David Thewlis

The Island of Dr Moreau - 1996

Part 4/4

David Thewlis - 1985

Radio Pictures - playing Jim Grams

4:07 am

you took a long drag from your cigarette as you gazed into the black sky. leaning out of a cramped, 3rd floor corridor window was not the most glamorous way of smoking, but you were so desperate you didn't care.

as much as you valued being in the order of the phoenix, the current headquarters (the house formally owned by the blacks) was a fucking nightmare. it reeked of death and woodworms, and there were creatures of all shapes and sizes hiding in crevices and cupboards. it was only just liveable and you'd been stuck living here here for weeks, but at least you could leave when you wanted to, unlike poor sirius.

offering to stay and help clean up headquarters over the summer seemed simple enough at the time, but it was hard work. when the kids went back to school, you'd go proper househunting. you'd graduated from hogwarts only this year, and needed somewhere to crash, so in exchange for a free room and food on the table, you'd agreed to help make the black house fit for living.

mrs weasley did not approve of your smoking habits, hence the uncomfortable leaning out of the window. besides, it was too late (or rather, early in the morning) to go outside.

"care to spare one?"

you jumped, hitting your head on the window.

"ow! fuck!"

you pulled out, still holding a half-finished cigarette, panting. remus lupin stood in front of you, his face apologetic. he was wearing brown cords and a baggy, sage green button up that was half untucked, and mismatched socks.

"apologies, y/n. didn't mean to startle you."

"cough next time or something, merlin." you placed a hand on your heart dramatically and fumbled with your packet of fags. "we won't both fit out the window so we'll just have to sit and smoke vaguely in the vicinity."

remus laughed and took the cigarette, his fingertips brushing yours. he sat opposite you on the stairwell, lazily using his wand to light his cigarette.

"didn't take you for a smoker." you said, after exhaling deeply.

"yes, well. you're not exactly the smoker type either." he replied, taking a long drag with a grateful expression.

"excuse me, the last time you saw me i had shitty box-dyed hair and a nose stud. I'm definitely the smoker type." you said in mock defence, referencing the year that remus had taught your defence against the dark arts lessons.

he chuckled, nodding. "that's true. you did look very different back then."

"man, i miss your classes. they were so chill. sorry i was always a nightmare and never handed in homework."

"i had worse students." he smirked, and you smacked him playfully. you both laughed.

you hadn't felt this relaxed in a while. after everything that happened last year, you'd felt wild and panicked for almost every waking moment. you believed harry, of course you did, and being close with the weasley's meant you knew all about the order, and joined as soon as you left school. maybe it would've been better if you didn't believe harry. you wouldn't feel so...panicked all the time. but you did, so that was that.

"what are you doing up so early anyway?" you asked, checking your watch and feeling a pang of guilt at the little '4:07' staring up at you.

remus nodded at the window. you looked up and saw the almost full moon.

"i can never sleep in the days beforehand."

"oooh." you replied in understanding. "i'm....i'm sorry you had to leave hogwarts because of it. that fucking sucked."

"i'm used to it." he shrugged.

"anytime you need cigs, i'm your person. any time. for free. no charge. it's the least i can do, like honestly i wouldn't have passed DADA if it weren't for you."

"i'll hold you to that." he grinned.

he gazed out the window, his eyes glazed and unfocused. he looked exhausted, but he wore it well. you supposed that was because he was rarely anything but. he looked soft, blurry around the edges, like a mirage, or as if he were painted with watercolour.

"d'you wanna know something kinda funny."

don't say it.

"mm?"

don't say it.

"i kinda..."

you're going to embarrass yourself.

"i used to have the biggest crush on you when you were at hogwarts."

remus didn't say anything, but smiled humbly.

"i get that a lot, actually."

"really?"

"you sound surprised." he grinned.

"what? no- i just mean...who will i have to battle for your heart?"

he laughed, and you found your face was growing warm. you don't know why you'd told him, it was very spur of the moment, but you were glad you did. it was nice to see him properly laugh.

"things have changed so much." you muttered, getting to the end of your cig. "i changed so much. probably for the better."

