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moonstruckme · 5 months

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love the doctor!remus content!!!

would love to read about him in a similar setting as the last request u did, where reader doesn’t tell him she‘s had to go to urgent care (maybe she lost her phone) and he‘s in his big scary attending mood but the moment he steps into the room and realizes reader is the patient he goes all concerned and cooing and all the interns are confused as to what happened to calm collected and kinda cool doctor lupin :((((

Thanks love!

cw: hospital, mention of stitches

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You can hear him talking as he moves down the line of small curtained-off rooms, your heart contracting at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice but too shy to interrupt him while he’s working. Remus’ tone is clipped and all business, and you can tell by how quickly his voice draws closer that he’s striding toward you in that brisk way he does when he’s busy.

“This one’s already been treated,” he’s saying to someone, “so we’re just checking in before discharge. Let me ask some of the necessary questions first, and then we’ll ask the patient’s permission for you to ask some as well.”

He looks nearly imposing as he whips open the curtain, clipboard in hand and a gaggle of what you guess must be residents on his heels. That all drains away, along with the blood in his face, when he sees you. “Dove?”

“Dove?” you hear one of the residents echo bemusedly.

“Hi,” you say sheepishly.

Remus steps toward where you sit on the bed, concern etched into the twin lines between his brows. “Honey, what happened? You” —he looks down at his clipboard, flustered— “you got stitches in your hand? What’d you need stitches in your hand for?”

You glance between the many sets of eyes in the room, self-conscious in the face of so much attention. “I cut myself,” you answer quietly.

Remus lowers the clipboard, looking devastated for you. “Why didn’t you call me?” he asks, but the reprimand in his tone is barely detectable behind all the fondness coating it. He holds out a hand. “Let me see.”

You give him your hand obediently, doing your best to follow his example and ignore the murmurings from your small audience. He’s painstakingly careful as he removes the bandages to reveal your cut. It looks far better than it had when it had been bleeding all over your car on the drive over, but Remus still coos like it's the most grievous injury he’s seen in his career.

“Seven stitches?” His lips turn down into a pout. “What’d you do to yourself, dovey?”

You see one resident’s eyebrows fly up at the sappy pet name, exchanging a look with the one next to him.

“I was trying to cut up the squash I bought last week,” you explain, unsure if you’re supposed to be talking to the room but directing your words only to your boyfriend, “and my knife slipped. I was going to call you when it wouldn't stop bleeding, but my phone died. I didn’t have time to charge it before I came.”

Remus makes a gruff, reluctant sound of approval. “Well, I’m glad you came but I’m sorry I couldn’t be with you. Did it hurt very badly?”

“Not really,” you lie quietly, but one of the residents behind you goes, “Doctor Lupin, is that one of the necessary questions we’re meant to be asking?”

You flush, and Remus shifts modes in an instant, his look severe as he turns on the smart aleck. “No,” he says drily. “But this is still the portion where you’re meant to be quiet.”

You sort of feel for the resident as they nod abashedly. Remus countenance warms again as he turns back towards you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here,” he says, still cradling your injured hand in his.

“It wasn’t too bad.”

“Baby.” Remus’ brows scrunch together, the sympathy in his eyes almost too much for you to bear. “I can tell you’ve been crying, darling.”

“Remus,” you chide embarrassedly, looking again to the residents gathered behind him.

“Ah.” He drops a hand to your knee for an apologetic squeeze, turning to face your observers with more of an authoritative air. “Go find somewhere else to be,” he tells them.

They scatter like mice, and Remus huffs when the last one out doesn’t shut the curtain, stepping away from you to draw it closed himself.

“Sorry, I sort of forget they’re there sometimes,” he explains, but he’s already doubling down on the sweetness now that they’re gone, bringing your injured palm to his lips for a very, very gentle kiss. “Did you cry while they stitched you up, honey?”

You might cry again now if he keeps looking at you like that. “A little,” you admit. “I was being a tad dramatic.”

“I doubt that,” he says, thumb stroking lovingly over the line of stitches before picking up the bandage and beginning to rewrap it. “Hand wounds are no light thing. It probably bled a lot, hm?”

“There may be some cleanup waiting for me in both the kitchen and my car,” you joke. Remus gives you a small smile for your efforts.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll take care of it when I get home.” He finishes bandaging your hand and leans in to kiss your cheek. When he pulls back, his eyebrows have bunched again. “You’ve got mascara tracks on your cheeks,” he murmurs, cupping your face and brushing his thumb over the plane of your cheekbone. “S’breaking my heart.”

“Sorry,” you say bashfully, and he rolls his eyes at you, pecking you again on the cheek like he can’t help himself.

