wolfstarplusharry

[wolfstarplusharry]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

[wolfstarplusharry]

— CALM AFTER THE STORM

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: the 4 times you hate each other, and the one time you don’t. alternatively, remus lupin is a pain in your arse and yours alone.

warnings: enemies to lovers, swearing, kissing, mention of blood and wounds, some bad writing as always which is unedited

author’s note: just a little e2l fic for my own indulgence as its my fave trope and its criminal how i barely have any e2l fics… also haven’t written anything in ages soooo enjoy!

when he just has to be controversial

The sun was beaming, colourful rays reflecting over your book through the stained-glass windows of the Gryffindor common room as you lounged on the sofa with your head in Lily’s lap. You were barely paying attention to the chatter of your friends around you, choosing to focus on your copy of ‘The Catcher in the Rye’ and Marlene’s soft guitar playing. The lazy afternoon is a welcome break from the increasingly stressful N.E.W.T lessons that have had you all so exhausted, you’re not sure if Peter is asleep or dead from his curled-up position on the rug.

You don’t even realise someone is saying your name until Marlene tickles the sole of your socked foot with her guitar pick, making you yelp and draw your legs in from where they were previously tucked in between Marlene and her guitar.

“What was that for?” you grumble, nudging her arm with your foot.

Marlene smirks, nodding over to James. “He told me to get your attention. Didn’t specify how.”

You roll your eyes and turn on your side to face the boy in question, his grin unfaltering as he multitasks polishing the handle of his broomstick and talking to you. “Not my fault you’re dead to the world when you’re reading,” he says, matter-of-fact, continuing when you raise your eyebrows in impatience. “I was just wondering how you could look so interested in that book. Remus said he’d do my homework for a month if I finished it the other day and I couldn’t get past five arse-numbingly dull pages.”

You scoff, adjusting your position again to face Remus as well. “And why was Remus betting you to read my book, exactly?”

“It was my copy,” Remus replies, scribbling away on his parchment, cross legged on his chair, to undoubtedly finish the Potions essay that Slughorn had set yesterday. You’re transfixed on the way his hand is moving across the page for a second, unable to fathom how someone can have such messy handwriting. You aren’t surprised in the slightest that the next words coming out of his mouth are ones you disagree with. “I wanted to see how long he lasted reading the slowest-paced book in the world.”

You abruptly sit up at this, shutting your book and forgetting plans of relaxation.

“Hey, watch it!” Lily exclaims, lifting the bottle of black polish she’s using to paint Sirius’ nails from its balanced position on her thigh to avoid you spilling it all over her white top. “If you’re about to argue, please refrain from throwing things until after I’ve done the second coat of nail polish.”

You pointedly ignore this and narrow your eyes at Remus who, infuriatingly, still hasn’t lifted his head from his essay. “I’m surprised you found it hard to read such a slow book. Thought that’d be perfect for you.”

“Look what you’ve started, Prongs,” Sirius sighs, examining his nails.

Seeing the corners of Remus’ lips pull up into a slight smile at your comment just spurs you on in defence of the book you were previously enjoying. “Besides, it’s about a real-life teenager with real-life struggles, not The Hobbit on his latest adventure.”

“Who’s Hobbit?” James mumbles, scratching his head in confusion as Marlene just shrugs, equally oblivious.

“It’s overrated,” Remus insists, finally setting down his quill to look at you. The amused expression still hasn’t left his face and you make a noise halfway between a scoff and a high-pitched squeal of indignance. “Even James agrees.”

“Oh, and James’ opinion on literature is the standard now?” You raise a brow, tutting when James starts to protest. “The only book James has finished in the last six years was Quidditch Through the Ages.”

The way James slowly slides the aforementioned book under one of the sofa cushions doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone. Sirius starts snickering, much to Lily’s annoyance as she tries to control his hand. “She got you there, in fairness, mate.”

Sirius’ chortling seems to stir Peter from his sleep and he opens one eye to peer at you. Seeming to catch sight of your irritated expression, he frowns. “Are these two arguing like an old married couple again?”

“Merlin help us if these two ever decide to get married,” Marlene utters under her breath, bent over her guitar and avoiding the weight of your glare.

“Yeah, he wishes,” you grumble, shuffling around on the sofa to get back into a comfortable position with your book. Remus’ smile has only widened in response and he seems to enjoy your discomfort as you overcompensate for showing your annoyance by wriggling about.

“I dream about it every night,” Remus replies, dryly and Peter giggles below you before turning over to sleep again.  

You overcompensate a little too much by moving around, because Lily huffs from beside you and starts scrambling around for a tissue. “What did I say about the second coat?”

“I didn’t throw anything this time!”

2. when he won’t let you give someone a black eye

Defence Against the Dark Arts is your favourite N.E.W.T subject for a lot of reasons. You enjoy the lesson content, it’ll be useful in future years, and it’s the one lesson you share with every single one of your friends.

You’ve gotten used to James and Sirius messing around while Professor Marigold recites fact after fact about spells and creatures and wizards of dark nature. Its like soothing background noise to you and your classmates who all concentrate in silence most of the time.

Which is why your quill stops on your page and leaves a growing ink blot when you hear snickering and whispers from the other side of the classroom rather than from in front of you where the marauders sit in a line.

The scoffs of disgust coming from Snape and Mulciber are loud enough to attract the attention of the rest of the students and even the teacher, who eventually sets down her piece of chalk in the middle of talking about Wolfsbane potion with an impatient sigh.

“Is there some sort of pressing issue that can’t wait until after class to discuss, boys?” Professor Marigold asks with a tone of ire that would impress Professor McGonagall. “Even Black and Potter have decided to give it a rest today.”

She’s not wrong, you think, noting how they’ve been less disruptive than usual for this lesson, probably tired out from setting each other’s robes on fire in Charms the hour before.

“The pressing issue is werewolves,” Snape mutters quietly, as though he doesn’t want to make a big issue but can’t stop himself from speaking up. “We should be learning more about how to kill them and less about the price of potion ingredients.”

Lily gasps from beside you and Sirius and James tense up at his words. Remus doesn’t lift his head, but you absently notice how his grip tightens around his quill when Peter nervously turns to him. Peter isn’t one for conflict and he’s always been nervous around this particular group of Slytherins, so you’re not surprised he’s anxious.

“Werewolves are still people, you can’t just go around killing them!” you find your mouth moving on its own, before your brain can catch up. When Snape turns to direct his scowl at you, its matched by your own as well as Lily’s disappointed frown. “They didn’t ask to be werewolves, they physically can’t help it! How would you feel if people wanted to kill you for not being able to control being such an arse.”

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor Marigold warns, setting her stern eyes on you. You’re not one for disrupting lessons or getting into trouble, so when Remus turns around to look at you with a raised eyebrow, your cheeks start to warm and you stubbornly don’t look his way again.

Snape ignores her to continue glaring at you. “I don’t have the capacity to kill people in a feral rage now, do I?” His gaze flits from you to Lily and Marlene and then lingers on the boys. “Of course, you’re defending werewolves. It’s no surprise considering who you choose to associate yourself with.”

“Mr Snape.”

