James Potter Giving You Kisses On Your Cheeks And Wrapping His Arms Around Your Waist. He Whispers Soft

steaming coffee, smudged lipstick, chocolate, rose gardens, nose kisses, misted windows, stormy mornings, fuzzy blankets, leather jackets, dried flowers between pages, soft fairy lights, heart-shaped lockets, art galleries

oh real and fictional older sisters, you'll always be tragic.

“But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.”

— Tammara Webber

romanticise your own existence. 

Remus: my type is shoulder-length black hair, grey eyes, a Gryffindor, and a bloke named Sirius Black

Sirius:

Sirius: who the fuck has the same name as me what

Museum dates, tea shops, botanical gardens <3

alright. fuck small talk. let’s overshare about our trauma while we listen to hozier and drink day old iced coffee.

I am she

She’s a ten but anytime she’s going through a hard time, she automatically reads and listens to music all day because she would rather escape this world and focus on other peoples sorrow and problems than her own.

Third of December

It’s winter, snowy and cold, but Remus’ jumpers always looked better on his girlfriend anyway.

PAIRING: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

CONTENT: fluff, fluff, fluff! no spell check

NOTES: Moony my beloved <3 This is based off of Conan Gray's 'Heather.’

Resting upon the pavement and oak trees in perfect white, snow fell; little crystals casting gold in the streetlights that mingled with the twinkling stars that just appeared with a navy blue and deep purple sky.

The chill managed to seep past the closed windows and through her thick clothes, biting her skin as she stared out the window from her little flat with Remus. Her hands clasped together, rubbing to generate friction and warmth but failed to create anything substantial.

Faint music played in the background, the record player switching on and off by itself, enchanted by magic to switch a vinyl every once in a while. Currently, a love song played.

Light footsteps sounded behind her, coming closer and closer until a pair of arms, warm and strong, wrapped around her torso and pulled her close.

“Remus,” she sighed, relaxing into his hold as he pressed himself against her back. She felt a small kiss pressed to the crown of her hair before he rested his chin on her shoulder.

They stood like that for a bit; staring out the window while watching the snow collect and build.

Remus nuzzled his face to the side of her neck and she giggled at the feeling of his nose brushing against exposed skin.

“You’re shaking, my love,” he murmured.

“It’s cold.”

Remus paused, his grip tightening for a moment before spinning her around. His eyes were thoughtful until he detached himself and tugged his cream-white jumper off. His hair flopped, dishevelled, as he pulled it over her head, her arms finding the sleeves as it hung around her frame.

She looked up to him, hands placing on his chest as he pulled her back against him. “But you’ll be —”

“Shh,” he cut off. “Besides, it looks better on you than me.”

Warmth seemed to take over her whole body, and it wasn’t from the jumper.

It was just polyester, fried and worn at the edges, but well-loved and adorned. A symbol of more than just love but anchoring her soul and intertwining with his.

“Thank you.”

A grin grew on Remus’ face, causing small dimples to appear by his mouth and crinkling the lines by his eyes. And somehow, his hair managed to glow golden brown, as if he were the snow in the streetlight — caused by the dimmed and brothy candlelight in the background.

His head tilted to the side, cupping her cheek. She had him mesmerized with just touch alone.

“I can’t believe it’s already the third of December.”

She hummed, mind already reeling and churning as a flurry of memories zipped past. Remus had other plans, grabbing her wrist to twirl her around, now in sync with the music. Her giggling, his light chuckling, filled the room as he tried to dip her, only to fail miserably and nearly slip. Instead, they switched to swaying, better for them and Remus’ long limbs.

There was a simplicity of that day that was monumental. With mugs filled with red wine on the table, Remus' chocolate, their slight drunken dancing and hearts aglow that shielded them both from the cold. Even their eyes twinkled brighter than even gems couldn't match.

“You’re such an angel.”

With Remus, love songs started to make sense, both singing in perfect harmony.

“Not too bad yourself, Moony.”

He laughed, nose scrunching. Continuing to sway, he leant forward and pressed his forehead against hers with a smile so warm she forgot it was winter. Words were left unsaid, but spoken through every touch, shy glance and warm lips - both shouted in a secret language.

“I love you,” he said, kissing her forehead.

“I love you,” he said, kissing her nose.

“I love you,” he said, kissing her cheek.

This time, a finger hooked beneath her chin and raised her to look up to him.

“I love you,” he whispered like an oath, a sacred prayer, kissing her lips.

She wasn’t sure when she slipped her heart into the palms of Remus’ hands; letting him hold it, cradle it, place it into the pockets of his jeans. But there it would remain, safe, sound and warm.

“I love you too,” she muttered back, utterly breathless. “Happy anniversary.”

Remus couldn’t help but let his heart soar. He had found a love that made him soft, encouraged his soul to chase and make the fall less frightening. They managed to find each other, two futures that woven themselves together that unravelled knots in the endless constellation.

He hung onto every word as the rest of his life flashed a smile at him.

And then he kissed her, again and again. Again.