Asiya, XVIII, Turkish Italian with a Croatian citizenship
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I'm a wannabe writer that speaks a lot of languages and likes music, books and stationery. Feel free to shoot me an ask anytime!
Request:
Hey so I know you don’t have the time to write at the moment and I totally respect that, but I was wondering if you’d consider writing something with either Remus or Sirius (whichever inspires you most) based on Drown by Seafret when you have the time? Thank you so much! xx
The sun slowly rises, winning its fight with the glowing full moon, the lilac hues reaching further as the golden orb travels further up in the sky. Morning dew settles on leaves, its droplets sliding down the emerald backdrop. Birds begin chirping and bushes rustle as woken rabbits hop around the grounds.
A single, thin sliver of light slips through the boarded up windows of the small shack, falling on a pair of closed eyes, prompting them to flutter open, revealing light brown eyes under squinting eyelids and furrowed brows. The boy pushes himself to a sitting position, the fresh wounds on his chest exposed to the sunlight. He grabs a white shirt from the worn hardwood floor, pulling it on over his bruised arms, buttoning it only halfway before standing and flinching slightly as he feels a shooting pain in his leg. He limps over to the frayed door and opens it with a loud creak, leaving only depleted furniture and the lonely ray of sunshine in the gloom of the Shrieking Shack.
♫All of Me- John Legend// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader
Request:
hello! can you maybe do a young remus lupin imagine with the song all of me by john legend?? thank you so much, your writing is the best.
A/N: I’d just like to apologise again for how long these are taking, I promise I’m getting through them as fast as I can! Much love xx
The crescent moon floats in the darkened night sky, creating paths of light across the grounds of Hogwarts, followed by roaming moths and curious animals. A single sliver of bright white light slithers into the room through the open window, gliding over the hardwood floor and up to the tangled white sheets covering the bed. It glistens upon intertwined feet as only hushed chuckles ripple the stillness of the cool Autumn air.
The fabric feels cool on her body, a complete contrast to the warmth of his skin, warming her soul as he tightens his arms around her. She hears the sound of the love song that his heart beats to and closes her eyes, a gentle smile spreading across her face as he strokes her hair and places a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“Pinch me,” Y/N whispers, her voice barely audible, yet still reaching his loving ears like a forgotten melody, prompting a surprised giggle to fall from his lips.
“I’m not kidding,” she looks up at him, a feigned frown on her face as he admires the ethereal way the moonlight caresses the features of her face.
“Why would I do that?” his murmur is raspy and meaningful as he wonders at the beautiful girl.
“Because this has to be a dream,” sadness clings to her faint voice as she considers the possibility: “Why would someone like you ever even look at someone like me?”
There’s a glimmer of tragedy in the grey of his irises as he saddens at the words that have just rolled off her sweet tongue, thinking about the devastation of perfection seeing flaws in the mirror. His eyes meet hers and he places his hand under her chin, lifting it up slightly before he kisses her softly and passionately, unsaid words of reassurance pouring into her soul.
They pull apart after a small infinity, and his eyes meet hers once again as he whispers: “There’s nothing about you that I don’t find myself falling deeper in love with every day.”
She felt the illusion of breaking hearts vanish with his words, as she pressed her head to his chest once again, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, beaming like the burning sun.
Request:
prompts 115, 116 and 118 for remus x reader bc I’m such in a needy mood for moony, gee! AND GOOD LUCK ON YOUR EXAMS!! You’ll slay it ❤
Y/N shivers slightly as a breeze slips in through the open bedroom window. She looks around the room, scattered clothes on one half of the carpeted floor, the other half perfectly neat, crimson curtains suddenly dancing in another crisp gust of wind that made the pretty girl shudder once again, as she walks towards the closet on the tidied side of the room, opening it and looking around, careful to not disturb the order of the clothes carefully stacked on oak shelves.
A few moments later, a satisfied smile spread across her face as she pulled out a navy blue dress shirt about twice her size and slid it up her slim hands, wrapping it around her body and buttoning the bottom half of it up, turning around swiftly when she heard the hardwood floor creak and met a familiar pair of light brown eyes looking at her. She felt her cheeks redden and averted her glance, smiling widely.