“You have no need to fly into a feral rage to kill people,” you reply, voice steadily rising in volume. Sirius and James turn their heads back and forth like they’re watching a tennis match and you know the only reason they haven’t piped up to agree with you is because they’re too entertained watching the way you’re about to jump out of your seat to pounce on Snape. “All you need to do is show someone your face for them to die of fright–”

“ENOUGH!” Professor Marigold’s booming voice cuts through the laughter of everyone on the Gryffindor side of the classroom and when you turn to look at her, you see even Remus’ shoulders are shaking with silent laughter. You’re not sure why this pleases you, but it doesn’t last long enough for you to figure it out before Marigold waves her wand in the direction of the door and sends it flying open. “Both of you will wait for me outside the classroom until the lesson has finished so I can discuss your appalling behaviour.”

You gape at her for a second, before relenting and grabbing your bag, not wanting to argue with her authority. Your friends have different ideas.

“That’s not fair!” Marlene exclaims, standing up in protest. “She didn’t even do anything wrong.”

“Yeah,” James agrees, also standing up. “Snape’s the one who was being an annoying pri–”

“Sit down, everyone,” Marigold cuts him off, pursing her lips. “Everyone except Mr Snape and Miss Y/L/N. Do not even think about speaking Mr Black, or I won’t hesitate to suspend your and Mr Potter’s Quidditch privileges until further notice.”

Sirius shuts his mouth after a nudge from James and you shoot your friends a grateful smile before making your way out of the classroom, followed closely by Snape.

The door shuts behind him and you don’t bother sparing him a glance before dumping your bag on the ground and leaning against a wall to focus your gaze on a suit of armour for the next five minutes. You’re about half a minute in when you notice that one of the hands are slightly wonky and the classroom door suddenly opens.

Remus, of all people, enters the hallway to join the two of you and quickly shuts the door.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, furrowing your brows and getting up from against the wall.

“Yeah, what are you doing here?” Snape sneers at him, and you give him a scathing look before turning to Remus for an answer.

Remus pointedly ignores him to stand next to you against the brick wall. “I just pointed out to Professor Marigold that you both have your wands and she may not have two students left out here by the end of the lesson.”

“I can defend myself,” you snort, folding your arms. You aren’t sure if you’re annoyed that Remus is insinuating otherwise, or if you’re touched that he doesn’t want you to be hexed into oblivion by Snape. “Especially from him.”

“Oh, I know,” Remus raises both hands in surrender as his tone becomes grave. “It’s not you I’m worried about, trouble.”

“Ha ha,” you deadpan, rolling your eyes at the nickname. He started it around a year ago when you got your first ever detention for helping Sirius and James Charm the Slytherin chairs to throw them off every time someone sat. Your friends had kept quiet about your involvement, but Peeves had spotted you, the nosy bastard. The nickname stemmed from the fact it was the first time you had ever gotten into trouble and it never failed to irritate you. “You better be careful I don’t hex you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of annoying you,” he says, but the serious tone of voice is ruined by the way his lips are twitching in an attempt not to laugh at you. “After what happened when I said I didn’t like that one Jane Austen book? Forget it.”

“Hey, you insulted one of my favourite characters,” you point out, resting a hand on your hip. “What did Emma ever do to you? You had that hex coming.”

“I had pink hair for a week,” Remus narrows his eyes at you, but you can tell he isn’t really angry. Although he refuses to admit it, you know for a fact he didn’t hate the pink hair considering how good he looked with it. An annoying indiscretion on your part. Remus looks behind you for a split second before leaning in a little to whisper. “I won’t get in the way if you want to turn Snape’s hair pink, though. Preferably a very bright shade of flaming, hot pink.”

At risk of your own cheeks flaming up from how close he is – really, what’s the need? – you shake your head let your hair fall into your face. Almost having forgotten Snape is also there, you start when he scoffs (for what you think is the millionth time this afternoon) and you sigh before facing him begrudgingly. “What now?”

“Couldn’t handle the content of today’s lesson?” he asks, tiling his head. You’re about to ask him what the hell he’s talking about before you realise, he isn’t actually talking to you, but to the boy behind you.

“Uh…” you trail off, not sure how to respond. All three of you currently standing in the corridor know that Remus is smart enough to tackle any type of content, especially something as memorable and interesting as werewolves.

Remus’ amused demeanour has been wiped away and you can’t determine his exact expression, but his voice is cold when he talks to you. “Just ignore him.”

“You and your group of friends can’t help themselves when it comes to defending strays and all sorts,” Snape continues, much to your confusion. “It’s not enough that you’re a group full of blood-traitors and mudbloods…”

Remus tenses up behind you and you find yourself frozen for a second.

The next thing you know, you’re lunging at the greasy-haired Slytherin with every intention of hurting his face with your fists, wand long forgotten. Your fingers barely brush his robes, however, when you feel yourself being hauled back by strong arms that wrap around your middle.

“Let go!” you snarl, enjoying the way Snape has backed away, eyes wide and worried. “Did you hear what he said? Remus, let me go.”

He doesn’t relent, still holding onto you when he leans down to speak in your ear. “You’ve already gotten into trouble. You’ll get into a whole lot more when everyone walks out to see Snape with a black eye and you with bruised knuckles.”

“Worth it,” you grit out, still pulling away from his grip and throwing daggers with your eyes at Snape. After a few more seconds of pointless struggling, you relax very slightly just to turn in his arms so you can direct your next words to him more pointedly. “Not only is he a slimy, blood-supremacist twat, but he also wants to kill a poor bunch of werewolves. We should be throwing him into the bloody Black Lake!”

“I know, I-” Remus is cut off when the door opens and students start flooding into the corridor to provide a barrier between you and Snape, indicating the end of the lesson. Remus finally lets you go when he realises you’re in direct view of Professor Marigold who stands behind her desk, waiting for you. “I had no idea you were such an advocate for werewolves.”

It’s the last thing you expected him to say and you immediately look up at him and frown. “Again, they’re people. They don’t deserve to be victims of prejudice just as no one does.” He doesn’t respond, staring at you with an unreadable expression and a hint of a smile. Your frown deepens in confusion. Was he… laughing at you? Especially after you had just gotten along. “I’m so glad you find me amusing,” you say, scowling and storming back into the classroom and away from Remus.

3. when he's too good for flower crowns.

“Tell it again,” James insists, grin wide as ever plastered onto his face despite the withering look you send his way. “Getting a glimpse at even the possibility of Snivellus getting pummelled by Y/N would have made my entire year.”

“The galleons I’d give up to have been there,” Sirius releases a wistful sigh, closing his eyes as he lies down, facing the sun.

You hand him the daisy chain crown you just finished and he dutifully dons it. “I’ll alert the Ministry of Magic to order in a time-turner for an issue of utmost urgency,” you say sarcastically as you start on the next daisy chain. Sirius merely winks at you.

“I think you should’ve let her have at him, Remus,” Marlene states, unapologetic. You nod vehemently in agreement, a little too enthusiastically as you end up splitting a daisy down the middle.

Lily tuts, adjusting her own flower crown as it slips against her silky red hair. “I’m glad you didn’t. Godric knows what Professor Marigold would have done,” she shudders at the thought, ever the diligent student.

“Forget Marigold,” Peter chimes in. “Imagine what Professor McGonagall would have done.”

You don’t miss how he looks over his shoulder in case your head of house is taking a stroll along the grassy grounds.

“She would have combusted when you called him an ugly arse,” Remus pipes in, unhelpfully might you add, from where he sits slightly away from the group under a tree, reading.