“What’re you sorry for, hm? Well,” he seems to reconsider, “you ought to be sorry about your knife skills, but that’s an apology you owe yourself, not me. I’ll be stowing all the knives where you can’t reach them from now on, by the way.”

“First you’ll have to deal with all the residents you just disillusioned,” you tease him back. “Seems like they used to think you were cool and blase, but not anymore.”

Remus shrugs. “People are multifaceted. If they didn’t know that already, then I taught them something today after all.” He gives you another soft look, though it’s far less worried than the others had been. “My poor darling,” he laments, setting his hands on either side of you to plant one final kiss on your forehead. “Rest here for a bit, and I’ll come get you in a few minutes, yeah?”

“Okay, thanks,” you agree readily, happy to have a ride home considering the state you left your car in. “Gonna go try to restore your street cred with the residents?”

“Dove, don’t be silly,” he says on his way out. “They worship me.”

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ficswjackson · 16 days

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favourite : remus lupin fics 🦇

this will be a growing post where I will add more over time, you may see fics from here featuring on my favourite fics of list as well.

while you were sleeping by @pasukiyo

2.24k | remus x f!reader even the smallest things remus lupin did was enough to have your belly full with butterflies. you trace it all back at 3:30am to find something that night turned in your heart...

protective remus by @moonstruckme

994 words | doctor!remus x fem!reader remus looking after y/n when she mentions she has a sore throat at one of sirius's events

baby im yours by @crimsntwlip

one shot | bassist!remus x fem!reader remus sees y/n at his concert.

[ nsfw ] suprise we're making love by @ellecdc

6.8k words | remus x fem!reader a fic based around 'repeatedly hooking up trope' + a request.

scars by @crimsntwlip

request | remus x reader y/n and remus talking about their scars

[ suggestive ] remus looking after y/n by @bettysupremacy

request | remus x reader remus taking care of his unexperienced girlfriend, reassurance.

right back by @love-quinn

1.8k words | remus x reader y/n and remus meet in a predictable way.

loving yellow and black by @empress-simps

request | remus x fem!reader y/n is nervous about meeting remus's friends.

remus practicing by @moonstruckme

704 words | doctor!remus x fem!reader y/n is remus's test person to practice medicine with.

safety by @moonstruckme

651 words | remus x fem!reader soft remus and y/n.

insecurity by @moonstruckme

750 words | remus x fem!reader y/n is insecure about her skin.

trope by @madwcman

request | remus x fem!reader sunshine x grumpy trope.

#remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus lupin #remus x you #doctor!remus #remus smut #marauders

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theemporium · 1 year

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or better yet, doctor!remus lupin who is a frequent visitor of your cafè, going there at the most oddly time of the day bearing nothing but the sleepiness in his eyes and the fatigue that's wearing his body

thank you for requesting!🖤

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“The usual?”

“Please.”

“Rough day ahead?”

“You don’t even know it, sweetheart.”

You had your fair share of regular customers that came into the cafe, faces you would recognise and names you would remember. Sometimes they were just the customers with wacky orders, sometimes it was because they were in the cafe almost daily and that just so happened to be the case with Remus Lupin.

He had started visiting your cafe around a year ago, one of the first customers that day as he walked in a few minutes after you just opened. He seemed to be in a rush, there were bags under his eyes and he seemed a bit flustered as he rushed out, calling out a thank you over his shoulder.

You learned pretty quickly that that was a familiar sight when it came to Remus.

Over the weeks, you started to learn more details about the mysterious customer until one day he came in, not dressed in the usual smart shirt and slacks he would be seen in, and instead gave you a bright smile as he placed his order. What shocked you more was that he actually had time to talk to you.

That was the start of your friendship with Dr Remus Lupin and it only grew as the months passed.

But as time passed, there was a shift in your dynamic and both of you knew it—you were both just too scared to do anything about it.

“Long shift?” you asked him as you took his thermos from him, starting to prepare his usual coffee order.

“Short day, actually,” Remus said with a heavy sigh. “It was meant to be my day off but they needed someone to cover the shift. I was on nights last night.”

You frowned. “Isn’t that illegal?”

Remus could only shrug in response, giving you a sad smile. “Not much I can do about it, sweetheart. The hospital is short-staffed.”

“You need to take care of yourself, Remus,” you murmured with a shake of your head. “You’re gonna wear yourself thin with how much you work.”

“Would it be a bad time to ask for a double shot then?” he asked you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Have you at least eaten something between shifts?” you asked him, a crease forming between your brows.

“I’ll grab something from the hospital cafeteria,” Remus assured you.

