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[luveline]

Hello! Congrats on 800! Can I request a 🌾 for Sirius.

Basically Sirius being in love with James' little sister (Potter!reader) and he's a softie around her so the marauders making fun of him for being a simp but he denies his feelings until jealousy swoops in when he sees her with another guy or something?. Idk lol go crazy with this trope that's all I have to say.

tada! sorry it’s so late, i hope this is alright! thanks so much for requesting <3

"You're looking at her again," Remus said lightly, turning a page in his novel.

"I am not," Sirius said, furiously averting his eyes from you.

James scowled. "He was."

"And how would you know, Remus? You haven't picked your head up in hours. It's a party!"

"Don't need to pick my head up. You're infatuated."

"Grow up," Sirius said.

"Take your own advice. Couldn't you fancy literally anybody else?" James said testily, circling his glass, drink teasing the rim.

"I don't fancy he- hi, Y/N!"

You smiled softly as you approached, glancing between each of the marauders in turn. "Evening, boys. How are you all? Sirius?" you asked, turning to face him head on. He melted under your eyes.

"Great, yeah, brilliant. How are you?"

You nodded, though you seemed a little unhappy. "I'm good."

"You sure, princess?"

James made a sound like he was being choked. Sirius ignored this, giving you a reassuring smile.

You sat down heavily on the sofa armchair beside him. "Tired. What about you, Remus?"

Remus smiled and looked up from his book, finally. "Great."

"Oh, good," you leaned into the sofa, your arm at Sirius' shoulder. "Jamesie?"

"I'm fine, you harlot. What's wrong with you, anyways?"

"Nothing!" you protested, fingers running along the fabric of Sirius' shirt, tracing the creases.

"Boy troubles?" Sirius asked quietly, trying to contain a shiver at the feeling of your fingertips on his soft shirt. You snorted, scratching his arm with your nail delicately.

"No. Lack of boy troubles, probably... Sorry, James, you don't want to hear it."

"I absolutely don't," he agreed.

"I do. Let's hear it," Sirius said, ignoring Remus' pointed you will hurt your own feelings glance.

"I just… I thought maybe Ben would come tonight," Ben was your on again, off again fling.

"There's still time, it's early," Sirius said.

You picked at a stray thread on his shoulder. "I don't know, it's stupid. I don't know if I actually want him to come. There doesn't seem to be much of anything between us these days."

"Good!" James said happily, sipping at his beer. "Fuck that guy."

"James," Remus scolded.

"What? He's an arse. You can do better, dearest sister. After you get me another beer," James said impishly.

You groaned, using Sirius' shoulder to climb up from your perch.

"You don't have to do that, Y/N," Sirius said.

You shrugged. "I want one myself anyways. Thanks, guys," you said, making for the drinks table.

“I can’t believe you fancy my little sister.”

“I don’t, Prongs. For fucks sake.”

Remus laughed quietly to himself. Sirius frowned. “Fuck you too, Moony.”

“‘You sure, princess?’ Oh, I could just projectile vomit where I stand,” James imitated his friend, before dramatically keeling over.

“You’re sitting,” Remus said, laughing loudly now.

“Pads understood the sentiment.”

Sirius blessed his best mates with the bird, sinking down into the sofa in a sulk. He didn’t fancy you. He was attracted to you in the way people usually were - you were lovely, soft-skinned with shining hair, a vision in multicolour. He’d have thought not being attracted to you would’ve been the less believable situation.

“There’s no shame in being whipped for a woman. I myself have been whipped for women in the past, and continue to be whipped for a woman as we speak,” James babbled. “That being said, literally any other woman would do. She’s my sister, and you’re my brother, and that’s literally incest.”

Sirius wrinkled his nose in disgust. Remus responded in turn, moving his leg to dig his foot nastily into James’ side. “You freak. That’s hardly the reality here.”

“You’re vile,” Sirius said, though he was laughing, “and Remus is right. You’re delusional.”

“You’re delusional if you truly believe you’re not infatuated with her,” Remus said.

“Who’s side are you on?” Sirius asked, though he knew Remus was never on anybody's side - he was justly fair.