The comment sends Marlene, Sirius and Peter into a fit of laughter – James is too busy staring at the way the sun is making Lily look ethereal and she’s too busy pretending not to notice while being secretly pleased. Doing a quick survey of your friends, you see everyone now has a flower crown except Remus. You make your way to the tree he’s resting against while the others chat, and sit yourself down with purpose.

Remus lowers his book very slightly to peer at you and your too-sweet smile. He raises a sceptical brow. “Should I be scared right now?”

You drop the fake smile and hold up your flower crown expectantly. “Everyone has one, but you.”

“How observant,” he says, setting his book down to look at you in mock astonishment. “Have the Aurors at the Ministry caught wind of you yet?”

“Don’t be a pain,” you groan, dropping it onto his open book. “I want everyone to wear one for the picture!”

Remus sighs, looking at the large camera over by your bag. You had saved up all summer to buy a magical camera to be able to take pictures of you and your friends in your final year at Hogwarts. The time you used your own muggle camera was a disaster of sparks and broken bits of plastic that took hours to mend. “I already agreed to your incessant picture-taking,” he reminds you, acting like it’s the most painful thing in the world. “The flower crown is not happening.”

“Fine, you miserable git,” you flick a handful of grass at him, sending him sputtering. “Now come and sit for the photo.”

You return to the group with Remus behind you and get everyone in position before hunting down someone to take the photo. Glancing around, you spot a close bunch of first-years and send Lily to use her Head Girl credentials (and warm and inviting personality, of course) to rope one of them into coming over.

“Okay, smile everyone,” you order, plopping down on the grass next to James. You elbow him in the ribs, not even having to look at him to know what he’s doing. “Stop looking at Lily and look at the camera.”

With a couple of mutterings and some nudging, the nervous first-year Hufflepuff girl shakily takes the picture and hurriedly hands you the camera in the middle of the picture sliding out of it. James and Sirius go back to playing with a golden Snitch while Peter watches, while Remus returns to his book.

Lily looks at the picture and coos over how cute everyone looks at the same time as Marlene complaining about her hair. You impatiently take the picture back to slide it into your photo album and something catches your eye.

Sirius is making a peace sign behind Remus’ head. His head that wears a flower crown.

4. when he bleeds out on you.

You’re not sure what time it is – either very late at night, or very early in the morning. You do know, however, that you want to finish your Herbology essay so you can enjoy tomorrow (or today) and cheer your friends on in the Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw Quidditch game. You only have the conclusion left and you’re confident it’ll be done in the next ten minutes.

If you can find your damned quill, that is. You could have sworn you had it ten minutes ago, just before you snuck down to the kitchens to persuade the house-elves to give you the strongest cup of coffee they could make. You take a quick sip and grimace at the lukewarm temperature before setting it down and getting up to search. After turning every sofa cushion upside down, you go to crouch behind the sofa.

You hear the door to the common room being swung open and the hushed voices of the Marauders enter, but you don’t take too much notice as you squint for your quill. It isn’t unusual for the boys to be roaming around the castle at odd hours of the night, but a hiss of pain grabs your attention at the same time you spot the quill.

“Can you guys manage taking him up to the-” Sirius cuts himself off when your face pops up from behind the sofa. He freezes in his efforts to hold up Remus, who you notice is leaning on him and James and Merlin’s balls he’s covered in blood.

“What the fuck happened to him?” Your voice comes out weak as you walk over to the boys. Remus has deep, bleeding slashes over his chest and an assortment of little cuts on his face and hands. He seems barely able to keep his eyes open but when his gaze meets yours, he winces. He isn’t the only one hurt and you realise Sirius’ arm is damp with blood and trembling, the same going for James’ thigh. “What the fuck happened to all of you, oh my God…?”

“Peter, you were supposed to keep watch,” James hisses at the boy who looks like a deer in headlights. He looks a lot better than the others, with only a couple of small cuts scattered around his face and arms.

“She was behind the sofa!”

James’ leg buckles and you snap out of your state of shock to dart forward and keep him steady. “Right. Shit, okay,” you breathe out, holding off asking any questions to prevent anyone from bleeding out. “James, Sirius, set Remus down on the sofa and take off his shirt. Peter, help these two up the stairs and go find a first-aid kit or something.”

“We’ve got a couple in the dorm,” Sirius says, summoning one of them down with a quick Accio and handing it to you. He hesitates for a second, probably unsure if he should stay and explain things, before deciding to turn in the direction of the stairs with James as Peter rushes to help them up. “Look after him, please. We’ll be right back, Moony.”

“Take your time, I’ve got him,” you utter, already fiddling with the first-aid box and trying to open it with shaky hands. You’re no healer, but you know enough to panic when you see Remus has had his eyes closed for the last few seconds. “Remus, keep your eyes open!”

He groans, cracking one eye open to look at you. “I’m injured and bleeding out and you still manage to yell at me.”

“I wasn’t yelling,” you frown, unscrewing the bottle of dittany and scrambling for the cotton pads. You try to avoid Remus’ gaze because you feel extremely silly about being more panicked than him when he’s the one with claw marks down his chest. “Don’t move, or it’ll hurt.”

While dabbing the liquid onto the deep gashes in an attempt to close them up, you ponder on the fact that he probably knows it hurts from experience. You’re not completely clueless.

“What are you thinking?” Remus whispers in the stifling quiet of the common room, looking unsure.

You don’t cease in your movements, changing cotton pad after cotton pad. It takes you a minute to muster up the courage to meet Remus’ gaze again and this time he looks more nervous than you’ve ever seen him. “You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?”

Remus gives you an almost imperceptible nod, like he doesn’t want to admit to it. You take a deep breath.

“Who else knows?” you ask calmly, as if you’re asking him about the weather.

“The boys and Lily,” he admits, swallowing hard. “Oh, and Snape.”

“Snape?” you exclaim, halting your dabbing to gawp at Remus. “I’m not saying you had to tell me or anything, but Snape?”

 Remus winces and you don’t think it has anything to do with his injuries. “In my defence he found out on his own and hates me for it,” he rushes out. “And it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you… I-”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off, waving him off and wondering how good you’re hiding the fact you’re a little hurt. “You didn’t have to tell me.”

“No, I wanted to. I did,” Remus insists, looking earnest. There’s something in his voice that’s a little pained and desperate that has you meeting his eyes. “I just couldn’t have dealt with it if you started looking at me differently. The boys and Lily sometimes do, y’know? Like I’m made of glass or something. It’s refreshing whenever you scowl at me or call me an idiot or an arse or a stupid gi-”

“Okay,” you stop him, stifling a grin. “I get it!”

Remus’ eyes flash with relief for a second before you notice doubt start to creep in again. “You don’t need to hide it, by the way. I won’t hold it against you if… If you’re scared or disgusted, or-”

“What?” you cut him off again and scrunch your nose in confusion. “I’m not scared or disgusted. Why would you think that?”

“You’ve been a bit too calm,” he points out.

Rolling your eyes, you grab a bandage to start patching up the worst of the injuries before you move onto the minor cuts and bruises. “I didn’t want you to think I was freaking out, or looking at you differently,” you quote his own words to him with a pointed look, making him smile again. “I don’t, you know. Think of you any differently, I mean.”

His expression is unreadable as he just looks at you and you just look at him, bandage hovering over his chest before his fingers come up to brush the back of your hand. He lightly holds your hand, softly running his thumb over your knuckle as his voice drops to a whisper again. “Thank you.”

