you had it your way, so it was up to him to make sure you didn’t.

“You look exhausted, baby,” he murmurs as he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead. You visibly soften, your expression morphing into one less rigid. “I am exhausted.”

“I know,” he concedes, pushing you onto the bed until you’re properly laying down. “You’re gonna do better with rest, trust me. You’re gonna be okay.”

You hum weakly in response, eyes fluttering shut as soon as your head hits the pillow. Even in your dazed state, your arms extend towards him.

Remus lets out a soft chuckle and climbs into the bed next to you, pulling the covers over the both of you.

You shuffle towards him, seeking his warmth. He wraps an arm around your middle and tugs till you’re snugly pressed up against each other, pecking a kiss to the soft skin beneath your eye. “I meant what I said, alright? Don’t worry about the test. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Okay,” you whisper, and he feels that last bit of uncertainty you had melt away as you deflate. Your words come out muffled as you move impossibly closer, snuggling your face into his chest. “Okay. G’night.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

heaven | r.l.

i don’t know what this is… not a fic, more like a word vomit about remus loving you HAHA enjoy <3

Remus Lupin wasn’t religious in one way or another. But even he knew you were godsent. 

Passed out, lying with twisted limbs and a drool-filled mouth; you looked nothing short of an angel.

He touches you, you don’t stir. That’s good, he thinks. It means he has more time to love you without having to accept undeserved affection in return. 

He’d asked the question a thousand times, thought about it even more. Why me? And you’d smile at him like he wasn’t a monster, like he wasn’t born to kill. Who else? you’d say. And that’s when Remus realised that it doesn’t take kindness to love somebody; all it takes is that ache in your heart and burn in your fingertips. He wasn’t kind; yet he loved you.

The tips of his fingers dance across your cheek, feeling the soft skin on which his lips had made their home. He has unordinary courage tonight; he dares to bring his other hand to rest on the curve of your hip.

He brushes his thumb, featherlike, underneath your shirt. His shirt. You make a soft sound, and it’s all he needs to hear to know what heaven sounds like.

Remus had never felt like yours was more than a title until he met you. He was yours, yours to love, yours to break, yours to throw away. He belonged to you, and that was the greatest badge of honour any man could wear. He wanted you to touch him, make your mark upon him until it burnt, and he’d thank you for branding him with the etch of your thumbprint.

You were perfect; in every sense of the word. He’d learn every tongue till he was fluent in showing you how utterly divine you were. The dark lines on your thighs didn’t bother him nearly as much as they did you, and neither did the scars. He cursed himself reverently for his own; but never yours. Every mark on your being was a part of you, every inch of your skin a holy grail he’d read without complaint.

He’d worship you if you’d let him. Let his hands find their haven in every nook and crevice of your perfect body, whisper feverish words of cadence and cruelty till you screamed his name. You allowed him to touch you; and that was enough for now.

As he feels you now, mindlessly splaying his hands on your bare back, your eyes flutter open. Remus doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the jerk of his heart stopping when you look at him like that. You reach for him with a smile even in half-lidded consciousness; he goes without protest because it’s you.

He knew forever wasn’t a word meant for lovers. But for now, he can hold you in his arms and hear your heartbeat when you pull him in. You'll let him tell you he loves you till the grave, and that is compensation enough.

can I request the prompt “95: sender cradles receiver’s face” with remus lupin? maybe him and shy!reader’s first kiss?

thank you for the request lovely! and I’m really sorry it took so long. hope this is okay angel 🤍

remus lupin x fem!reader

Remus looks at you like no one’s ever looked at you before. He looks at you and it’s like you’ve been struck by lightning.

“What?” You ask, still not used to how he looks at you like you’re made of gold. Your cheeks burn.

Remus tips his head to the side and drags his thumb across the space beneath your eye. Your heart skyrockets. You’re so unfamiliar with being touched in such a mindless way in such an insignificant spot. It feels like he’s got fire in his fingers when he does it.

“I’m not allowed to look at you?” Remus asks, frowning a frown that’s too deep to be real.