“Look! If you don’t like her, you won’t mind that her boyfriend’s here.”

James gestured over Sirius' shoulder. He whipped around, heart in his mouth, to see that Ben had in fact decided to come, and had commandeered your attention. You giggled at something he said, the sound a song, and it made his stomach roil.

“I’m indifferent,” Sirius said decidedly, though he couldn’t look away as you pressed your hand to your neck, grinning like a kid at Christmas. “I’m happy for her.”

“She doesn’t even like him these days,” Remus said encouragingly. “Go save her.”

“She doesn’t need saving,” James protested.

“Go steal her,” Remus amended.

“She’s not an object,” Sirius murmured, getting to his feet without thinking.

“And get my drink while you’re at it,” James called, as Sirius walked away, towards you, towards your tinkling laugh and sunny smile.

He found himself standing a half foot away from you and your not-boyfriend with nothing to say, floundering for words.

You threw him a rope instantly, eyes sliding to his. “Hey, Sirius. I forgot his drink, didn’t I?”

“He’s feeling spoiled today.”

You rolled your eyes. “Isn’t he always?”

“Only on days ending with Y,” he said. He winced as soon as it came out of his mouth, though you laughed like it was the funniest thing you’d ever heard.

“Oh, he’s the worst. Let him get his own drink and stay here with me,” you said, eyes bright.

Your not-boyfriend cleared his throat, looking at you expectantly. Sirius could feel himself about to say something rude when you said, “Ah, sorry, Ben. You’ll excuse us?” and pulled Sirius off to the drinks table.

He squeezed your hand in his, looking down at it between you both with something like wonder.

Oh, he thought to himself, I do fancy her.

“What are you drinking?” you asked him, stopped at the cider.

“I was thinking - you?” he asked, suddenly struck by a white-hot confidence, drawing strength from your lovely hand in his.

You grinned. “That could be arranged.”

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[luveline]

Congrats, my dear!! I'm so happy for you! You deserve much more followers! 💕 May I request a 🌾 boxing au with Remus? Ignore my ask if you aren't comfortable with this topic, don't worry! Much love!!

hi! sorry this is so late, i hope it’s okay, thank u for requesting!

"So," you drawled, kicking your legs where you balanced precariously on the rings wires, looking down at him with skepticism, "you punch people for money?"

Remus laughed to himself, tightening the wraps around his hands. "Sure do."

You peered down your nose at him.

"What, are you above it? You're here, same as me."

"It's my dad's gym," you said, shrugging.

"What would daddy say if he knew you were hanging around?"

You blushed and tried not to show it. "I go where I want."

"I can tell," he said.

You were unhappy with where this was going; you'd spotted Remus from the office and, bored, decided to flirt with him. He was handsome, rugged looking with a nice mouth. He seemed less than pleased with your attention.

You let yourself fall off the wires and onto the ring itself and then hopped off. On solid ground, Remus was taller, bigger looking, with a toned chest and muscled arms you couldn't help staring at.

You hadn't meant to annoy him, but you recognised that friendly banter didn't really work if you weren't friends, so you recalibrated.

"How long have you been…"

"Boxing?" he asked. When you nodded, he said, "not long. A year."

You gave him your most pragmatic smile. "That's longer than I've ever stuck to one thing."

"Yeah?" he said, sounding distracted.

He faced up to the bag. You knew, politely, it was time to back off. "Sorry, I'll let you go. See you around?"

"Sure thing," he said softly, smiling at you with his terribly pretty mouth all quirked up on one side.

You retreated to the office and watched his form through the lightly frosted glass. He was quick, sharp. Your mouth felt dry as sand, watching the punching bag flinch away from his fists.

-

"Mister Lupin!" you called happily. Remus was bent over by the ring, panting. You hadn't seen him for a week and worried he'd changed gym, but he'd finally turned up again today for a match. You'd watched from the sidelines, pretending you didn't want to talk his socks off.

"Alright, Y/N?" he said through heavy inhales.

You simpered, pleased he knew your name and wanted to use it. "I'm just fine. How are you?"