You offer him a gentle smile, holding his gaze for a second longer before focusing on bandaging him up again. His hand drops to the side and you oddly find yourself missing his warmth. The large bandage adheres to his skin and you run your fingers along the sides to stick them down, feeling him shudder under your touch.

You quickly busy yourself with looking for more supplies in the kit to hide the way your own breathing has increased slightly. “Hey, anyway, I almost walloped Snape right in the eye for you. If that wasn’t any indication of my standing on werewolves, I don’t know what is.”

“Ah, my knight in shining armour,” Remus chuckles before breaking into a wheeze as the muscles of his injured abdomen contract. “Fuck, don’t make me laugh.”

“Don’t laugh at me then!”

5. when you’re definitely not jealous… you’re not!

Three cups of coffee. You’re on three cups of coffee. It’s also the same number of hours you’ve slept and by Godric can you feel it in every inch of your body as the muted chatter of the Great Hall buzzes around you. Your head is in your hands as you contemplate stealing some Polyjuice potion and bribing a first-year to take a dose with your hair in it so you can go to bed and they can pretend to watch the Quidditch match.

You knock back the last sip of coffee when you sense a presence sliding onto the bench in front of you. Groggily setting the cup down, you see that its Remus. It takes a second to remember why this is concerning.

“Morning, h- Wait, what the hell are you doing out of bed?” you hiss, leaning forward to avoid anyone listening in. You scan your eyes over his chest, two seconds away from ripping his shirt off to check his bandages. “How are you even standing?”

“Relax, Florence Nightingale,” Remus says, rolling his eyes at your dramatics. He does his own quick sweep of the table and sees that most people are out in the Quidditch stands already, so he proceeds to pull the neckline of his shirt down slightly to reveal an already fading scar. No bleeding in sight. “I went to Madame Pomfrey with the boys this morning and she hurried up the process like she usually does. I feel achier than a 90-year-old woman with a metal hip, but the brunt of it is gone and Pads and Prongs are good as new.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, narrowing your eyes slightly. “If you’re sure you can sit out in the stands…”

“I can once I’ve consumed every cup of tea on the premises,” he says, reaching for the teapot. An annoyingly smug smirk starts to appear on his face while he pours. “What, are you worried about me, trouble?”

You scowl instantly. “No, I just don’t want you collapsing on me in the Quidditch stands while I’m cheering the boys on.”

“Right.” He hides his grin behind his cup of tea.

“Hey,” you mumble, nodding to Patricia Holloway who looks like she’s making a beeline to your table. More specifically, towards Remus. “Bright and cheery Hufflepuff incoming.”

“Merlin, it’s too early for this,” Remus whispers, taking another sip of tea before his face breaks out into a charming smile directed at the girl who slides into the empty seat next to him. “Morning, Patricia.”

“You look good today, Remus,” Patricia rests her elbow on the table and tilts her head to look at him with simpering eyes. It’s no secret Remus is good-looking and you’ve heard a million girls talk about him before. You’ve never seen any of them approach him yourself, though. You can’t say you enjoy it. “Are you… okay, Y/N?”

You didn’t realise you were scowling until she addresses you and you rapidly smooth out your expression, clearing your throat. Remus looks amused, which makes it harder to keep the scowl off your face. “Fine! I’m fine, just a bit confused since Remus looks half asleep,” you attempt a laugh through gritted teeth and are spurred on when Remus is actively trying to fight a grin. “And his hair currently makes him look like he’s been dragged through the Forbidden Forest.”

He can’t stop himself snorting at that, but Patricia just looks confused as though unsure how to react. She settles on a nervous little laugh, turning back to him. “I can fix that for you, here,” she says, scooting closer and starts to run her hands through Remus’ hair. You poke your cheek with your tongue, marvelling at how bold she’s being and how Remus is just sat there, still looking amused as ever. “There, what do you think?”

“A hairbrush couldn’t have done a better job,” you deadpan, softening your expression slightly when Patricia begins to look a little disconcerted. “You keep doing that, I’m going to head off to the Quidditch field.”

You all but storm out of the Great Hall, exhaustion having left you completely. It’s replaced by a newfound whirl of irritation that pools in your stomach and creeps up your throat, making you feel a little sick. It must be the coffee, you think, and you’re trying to remember if the beverage has ever made you experience this when all of a sudden there’s a hand circling your wrist.

“Stop, Y/N,” Remus says, a little breathless. You didn’t realise he’d run out after you and you feel bad about his injuries before your gaze snags on his newly tousled hair. “Godric, you walk fast.”

“I didn’t ask you to catch up to me,” you snap, purposely scowling this time. The cheeky bastard still looks amused and your irritation is growing faster than ever. “Besides, the match doesn’t start for another fifteen minutes. Plenty of time for Patricia to give you a whole new hairdo. Maybe she can give you plaits or– Why are you laughing.”

“You’re jealous,” he exhales with a smile, sounding positively delighted. Any feelings of concern have disappeared and are being rapidly replaced with wanting to thwack him upside the head. “Oh my God, you really are jealous.”

“Jealous, my arse,” you scoff, turning your back to him with every intention of speed walking out of the castle. His long legs keep up with you easily and he rushes in front of you to stop you going anywhere. You glare at him. “Leave me alone, Lupin.”

“Not until you admit that you’re jealous.” Remus is positively giddy with glee and you feel a flush of heat crawling up your neck. You set your jaw stubbornly and he’s incredulous as he shakes his head. “Merlin, you really have to argue with me on everything don’t you? I don’t care about Patricia Holloway and I’m glad you’re jealous. Means you’re less likely to break my nose when I kiss you.”

You barely get the chance to make an incoherent noise when Remus grabs you by the waist and presses his lips against yours, kissing you like he isn’t prepared to let you go anytime soon. His mouth slides hot and wet against your own and you gasp into the kiss when he nips lightly at your lip, your hands coming up to slide into his hair, making it unruly all over again.

Remus is the first to break apart, too soon, and you physically restrain yourself from chasing after his lips. He pulls back slightly, breathing fast to look into your eyes, searching for the answer you’re unable to speak yet.

“You… uh, I-I’m…” you trail off, dazed and breathless and head swirling with every emotion under the sun.

Remus laughs, pulling you impossibly close and leaving a soft kiss on your jaw, which doesn’t help your current speech issues. “If I knew that was all it took to shut you up, I’d have kissed you years ago.”

“Wha-!” You slap his arm, snapping out of the haze. You hide your current uncertainty behind a glare. It hit you like a ton of bricks, but you realised about five seconds into the kiss that you wanted Remus Lupin in every way, shape and form. You’re more than a little terrified, so what better defence mechanism than anger? “Why did you actually kiss me, you prick?”

“You are the densest, most clueless,” Remus begins, pausing to kiss you lightly a couple times when you start to scowl. “Most stubborn and most beautiful little witch I’ve ever known. And if you haven’t figured out after almost seven years that I love you, then I’m afraid we might have to admit you to St Mungo’s, because really-”

“Stop,” you whisper, lifting a finger to press against his lips, effectively silencing him. “You love me? You actually, seriously love me?”

He rolls his eyes and nods, like it’s obvious or something. You huff. “Then why have you been such an annoying pain in my bloody arse, Remus Lupin?!”

“Because,” he says, the word coming out muffled and you hastily remove your finger. “It was a good way to keep your attention. Plus, I like when you’re angry. It’s cute.”