“Why are you wearing my shirt?” a chuckle escaped his lips as he looked at the girl practically drowning in the shirt, her eyes wide as they met his. “I was cold, and you weren’t here,” a slightly defensive tone was present in her voice as she pouted it, “If you mind, I can–”
“Please, don’t take it off. It looks good on you.” he rushed to get his words out, slightly stunned at the rush he felt at seeing his girlfriend in one of his dress shirts. He walked towards her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face, as she closed her eyes lightly and smiled, leaning on his hand and grasping his wrist with her small fingers.
“You think so?” she wondered, eyes still closed, a blissful smile on her face, “Can I keep it?” she opens one eye and sticks her tongue out at his green flecked eyes rolling.
“Why don’t you just move in here, huh?” he said, lifting her up as she squealed happily, wrapping her arms around his head and burying her face into his hair.
‘’Because your roommates are too messy,’’ she chuckled.
An unseen smile appeared on his face, against the navy blue fabric that covered her stomach. He walked over to the bed, his hands firm on the small of her back until he reached the bed and lowered her onto it, her laugh tickling the chambers of his heart. He turned his back to the bed and let himself fall next to her.
She looked at his profile and smiled as she lay down on her side, absorbing every part of his presence. He rolled over clumsily, prompting another giggle to fall from her lips as he draped his arm over her stomach and placed his head on her chest.
“I love you, you know that?” his voice cracked slightly as she ran her fingers through his hair and felt her soul smile at his words.
“I know. I love you,” she said, putting her hand under his chin and bringing her soft lips to his.
They pulled apart and he placed his head next to her neck, placing soft kisses on its skin and sending electricity running through her veins and love running through her mind as he placed a soft kiss on her collarbone before placing his chin on her chest and looking up at her, wide smiles on both their faces as sun rays shone upon the embraced lovers.
🎄♫ Blue Ain’t Your Colour- Keith Urban// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader
Request:
Hello! I was wondering if you could please write a oneshot to the song
Blue Ain’t Your Color by Keith Urban? Thanks, if you can xx
The
walls of The Three Broomsticks are covered in tinsel and enchanted
fairy lights that roam the wooden beams that stretch across the width of
the room. The regularly brimming pub was nearly empty, sporadic
customers sitting in corners or at the bar, drinks in their hands and
heavy thoughts on their minds. The mindless, reticent chatter of the few
occupants of the large space overpowered only by the static laced sound
of Christmas carols coming from an enchanted record player by the bar.
A
ding sounds from the overhead bell as Y/N enters, her head aching and
her steps heavy. Not going home for the holidays felt odd, to say the
least, and the very thought of her mother’s harsh words and her father’s
disappointed silence as he glared at her, his eyes void of affection.
Her refusal to partake in an arranged marriage took its toll on the
Y/L/N family, leaving a trail of disappointment following her sister’s
perfect husband and picturesque family. With
heavy thoughts on her mind, she sat on a shabby looking stool,
directing a tired, “Firewhiskey, please,” at the questioning
bartender, and placing her face in the palms of her hands, cold from the
raging wind outside.
Another
ding from the entrance, and suddenly the pub is filled with noise, as
four young boys enter. She gives them a glance as they walk past her,
recognising them from the echoing halls of Hogwarts. Her glance grows
into a stare as she seems to notice something about one of them that
she’d never seen before: something about the way his short brown hair
glows in the rays of the icy sun that beam through the pub windows, and
about the sound of his laugh as he sits down with his friends, and the
way it overpowers theirs and just about every other noise in the room.
His
eyes met hers as the four friends sat down in the empty booth in the
corner and lingered for a moment that seemed like forever, as his eyes
smiled at her and her head doesn’t ache anymore.
A
few minutes pass, and she can tell his friends noticed their wordless
interaction, because she notices them nudging him and hears “Oooh’’s
booming from his table, smirking slightly as her lips press to the cold
glass of firewhiskey in her hand. From the corner of her eye, she sees
the boy shaking his head, his eyes fixed on the table in front of him,
never looking up at his friends as he hides a smirk. Finally, his
friends prevail, and he is pushed out of his seat, cursing them all to
hell as he takes a few steps towards her and she hopes he’ll take a few
more.
🎄♫Intertwined- Dodie Clark// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader
Request:
My Christmas wish list: Remus x reader (intertwined - Dodie Clark)
Sirius x reader (while my guitar gently weeps -,the beatles) James x
reader (powerful - major Lazer) Dont feel pressured please don’t write
anything you don’t want to. Happy holidays!
