OFFICE, R. Lupin (18+)

i'm the kind of person who wants to curl up in a ball when someone talks to me

fuck love... give me the fictional dead wizards who don't know i exist!!

my sister truly knows how to hurt me

If you’re still doing HP can you do a Sirius x reader where she goes to visit him in Azkaban? Thank you

i'm not taking requests at the moment

i just watched three david thewlis movies!!!

LOVE SONG, j. potter

james potter fantasized this exact moment with you. his arms wrapped around your waist, your arms wrapped around his neck. swaying back and forth to the music playing. the songs coming in and fading into another song. he couldn't help but smile, he'd dreamt about this.

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he had taken you to the most perfect restaurant, it was a small local one. they served amazing food and it was true, james had spoken on and on about it. he'd have eaten there almost once a week, they even knew his name. it was just a simple italian place, james loved their margherita pizzas. james had told you it was one of the best.

he stood waiting for you to show up. you were only five minutes late but that didn't stop his from getting scared. it wasn't like it was your first date together but he had hoped it wouldn't be your last. he was waiting patiently, watching the street corners before he saw you walking from the street corner up to him, a big smile plastered on your face when your eyes caught him. your smile was contagious, making him smile wide.

"hi, sorry i'm late, traffic." you said before kissing his cheek.

"no worries, love." he said while grabbing the door and opening it for the both of you. you gave him a simple thank you before walking inside.

"they have amazing pizza, i normally get the-"

"margherita pizza?" you guessed, jokingly.

"how'd you know?" he was genuinely shocked, like he didn't talk about it all the time.

"i have a good memory, james." you laughed, causing him to display a slight pink blush.

"that you do" he joked, before showing you where to sit.

a lady quickly approached the two of you "hi james, welcome back and who might this be?" she said turning towards you with a big grin.

"oh, i'm y/n."

"ah! pleasure, james doesn't bring any of his friends-"

"date, she's my date." he corrected her, he wanted everyone to know you were with him.

"ahhh, a special moment. here, look over these and i'll come back in a little" she said while placing two menus in front of you both. she quickly turned on her heels before heading to the back.

"james, what do you recommend?" you asked, genuinely curious if he eats anything else other than the pizza.

the date went great, the table was filled with mostly laughter and long looks from both sides. a huge smile plastered on both of your faces when the other was talking. at one point james had marinara on his face, which you gladly wiped off. which when you did made his heart sink.

once the two of you were stuffed, he had offered to walk his flat.

"i had an amazing time, james." you reassured him.

"good, that's good. i did as well." he laughed, before reaching in his pocket to grab his keys. he fumbled a bit but got it into the keyhole. he quickly opened the door, allowing you in. he debated on making a joke like welcome to my casa, but decided against it.

"wow, bachelor pad." you said, clapping your hands in a joking way.

"what- no- no it's not-"

"i was only joking with you, jamie. shoes on or off?" you asked, hoping to take those heels off. you've never called him jamie before it had made his heart skip a beat. he liked the nickname coming from you.

"anything you want, love." he said taking his jacket off.

james quickly walked in, moving little things here and there so you wouldn't see it. he quickly turned on the music, allowing it to fade the awkwardness.

"wanna dance?" he asked, lending you his hand.

"of course." you placed your hand in his, which he pulled so you could become closer together. you couldn't help but look in your eyes. you were so beautiful to him. then he heard it, the song. the song he'd want to play while you were dancing as a married couple or something.

"our song."

"what?" you had asked, you were too busy counting his freckles

"this song, it's our song."

"yes, it's a good song. i like this song." you said before quickly placing your lips against his. he was stunned at your sudden boldness, but quickly melted into it. your lips moved against each other as they had a mind of their own.

james' hands sliding down from your waist. your hands had slid to cup his face, deepening the kiss.

when it was finally time to release, so the both of you could catch your best. james couldn't help but pant in a laugh.

"you're so beautiful."

notes: i have way too many drafts that have barely a line on them. anyways finally finished this, it's been sitting in my drafts forever xxx

trying to wrap my brain around the fact that i will never be in a fairytale.