You scowl without thinking and his smile impossibly widens.

“See?”

“Shut up and kiss me again,” you say dryly, pulling him in by the collar to give him a short, searing kiss. “Oh, and I guess I love you too.”

“So, no broken noses in my future?” Remus asks hopefully, softly sliding his nose against yours.

“No promises.”

© earthgirl616 2023.

[wolfstarplusharry]

so.... this is my first time writing here, and english is not my first language....... pls be gentle :) [Poly!Wolfstar X Reader]

Warnings: smutt, sub!Sirius

Part 1/Part 2

Sirius and Remus were hanging out in their dorm room with you. The three of you were in a polyamorous relationship. Remus was lounging on his bed with a book in hand whilst Sirius and you were on the floor, the latter painting the former’s nails.

"Don't move, Six".

Sirius laughed quietly, rolling his eyes a bit. “I know, I know, I won’t move my fingers until the nail polish dries. For the millionth time.”

"For the millionth time" I imitated him in an annoying voice "Just stay quiet, babe".

Sirius pouted, sticking out his bottom lip at you. He dramatically huffed before looking over towards Remus. “Moony, my dear. Would you believe the way our darling speaks to me?”.

Remus, who was pretending to be engrossed in his book, smirked slightly before replying, not looking up. “Well, you do have a habit of being annoying, Pads.”

Sirius gasped, feigning offense. He clutched a hand to his chest, his head dropping back dramatically, and he made a pained sound. Then he turned his gaze towards you with a wide-eyed, wounded expression. “See what I have to deal with here, love? You two are nothing but cruel to me!”.

Bit my inner lip trying to hide a laugh.

Sirius caught your stifled laugh and frowned at you. “You’re laughing at me too! My own partner and Moony are laughing at my suffering!”

Remus smirked over the top of his book, his eyes dancing with amusement. He still hadn’t looked up from the book. “Your suffering deserves it.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes theatrically. "Remus being mean makes me feel things."

Remus glanced up at you for just a moment, catching your expression, before looking back down as he tried to not smile.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, his pout melting away as his mind turned to…other things. “Oh yeah? What kinds of things?” There was a hint of mischief in his voice.

Raised my eyebrows "I won't tell you, you don't deserve it".

Sirius huffed, giving you a mildly affronted look. He tried to pout, but it was hard to keep on a frown when your expression was making his mind turn to…less innocent things. “Oh, come on! That’s not fair! You can’t just tease me like that!”.

"I'm not teasing you" chuckle "just.....displaying facts".

Sirius smirked and rolled his eyes, looking over towards Remus, who was watching the two of you with clear amusement. “Moony, love, please tell me you’re on my side here. Do I deserve to know what our wonderful partner finds arousing?”.

Remus chuckled and looked up, finally closing his book. Sirius’s question had piqued his interest, and his eyes flicked between the two of you. He smirked and bit his lip, deciding to side with you.

“Considering you’re the one who’s pinned down and having your nails painted, I’d say no. You probably don’t deserve it, Sirius.”

I rolled my eyes in delight.

Sirius looked between the two of you, pouting as he realized he was outnumbered in this situation. He let out an overdramatic whine in protest, tilting his head back against the bed and groaning. “Unjust! It’s all so unjust!”.

“Oh it is?” I pouted mischievously.

Sirius groaned again, his eyes falling closed as he slumped against the bed. His pout was adorable, his lower lip sticking out and his eyes opening to peer at you through his lashes. “Yes! It is! You’re all so mean to me!!” He whined, drawing the sentence out in a way that was both adorable and obnoxious.

Remus smiled at Sirius’ behavior and set his book to the side. He stood up, stretching slightly before walking over and sitting beside Sirius. He carded his hand through Sirius’s messy black hair, chuckling as Sirius let out a small huff.

Remus turned his head to look at you, his gaze playful. “Isn’t he adorable when he pouts?”.

I gave him a look “He's more than adorable” whispered to Remus.

Remus smirked and nodded at your words, his hand still buried in Sirius’s hair. Sirius huffed once more, but a pleased smile found its way to his lips. It was replaced by a look of mock-outrage a moment later, however.

Sirius looked at both of you with a feigned expression of offense. “Oh come now! You’re whispering secrets right in front of me!”

Laugh “And behind you!”.

Sirius gasped and sat up, twisting around so he could look at you. His expression was both feigned shock and genuine annoyance.

“It’s bad enough I’m being ganged up against, now you’re whispering secrets right in front of me?”

Remus chuckled, still sitting beside Sirius. He patted Sirius’s head. “Calm down, Pads. You’re being overdramatic.”

Remus’s comment made Sirius’s expression shift to exaggerated offense. “Excuse me?? Overdramatic??” He stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked down at Remus, his mouth set in a stubborn pout and his eyes narrowed. It was almost comical how offended he looked by Remus’s statement.

“You’re just determined to be mean to me as well, Moony?”.

“Please don't” I almost groaned in despair “I can cope with Sirius being mean, but not you Moony” I said playfully.

Remus chuckled and stood up, rolling his eyes at your words. He stepped a little closer, a smirk on his lips as he reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was light, teasing, as he spoke. “Oh? You can cope with Sirius but not me, love?”.

“I never could and still can't” I mumbled.

Remus chuckled once more, his hand still gently playing with the ends of your hair. He moved a little closer once more, his voice dropping. “Oh really now?”

Sirius huffed, moving so that he was standing beside the two of you. His arms were still crossed, but his expression was less offended and more of a pout as he watched the two of you. He tried to speak up. “Hey! Don’t ignore me!”.

I sighed loudly, but with an amused look on my face “See? He's so easy to read, isn't he?”.

Remus chuckled, a smirk dancing across his lips. He took a quick glance down at Sirius, a gleam of amusement in his eyes before speaking.

“Oh yes, almost too easy to read. Always know just what he’s thinking. It’s adorable, really.”

Sirius huffed, narrowing his eyes at both of you. He stuck out his bottom lip in another pout and let out a quiet whine.

“I’m right here, you know. Can you stop talking about me like I’m not this close to stomping my foot and throwing a tantrum.”

Laughed and looked at him with the corner of my eye “Like a kid?”.

Sirius protested once more, his pout growing even more pronounced. “I am not being like a kid!”.

Remus chuckled, clearly enjoying how easy it was to rile up Sirius. He reached out, giving Sirius a gentle pat on the shoulder. He smirked and gave you a knowing look. “But you are acting a bit like a child, Pads.”

Sirius huffed and crossed his arms once more. He looked between Remus and you, his pout shifting into an almost-glare.

“Am I not allowed to pout?? Is that against the rules or something?!”.

“Rem, the baby is getting upset.”

Remus chuckled and nodded in agreement, clearly trying to keep from laughing at Sirius’s increasingly grumpy expression. He smirked and spoke with feigned concern.

“Oh, you might be right. He’s getting a bit fussy, isn’t he?”

Sirius huffed again, his frown growing. His expression became more and more annoyed as Remus and you amusedly continued to tease him. He looked up at both of you, glaring.

“I am not fussy!! You’re both just being mean!”

“Yeah” Sighed “I kinda like it, you know” Bit my lip.

Remus smirked and nodded in agreement, turning to look at you with a smirk. He seemed to know where you were going with this and was clearly amused.

“I’m beginning to like it a bit, yes. I mean, he’s being absolutely adorable when he pouts like that, all grumpy.”