"Brilliant," he said. It was difficult to hear him, the room was teeming with people, two guys in the ring for a casual practice, others all over the place, bookies off to the side sizing up for tonight's game.

"I worried you'd cheated on us."

He straightened out. You offered him your water bottle and he took it gratefully, nodding his thanks. "Now who'd by stupid enough to cheat on a pretty girl like you?"

You looked down at your hands. "Your type always says the same old things, you know?"

"My type?"

"Big dudes with scars and too much energy."

He inched closer to your side, not to intimidate you, more like a friendly approach. "I'm afraid my energy's limited."

"Doesn't seem like that in the ring."

His eyes scanned the room, stopping on the fight in the center of the room. When the boxer in red took a particularly hard hit, he winced in sympathy.

"I have chronic pain. Boxing makes me feel less useless."

You met his eyes. "You're not useless. You're good. I've seen you up there, Remus."

"I'm getting better. You staying for tonight's?" he asked, tipping his head towards the ring.

"I'll be there,"

Remus nodded. "Good."

The gym moved around you - never a dull moment, here. People were swearing, kids sitting in the corner doing their homework or at least pretending too whilst their parents boxed or betted or trained. This was the one place where you’d see someone like Remus and someone like yourself standing together and wouldn’t bat an eyelash.

"Remus?" you asked hesitantly.

"What?"

"Isn't it counterproductive to be a boxer with chronic pain? Doesn't it…make it worse?"

He smiled. "Sometimes it does. I don't think I could explain why I do it. Maybe all the same reasons other people fight."

"Pent up rage and aggression?"

"Exactly," he said, laughing. "Super pent up."

"There's other ways to let off steam," you said, purposefully ignoring his gaze.

He made a soft sound, like he was swallowing and coughing at once. "See you tonight, Y/N," he said in farewell, amusement colouring his voice.

-

Remus took a hit so hard you could tell when the skin over his eye split, the blood dripping fast and dark into his lashes. To his credit he never slowed, bringing his hands back up to defend. People were cheering, booing, screaming, laughing - to your right, a group of young men were yelling "Moony!" at the top of their lungs, one continuing with, "Moony you idiot, watch your left!"

That felt like cheating. Your eyes fell back on Remus' body, how he stalked forward. Suddenly, a man possessed, he'd struck. Once, twice, a third, to the opponent's chest. Finally he aimed higher up, and the other boxer was toppling to the ground, a similar trickle of blood pouring from his mouth.

You cheered, too loudly for someone who should've been a neutral party, bringing your fingers to your mouth in a proud wolf whistle.

When his opponent failed to stand up again, the referee held Remus’ fist high up in the air, his black gloves shining oil slick in the ring lights. The room erupted in congratulatory cheers.

Remus slunk under the wires, was clapped on the back by the group of young men and ragged around in half, manly hugs.

Your eyes widened as he walked towards you, gloves pulled off, bandages being unwrapped rapidly.

"What's your rush?" you shouted at him to be heard over the noise.

"Walk with me?" he asked. You nodded and he continued to the changing rooms with you trailing behind him, blood still pounding from the excitement. Remus was red in the face from his victory, bandages trailing down onto the ground once he'd disentangled them.

“I’ll clean it for you.”

“In a second,” he said, swinging his locker open to throw his gloves inside.

"Still pent up?" you asked him, leaning next to his open locker.

"I knew you'd say that," he said. His hands were bare now, clammy as he pressed them to your face, pushing your shoulders into the cold lockers with his elbows pressed into your sternum.

"What are we doing?" you asked him, though you knew.

"Letting off steam."

He leaned forward, mouth already open, to kiss you hotly. The back of your head dug into the locker, looking for room that wasn't there as he kissed you deeply, searchingly.

You broke out of his grip to swipe blood away from his eye. "You gonna do something stupid?"

He dragged a battered knuckle down the side of his face, achingly gentle. "Depends. Are you gonna let me?"

