summary: james comforts a shy!you when you’re worried about meeting his friends

shy!fem!reader 0.9k words

James likes you. Loves you, even. You’re perfect, even though you’re shy and quiet and have so much self doubt it makes his chest ache. He loves you for your heart. Your quietly huge heart.

You’re squeezing the life out of James’s hand. He really can’t find it in himself to ask you to loosen your grip a little.

“Y/N,” he says gently. At his voice your head snaps around from where you’d been gazing at the drink bar. You stare at him like a deer in headlights. “Are you alright?”

You gulp. You don’t look alright. You look scared shitless.

“I’m fine,” you say, sounding far from it.

A/n: holy fuck, that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve read, thank you anon💖💖

Ever since the beginning of your relationships with Remus you have noticed his special interest in your breasts. He often, not so discreetly, snakes his arm around your torso, pressing you tightly into his side; huge hand making its way to rest on one of your tits, molding soft flesh through thick layers of clothing. And no one ever really pays special attention to that, only James or Sirius throwing occasional friendly taunts or teasing looks, but beside that - no one cares. Because, c’mon, it’s Remus Lupin we’re talking about! Not only he has privileges around Hogwarts, but also impeccable reputation - keeping a hand on his girl’s tits won’t do any harm to anyone, it’s not like he has ever tried doing anything risky or socially unacceptable, so mostly other students just let it slip

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 — 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary remus tells you that he's happiest because he's with you. he’s just drunk, obviously.

warnings/notes fem!reader, she/her pronouns, drunk!remus

word count 890

“You haven’t seen Y/N, have you?” 

Your hand stills where it’s tucking stray locks behind Remus’s ears, “What?” 

“My girlfriend,” he hiccups, wrinkling his face, “She’s here somewhere. You should probably stop touching my hair, she’d hate that.” 

You smile, fighting the strong urge to laugh, “Oh, yeah?”

He nods and the hair you’d done so well getting to stay back, falls right into his eyes again. “Yeah. You shouldn’t flirt with someone who has a girlfriend.” 

Your laughter now bubbles up your throat, “Well,” you snort, “You tell me what she looks like and maybe I can help you find her.” 

Remus sits up straight like he’s just been given the best opportunity in the world. In his mind, he has. You can tell he gets a little dizzy when he scrunches his eyes closed. 

“She’s really pretty,” he hiccups again, “And- and super gorgeous.” 

“Super gorgeous, huh?” you parrot, completely amused, “She could be anyone in this room.” 

“No, no,” He shakes his head, a little frowny, “No, she's the prettiest here. No one’s like her.” 

Now, your face is getting warm. Half of you wants him to stop, hating that you’re taking advantage of his drunken kindness. The other half wants to see how far you can get him to go. You could meet halfway. 

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 — 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

summary — remus gives you a lazy hickey and you fall asleep on him.

warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her pronouns, hickeys

“Dove!”

It’s a nickname he knows you can’t ignore. It’s true, you can’t. No matter what you’re doing, its something that’ll pull your attention to him every time.

You can hear him huff a small giggle when you start the small walk from your desk to the loungeroom. He’s smug and you’d detest it if he wasn’t also cute. Face all smooshed into the arm of the sofa, hair a complete mess, a tangle of blanket and limbs spread out over the cushions.

“Remus,” you say, tiniest smile playing on your lips. You won’t let him see how amused you are because you know what the next question will be before he even opens his lips.

“Will you lay down with me?” he yawns, outstretching his arms until his elbows click. You wrinkle your face.

“I’m busy.”

“Yeah?” he asks, face a little sad. He really was expecting you just to fall right into him.

“Yeah, gotta get this work done before tomorrow,” you tell him, turning to head back towards your room. If you don’t do it now, his sad face will have you breaking. 

“Just for five minutes. You’ve been working all day, honey. You need some rest.” Then, he’s making the softest face known to mankind. You think it’d be easier if you just closed your eyes when talking to him. 

“Remus,” you complain. “I really gotta-”

“Just five minutes, please.” he begs, sitting up a little until there’s the perfect you shaped space between his long legs. He looks too inviting. Warm and cosy.

“We both know it’ll be longer,” you say, moving to close the space between the two of you. 

“I’m not going to act like that bothers me.” Remus makes quick work to accpet your body into his space. Shuffling around until you’re comfortably resting over him. Face in his neck, arms needled around his back and your legs tangled through his like you’re made to lay there. He wraps his own arms around your back like you have and rests his cheek against yours, sighing deep and contently.

“Shit,” he murmurs, his breath a heat over your skin. You rub your face closer to his if its entirely possible..

“What?” Your voice is barely a whisper, a word that hardly carries. How he’s got you so relaxed so quickly is lost on you. He’s always been that way.

“I think I could lay here like this for the rest of my life,” he says, a little too lovesick. Too dazed.

sit down

yes!!!! okay I love this idea thank u

summary remus helps you find an outfit when you're stressed.

note this is a little boring sorry.

content remus lupin x fem!afab!reader

You’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to get your hair to sit right. Your arms ache from the effort. Your fingers tingle and your shoulders feel like they’re about to slip out of place.

To make things worse — or better you’re not sure yet — Remus knocks at your door and you haven’t even picked out what to wear.

You open the front door wrapped in a towel and a little flustered. “Remus,” you sigh. Half relieved because he’s here, half anxious because you’re running late. "I'm so sorry, I promise I won't be long."