Sirius groaned, dropping onto the bed and burying his face in his hands. He let out another long whine, the sound somewhat strangled by his hands.

“You’re killing me here, the both of you are.”

I looked at Remus mischievously and approached Sirius cautiously. When i got close enough, I smacked him hard on the ass.

Sirius flinched, letting out a strangled noise somewhere between a gasp and a stifled moan. His head jerked up as he looked over his shoulder at you, disbelief in his expression. This was quickly overshadowed by a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment

“Ouch! Why would you do that!”

“Badly raised children need to be punished.”

Sirius let out a strangled whining sound again, an expression of protest and offense on his face.

“I’m not badly raised! I’m perfectly well-behaved. You both are just being cruel!!”.

“Of course” I looked at him in a sinful way.

The look on your face stirred a mixture of excitement and protest in Sirius. He tried to pout once more, but his voice was a little breathless.

“You’re being cruel. Why do you have to look at me like that?”

I smiled “I'm not looking at you in any way, what are you talking about, silly?”

Sirius huffed once more, an expression of annoyance and offense on his face. He crossed his arms, trying to continue his protest though his mind was quickly becoming distracted by the look on your face.

“Oh come on. That look, the way you’re….”

His protest trailed off as he was unable to find the words to finish his sentence

“Hm?”

Sirius gave you a look as he tried to regain some of his composure. It was difficult though, the way you were looking at him made his mind spin.

“You’re looking at me like you want something.”

“Yeah? Like what?”.

Sirius paused a second, his mind spinning as his thoughts raced. A flush was slowly creeping across his cheeks. He finally found his voice, looking slightly flustered.

“Like you…want me.”

“Damn, you're so cocky.” 

Sirius chuckled, the sound a little breathless. He tried to remain defiant, though the look in his eyes was betraying him.

“Hey, who can blame me? I’d be pretty confident too if I had two stunning partners who were looking at me like that.”

Looked at Remus.

Remus chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement as he watched Sirius and you interact. He gave a slight shrug and smirked.

“I mean, he’s not wrong, darling.”

“Can you blame me? Look at him” I mumbled, feeling my cheeks flush.

Remus looked at Sirius, taking in his flushed cheeks and slightly breathless expression. He chuckled again, nodding in agreement.

“No, I can’t blame you one bit. And look at him, he’s practically begging.”

“Pathetically.”

Sirius let out a whine and opened his mouth as he was about to protest, but stopped himself. Remus was right, he was desperate already. His mind was spinning already, and you’d barely touched him yet. He whined again, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“Please….”

The word was a soft plea, the sound somewhat pathetic as he dropped his gaze down. He glanced up at you for another moment before looking over to Remus as well. Both of you were watching him, clearly amused by his flustered, desperate state. It took all of his will power not to just crawl to your feet and beg.

My eyes widened softly “I can't imagine what other people would think seeing you begging for attention, my love. Sirius Black, so powerful, so cocky, so full of himself, so gallant..... little girls wonder how many you've slept with.... “I pouted” can they imagine you like this? I don't think so.”

Sirius groaned at your words, letting out a huff of protest. You were right though, of course. You two were the only ones to see him like this. No one else got to see Sirius Black all desperate and pliant. He was so tempted to fight it, to get away from how flustered this was all making him. But it was useless. It was a losing battle.

“No…no, they can’t imagine it..”

Sirius closed his eyes, a mixture of embarrassment and stubbornness on his face. But it was pointless to keep fighting it, he knew you and Remus could see right through him. How desperate he was for you. He finally let out a sigh, giving up the last of his fight.

“Please…I need you..”

“But you deserve us?”

Sirius felt something spark in his mind at your question, a slight pang of insecurity and desperation running through him.

He let out a strangled sound before he spoke, the words a whispered plea. “I don’t deserve it at all…but gods do I want you so badly. I need you. Both of you. Please.”

I approached him, holding his face between my hands and looking straight into his eyes. “I love you, you know that, don't you?”

Sirius’s expression softened at your touch. He leaned into your hands, his eyes falling partly closed as he allowed the vulnerable expression to spread across his face

“I know…I love you too..”

He leaned up a bit, pressing a kiss to your hand before reluctantly moving back. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved this. He loved being teased and desperate, begging for your attention. It was something he would never show to anyone but you and Remus, though he’d die before ever admitting that out loud. Sirius would never admit to how much he loved being pushed around and teased like this, even though he knew you both knew. He let out a soft whine, a little pleading sound that escaped his lips without his permission.

“Please…Please don’t toy with me anymore. I’ll be good, I promise. I want you so badly.”

Sirius looked up at you, his eyes pleading. He was already so worked up, and you hadn’t even touched him yet. He’d give you anything right now, and you knew it. He’d kneel at your feet and give up control in a heartbeat, without a hint of shame. And you’d both seen him do it before.

I hugged him tightly, stroking his hair. “You've already won me over, puppy....... but what about him?” I glared at Remus out of the corner of my eye.

Sirius almost sagged against your touch, the sensation of you calling him a puppy and stroking his hair making something inside him melt. He looked over at Remus, waiting to see what his response would be. He was desperate and needy, and it wasn’t as though Remus was any better. He was probably aching for attention just as badly as Sirius.

Remus chuckled, his eyes on you and Sirius. He’d been watching the whole scene intently, trying to keep himself from joining in. He loved seeing Sirius worked up and needy, and loved it even more when the two of you were the cause.

He sat up, crossing one leg over the other as he smirked. “What do you think, love?”

Sirius turned to look at Remus, eyes pleading. He looked so adorable like this, desperate and needy as he leaned against you. He knew he looked helpless, and he also knew neither of you cared. He was desperate just to be touched, but he had more dignity than to beg in front of you. Usually, at least.

“Please…don’t ignore me, I’ll be a good boy, I promise.” He whined again, the desperate sound escaping him despite the hint of embarrassment in his voice

“You don't need to feel embarrassed, I don't want you to feel bad about this, ok?”

Sirius let out a shaky exhale at your words. He knew you were right, you and Remus would always make sure he was comfortable. But that didn’t change the fact that being teased and needy like this could sometimes be a little embarrassing.

“Yeah…yeah, I know. It’s just…I look pathetic like this, don’t I?”

I cupped his face and smiled gently. “No, you look perfect like this, even a little sinful.”

Another whine escaped Sirius’s lips, something needy and pleading. Being called “sinful” did something to him, and you knew it. His desperate neediness only grew as you continued speaking, leaving him nearly squirming in place. He leaned into your touch, almost nuzzling his face into your hand

“Please…please touch me…”

I moved away from him, sitting on Remus's lap.

Sirius let out a whine again, a slightly more frustrated sound. He nearly moved closer to you again, but he stopped himself, looking over at you both. Being ignored was always torturous, but he knew you wanted him to wait. He let out a soft huff as he watched, his expression full of the desperate need and pleading. Both of you knew how hard it was for him, not being able to touch either of you when he was this worked up

Remus chuckled at Sirius’s frustrated little huff, enjoying the tortured, pleading look in his eyes. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

“You look so cute when you’re like this, Pads. All desperate and eager.”

Sirius let out another whine at Remus’s words, knowing he was right. He looked between the two of you once more, nearly squirming as he watched you and Remus together. He loved being teased like this, but gods if it wasn’t torturous. He sat back on the bed, legs spread and hands clenched in the sheets as he tried to control himself. He was so desperate for something, anything at this point.