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[luveline]

Hello congratulations on 800!!! You're a fantastic writer you deserve it!! I don't have the little corn emoji but may I please request a drabble with Remus and he has to put his foot down and take care of you after you've been burning yourself out with work? I neeeeed me some remus tlc 💕

helllo! thank you so much! i hope this is alright x

“Hey, can we put this away now?” Remus asked you. He hoped that by using we you’d be more likely to agree, but no dice. It was like you hadn’t heard him, your gaze listless behind your paperwork. He tried again, “Dove, are you hearing me?”

You blinked. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I think it’s time you wrap up for the day. You’re tired, and I know you haven’t eaten,” Remus said, standing close to the tables edge.

You shook your head. “Five minutes, Remus. Just let me finish this and I’ll make dinner.”

He rolled his eyes. You certainly wouldn’t be making dinner tonight, and he didn’t want you to. He turned away from you at the kitchen table and set about making something for you to eat. Five minutes, he agreed to himself. Five minutes, and then you’d stop.

Five minutes rolled around fast. “Alright, let’s wrap it up,” he said. You looked at him owlishly.

“I- I haven’t finished. Just, I won’t be long Remus. Then we’ll have-“

“I’m making you dinner, don’t worry, but you said five minutes.”

You smiled at him guiltily. “Right, I’m sorry. I’ll get this done before dinner.”

Remus bit the inside of his cheek but conceded. He was getting more and more worried about you; you looked exhausted. When the food he’d made was ready to be plated he cleared his throat. You didn’t hear. He put his hand as gently as he could on your shoulder. “I’m gonna put this away now.”

You looked at his hand rather than his face. “What?”

“I’m going to put your work away, okay?” he repeated, watching your face carefully.

You were beginning to say no but he was already gathering up the papers as neatly as he could to keep them organised and you were so burned out that you let him, though you were frowning at him.

“Dove, we need to have a conversation about working too hard.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. It’s like you’re sleepwalking,” he said, putting your plate down in front of you.

You picked up your fork like it was a foreign object. “It needs to be done.”

“I promise you, it can wait.”

Your eyes cleared a little, staring down at your food. You didn’t make a move to eat it. Remus resisted the urge to take your knife and cut it into smaller pieces.

He moved his chair to be as close as he could to you and adjusted his tone to be firmer than before. "Y/N? You can't do this. Alright? It'll cause more harm than good."

You nodded.

“I’m serious.”

Your voice was hoarse when you answered, “I know, Remus. I’m sorry.”

He nudged you with his elbow. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to look after my girl, or I’ll look after her myself.”

He stabbed a crispy looking potato on his plate and offered it to you. You ate it obligingly, eyes crinkling in pleasure.

“That’s a nice one.”

He grinned smugly. “I’m a good cook.”

“The best cook,” you agreed. He knew you were buttering him up in the hopes of being fed again, so he succumbed to your will and offered you another.

The further you got into your meal the more life came back into your face, although he could see your eyes were growing tired. You’d blink yourself awake, take another mouthful. He went to the tap to fill up a big glass of water for you and found you half-asleep with your face in your hand. He rubbed your back fondly and thought, Jesus, she’s an idiot. I love her so much.

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[luveline]

🌾 with remus and reacting to an unexpected pregnancy with reader?? i’m really interested to see how you would write this 🥰

helloooo tried my best, hope it’s okay! thanks for your request <3

There was ultimately no point in lying to yourself, so you didn't bother. You'd always had irregular periods and had considered the absence of your own a stroke of luck if anything. You spent a few blissful weeks completely ignorant to the lack of period pains, and then one morning you woke up sick.

You stared into the toilet bowl with clammy hands and you knew. Well, you guessed, and then the test made it so you knew.

It was funny, really. Remus had commented only the other day that your tits were getting bigger (much more nicely than that). You'd thought him a big charmer, and laughed wetly at the memory, feeling overwhelmed as you sat on the closed lid of the toilet with the test clenched tightly in your fingers.

Oh, god, why did this have to happen? You knew why, obviously, you were irresponsible and had forgotten the potion one too many times, but still. Now you had to decide what to do, and that was never easy.