There are untold poems in her eyes as she looks at him intently and
there’s nothing else in this world, nothing at all. There are promises
resting on her cheekbones and her rosebud lips are about to bloom and
speak, but he doesn’t know whether her words will break his heart into
minuscule segments of stained glass or whether they will mend him and
heal the unseen wounds that grace the chambers of his velour heart.
Her
cheeks are rouged by the frosty air and her skin captures the glow of
the fairylights and she looks like a porcelain china doll, only she is
real, with a beating heart and passion running through her indigo veins,
and the words that just left his mouth and are now sinking to the snow
covered ground, they are terrifying, even to him.
His
face is like that of a marble statue, carved as its subject was
grieving the loss of his own heart. He is beautiful, ethereally
beautiful, snowflakes caught in his chestnut hair, and she can’t help
but tilt her head to the side and let her mind write odes to the lines
of his face and the depth of his fears. He is gentle, kind, perfect,
purer than the pearl coloured blank canvas that has fallen upon the
grounds, and he is not a monster, no matter the weight that a full,
glowing moon may place upon his aching shoulders.
She
doesn’t need to say a word now, because the way her fingers fit
perfectly between his and the wondrous flames of her skin on his speak a
million of them, worthy of leather bound volumes and carvings on walls,
and the blazes of loyalty thaw the cold that stings at their soft hands
and their crimson cheeks.
Their
hands are intertwined and their heartbeats are hummingbird quick and
the stars peeking through the twilight are envious of how the luminous
flames of their newfound love outshine their ancient glow.
🎄♫ All I Want For Christmas is You- Mariah Carey// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader
Request:
Okay this might sound crazy but imagine a one shot where Remus is
smitten with a girl and while joking with the marauders he says that he
wants her for christmas and Sirius (cheeky bastard he is) ties her up in
a bow n puts her under their Xmas tree
Frost settles on the roofs of the castle, nipping at the noses of
still statues in the courtyard and resting on gentle blades of grass.
Grey pillars are graced by the glimmer of white fragments that stick to
them like glue. In the delicate light of the early dusk, the castle and
everything around it is peacefully aglow.
The
pure white canvas that covers the cold, hard ground is disturbed by 3
pairs of footprints, the trails still forming, leading to a trio of
shivering boys that rush towards the entrance of the castle, their coats
rustling across the newly ivory tenting that covered the world.
“We
should have just stayed in,” Sirius Black’s teeth chattered as his
eyebrow knitted into a frown, snowflake segments scattered across his
dark hair.
“Quit complaining Pads, I had to
find the perfect gift,” James Potter had determination running through
his veins and pouring out through his voice.
“Do
you ever worry that Evans might think you’re some kind of a stalker?”
the raspy voice of Remus Lupin floated across the rustle of their capes
and the thumps of their shoes.
“Shut up, I
know she likes me. Probably. Maybe. She does, alright?” James’
confidence was shaken as he frustratedly snapped at his friend, fumbling
with the necklace that he had taken out of it’s box numerous times
since they had left Hogsmeade, just to make sure it would match her
glowing emerald eyes and compliment her radiant smile.
“You
don’t sound very sure,” Sirius’ statement earned a strong shove from
James, laughter echoing from all 3 boys as they hurriedly walked to
their destination, that still seemed miles away.
“Why
are you laughing Moony? I don’t see you getting Y/L/N a present?” the
hesitation in James’ voice transformed into smugness as he gave the now
crimson cheeked boy a nudge. Remus stared down at his snow covered
boots, his step becoming quicker and quicker.
“You
can’t run away from the truuuuuuuth!” seemingly having forgotten all
about his freezing hands, Sirius yelled, his exclamation almost a song,
that was very likely heard at the glistening tops of Hogwarts’ highest
towers.
Remus stopped in his tracks, causing his distracted friends to immediately bump into him.
“Okay,
yes, I like Y/N, thank you for stating the obvious. If it were
possible, I’d want her under a Christmas tree wearing a bow and nothing
else. But it won’t happen, because she doesn’t even know I exist. Now,
can we get back to teasing James, please? Because that’s a lot more
fun.”