Your eyes narrowed. “What was the last meal you actually ate, Lupin?”

“Well–”

“And you call yourself a doctor,” you muttered with a heavy sigh, though there was some amusement in your voice. “I guess I’ll just have to drop you something off during my lunch break.”

His cheeks instantly heated up. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” you assured him as you screwed the lid onto his thermos and handed it to him, giving him a warm smile. “Maybe…maybe we can have lunch together?”

Remus tried to bite back the grin that wanted to spread across his face. “I would like that.”

“Great. It’s a date, Dr Lupin.”

“It’s a date, sweetheart.”

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Doctor Remus please 😵‍💫

today is multiverse monday (but i'm on vacation)! send me any au you can think of :)

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lately i've been thinking about doctor!remus x nurse!reader - your medical insurance is, of course, with the hospital you work for, so you're always local for appointments, and one of the doctors that you work is really nice and always offers to perform your gp exams!! doctor lupin is always so sweet to you, he helps you with alllll of your appointments and procedures, and he even offers you lollipops after your exams, and teases you about how your tongue turns red after a cherry one

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bethsvrse · 5 days

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please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!

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ginevrapng · 6 months

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imagine spending months flirting with remus and he reciprocates but there is a slight age gap, not big enough for you to even think about or other people to think about but he overthinks it and worries he's too old for you, that you're 'wasting your youth' and you should be 'spending time with people your own age'. obviously you think it's rubbish but the thing about remus is he can be hypocritical, he says all this stuff but flirts with you anyway, it's very confusing.

one day he just snaps at you, you've been spending the night at 12 grimmauld place and everyone else has gone to bed, it's just you two and you flirt a bit, no more than usual and that's what shocks you so much at his outburst. "I'm not your boyfriend," he says coldly, in a tone that you've never heard him use directed at you before.

a shiver runs down your spine and you feel like all the warmth leave your body, you hated the way he just talked to you, dismissed you like that. after a moments silence you reply to him quietly, "i never thought you were."

"i never said it was your mistake," he mumbles back softer than before. he gets up from his chair and leaves the room without saying another word.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader angst #THIS IS ANGSTY OH MY GOD. I NEVER THOUGHT I'D WRITE ANGST #marauders x reader #marauders angst #marauders x reader angst #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #older remus lupin x reader #♡ mine / writing #♡ remus #remus lupin angst #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #hp x reader angst #harry potter x reader angst #remus lupin fic #this is kind of a quote from doctor who btw <3 why not combine two british staples that i adore

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pearlusha · 8 days

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lily baby

comms open!!

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multifandomlover01 · 4 months

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Absolutely nothing would sadden me more than being transported to my favorite fictional universes and having my favorite characters not like me. I’d be crushed. Like you don’t love me? How devastating.

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enigmasalad · 5 months

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Virgil: it’s been a year of my fellow sides crying over random things on tv.

Virgil: I caught Janus crying at the Loki finale and he said there was just something in his eyes.

Virgil: I saw a tear fall when Logan saw Donna on doctor who again.

Virgil: Roman’s been crying for MONTHS over Owl House ending.

Virgil: Patton wailed over the once upon a studio when roman gathered us all to watch it.

Virgil: me? Im good.

Remus: You cried over The Good omens season two ending.

Virgil: shut your lying mouth Remus I was not crying!

Remus: “we could have been us”

Virgil: *tearing up* f-fuck you Remus!

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #sanderssides #sanders sides incorrect quotes #toh #the owl house #Loki #loki series #loki season 2 #once upon a studio #doctor who #good omens

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moonstruckme · 23 days

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oh my god i was hoping u werent sick (no pun intended unless…) of all the doc rem requests!!!

can we get not just a regular doc rem but a casually dominant doc rem. like he’ll make sure ur drinking ur water, fixing ur posture by pulling your shoulders back gently, forcing u to put on a jacket if its just a tad 🤏🏻 bit cold outside

and ofc will scold u (lovingly) in the process. fem!reader is all like 🙄 but loves how much he cares about her

You're a genius for this lovely, thanks for requesting!

cw: alcohol

doctor!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 994 words

Your throat’s been bothering you since you woke up. It’s just a little scratchy, barely anything, but it feels like an ill omen. Still, you’re not going to bring your life to a halt on the slim chance the tickle in your throat is going to turn into something worse, and Remus would never hear the end of it if you skipped out on one of Sirius’ things anyway.