"things have changed- are changing." he agreed. "but i do hope you didn't stop liking me."

you properly blushed this time. "you mean that?"

he gazed at you, and leant forward to stub out his cigarette on the windowsill. he didn't lean back. his eyes were on you, full of something you'd never seen before. not lust, more like-

but before you could think of what it was more like, he pressed his lips to yours gently. his facial hair was rough against your skin as he kissed you deeper, his hand cupping your cheek.

he pulled away, still holding your face.

"was that...okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at your flustered face.

"y-yeah....but....maybe we should go somewhere more private." you chuckled, gesturing to the fact you were both slumped on the stairwell floor.

"good idea, hun." he pecked your lips. he stood up and helped you to your feet.

"my room?" you asked, kissing his scarred cheek.

"desperate for more, hm?" he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist. he kissed you again softly.

"you know it, old man."

Detention (Remus Lupin x Reader)

Summary: After catching (Y/N) passing notes in his class, he has to give her detention. It goes… a little differently than planned?

Word Count: 762

Pairing: Remus Lupin x FemReader

Warnings: Student and Teacher relationship. Tiny bit of language and some suggestive themes.

A/N: Planning on making a smutty part 2 if wanted but this part is pretty PG13. There just isnt enough about Professor Lupin 😂 Also I’m biased to Hufflepuff so that’s why that house specifically. -S

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A small smile played on (Y/N)’s lips while she scribbled a note. Her quill swished as she finished dotting her i’s and crossing her t’s. Satisfied with the sentiment she folded the parchment nearly and was prepared to hand it back to her housemate when the unthinkable occurred. (Y/N) watched in horror as the small piece of parchment floated from her desk and into Professor Lupin’s hand. Oh no! She was either going to die of embarrassment or be expelled or both. “Miss (Y/L/N), I’m taking this has nothing to do with Defense Against The Dark Arts?”

“No!” She croaked out, her voice breaking and face burning.

Remus has to admit he was shocked by the outburst. (Y/N) was typically one of his best student. She usually excelled academically and he never had to remind her to pay attention or hand in her homework. Judging by the sudden change in character and the look on her face, something was definitely off. “5 points from Hufflepuff and detention tonight after dinner.” Detention seemed a bit harsh to him (it was her first offense) but it was mostly about figuring out what was going on with his pupil. He was merely concerned.

(Y/N) just nodded and watched her professor shove the note in his pocket and resume his lesson. She found it just as hard to concentrate without passing notes. A sick feeling settled into her stomach and it didn’t ease as the day progressed. In fact, (Y/N) felt just as sick when she entered Professor Lupin’s classroom for the second time that day, “Professor?”

Remus looked up from the pile of parchment on his desk (curse Snape for that dreaded werewolf essay), the meek voice grabbing his attention. “Ah, (Y/N), have a seat.” He only grew more concerned as she silently took a seat. The more he observed her the more he took note she looked somewhat ill. “Do you need to go to the hospital wing?”

“No sir… I’m just…” She couldn’t find the words to explain herself so she just stopped.

It suddenly dawned on Remus that he hadn’t had a chance to read the note he had confiscated. He’d been caught up in teaching and by the next class he had pretty much forgotten about it. Maybe it held some clues to the odd behavior. Remus pulled the crumbled piece of parchment from his pocket and began to unravel the mystery.

Well this most certainly cleared things up. Remus was thankful that (Y/N) had her face buried in her hands, it was a bit difficult to read while keeping a neutral face. He was also grateful that he hadn’t read that note before now. It would’ve been quite difficult to get the pictures she was painting out of his mind all day. He thought several moments about his response, but every time he opened his mouth to speak he quickly shut it again.

Feeling just an ounce of bravery (the worst was over), (Y/N) picked her head up, “Am I going to be expelled?”

Remus chuckled slightly, having a crush on a professor was normal, of course sending a note to a friend explaining in graphic detail a fantasy she had about said Professor was a little less mundane. “You’re not going to be expelled. I will however warn you that this is highly inappropriate. I’m a teacher here and you are an underage student.”