THIS IS A MASTERPIECE!!

absolutely love it! thank you x

I keep having this thought of where if james and reader were to break up he'd still send her gifts, like on her birthday or their anniversary date.

was wondering if you could write something of the sorts, where the reader confronts ig

thanks xxx

omg yes with the money that man has— yeah his love language would totally be gift giving. like if he sees something and thinks of you he will totally buy it. ahh i love this idea so much !!!

0.8k words | made this fluffy and james is indeed a reader-worshipping whore + use of the petname, dove :)

you stare that the package in front of you, before bringing your attention back to james. he stares back with a barely contained smugness.

"why?" you ask, eyes narrowed.

he hums, "why not? you deserved it."

you want to laugh, beyond accustomed to these gifts from james. the pair of you had been separated for almost six months now, but he was finding himself back into your life in any way he could. be it your birthday, valentines', or presently, your anniversary— or what used to be your anniversary.

he had rung your doorbell just ten minutes prior, a beautifully wrapped present in one hand and a fresh bouquet of assorted flowers. he looked like something out of a romance novel. his usual grin had grown larger at the sight of you, and you couldn't deny the ember it sparked in your chest.

"we're not together anymore, james." you stated, a hint of annoyance mixed in with your casual tone.

if your tone offends him, he doesn't show it. instead, you watch him place his gifts on the credenza beside you, to allow his hands to find yours and he looks at you with an earnest sense of care.

"you were mine once, and you know i'd do anything for you to be mine again." his voice is calm, steady, and low. you focus on the veins of his hands so that you don't have to look him in the eyes.

james continues on, "you know i love you," you feel one of his hands release yours, finding its way to your chin, forcing you to look up at him, "just let me show you."

you shut your eyes, huffing a small laugh, "you're ridiculous." when you look back at him, you don't miss the way his eyes shift from your eyes to your lips.

he pulls away from you, complacent evident on his features, "open your gift— i'll go put these in a vase."

with a quick kiss to your forehead, he walks away from you and into the kitchen. you grab the box, draped in soft lavender wrapping and dainty bows, and run your fingers across the details.

your turn it over and can't help but to fade into yourself when you find james' handwriting. it's large and ununiform but it is intrinsic to him.

'my dove,

for an occasion forever special

yours, james'

you unwrap the box and let the paper fall to the floor. you feel a sense of joy, far removed from the annoyance you previously felt. the feeling is welcomed, you can't help it, you liked this little game james was playing.

because despite the downfall of the relationship, nothing had truly changed. he continues to show you he cares, that you mean something beyond words to him— and that, has a profoundly intense effect on you.

you open the box and scan the array of objects. you find old pictures from the first year you became his, collections of years' old notes dating back to school years, and a cassette tape with the words, 'for you', written atop it.

but beneath it all, wrapped in silk, is a gold ring encrusted with ornate gems. you're in shock as you slip it on, admiring the way the jewels reflect the light. it was utterly perfect.

you feel his presence behind you, arms creeping around your waist. his scent englufs you, a woodsy mix of juniper and faint florals.

he smiles against you, "do you like it?"

you try to hide your awe from your voice, "where did you find this?"

"i had it made, dove." he confesses, voice soft.

you feel yourself melt at his words. he was making this breakup impossible. you turn to him, wordlessly, and wrap your arms around his neck. your movement pulls the two of you closer and you feel your face grow hot.

you can't stop the words from rolling off your tongue, "you're making this difficult."

he seems to think about your words intently before responding, "and is that a good or bad thing?"

humming, you say, "i haven't decided yet."

he pulls you closer, eyes full of mirth. he leans down until lips are brushing against yours, "question?"

you feel lightheaded, eyes now closed as you speak, "yes?"

he laughs lowly, "forget the breakup— and i'm yours."

"you're already mine." you counter, a smirk etching onto your features. because he was, entirely. you had denied him for months now, and here he stood, still intent on you.

james seems to enjoy your comment, because, in seconds his lips find your own. you had missed the taste of his lips, sweet like honey. the kiss is deep, yearning, and all consuming. his hands now rest on your hips and yours tangled in his curls.

he groans into you as you nip at his bottom lip and you grin, pulling away to smile up at him, "fine."

he looks at you, slightly confused, so you add, "i want you to be mine, again."

he hums, smirk on his face, "and all it took was a kiss?"

you laugh, "the presents may have helped."

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