You probably should have abstained from drinking, though. You’ve only had one, but now your throat hurts worse, the music and chatter are too grating, and your head feels a tad fuzzier than it ought to. Sirius and Remus have gone from bickering about music to teaming up against James to bicker about films without your noticing, and now Lily’s offering you another drink and you have to ask her to repeat herself before declining. There’s an inconvenient ache blooming behind your eyes.

You know you’ve been sussed out when Remus wraps his hands around your hips, pulling you into his lap.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs. “Everything alright?”

“Mhm.” You leave it at that, leaning a back against his chest.

He hums. “Did you finish your water today?”

“Yeah.”

“What have you had to eat?”

You roll your eyes. Remus knows, somehow. He gives your hip a warning squeeze.

“Rem, I’m fine.”

“What have you eaten?”

You tell him, as if he wasn’t there for breakfast and didn’t pack your lunch himself. He nods, reassured you’d finished it all.

“You seem knackered for only having had one drink,” he observes.

You shrug. “I’m just not up to more tonight.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

Remus hums, his grip adjusting just slightly to hold you more securely against him. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m just a bit tired.”

“Dove.” Your boyfriend has several tones you know well enough to pick up on a single word. This one is all too familiar. It’s mistrustful, admonishing, heavy with the weight of implied consequence. It says, I know you’re not being fully honest with me.

James may not pick up on all that, but he recognizes the shift in Remus’ attention, one of your boyfriend’s lengthy hands splaying protectively over your stomach. He sends you an amused look, which you return with a touch of loving pique, and then Remus is turning you around in his lap.

“Dove,” he says again, breath fanning over your face and eyes boring into yours and overall torturously close to you, “are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?”

You give up on denials, turning your eyes up to his pleadingly. “It’s really not bad,” you try.

Remus is unmoved. “Tell me, and I’ll say if it’s bad.”

“I don’t want to make it a thing.”

“You’re not. Go on.”

You sigh, squirming under the attention you can feel at your back. Remus’ friends have continued talking, but you know his behavior has caught their attention. “My throat’s just a bit sore,” you admit, “and I guess the alcohol must’ve made it worse.” Remus sets a hand to your forehead, nodding for you to continue. “I feel a bit more affected than I usually would, so I decided to stop. That’s all.”

“Well, you don’t have a fever.” You release a tiny exhale, and Remus’ lips twitch. “How long has your throat been bothering you, sweetheart?”

You consider lying, but it’ll only make things worse. “Since this morning.”

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but your boyfriend’s stare beats that easily. “You ought to have told me,” he says in a low voice.

“It’s just a sore throat.” You roll your eyes. Remus makes a soft tsking sound that lets you know he’ll remember it.

“I have you talk to me about these things for a reason,” he says. “Do you know why that is?”

You’d really rather not enable him, but you’re trapped. You let your expression convey your reluctance. “Why?”

“Because I’d tell you,” he slips one hand beneath your top, thumb sweeping across your side in the way that softens you like butter, “not to drink when you’re coming down with something.”

“I don’t know if I am,” you say weakly.

“Hopefully not.” Remus smears a kiss across your forehead, reaching for his coat. “But if you are, we might still be able to avoid it if you let yourself rest. Y/N’s not feeling well,” he explains to Sirius when the other boy notices his preparations for departure. “I’m going to take her home.”

“Aw, I didn’t know you were sick,” James covers for his sour friend, who’s still looking like he might protest.

“I’m not,” you say, but Remus ushers you towards the door.

Lily gives you a kind look, glancing knowingly towards your boyfriend. “Feel better, love.”

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he placates his friends, placing his jacket over your shoulders. He opens the door for you, and seems all too prepared for the argument on the tip of your tongue when you step outside. “Don’t take off the jacket. You should have brought your own, but now that you’re sick I don’t want to risk weakening your immune system.”

“I’m not sick,” you insist, starting to shrug the jacket off despite his hands pinning it to you. “And it’s barely cold out here.”

Remus levels you with a look. “Keep it on.”

You huff but stop your attempts to remove the covering, trying not to notice how Remus has slowed his brisk pace to accommodate you. “Why did we have to leave?” you ask. “I’m not feeling that bad, really.”

“I figured you wouldn't want me looking down your throat with a flashlight in front of everyone.” You purse your lips, and Remus grins, wrapping an arm around you. He rubs your shoulder through the material of his jacket. “I’m looking out for you in more ways than one, dove,” he teases, “you can trust in that.”

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postnuclearel · 2 months

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HELLO!

My name is El, I'll take any pronouns. This is basically a list of my interests and stuff I like so that I can pin it in case anyone is interested. I'm neurodivergent and usually my hyper fixations swing between these every couple of months

Marauders Era HP

Dead Poets Society

Good Omens

Peaky Blinders

Formula One

Doctor Who

Crime Dramas (LINE OF DUTY AND VERA ESPECIALLY!!!)