You weren't sure if you and Remus were ready to have a baby, and a terrible, insecure part of you worried that Remus wouldn't want a baby with you.

From downstairs you heard the front door opening. You flinched, shoving the positive test between the lid and your thigh. You still felt too sick to move. You wiped the nervous tears from your eyes and sniffed, rubbing your hands down your legs.

You waited for Remus to call up the stairs. "Love?"

"I'm-" your voice cracked. You winced and tried again. "I'm in the bathroom!"

"What's wrong?" he called, already climbing the stairs.

You frowned. You never lied to Remus - ever. You would have to tell him, and you'd have to tell him now, and the idea of it had a wave of fresh tears brimming. You shoved your face in your hands as the door cracked open.

"I'm fine," you said, before he could ask.

"Are you?" he asked. You felt him approach, relaxing under his warm hand on your back. "What's wrong, are you sick?"

You shook your head.

"Hey, come on," he said quietly. "Tell me what's wrong?"

The worry in his voice made you sob. You bent down as far as you could go until the backs of your hands were touching your thighs.

Remus ran his hand down your back. "Are you hurt? I'm getting kind of worried, Y/N. Throw me a bone here," he said, laughing weakly, voice clouded with worry.

You peeked through your fingers at him, lifting your head. He was crouched in front of you, looking at you with a concern that broke your heart. You pressed your hands to the base of your throat and took a deep breath.

"Sorry. I'm okay, I swear."

He reached out to clasp your forearm. "Is it cramps?"

You smiled ruefully. "I wish… I have something to tell you."

"Right."

"Please don't be mad," even as you said it you realised it was ludicrous, but you were scared.

"I won't be," he promised. His thumb was rubbing a semi circle over your pulse.

You shifted, using your free hand to pull the pregnancy test from under your leg. You held it in your closed fist for a heartbeat, before offering it to him, "I'm pregnant."

His hand fell away from your wrist. He took the test from you and stared down at the double pink lines. You bit your lip.

"This is why you're upset?" he asked.

"I'm not upset, I'm just…" you shook your head.

He hummed. He took your hand and pressed the pregnancy test between his hand and your own. "Listen, alright... Whatever you want to do is what I want to do. Okay?"

You exhaled. "You're not mad?"

"Why would I be? It's just as much my fault as yours."

"That's not true. I forgot to take the potion."

"And I didn't use protection. So there, we're square," he said. He looked into your eyes, face serious. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," you said, smiling to reassure him, though on the inside you weren’t as sure.

"Do you-" he cleared his throat, "want to have it?"

You hadn't really thought about it until he asked, too worried about what he would say. Now that he'd proven once again that he was exactly the man you'd thought him to be, you were conflicted. A warm feeling was blooming in your chest.

"I think maybe I do."

He grinned brilliantly. "You do?"

You blinked tears out of your eyes. "I - think so. We're forever, aren't we?"

"Forever," he repeated.

You grabbed his shoulders. He leaned into your arms, kissed the corner of your mouth and leaned his forehead against yours.

"I'm scared of choosing the wrong thing," you confessed, a whisper.

He pushed your face into his neck. "I love you," he said softly. "If you change your mind in a week, I'll still love you… and if you don't change your mind I'll love both of you."

Both of you. You wrapped an arm around his neck and let him gather you up in a brilliant hug, swaying you from side to side. You stretched your hand over your stomach, Remus hugging you so tightly you thought he might lift you from the ground. Both of you.

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[luveline]

Love! Congrats on your milestone! You deserve all the happiness and support in the world ;)

For the celebration :

🍄 request a drabble based on a song! please include the character too

So based on the song Heather by Conan Grey but from a different pov. So this character watches Sirius Black fall in love with the reader and sees them getting together and being happy. Now this character could be any of your OCs or Marlene or Mary. To sum it up the reader would be Heather. Fluffy ending please! I just wanna escape my life for a while and be happy.

Thank you!

hi, i hope this is okay! thank u for your request!

Sirius, James thought to himself selfishly, was due some good. With everything he'd gone through as a child and then worse as he'd gotten older, what had driven him to knock at James' door two years ago with a backpack of things and the clothes on his back - well, it had been awful, and Sirius had earned a reprieve. Or at least James was of the opinion. 