Stunned by the calm and determined
tone of their friend’s voice, Sirius and James stood static for a
moment, their mouths slightly open, before they ran to catch up with
their friend, exchanging mischievous glances.
Y/N
dipped her quill in ink and began the final sentence of her Divination
assignment, interrupted by a tap on her sweater covered shoulder that
caused her to smudge the looping writing that covered the parchment
sprawled across the library desk, and whispered profanities to slip off
her soft lips. She turned around, frustrated, ink covering her fingers,
coming face to face with Sirius Black.
♫Your Song- Elton John// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader
Request:
Could you do a Remus x reader one shot with “your song” by Elton John? Love you!!
A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! My request list got a bit messed up and I’ve been having some trouble with my laptop (as in I’m an idiot and I forgot my adapter so I can’t charge it until I find one. Genius, am I right?) so I’ve had to hop from computer to computer to post these. I hope it was worth the wait, and sorry again that it took so long!
Waves whisper to the shore, pushed by swirling wind and the dynamic depths of the sea. Trees sway in the strong gusts, their branches and leaves arguing with the forceful wind. He looks ahead at the craving sea as it foams and rushes forward, pooling around his feet. His brown hair flutters in the air as he brings his palms to his mouth, hoping his breath will thaw he freezing feeling that lingers on his fingers. As he gently exhales onto his palms, their outsides are covered by two small, gentle hands, surprisingly warm, despite the freezing wind. His eyes follow the small fingers, down sweater covered forearms and gentle shoulders, peeking collarbones and a delicate jawline and meet a gracious smile and a pair of eyes that carry the depths of the oceans within them.
Suddenly, Remus is awake, sitting up, tangled in the sheets of his bed. Instead of the strong wind mussing his brown hair, he is met with the stillness of the dark and a moonbeam gracing the wooden floor of his dormitory. Disappointment weighs on him as he looks at his pale hand, untouched. Sleep avoids him, and too soon, dawn creeps through the curtain covered windows and the chirps of birds float through the air and reach him as he lies still, staring at the ceiling, hoping for a reappearance of the cold wind and warm hands covering his own.
Y/N had woken early, her eyes opening to see the mild glow of the sunrise on her dormitory floor. The window was cracked open, gentle whirls of the wind sneaking in, dancing gracefully with the curtains that leant against the cold glass. The floor creaked as she stood from her bed, her bare feet meeting the cold hardwood and making their way to the window as she reached to open it wide. She leaned onto the window ledge and watched the sun emerge from behind the brooding mountains, its pastel light making the world come alive, as she dreamed of the faraway sea.
The Great Hall is brimming with chatter and laughter, with the whispers of owl’s wings and the thumps of dropped packages, but it’s all white noise and Remus can’t get his dream out of his head and he yearns to hear the sound of the tree branches rustling in the wind and to see the foamy waves reach his feet again and to see those eyes, those familiar yet unknown eyes that carry infinity within them.
♫Tear in My Heart- Twenty One Pilots// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader
Request:
Can you do a Remus x reader imagine with the song “tear in my heart”? Thanks ☺️
A/N: Getting kind of into the wintery Christmas spirit now! Also, you guys are so sweet when you send in requests and I appreciate that so much!
A dragonfly flies through the air, buzzing gently, its wings carrying the world as it rushes past, seeming nothing more than a blue streak in the murky darkness of the cloudy autumn day. The crunch of leaves seems louder than it should be as Remus walks towards the grandeur of the castle. Silence stifles the air, broken only by the occasional whiz of strong, brief gusts of wind. The previous night weighs on his wounded shoulders and the taste of blood still lingers in his reticent mouth. Surrounding fog goes unnoticed by his tired brown eyes and a painful relief washes over him as he enters, steps echoing on the floor made of stones cold as his heart. She didn’t get any sleep that night. The wind howled and the rustle of leaves boomed in her ears, thoughts running restlessly through her velvet mind. Before she knew it, dawn had rolled around, covered in grey mist, the sun entrapped by brooding clouds. The cool air found its way into her dorm, opening her sleepless eyes, her mind heavy with fatigue.The words of her roommates whirled through the air, ignored, incomprehensible. The repeated calling of her name was the only thing that managed to startle her from her unexpected gloom and still she was distracted, her mind embraced by a strange, unexplainable fog.