You huff, too flustered by his touching and his staring to do anything else. “You’re allowed,” you say quietly. “I’m just.” Shy? Nervous? So in love with him it freaks you out every time you think about it? “Never mind.”

Remus laughs softly and it sends what feels like a shockwave through your chest. He’s got the best laugh you’ve ever heard, all lovely and smooth like honey.

“You’re just what, babe?” He asks gently. In all the affection you’ve look away, eyes fixed on Remus’ knees, and he tilts you back up to look at him now, both hands on your face so you can’t escape. “Shy? You’ve got no reason to be. It’s just me.”

That’s kind of the point, you want to say. “Right,” you say instead. The word comes out sounding half-strangled though you don’t mean it to.

Remus smiles and pushes his hand backward to brush your hair away from your neck. He keeps his hand there, in the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

“But,” he says, “if you want me to stop I will. Just say the word, pretty girl.”

In truth, you don’t want him to stop. He’s looking at you like he wants to kiss you and he’s close enough to actually kiss you. You bite the inside of your mouth and try to remember if you brushed your teeth before he came over.

“I, um. You don’t have to stop,” you say, words jumbled and your heart pumping hard. You did brush your teeth, you remember with a flood of relief. You do every time you see Remus, just in case. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Remus smiles and a wrinkle like a dimple appears in his cheek. It’s not quite a dimple but you like it better that way.

“I thought so,” he says. Not condescending, but not all together serious either. His smile makes the difference, teasing but still saccharine sweet.

You’re so busy staring at his lips you don’t notice how much closer he’s gotten in the past two seconds. He’s so close you could count his eyelashes. You look up at them, at his unfairly gorgeous brown eyes, the tiny scar running just beneath his eye, and try not to pass out.

He’s close enough that you can feel his warm breath on your lips when he says, “Do you want a kiss?”

You don’t have it in you to open your mouth and say an actual word. Instead you nod, past caring how desperate you look.

You get to see Remus’ pretty answering smile for about a half a second before it’s pressed to your mouth. He’s achingly gentle, his hand a steadying weight at the bottom of your neck, fingers curled round to brush the nape. His other hand stays at your cheek, pulling you into him carefully.

His lips on yours is a feeling you can’t describe. It’s exciting. It’s maddening. It makes you want more and makes you want to pull away for fear of going feral all at once. It’s a short kiss, compared to at least ones you’ve seen on TV, though you know those are staged and unrealistic. You’re happy anyway. And you’d probably die in Remus’ hands if he’d kissed you any longer.

You’re noticeably more breathless than Remus when he pulls away. You’d try to hide it but you’re too busy being frazzled.

“You okay?” He asks you, sounding genuinely concerned. He hooks a finger under your chin. He clocks the look on your face and his concern turns into teasing fast. “Woah. I’m not that bad at kissing, am I?”

You groan and tug yourself out of his grasp to hide your boiling hot face in your hands. It’s likely you’ll hide here for the rest of your life.

Remus laughs. “Oh, come on,” he protests, hands at your forearms and climbing. “Come out and I’ll give you another?”

Never mind.

Illness and Comfort |Remus Lupin

Pairing: Remus Lupin x wife!reader

Fluff

Summary: Comforts from the upcoming moon.

Remus Lupin Masterlist

Warnings: pain, sickness, symptoms of being a werewolf, Remus not feeling well enough to get out of bed.

Cariad = love

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Stepping out of the fireplace with a flash of green you listened curiously to your surroundings. When you saw that Remus was not in his usual chair you worried that he had bed-ridden himself.

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

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James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

casual dominance with remus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desperately need James or Remus to make all my decisions for me. I don’t want to think at ALL😭

Remus has your hand in his as he leads you towards the bookstore.

You’d been anticipating a new read for the last couple of weeks and wanted to see if the bookstores finally got it.

“Do you think they’ll have it Remmy? I really don’t want to get it online.”

You swing your interlocked fingers, walking in step with your boyfriend as the October winds whip past you both.

It’s not biting cold, no sting in the wind yet but it’s cold enough to chill you.