James watched Sirius watch you, withholding the urge to embarrass his friend by asking what he was looking at so intensely. 

Sirius' eyes softened at the corners, an unfamiliar smile finding its way onto his face. You were bright - not as lovely as his Lilykins, but close - and smiling earnestly, and Sirius was enchanted by you. Mesmerised by you. 

James could tell that he was trying very hard to find a reason to talk to you, and you were trying very hard to grab his attention. It was a cold winter night, the only warmth was the blazing woodfire in the middle of the garden. James and Sirius were enjoying the vague warmth of an acquaintance's kitchen, though the patio doors being swung open onto the patio did little to keep in any heat.

You were at the edge of the fire with a friend. 

"She looks cold," James said, concealing it with a terrible, fake cough. 

Sirius blinked, having been fully focused on you. "What?"

"She looks cold."

He blinked at James.

"You have a jumper," James added, jerking his head towards you. 

Sirius looked at you, looked at James again, looked at you and took a big breath. "Right."

James clapped him on the shoulder, and he set off through the doors. You looked up with poorly hidden delight.

He couldn't quite hear what Sirius said to you, but it was enough to make your friend find an excuse to leave and for you to smile with unbridled affection. A freezing gust of air breezed into the kitchen, and James watched as you shivered. It couldn't have been a more perfect set up, he thought, as Sirius pulled his jumper over his head and offered it to you. 

You took it in your hands, felt the fabric under your thumb, smiling down at it. It reminded James, sweetly, of how he and Lily had been at the end of their sixth year - shy, in love (finally in love), and happy to be so. 

You pulled the jumper over your head. James could see your mouth moving, something akin to how do I look? Sirius reached a tentative hand up to your neck and pulled the hair that was trapped under the neckline free tenderly.

"Perfect," Sirius said, resting his hand on your shoulder. You reached up to cover it with your own, eyes gooey. 

James finally looked away, scolding himself. That was too intimate a moment to be spying on. He peeked through the corner of his eye to find his friend had wrapped an arm around your shoulder where you were both facing the fire and talking quietly, looking much too pleased.

Fuck, it's cold, James thought, another freezing gale filling the kitchen. Neither of you looked as though you'd noticed. 

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[luveline]

Congrats on 800 followers lovie!! Could i request a headcanon 💐 for remus - like soft boyfriend remus & just stuff he does for his s/o :] bc that is all i want in my life

helloooo, thank you!

remus being your softie boyfriend would include:

him always drying your hair for you after a shower, careful not to burn you with the dryer

setting your pyjamas out at the end of the bed every night/morning

if you wear glasses he’s constantly cleaning them or putting them somewhere safe

he takes your make-up off when you fall asleep too soon, tentative and gentle so he doesn’t wake you up

he never wants to be separated, even if it’s only by the skin of your pinky finger or the rubber toe of his shoe against your own

if you aren’t touching, he’s watching you adoringly, unthinkingly - your mouth, your hands, taking note of every quirk

he likes to watch you do the small things, like painting your nails - which he convinces you to let him try

he loves to run his fingers down your arm, touch light, if only to watch you squirm, but usually it’s to watch as your eyes drift shut, sleepy from his ministrations

he would absolutely read aloud to you every night if it was what you wanted

he always kisses you goodnight

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[luveline]

congrats on 800 followers hon, you deserve it!! i wanted to ask if you could make a 💐 headcanon of how fred would act if he were in love with george's girlfriend! thaanks :)

thank you so much! okay so here's my take on that scenario :3

Fred would be hyperaware of you at all times, and would always keep at least a foot of space between you both

though he'd think about closing the gap often, and would shake himself at the thought

you were his brother's girlfriend - he would never make a move, but that didn't stop him thinking about it constantly

he daydreamed about you, silly things, like how you looked in the mornings when you woke up and the smile you'd give him over breakfast in bed. then he'd blink, and his ceiling would come back into focus

he would always make too much food so there was a reason for you to stay for dinner

his appetite would be ruined. he'd be sitting at the table with you both, and you'd reach for george's hand and the mouthful he'd just taken would turn to sand

he'd take brilliant care of your things if you lived in the flat above weasley's wizard wheezes with them, though he would lead you to believe it had been George who was doing it

it almost made it worse that George was his twin. sometimes he'd look at pictures of you both, and if he squinted his eyelashes closed just enough, he could see you and him instead

he would be shot through with guilt, finding it difficult to look at you sometimes

despite it all, he would be so lovely and kind and you'd always wonder if he liked you a little bit too much