He lets himself in and locks the door behind him. "It's okay, dove, take your time. The reservation isn't for another hour."

"Right," you pant, turning to rush back down your hall. Remus's lovely dress shoes click slowly behind you until he meets you in your room.

You're so stressed you don't notice the bunch of flowers in his hand. You drop your towel in only a pair of tights and a bra, and whizz around the room, back and forth between your dresser and your wardrobe. Holding your options up to the light, muttering things about how stupid you feel.

"No, god," you curse, letting the skirt in your hand fall to the carpet, "I can't find anything."

Remus catches you before you can speed past him again. He wraps a soft hand around your bicep and you snag, "Dove, take a breath."

You breathe in quickly and drop your head, "Shit, sorry," you mutter.

"What's the matter?" he asks, snaking his arm down to grab your hand. He squeezes gently, pressing his soft fingertips into your skin. It's grounding.

You step into his space and push your cheek into his soft button-up. "I can't find anything to wear."

He wraps his arms around your back and you hear the cellophane around the flowers crinkle. "Do you want me to help?"

"You got me flowers," you say instead, feeling stupider by the second.

"I did," he says off-handedly. "Go sit down, sweetheart, and I'll find you some clothes."

You pull your face back to look at the flowers. A bunch of pink tulips in paper and plastic, the smallest yellow ribbon keeping them together. "They need a vase."

study

summary remus thinks you shouldn't study and have him around at the same time. especially when you look like that.

note also yes hi old 3k celly ask

content remus lupin x fem!afab!reader

You scramble for something decent to wear when you hear someone at your door. Whoever it is, knocks again, still as light as the first but you still hurry. You decide on the long raincoat hanging over the rack by your front door.

You slip it on with a squeak of synthetic materials and cover your front, the bottom of your bare legs poking out where it stops mid-thigh. They knock again and you push it to the back of your mind.

You push your hair behind your face and open the door just a peak. You’re relieved to find it’s only Remus.

“Jesus Christ, Remus,” you pant, letting your hands fall to your sides. The coat stays stuck in place.

“Hey, dove,” he laughs, smile just shy of teasing, lips curled to the side. “You alright?”

You turn to walk away from him knowing he’ll follow. He does. You hear the door click behind you and he starts to shuffle off his shoes. “Didn’t know who you were.”

“A burglar who rings the doorbell, honey,” he teases. You roll your eyes though you have your back to him.

You let him follow you through to your room where you’re studying. There’s paper and books thrown about the place. Work you really shouldn’t lose, sat on the floor by your bed. You weave through it and it’s not until you go to sit at your desk do you remember the coat you’ve got on.

You take it off and Remus stops still at your doorway. “Jesus,” he murmurs under his breath.

You sit back in your desk chair and it creaks. “What?” you moan, “I know, I’m sorry. I’m such a slob.”

“No, no, sweetie. Not — not that,” he laughs, letting himself move around to your desk. He leans back against the wood, the warm hue of your tiny desk lamp splashes over his cords. “You just — uh.”

You catch the dusting of his cheeks. Where his hands wring in his lap. “What?” you laugh, tucking the pencil in your hand behind your ear. Remus swallows.

He traces your body. The soft plush of your thighs, the tops of them selfishly swallowed by a ragged old shirt — one he knows is his. When you lean forward to push through your textbooks, he catches a slip of your black cotton underwear where your shirt stretches up over your back.

“How long have you been like this?” he asks, tone so pitched up it’s almost embarrassing. He has to clear his throat.

“Like what?” You wrinkle your face. “Just today. I’m sorry, I’ll clean up.”

BAKING BLUES | R.L.

A/N: I'm SO sorry for not doing this earlier, dear anon! Life got in the way and I had to deal with like headaches, but I would LOVE to write this for you! I really hope you like it!

Summary: Oliver takes you on a stroll through Hagrid's Pumpkin Patch to get your mind off of your studies.

Warnings: Just some cute fluff and a hint of angst!

"Come on, luv,"

"Where are we going?"

"Just on a stroll,"

You walked hand in hand with Oliver, going down the beaten path that lead to Hagrid's hut that was in the outskirts of the school grounds. It was a cooler day, more of the orange and yellow leaves were scattering the ground as you both were in your boots and thick coats since the evening was supposed to be beyond chilly. Oliver thought it was the perfect time to get out of the castle and get some fresh air, and since the Quidditch Season was at a stroll thanks to some Magical Creatures terrorizing the quidditch field, Oliver had a break from being the Gryffindor Captain.

Where as for you, you were studying hard for your exams.

You were one of those that studied hard and had some of the best marks in your year, one of the best in Hufflepuff House. Although Hermione Granger was far smarter than you, she was two years below you and didn't have to count. Still, you loved making sure your mind was sharp and you were ready to take on any exam or quiz that was thrown your way. You wanted to be a Healer at St. Mungo's just like your mother, seeing her her magic in potions and with charms at her fingertips to ease the pains of her patients. That was your goal, and even after seeping your OWL's, in your mind that wasn't enough.

But sometimes you had to take a break, that's where Oliver came in.

He loved you dearly, you two got Goethe as third years and have been together ever since. You both seemed so opposite: you being a bookworm and Oliver being the Quidditch fanatic. The way it appeared, it never should have worked. But it did, you two being one of the longest relationships in all of Hogwarts in your year. Even the Weasley twins were surprised in how you two interacted with one another.