#remuslupin

remus lupin x fem!reader | 500 words

tags: pure fluff, sleepy girl reader, no use of y/n, let me know if I forgot anything

A/N: it's been a while since I last posted, I'm SO sorry. Uni has been kicking my butt so I haven't been writing at all. I'm still working on the Remus series and will finish it but inspiration struck today out of nowhere and I was happy to finally write again. Hope you enjoy <3

Remus wasn’t one for the loud displays of affection, and definitely not in public. But one of his favourite pastimes included the two of you, a good book, and one of the fireplaces in the Gryffindor common room.

You were curled into his side, both of your noses buried in whatever you were currently reading. Remus wasn’t sure how much time had gone by since the two of you had assumed this position on one of the soft settees, and, either way, it wasn’t important. He loved the feeling of your head resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he gently ran a hand through your hair absentmindedly.

That familiar tingly feeling spread through you from the soothing motion of his fingers in your hair, and you could feel your eyes start to droop. But when you shifted against him, he turned his head to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Sleepy, love?” He spoke quietly and turned the page of his book.

His free hand reached forward again, brushing a strand of hair out of your face before smoothing down to the back of your head.

“Not really. Just feels nice,” you replied, though the softness in your voice said something else.

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he finally turned his head to look at you. The fire cast a warm glow over your face as he admired the way your lashes kissed the apples of your cheeks and the slight furrow in your brows from your current struggle to keep your eyes from drooping again, determined to keep reading your captivating book. You were gorgeous to him like this.

Remus brushed his thumb over your temple and let his eyes briefly linger on the fullness of your lips. Finally, he couldn’t resist angling your chin towards him and briefly forcing your eyes away from the page as his lips brushed against yours in a sweet kiss. He swore his heart did a little leap in his chest when the two of you parted and he saw that cute, pink flush dust your cheeks that he loved so much.

He smiled when he heard your soft giggle.

“What was that for?” You asked, successfully distracted from your book but also no longer close to falling asleep now that your heart was racing in your chest.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled back, already leaning in to press a second kiss to your cheek and another one to your forehead.

give me “you’re glorious” and soft “i miss you”s and bickering and making up and music for just the two of us

give me angsty jealousy where neither of us will admit our feelings but neither is okay with the idea of the other with anyone else

give me casual jokes about love that leaves one thinking into late hours of the night

give me soft glances and yearning stares

A sketch for The Cadence of Part Time Poets on A03 by Motswolo. My god, this book is doing things to me. I love it a lot! It also made me appreciate 70s rock bands more! I am a very happy reader :)

sorry if i’m not good at requesting english isn’t my first language!!!!

Your English is perfect babe! Don’t worry about that! I hope you enjoy this Remus x best friend!reader on their weekly sleepover with a sleepy love confession ᡣ𐭩

“Did you see that new realty show about the girls who make more than their husbands?”

You ask Remus as he hands you a cup of tea. You’re curled up on his sofa, feet tucked neatly under you as you scroll through tv programs.

“No I haven’t seen it. Did you start it yet, dove?”

Remus sits beside you, the bottoms of your feet pressed into his thighs.

“No, I started one episode and fell asleep.”

Remus laughs, “That’s not a good sell,” you smile sheepishly.

You and Remus do this every Saturday- meet at either of your houses for lunch that turns into dinner and dessert and sleeping over cuddled next to each other.

You both swear you’re not in love with each other to your friends, but as his hand falls to your ankle and tugs your feet into his lap, you know it’s not true.

In turn, Remus knows that you’re in love with each other by the way you look at him as his thumbs press into the arches of your foot and your foot stretches into his palm.

“It was going pretty well, I was just so knackered.” A yawn tears apart your words as if to prove your point.

Remus nods sagely, taking a sip of his tea to hide his smile.

“Start it up then dovey,” you click the first episode with a pleased look on your face.

“If I fall asleep here please wake me.”

Remus rolls his eyes and you scowl, “You hurt your back the last time.”

Remus scoffs, “I did not! It was just rained that night so my muscles hurt a little extra.”

“Well I don’t want them to hurt any extra tonight, Rem.”

He nods, but you’re suspicious.

Remus watches one episode all by himself because you barely make it past the 15 minute mark.

It’s no matter to him, because he gets the chance to really look at you and feel his heart galloping in his chest without feeling like his face will give his feelings away.

Your eyebrows as without a furrow, which is strange for your seemingly permanent semi-frown, your cheek smushed under your hand and your lips all the more pouty for it. God he wishes he could just give you a quick peck.

Instead, he busies himself with cleaning up- putting your mugs in the dishwasher, wiping his counters down and going to his room to unmake the bed a bit.

His touch is featherlight as it graces your cheek, “Bedtime, precious girl.”

His hands slip under you and you rouse, a bleariness that can only come about by waking from a deep sleep making Remus smile.

“You’re so stubborn.” Sleep eats through your words, like molasses dribbling off a spoon. Remus kisses your temple.

“You’re adorable,” he lays you down on your side of the bed and you look at him with much more severity for your play argument.

“I think I’m in love with you Remus.” The words escape you with no pretenses or fanfare- just the simple, love infused words.

Remus’ hands stutter where they’re pulling your favoured blanket over you.

He kneels down and you twist under the sheets to face him, his hand cups your cheek, thumb stroking all the creases there from your palm resting there.

“I know I’m in love with you too dove, but I’d like to take you out on a proper date tomorrow if you don’t mind.”

You smile wide and bright for a night only half illuminated by the moon, “I don’t mind in the slightest.” Remus’ smile mirrors your own. He spends a couple minutes stroking your face, your eyes fluttering shut heavily. “Would you come up here? Give your knees a break, Rem.”

He scoffs a laugh, “You’re so bossy.” His lips brush your cheeks and then your nose.

“Wait I want a real kiss first.” He laughs outright then. His lips parting to puff air on your face as he does.

“No wait for our date,” you whine and pout all with your eyes closed, it’s then and instantly Remus realises he’ll never be able to deny you because he coos and tilts your face towards him. “One kiss.”

You parrot, “One kiss.”

Remus’ lips press into yours softly, soft and not more than a peck but it satisfies you. His knees crack as he stands, slipping into his side of the bed before you can say anything.

- Sirius eats dark chocolate and leaves milk chocolate for Remus even if he isn’t that crazy about dark chocolate

- Bough a big coffee maker, researched the best coffee beans & asked remus’s favorite coffee shop employees what beans they use so he can get them for the house, and learned how to make all of Remus’ favorite coffee drinks for the days Remus is too much in pain to leave the house and get them and doesn’t want Sirius to leave the house/wants Sirius near him when he’s in pain.

- Washes their toys

-Buys protective sleeves for Remus’s vinyl and makes sure there’s always extra (for himself but also because Remus buys a new vinyl every other day)

-Learned how to mend sweaters from Hope so that he can fix Remus’s favorite sweaters whenever he pulls a thread or a hole starts forming. Remus just thinks he’s very careful with his sweaters..

- Built some sort of a hanging rack for Remus’s canes

-Has taken upon himself to make a cane for Remus for every occasion and out of every type of wood, and on the side of the handle of each cane has carved out “R & S”

-Watches horror movies with him once every two months, once a month if he’s feeling nice, because he he’s scared of them but Remus loves them and he wants to do things with/for Remus

-Fluffs up his pillow every night because Remus likes it

-If remus isn’t feeling well he massages him until it alleviates even a tiny bit of pain, sometimes he’ll go for hours if needed as long as it helps Remus

- He gets home from work before Remus so at least once a week he’ll run a bath for him to enjoy right after work. Usually it’s when he knows work has been a lot more tiring