I love reading, especially classics, actions and anything well written with a sad ending.

I love poetry and Emily Dickinson is my fav poet

I collect records!

Pasta is my favourite food ever ever ever (I eat it so much I genuinely think I have a condition)

I write fanfiction sometimes (whenever I have motivation and I'm not too busy)

60s/70s music (The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, The Velvet Underground) I honestly just have a massively diverse music taste there's no way to pin it down, like it goes from Lana Del Rey to Adam and the Ants to the Smiths to TV Girl and I have a playlist with 768 songs on that I shuffle whenever I want to listen to music. - Boy Genius & especially Phoebe Bridgers - Hozier (I'm seeing him live in June and Lord Huron!) - I'm the biggest Billy Joel fan to ever exist - Taylor Swift (The music and not the person - I don't support some of the things she's done)

Thank you for reading <3

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hxney-lemcn · 4 months

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

summery: reader ponders their feelings.

tw: angst.

a/n: okay so...this is my first time writing a generic fic, in which I mean you can imagine whatever character you want. So uh...I hope I did this right. Also, listen to 'Dream a Little Dream of Me' by Karen Fukuhara. It's *chefs kiss*

wc: 0.4k

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“Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you Birds singin’ in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me”

Rain drizzled, gently pattering against the windows. I watched as the clear drops raced down. My brain was racing yet it was blank all the same. That growing pit in my chest ached as I listened to that familiar bittersweet tune. I loved to listen to it, yet it always brought me into a somber trance. The gloomy weather only seemed to add to my mood.

“Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me While I’m alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me”

I frowned. I understood that longing feeling. Being alone and wishing for someone to love you. Although the singer is singing about their lover, my mind wandered to who I was crushing on. The thought of him kissing me, the thought of him holding me and asking me to stay with him, it loosened that hollow feeling just a little.

I had been pining over him for so long, it was starting to hurt. The pattering of my heart when he smiled at me so handsomely, started to ache. The warm flush that I used to bask in that he’d always manage to cause, started to grow cold. The usual happiness I felt when I’d look at him turned bitter. Yet no matter how much it hurt, I still found myself falling for his charms. The bitterness would leave, if only for a little while in his presence, only for it to come crashing down when he was gone.

“Stars fading but I linger on dear Still craving your kiss Now I’m longin’ to linger till dawn dear Just saying this”

There was no one to blame but myself. I had spent so long dwelling on my feelings, on pretending like they weren’t there, that it started to warp. I was by his side for so long, that it felt like he overlooked me, that if I were to disappear from his life, that he wouldn’t even notice.

The answer to my problems seemed easy on surface level. Just confess, get these feelings off my chest and be done with the whole deal. Yet, after this long, he hadn’t noticed. He hadn’t noticed how my gestures ran deeper than just friendly. How I dropped everything to make sure he was okay. Not only that, but he hadn’t hinted at liking me back. We were just friends, and even if it hurts, I don’t want to lose that. Because I care for him as a person, and if he’s happy, then that’s all I could ask for.

“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dream whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Dream a little dream of me”

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eri3ne · 5 months

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its so hard for me to not project onto characters when I'm writing fanfic...likeeeeeee someones gonna be dyslexic, someones gonna have an ED someones gonna be autistic. its just not in my control. and then its all "that's not how the character would act" but guess what????? idonotcare.

#marauders #marauders headcanon #sirius black #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #marlene mckinnon #remus lupin #wolfstar #dorcas meadowes #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic authors #fanfic ao3 #pjo #pjo fanf #percabeth #doctor who #supernatural

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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For multiverse Monday can I request doctor!Remus and assistant!Sirius please!!

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

doctor!remus and assistant!sirius cover all of your examinations, you signed up for remus as your gp and somehow he ends up doing all of your work... you've got a stomachache? it's probably from the tuna sandwich you ate a few days ago at your friend's party, but he'd better check. let him squish your tummy around for a bit. you haven't had a breast exam lately? tits out, babe, one for each man, they've gotta make sure you're safe. your throat is sore? he'd better have sirius hold your jaw open and stick his fingers down there to make sure nothing's wrong.

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so-far-frogs-and-oscar · 1 year

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Me reading terrible fic on ao3, because I'm desperate for a certain man and I have nothing else left: I'm a survivor. I'm a warrior. I can do this.

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thepsychicsmind · 10 days

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I love that almost every song on my playlist reminds me of one of my favourite fictional characters.

Do they mentally destroy me? Yes.

Do I keep listening to them? Also yes.

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