“Will you touch yourself?”.

Sirius’s breath hitched at your words, the sound becoming a strangled gasp as his eyes widened a little. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he was unable to form words. After a moment he let out a shaky breath, leaning back against the pillows. He took a moment to compose himself as he looked between you and Remus.

“I-I…you want me to…?”.

Remus chuckled, his chin still resting on your shoulder as he spoke. His smirk was wicked and teasing as he spoke, clearly enjoying watching Sirius’s reactions.

“Come now, Pads. You heard what she said. Don’t keep us waiting.”

Sirius let out a soft moan at Remus’s words, closing his eyes for a moment. He was both embarrassed and eager, but who was he to protest? He was desperate to obey, to do what he was told. Anything to get a scrap of attention from you.

“Y-yeah…yes, alright..”

Sirius let out another breath, opening his eyes as he tried to still his shaking hands. He looked at you and Remus, his expression full of need and desperate obedience. He was so worked up by this point, and it was taking all of his self-control not to touch himself without your permission. He knew you would make him beg for it, though.

Remus chuckled again, leaning back against the bed. He loved how desperate and obedient Sirius was like this, almost fully broken down. You and him both loved seeing the cocky, defiant man fall to his knees and become pliant and needy. It was addicting, making Sirius squirm and plead under your touch.

I got up from Remus's lap and walked over to the bedside table. I stroked Sirius's chest with my fingertips in the process. I opened the drawer and took out a leather collar with a silver lead.

Sirius let out a sharp exhale as you touched his chest, leaning into your touch. His eyes widened as he saw the collar you took out of the drawer, the desperation in his gaze growing. He bit his lip and looked up at you, his eyes full of eager anticipation.

“God, I love you so much” . I whispered to Sirius, as I knelt on his side of the bed, caressing his cheek lovingly.

Sirius leaned into your hand again, practically nuzzling into your touch. He let out a breath, the sound shaky and a little uneven. Gods, your touch was heavenly, and there was nowhere else he’d rather be right now than beneath your hands and at your mercy. He looked up at you with a look of desperate adoration in his eyes

“I love you too…gods, I love both of you so much..”

I put the collar gently around his neck, making it tight, but not so tight as to hinder his breathing.

Sirius let out another soft gasp as the collar closed around his neck. The sensation was familiar and comfortable, and he loved being collared. It sent another shiver through him, his mind beginning to fall even further into a pleasured haze. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, before looking up at you with a look that was both needy and obedient

I pulled the tab gently, making him sit on the bed and I lay down in front of him, my skirt riding up to my hips, showing my red knickers.

Sirius gasped as you pulled the tab, moving to sit in front of you as you pulled the collar. His gaze immediately fell to you, his eyes widening at the sight. He let out a moan as he caught sight of your skirt, unable to look away. He was torn between being a good boy and following your instructions, or just saying “screw it” and throwing himself on top of you. It was tempting, but you and Remus weren’t going to let him get away with it that easily.

Remus chuckled from behind him, watching Sirius as he struggled to hold himself back. From his point of view, he could see the way Sirius was looking at you, and he loved the sight. Sirius looked like was on the edge of giving in and just pouncing on you, though it was clear he knew he wasn’t allowed to do that yet.

Sirius continued watching you, a soft whine escaping his lips. He wanted nothing more than to just throw himself on top of you, but he was trying to stay in control. He’d never hear the end of it if he gave in and disobeyed. Instead he sat back as he looked at you with an expression of pleading and obedience, almost like a pet waiting to be told what to do

I pulled him closer by the collar, making him balance on top of me, our faces centimetres apart.

Sirius let out a gasp as you pulled him closer, his hands resting on either side of you to keep himself balanced. He couldn’t look away from you, his eyes full of desperate need and obedience. He leaned a little closer, his face only a couple inches away from yours. He desperately wanted to kiss you, but he was waiting to be told it was okay

"Six?".

Sirius let out a soft whine at the sound of his nickname, his heart fluttering at the use of it. He loved when you gave him a nickname, especially when he was like this. He leaned a little closer to you, just a breath apart. His voice was soft and pleading

“Yes, Love?”

“Do what you want with me”. Whispered in his lips and smiled devilishly.

Sirius nearly shuddered at your words, his eyes widening. You knew how desperate he was, and you’d just told him he could do what he wanted. He could feel desire running through him, his mind racing with all the things he was tempted to do. Before that, though, he had to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Anything? You’re sure?”

I nodded in agreement.

Sirius didn’t hesitate after that, a shiver running through him. You were giving him permission, truly giving him permission to do anything he wanted. He’d never been more turned on in his life. He gave you a smile full of mischief and desire, the look in his gaze practically feral as he looked at you.

“I can’t wait to have you all to myself, love…” he murmured, his tone practically a growl.

Sirius grabbed your hips as he spoke, pulling you a little closer. His hands were firm and steady, holding you in place as his eyes ran over you. He could hardly contain himself as he looked at you, thinking of all the things he was going to do. He was still somewhat self-restrained, but that restraint was quickly slipping away, especially when he remembered that there would be no consequences for his actions.

He looked at you, his gaze raking hungrily over you again, his breathing a little shaky as he tried to control himself. He couldn’t look away from you. Gods, he felt like a starved wolf and you were his prey. His hands held your hips a little more firmly as he held you against him, his thoughts running wild with all the things he was tempted to do to you right now.

Sirius couldn’t resist you any longer, his control gone. He lunged forward, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss that was messy and nearly feral. He held you tight, his hands still on your hips as he pressed his body against yours. He was desperate for your touch, and all the self-restraint he had was falling away.

He pulled away from the kiss for a moment, needing air. He took a moment to take in a few shaky breaths. You loved making him impatient and desperate, and he clearly looked that way now. His expression was somewhere between a smile and a smirk, a hint of mischief in his eyes. He leaned closer to you again, his lips against your neck as he spoke.

“You’re all mine…mine to do anything I want with…”

Sirius left a trail of kisses across your neck as he spoke, his voice low and possessive. He couldn’t hide the sound of desire in his voice, or the way his hands were already sneaking under your shirt. He was getting more impatient, wanting to run his hands over every inch of you.

“All yours”. Moaned softly.

Sirius bit down on your neck at your words, just hard enough to leave a mark. He gave a shiver at the sound of your moan, feeling impatient and possessive. He was going to leave marks all over you, and he wanted you to know that you were all his. He pulled your shirt up and off, one of his hands roaming your body in a possessive touch.

He looked down at you, his eyes running over your body as if trying to memorize the sight of you under him. He let out a low, hungry sound before leaning down and leaving a mark on your collarbone. He wanted everyone to see those marks, for everyone to know that you were his own. He couldn’t resist the urge to possessively claim you as his.

He continued making his way down your body, his touch possessive as he left a trail of marks. He was determined to leave you covered in them, so that you would always know who you belonged to. The need to claim you was nearly too much to bear. He looked up at you for a moment, the look in his eyes almost feral as he spoke.

“Mine…all mine love…you’re all mine…”

He went back to leaving marks on your chest, his hands continuing to wander as he went. He was a little rough, but also tender, determined to make you feel good as he claimed you. He wanted to leave you marked so that you’d think of him every time you looked in the mirror for the next several days.

Sirius finally pulled away to look at you once more, taking in the sight of the marks he’d left all over your body. He looked rather pleased with himself, and also far from satisfied. He wanted to claim every inch of you, to make sure you knew you were completely his own.