They enter the Great Hall seconds apart and he’s left a trail invisible to everyone but her, a trail of broken hearts and sharp edged secrets, cutting into his silken heart. It was magnetic and so she followed, entranced, her heart shedding pain as she got closer and closer to the broken boy, catching a glimpse of a wound on the back of his palm that travels like a coursing river down his arm, disappearing in the sleeve of his sweater. He doesn’t feel so tired anymore, his eyes roaming the noise filled hall, falling on the glow of her y/h/c hair as she walks away, a celestial epitome of grace and now his heart is warm and his lesions don’t sting at his skin anymore.
Request:
Hi! I was just wondering if you could do a Remus x Reader based on Gravity by Coldplay. Only if you want to, but I’m curious, because it’s a rather good song :)
It’s a mellow spring day, chirps of birds flurrying through the air and gentle streaks of the Sun playing with the morning dew on the thin blades of grass. It’s the calm before the storm and the way the smoky grey seeds of the dandelion pirouette through the air as she gently blows, a covert wish on her mind.
It’s the glimpse he catches of a minuscule grey segment fluttering in the slight breeze and the swift turn he makes to see where it came from. Her skin is glowing, her eyes closed as she faces the sun, peaceful and still. And he sees a beauty, a celestial radiance, a warmth he continues to feel even as he walks away. His daydreams are disturbed by playful nudges and suggestive: “Who’s that Moony?’’s and sly smirks. It hurts him that he doesn’t know, and he feels something at the bottom of his lungs, something settling at the very core of his delicate heart, its beats harmonious as a the dulcet tones of a hummingbird’s song.
A force of nature that continues to linger atop their gentle heads, behind their unknowing shoulders, in their candid hearts. Accidental touches burst into imperceptible flames, and the simple hint of his voice sends her into a trance. An innocent cowardice and hidden feelings, wordless poems composed about the glimmer in her eyes.
Request:
Hi! :D If requests are still open could I request something? :) A story with young Remus and the song I Alone by Live. If you want to. No pressure! If you don’t feel like it I understand ;D ❤️ Loved your Sirius story!
A/N: Hope you like it lovely!
The way they met was a cliché, dropped books, gently exchanged words, undiscovered sparks glowing in the crisp, question-filled air. The fleeting touch of innocent fingers that would burn for days after in the most stunning of ways.
Stress overtook her as she stared down at the Potions book she’d just borrowed from the library, trying to carve the heavy words into her mind, bumping into multiple irked students as she rushed down the hall, her eyebrows coiled into a concentrated frown.
Seconds passed and her books were on the floor, pieces of parchment happily scattered on the cobblestones. She knelt down, reaching for her Divination assignment when another hand touched hers, a divine shock flowing through her fingers.
“I’m so so sorry”, the brown haired boy fumbled, picking up her possessions, while she stood still, a calm smile on her face, a sense of enlightenment in her heart.
“That’s alright”, she spoke softly, “Don’t worry about it”.
He fumbled with his words, gentle apologies drifting through the air, barely reaching her mind embraced by fascination at his enchanting presence.
“..I hope I didn’t mess up your work or anything”, the boy stood up, extending a hand which she happily accepted, and handing her books back with the other hand.
“I’m Remus.”
His name reached her through her daze as she shook her head slightly, landing back in reality.
“Don’t worry about it, honestly”, she smiled sympathetically, “God knows it’s happened to me more than once” a giggle escaped her lips.
“I’m Y/N”
He flashed a shy smile her way: “Lovely to meet you.”
“Likewise. I’ll see you around!” she beamed at him as she waved, walking backwards and hit yet another annoyed classmate, causing her to turn around and rush to class, glancing back to see the chestnut coloured wonderboy walk away.
Strangers that knew each other better than they could understand. Brief glances and smiles with the radiance of a million suns, a radiance which pursued them wherever they went, lingering, ready to blaze as soon as their eyes met.
Weeks were filled with flirtatious glances fluttering through the air filled with unsaid words. Her smile reeled him in, emptying the world of all but her slender figure reaching for a book on a shelf that was too high.
Loud jokes and strong nudges from his best friends, a grin and a few shakes of his head. Prolonged glances and smiles, a sting of jealousy when her soft voice was gracing Lucius’ ears instead of his own.
