started watching real hockey again because of heated rivalry (go sharks, btw) and then was immediately blessed with off campus. my life is a joy. never kill yourself
remus lupin x whimsical!reader, i feel like they’d be kind of similar to luna and neville maybe mix of the two. they’d be super smart ofc, but just has those uncommon interests and maybe a bit awkward. i feel like they’d be super cute w/ remus!
A/n: hihihi !! not super happy with this but I love whimsical!reader lots and lovelovelove remus so here's this
cw: pretty sure this is gn!reader but pleaseplease correct me if I'm wrong, reader wears a skirt, mentions of smoking and like two kisses
remus asked you to go on a date with him, with all four letters, maybe three or four times before you it actually got through to you that it was like that, that he saw you like that. and that was only thanks to your friends' insistent explanations.
your first official date was out on the piers by the black lake, later in the afternoon, and you spent the whole time sketching various smoky drawings of his side profile and his messy hair or reading poems from the old leather-bound notebook you always caried around. you didn't accept any of the cigarettes he offered you, telling him "oh, I don't like the smell of smoke."
there's a very clear image in his mind of how you looked that day - bathed in sunlight, your long skirt flared in a circle around you, your colorful jewelry shined like stars. the first thing you did when the two of you got to the lake was drop your things onto the dark wooden surface, stretching your arms wide like you were trying to catch something falling from the sky. then you slipped off your purple shoes, dipping your feet into the freezing water, and asked how his day had been.
he spoke very easy that day, not his usual - in full and clean sentences, and you seemed to enjoy the dragged lull of his usually awkward voice.
conversations like those - about school, about his friends or yours or about the politics of both your families - were reoccurring whenever there was space for them. and he found himself making space for them often.
there was no second date after the first, only a now permanent presence. you walked eachother to class almost everyday, and then you would invite him to your dorm in the afternoon and have those nice long talks while you strung beads the color of his eyes onto string or allowed him to sketch tiny pictures into your sketchbook. He found your remark about his cigarettes funny now, taking notice of the many candles and sticks of incese burning around your room.
whenever you'd take long walks together he'd always lose his train of thought when you'd pick a tiny flower or dandelion and store it in the curls of his hair, or when your warm hand would find his to stabilize a skip over a puddle. He also found you almost Intimidatingly intelligent, especially when the conversation became about the history of magic or how it operates in diferent parts of the world. And cultured too, like when you would spend a whole hour speaking about a specific song or movie and all the reasons it was made and why you like it and why he should too. It was magnetic, you were magnetic.
you were also a different kind of magic, a little prophetic, or telepathic. aside from always being right about the weather or what his next class would be, you always knew exactly what he was thinking, what he was feeling even.
Your mug of tea is always cold when he gets there, but his own still still sits emitting warm smoke into the air around you. Your door is unlocked, and you look up to watch him linger by the entrance of your room. "Hi." You whisper like somebody is asleep.
"Hi. You made tea." You smile, setting down the crochet needle you were using onto the paint stained duvet that covers your bed. "I did. Camomile, your favorite. It's also good for sleep."
He sits in front of you, taking up the space in your lap where your growing hat had just been. He nestles his cheek into your thigh, your hand finds his hair. "You're good for sleep."
Your fingers trace the dark circles underneath his eyes, then his scrunched up forehead that has yet to relax. "Not good enough apparently." He takes your hand and kisses your palm then the inside of your wrist. "I'm okay, promise."
"Please drink your tea." You lean down and speak onto his lips before kissing him. "And no school or work things for at least an hour before bed." He hums, smiling up at your face.
"What?"
"'S just...I don't think I've ever told you camomile was my favorite. Or that I haven't been sleeping." Your brows furrow and his smile deepens, you're about to correct him when he kisses you again. This must be why I love you, he thinks.
hi so happy you’re back from your break . Anything Remus lupin ventured would’ve amazing maybe modern muggle Remus lupin x reader headcanons would be lovely thank you
A/n: hihihihi!!! thank u smsm for the request! I love remus sm, missed my boy BAD.
cw: female!reader, reader is described to wear lipstick and have hair on the longer side.
remus has been in love with you since absolutely forever...or since the very moment he saw you. wherever that may be; primary school, college, one of lily and james' loud and candle-lit dinner parties.
