#hedda writes

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After saving up for awhile, remus and you are finally able to buy a cute house in hogsmade. To celebrate remus would like to fuck in every room and you’re so into the idea ;)

"after you, mrs. lupin."

it took them only a few seconds in their new house, to find themselves pressed against one another, unable to let go.

"(y/n)-", he says in between kisses, "we only just got inside the door..."

she connects them again, "all the better reason to create some..." hands pull down sleeves to reveal more soft skin, "memories."

he's already a goner, our old-fashioned lover boy.

soon, they're recollecting their minds and their clothes from all around the living room. their first night in their new and ancient house is one for them to remember.

"so", he breaths deeper already, "wanna do this is the bed room as well?"

she kisses his lips, and she'll never stop.

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Remus is sitting on the edge of the bed when youwalk in and place yourself between his legs. Hands on your hips while you play with his collar shirt, kisses here and there and before you knew it he was taking off your shirt and you straddled him

“i missed you so much.” his words stick into the warm summer night air. he’s situated on your shared bed. his eyes search your face, pleading love.

“how much?” you approach him, standing between his legs. his head is in level with your chest, you can feel his eyes raiding you. your hands move to the collar of his shirt, toying with the first button.

he gulps, eyes still fixed.

your lips touch his ear, “remus, how much?”

words still lost.

buttons are unclasped, he’s revealed. suddenly, something inside of him sparks. in a few seconds, he’s pushed you onto the bed. your previous position of power is no longer standing, he pins you down. 

lips raid you neck, “i don’t know, (y/n). how much did you miss me?”

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A lot of times remus thought he wasnt good enough for you and it would hurt your little heart so at every occasion you’d get you’d show him how much you loved him wether it was with loads of kisses, small touches, cute notes but i think the time remus really got the message was when you wrote him a small poem that made him tear up and he gave you a big ass hug after reading it. That was probably the time he felt most loved and would cherish the feeling forever

“i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

the evening is dying. the sheets beneath are crinkled, unwashed, but comforting. afraid of being, cliché, you tell him everything bluntly. straight-forward, never lose the gaze.

“i bet you’d find something to do. or someone.”

it was meant as a witty joke, a proof of his quick mind. but you could hear how he meant it. how he thought you’d actually find someone else. someone better, perhaps, someone handsomer.

“i’m not so sure.”

you take his hand, placing a kiss or two on his knuckles. his hands are a phenomenon - you have yet to discover their full potential.

you fall into sleep, it guides you through the night.

–

it was on a short whim you wrote it down. short sentences, barely rhymes. but they told what you thought. of his eyes. his hands. his laugh. him.

you weren’t home when he found it. but you knew he did - as you stepped through the door you were engulfed in arms, warmth, love.

“thank you”, through tears. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

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Based on the picnic/park imagine what if reader had a flowy dress and while they’re sitting down remus moves his hand higher and higher up her leg and like grabs her thigh and its like ohh he’s gonna get some laterr

his eyes are glued to your being. he can’t help it - that dress compliments your forms too well. he turns a little quiet, a little shy. afraid of how much he loves you, wants you.

the park bench you found doesn’t make it easier for him - the skirt of your dress hitches up as you sit down.

his hands wander, and suddenly end up by your leg. his index finger gently toys with the hem of your skirt, almost frantically wanting to hitch it up even further. he gets a little above your knee when you stop him, your soft hand placed on his.

he blushes bashful peonies, “sorry.”

“don’t be.” you place a kiss on his cheek, and suddenly the park disappears. when he opens his eyes, you’re standing in your room.

you won’t stop kissing him, “i was getting bored of watching pidgeons anyways.”

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Having a little box full of polaroids taken over the years of remus and you or just adventures. When looking through them you find a racy polaroid you took for him recently and show him

“remus! remus, look what i found!” your words echo through your shared flat. the small cardboard box in your hands contain the heaviest of treasures - the essence of memories. yet, it weighs almost like nothing in your arms.

“i haven’t seen that in years”, he exclaims, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you both fall into your worn-out coach.

you start to explore the pictures in the box. it’s a large mix - everything from birthday parties, distilled nature motives, and of each other.

“wow”, he breathes. “how old is this?”

he laughs, in his hands a particular plastic film depicting a seventeen year old sirius coughing, after what seems like his first cigarette. the stillness of the photograph is unfamiliar to wizards, but it holds a certain feeling of capturing a moment in time which will never come again.

soon, all pictures have been explored and remembered thoroughly. the evening is now dipped in sentiment. you go to bed with smiles on your lips, tears gently resting in your eyes.

—

remus awoke late the day after. you were gone to work, hours ago. when he finally made his way to the kitchen, he found what you’d left for him on the kitchen table.

his face suddenly adopted roses, his body fully awakening at the sight of that photo of you.

he could hardly wait ‘til you got home. 

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Just to make sure, in the first chapter remus is 22 but later on in the series we celebrate his 21st birthday? Was it like a throwback ? Because it’s right after the letter explaining his condition

aah that must've been my mistake!! he's supposed to be 20 in the beginning..

thank you for letting me know!!

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Waking up to the smell of fresh coffee and remus playing with the kids. Its a sweet moment in family

the smell of coffee carried on through the small house, waking each soul with soft urge. soon, soft cries from the smallest life resident.

he rolls over, groans and tries to wake up by placing kisses on her bare shoulder. "who's turn is it?"

"i believe it's yours."

"how absolutely wonderful", the sarcasm in his tone is made mile by love.

she returns his kisses. "now, go!" then she returns to sweet sleep once again. but she can still hear how her husband finds their little one in her crib, now gleefully laughing at how the cat plays with the fake dead bird. "hello! good morning, little one!"

she smiles, before falling into sleep againm

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being in uni together but not sitting besides each other cos you would def lose all concentration if remus sat beside you. that man was beautiful but one day this random sit beside you before class talks and like yeah he was alright and was def flirting and when remus enters he sits beside you and kisses you before taking his books out. that night you both relieved a lot of sexual tension and you tease him for being jealous but you didnt mind if it meant sex after

you'd seen him multiple times. the back of his brown head had far too many times been situated before you in the lecture hall. he was handsome, in that classic way. tall and lean, he looked like he'd been abstracted from a novel by austen or brontë.

and one day he sat down beside you. in the most casual manner, he approached. "is this seat taken?"

"no, go ahead."

and then he started to talk. about small things. but his voice was laced with something deep red, more sensual than small talk.

"are you free tonight?"

roses already started to unfold, "i think so."

"would you mind spending the night with me then?"

full bloom.

"not at all, actually."

he leaned closer, breathing hitched. lips pressed against your cheek, sweet and soft.

his own face was becoming a garden, carnations in full glory. "i'm already looking forward to it."

"to what?"

"to you."