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[luveline]

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 800 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨!

first things first: my warmest most heartfelt thank you to each and every one of you that follows me and reads my work, i couldn’t be more thankful to have you all here. this blog is a constant source of happiness in my life and i hope you’ll all stick around

to celebrate i thought i would open my ask box for the following things:

🌹 get to know me! ask me a question and i’ll see if i can answer it to the best of my ability

🌾 request a drabble! send me a request and i’ll write something under 1k for your chosen scenario

🍄 request a drabble based on a song! please include the character too

💐 request some headcannons! for example, how i think remus would take care of you while you’re sick

🌿 rec me a fic! it can be your own or somebody else’s and i’ll try and get around to reading it and hopefully share it on the blog for the rest of my followers

my masterlist | characters i write for | everything i write for this event is tagged as ‘heartshapedimagine’s 800 follower celebration’

the celebration is currently: closed

#heartshapedimagine’s 800 follower celebration #request #Drabble #pls be mildly patient with me #thank u all #remus lupin x reader

[luveline]

hello, j! congratulations on the milestone love, you deserve all of it <3

🌿i'm adding my favourite remus fluff fanfics of all time, because i love how well you've embodied his character. definitely expect a spam from me hehe

https://theweasleysredhair.tumblr.com/post/617856837872680960/lazy-mornings-and-burnt-breakfast-rl

https://pepper-up-potion.tumblr.com/post/654516603000684544/the-sunday-prophet-remus-lupin-x-gnreader

https://randomoutsiders.tumblr.com/post/654119359338496000/soft-dad-remus

https://nancybycrs.tumblr.com/post/646575384775770112/be-my-muse-rl [i love this piece so much :') ]

Anyway, i hope you enjoy these! Much love, xx

hellloooo ! thank you so much! and thank you for these recommendations! i enjoyed every single one and would recommend them to everyone, and you linked them so neatly which means i don’t have to so thank u, u have my heart!

#jade's asks #thank u my friend! #heartshapedimagine’s 800 follower celebration #recs

[luveline]

im going to close the celebration requests probably at Christmas Eve but will still work through them afterwards if i don’t get around to them before them, just an fyi

#heartshapedimagine’s 800 follower celebration #announcement

[luveline]

hello!! congrats on your 800 followers, love!!

for your celebration, 🌹 is there a book or a movie (or any piece of art) that somehow changed you as a person? 💌 - lu

so many things! i don’t want to babble so i think I’ll say the two most important which were: the perks of being a wallflower by stephen chbosky and heaven by mieko kawakami. both books are coming of age and dealing with mental health issues, which might come across as quite depressing but both of them helped me to see the good things in life and change how i live in the world!

also hi lu ily i hope the wedding stuff is going good!

#jade's asks #heartshapedimagine’s 800 follower celebration

[luveline]

Congrats on 800 love! You are so deserving! Sending you a 🌹to ask: what is one thing you absolutely love about your beautiful self? 💜

thank you so much! im so happy and so grateful to have so many people here!!

one thing that i love about myself is my smile, i think i look very cute when i smile with teeth, even though it looks silly on camera haha

#thank u val this is such a nice one #heartshapedimagine’s 800 follower celebration

[luveline]

🌹 Who is your favourite author?

hi!!!! okay so i think i would have to say leigh bardugo because i always read her new stuff when it comes out and have been a fan for a long time, but an honorable mention would go to stephen chbosky

#thank u val! #heartshapedimagine’s 800 follower celebration