or at least that's what your entire shared friend group says. and he can't exactly disagree, the only feeling he's ever associated with you were the nice and sunny and positive ones, but he likes to think his bone-deep admiration and christ-like devotion to you set in over time. never an "oh." moment, always a constant feeling, like a low and consistent hum.
your relationship was so gradual and natural that when it actually did become official, many people around you were shocked you hadn't been together the whole time.
in their defense, he was everywhere. he walked you to your classes even when his own were across campus, you always managed to sit right by eachother during friendly gatherings, a protective and comforting hand always laid on your back, his clothes and ink drawings littered on the floor of your apartment.
when your relationship was finally made official, nothing really changed in those aspects, only the overwhelming happiness whenever you got to call him "boyfriend."
you've always known remus to be more of a home-body, it took some convincing and maybe a drive over to his and peter's shared dorm to get him out sometimes, and it only grew when your homes basically became one. cuddling in bed, charing a cup of tea in front of the TV or reading side by side and passing a cigarette back and forth on the balcony - why would he even dream of anything else?
whenever he does agree to go out, he allows you to become the cheesiest version of yourself. mathcing sweaters or shoes, his wrist watch matching your rings, your initial hanging on a silver chain around his neck. and any evidence you got ready at the same place and time, came together, is something he deeply prides himself in. - a whiff of your perfume on his brown leather jacket, a red lipstick stain on his cheek.
sirius rolls his eyes the moment the clicking of your shoes cease and you stop in front of the table your friends have deemed their own. "Not again.", his accent is thicker which means he's already a couple of drinks in. and that means you and your boyfriend are late...again. you straighten your back, coming back up from the side hug you shared with marlene, leaning back into the hand that lays on you lower waist. "What's wrong?"
"C'mon, it's gotta be intentional at this point." james pipes from the other side of the table, lily laughs into her glass. You slip out of your coat, drapping it over the back of your chosen chair, adjusting and smoothing over the back of your dress. Remus shrugs behind you.
he fixes your hair to one side of your neck, leaning down like he's asking a personal question or sharing a secret, but keeping his voice loud enough for the table to hear. "I have no idea what you lot are talking about. do you, love?" You look up, smiling at the bright and glossy lipstick smeared across his mouth. your hand comes up to try and rub it away, "nope. no clue." he kisses you again.
during the progression of your relationship, you had labeled remus in your mind as too giving for his own good. he always got up earlier to make you breakfast - even though you watched the light from the living room, where he was studying, pool onto the floor of your bedroom late into the night -, always let you shower first and loaded the dishwasher even when he was the one who made dinner that night. he had explained it away multiple times as manifestation of his love language, giving and giving and giving and never allowing himself to receive
you can hear his keys at the door, and then his loud sigh into the entrance of your apartment. you shuffle quickly into the dining room, tripping over your socks.
sitting at the head of your tiny dining table, facing the doorway he's just walked through. he pauses, shoes squeaking on hardwood, and the bags under his eyes almost slipped the smile from your face. his eyes traveled away from your hair still wet from the shower and down to the set table. you felt the slight embarrassment over the simple chicken soup and garlic bread (much simpler than his usual elaborate dinners) set in before he smiled. his teeth shined in the yellow lighting and you felt your heart thump hard against your ribcage
"Is it my birthday?" You shook your head, waiting for him to sit in front of you. "I know it's not yours, what's this for?:
"just 'cus. you like chicken right? Hope mentioned that last time we visited."
"I love chicken. just 'cus?" You shrug, standing to plaster a kiss to his mouth and pour his food for him. his hands are around your waist and he has that look on his face - a cute confusion, brows slightly pinched and lips parted. You set the his spoon in the porcelain bowl.
you smile, "I like cooking you dinner."
"I know."
"and I'm gonna do it more often. alot more often."
"that's okay." he kisses your stomach over your sleep shirt. you can feel the warmth of his hand on the back of your thigh through the fabric of your his pajama pants. you smooth his hair away from face before stepping back to your seat. "I do like it when you do things for me, promise I do."
"yeah...you should let me do them more often. I like it too."
hihi trttdpoet.com, it's been like seventy years. I decided it was a good idea to take a very long, unannounced break after a little real-life scare, but I'm back and excited. I missed writing and being dumb on here.
not that they closed, really, but my requests are open!! send some cool stuff my way, xx