“They’ll have it dove.” You don’t know that Remus had called ahead and had made sure they had the book and another you’d been looking forward too as well.

You’re still swinging your hands when Remus stops in the road, your body stilling a second later.

“Why’d we stop?” You ask, face a little red from the cold as you look up at him.

“Light’s red, dovey.” Your eyes follow the finger pointing to the stop sign and you nod.

“Didn’t notice.” You shrug, your hand moving from his palm to his bicep while you wait.

You don’t see it, but Remus beams when you tuck your face into his arm. It was a throwaway comment to you, but to Remus it means that you have full trust in him, in what you’re doing together and he can’t help but feel his heart speed up because of it.

-Remus Lupin x reader

{A lazy Sunday morning is rudely disturbed by James and Sirius, much to Remus’ dismay}

Short and sweet! Hope you enjoy as always lovelies!💕

!18! {Its a little suggestive}

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Remus loves mornings with you, how your gentle fingers run up and down the expanse of his back, he sighs against your collarbones as your fingers graze against his scars that are littered over his skin, you enjoy the roughnesses of them.

You spent the night over at his apartment, enjoying the silence since both James and Sirius were gone.

He nuzzles his nose against your neck as he presses kisses along your shoulders, “Mm, you’re so cuddly in the mornings” you giggle, running a hand through his pillow-tussled hair.

You can feel him smile into your skin as he throws a leg over your own, “You’re so warm” he says, voice still a little raspy from sleep. His hand slips underneath the oversized shirt you’re wearing, and you hum softly at the feeling. He props himself on his elbow, gazing down at you with soft eyes, “And so very pretty dove” he smiles, dropping a kiss to your shoulder, then another to the corner of your mouth.

The butterflies in your stomach are all too prominent at his loving words, and goosebumps prick at your skin as his hand traverses up your body. He notices, of course, he does he always notices the way your body reacts to him.

That’s why he decides to push his luck, leaving a hot trail of kisses along your neck, his soft lips lingering at the sensitive parts of your skin making you sigh with pleasure and it only fuels him to go further.

“I love you” he whispers, lips grazing against your jaw as he moves to lay in between your legs. He continues to pepper kisses along your skin as your fingers thread through his hair, and he smirks when your hips writhe under his own.

You gasp when he grinds down against you mimicking your own actions, “I love yo-” and before you could even get the four words out there’s a loud knock at his door. Remus lets his head drop against your shoulder as he groans.

“Come on Moony! You promised us breakfast” Sirius yells from the other side of the door, followed by James saying something about how he was ‘starving’

Remus lifts his head from your shoulder, “Talk me out of murder” he says, dropping a kiss to your shoulder as you try to stifle a laugh behind your hand.

“We couldn’t do this” you smile, tucking his hair behind his ear before leaning to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and he hums in agreement. And despite the relentless knocking at his bedroom door he still kisses you, thumb resting against your chin as his tongue pushes against yours.

He pulls back, his forehead against yours and for a moment the sound of the knocking is drowned, it doesn’t last long enough though as both James and Sirius start hammering at the door with their fists.

You giggle as he stands up from the bed, the door swings open, “Oh come on! You’re not even dressed!?” James complains throwing his hands up in the air.

“Yeah put a shirt on you flirt” Sirius smirks, his head popping out from behind the door as he sends you a small wave greeting you a good morning, you wave back to him with a laugh.

Remus threads a hand through his hair, “Give me twenty and we’ll be ready” he huffs, watching as the pair nod their heads, and just like that the door closes again and he climbs back into bed with you.

He notices the confusion that paints your face as nuzzles back down into your arms, “Just five more minutes dove” he smiles and you don’t fight him on it as your arms wrap around his shoulders, because how could you deny that?

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-Remus Lupin x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Cowboy!Remus Lupin x Reader

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

Cowboy Remus, you have saved lives. Enjoy lovelies 💕

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Art by @/sophithil on twt

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

-Cowboy!Remus Lupin x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Art by @/sophithil on twt