“I know! I’m sorry! If it’s any consolation I’m not underage. I have a late birthday…” (Y/N) wasn’t sure where all the courage was coming from. She shouldn’t have bothered explaining herself; she should’ve just apologized and accepted that she wasn’t expelled and enjoyed that fact that she wasn’t on a train back to London.

Not underage? Remus wasn’t blind, she certainly didn’t look like a child but she was in her 7th year and that was relatively common. Still she was a student… that would be wrong. He was a terrible man for even letting such a thought cross his mind. Damn, all he could think about was that note though.

Sensing that perhaps she had made things even worse, (Y/N) piped up again. She was ready to get whatever punishment was hurled her way over with so she could go back to her dormitory and pretend she didn’t exist. “Professor? What is it that you’d like me to do?”

The statement came out much more coy that intended, but regardless it broke his resolve. Perhaps he blame his lapse in judgment on the upcoming full moon, “Seems like you already had some ideas.”

Read Part Two Here.

Teacher’s Pet (NSFW)

(Remus Lupin x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) wants to be a professor at Hogwarts. Dumbledore offers her a chance to intern and figure out what she wants to do… hopefully she’ll make it through the year.

Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x FemReader

Warnings: Smut, poor writing and potential OOCness, and probably language? Unprotected sex (as always wrap it before you tap it) 8k+ words, so buckle up

A/N: This is kind of a rewrite of the series, some stayed the same, a good bit was changed for the better I hope and I added a conclusion!

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(Y/N) had a feeling that this new endeavor would be hard, and really, she didn’t mind a challenge. But this was kind of ridiculous… She’d expressed desire to work at Hogwarts in her future, and Dumbledore had made it a personal mission to find a spot for her (on a trial basis for now). She had been an excellent student in the prior seven years, and she definitely had the marks to do whatever she wanted. Dumbledore thought it’d be best to have her on for a year, helping in different areas to see if there was anything she enjoyed and could study further. Or maybe she’d end up deciding there was a completely different career path. In his words: You never know until you try. Only a week in and (Y/N) was leaning towards anything other than whatever she was doing. 

(Y/N) took a deep breath and picked up her head. She could do this, at least her favorite class was next. DADA had been her favorite class as a student and now that she was aiding, it still hit all the marks for her. Professor Lupin was a great teacher, and she really enjoyed his teaching, sure she knew all the material, but all of his students seemed to enjoy him, and she hoped if she ever had the chance to be in his shoes, she’d be able to engage her students the same way. Walking into his classroom there were no students yet, but she was still supposed to be there about 30 minutes ago (it really sucked that there was no apparating within Hogwarts), “Sorry I’m late! Professor Snape asked me to reorganize his personal storeroom before I left.” 

Remus offered her an understanding smile. Hopefully it would be somewhat of a consolation to know that she hadn’t been missing anything important, "I didn’t really have anything for you to do until class started anyhow.” 

(Y/N) didn’t want to admit it, but she was a little glad that she had a moment to relax. If only just to get off her feet for just a moment, and without thinking much about it she leaned against Professor Lupin’s desk, an act she would’ve never been so bold to do as a student. “You sure you don’t need me?” 

I swear David Thewlis has the most contagious smile! 😊

I honestly don’t know how the cameras survived filming this scene….I mean David Thewlis, Gary Oldman, and Alan Rickman together in the same room?! The pure sexiness radiating from this room was probably unbelievably overpowering. 

bucket list | r. lupin

part one: risky place

summary — your professor finds your (sex) bucket list. he’s intent on helping you check every item off the list.

warnings — reader is of age, park sex (late at night lol), pretty much tipsy sex, thigh riding, light daddy kink, pet names, mentions of anal and lots of dirty stuff.

word count — 2.0k

author’s note — am i mourning my dog and coping with it by being a whore? who would’ve thought

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Of fucking course shit like this would happen to you. 

It was harmless— at first— you didn’t mean for it to get lost in the bottom of your book-bag, nor for it to get lost at any point.

You had done it with your friends a few months ago, a drunken night full of giggles and dumb actions as you scribbled a bucket list for the year, more specifically, a sex bucket list.