He reached out and gripped your chin, angling your face to look at him again. He met your gaze, the look in his eyes still a mixture of possessiveness and hunger. The sight of you marked and covered in his love bites was driving him mad, and he knew he wanted more.

He leaned closer again, his body covering yours. He was close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin, his lips almost brushing against yours as he spoke.

“Gods…you look so perfect like this, love. Covered in my marks. Knowing you’re all mine.”

Sirius shivered at your words, the pleading tone only adding fuel to the burning desire already there. He knew exactly what you meant and he was all too eager to deliver. He leaned down, his lips against your ear as he spoke.

“Mmm…with pleasure, love. I’ll make damn sure you remember who you belong to.”

He moved down and started leaving marks on your neck again, more on your shoulders and chest. His hands were roaming, his touch firm and possessive. The desire to claim you as his was growing stronger by the moment, and that possessive edge was getting harder to resist.

I opened my eyes and tilted my head back, looking for Remus.

Remus chuckled devilish, his voice full of amusement as he met your gaze.

“Already looking for me, love?”.

“Always”.

Remus chuckled again, leaning in once more to whisper in your ear.

“Don’t worry, love, I’ll give you my full attention soon. Just let Sirius take care of you for now.”

As he spoke, Sirius’s mouth continued to leave marks all over your neck and shoulders. He could smell your arousal, the scent filling his mind. He knew you were thinking about Remus, but he was determined you didn’t forget about him while he took care of you like this.

Sirius’s grip on your hip tightened as he listened to Remus’s voice, trying to hold onto his self-control. He knew you had mentioned Remus on purpose, and it was driving him wild. He bit down on your shoulder a little harder than he had before, his teeth almost leaving a bruise.

He pulled away for a moment, looking down at the mark he’d left. He almost looked proud, seeing the way the skin was red from his bite. He met your gaze, his lips pulled into a smirk. He looked slightly feral, almost as if he wanted to devour you whole.

Sirius’s eyes darkened at the sound of you whimpering, his smirk growing. He could hear the way your voice shook, and that submissive little sound was nearly his undoing. He leaned closer, his breath against your ear as he spoke in a low growl.

“Mmm…I love it when you make that sound, love. You sound so lovely when you beg.”

He couldn’t resist teasing you, wanting to push you closer to the edge. He knew how to do it well, knowing that his words had an effect on you. One hand left your hip, moving to rest on your thigh. He slid it up under your skirt as he continued speaking.

Sirius took a moment to admire the sight of you lying beneath him, marked and covered in his love bites. He could feel how eager and desperate you were, and he was only too happy to toy with that. His voice was a gentle murmur.

“You’re so gorgeous, love. It’d be too easy to just devour you.”

I laughed almost breathlessly “The big bad wolf here is Moony”.

Sirius let out a scoff, his smile growing at your statement. He knew what you were getting at, and he had to admit that it was fitting. He loved being compared to a wolf, especially now as he looked down at you, marked and covered in his love bites.

“What can I say, love? Big bad wolf wants to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

Sirius gave a low growl as he spoke, not trying to hide the possessiveness in his voice.

“Damn right…mine to mark, mine to play with, mine to devour…”

I gasped almost in despair at the possessiveness in his voice. The fabric of my knickers was completely soaked.

Sirius noticed the way you gasped, his smirk widening at the sound. He ran a hand up your thigh and beneath your skirt again, his fingers tracing along the damp fabric of your knickers. A low moan escaped his lips, his voice rough and possessive when he spoke again.

“Mmm…gods, love…you’re absolutely soaked, aren’t you? All this from some marks..”

He could feel the heat coming off of you as he spoke, feeling how desperately you wanted him. It was turning him on even more, making him want to just grab you and claim you as his own. He could hear Remus moving closer, and he knew he was watching the sight from behind them, enjoying the show.

Sirius glanced back at Remus for a moment, giving him a smirk before turning his attention back to you. He wanted to hear you say it out loud. He wanted to hear you begging and pleading.

“Tell me love…tell me how badly you want me to devour you right now…”

That sound of pleading in your voice only served to make the hunger in Sirius’s eyes only grow. He was already near the edge of resisting, his self-control nearly gone.

“Such a good girl for me…look at you, begging so desperately for me…you want me to devour you, don’t you? To mark every inch of your body so that everyone knows who you belong to?”.

I smiled mischievously and tugged on his collar, leaving him a little breathless “Behave yourself.”

There was an annoyed gasp from Sirius as the tug on his collar made him go a bit breathless. You could tell he was on the edge, struggling to control his more possessive and feral side. He let out a low growl, looking down at you as the hint of a smirk appeared at his lips.

“Mmm…you don’t want me to behave…you want me to claim you, love. To ruin you and make you mine.”

His voice was low and growly as he spoke, his patience wearing thin as he held himself back. He could see how smug you looked even now, clearly enjoying this. He wanted to grab you and just take you, make you beg and plead for him to make you his once more. But he knew you probably wouldn’t let him get away with it, and he’d been warned not to be disobedient.

He tried to stay quiet for a moment, struggling to keep his patience. His hands still held your hips, and his grip was firm, almost possessive. His eyes were fixed on yours, looking at the look of smugness in your expression. He couldn’t look away from it, and it only made his need to claim you even stronger.

“What do you want now?” I asked him mischievously.

Sirius couldn’t help but shiver at the mischievous tone in your voice. It was clear you knew exactly what effect you were having on him. He was almost frustrated, the way you were teasing him and playing with him. He wanted to just grab you, but he knew you probably wouldn’t like that. Instead he tried to keep himself calm as he spoke.

“You know what I want, love…I want you…I want to make you mine…I want to hear you beg for it.”

“Do you want me to beg?” I whispered to him.

That low, soft whisper in his ear made him shiver once again, his pulse racing. He wanted you to beg for him. He needed it desperately. He leaned closer, his voice a low growl as he spoke.

“Yes…gods…please, love…beg for me…beg for me to make you mine. I need to hear you say it. I need you to call out my name and plead for it.”

I looked at Remus once again, who was sitting just above my head, searching for an answer that I already knew.

Remus met your gaze, a smirk on his face. He knew exactly what you were trying to do, and he had no problem going along with it. The only person you’d have to convince was Sirius, who was still waiting for you to beg. His hands were on your hips, still gripping you possessively. His gaze was fixed on you, filled with a mixture of hunger and desire as he waited for you to speak.

Sirius was growing more and more impatient as he waited for you to speak. He could see that you were looking at Remus, and he knew it wasn’t just some random glance. He didn’t know what you were thinking, and that only made the hunger and desire even stronger.

“Love…please…don’t tease me. I need to hear you say it. I want to hear you beg for me…to beg for me to make you mine…”

He could almost feel a whine building in his throat, a desperate sound. He wanted so badly to hear you beg, it was so close to driving him completely feral. He was hanging onto every little reaction, every subtle hint. He was waiting to hear the words he craved to hear, praying you’d give up and beg for him to make you his once more.

He was struggling to hold back, trying to remain patient and submissive while he waited. Every little moment was making it harder and harder. You could see the struggle in his expression, the way his breathing had gotten heavier, more rough. He wanted you so badly, but he wasn’t going to make a move until you spoke.

“So?” I asked Remus, panting, feeling Sirius' grip on my hip almost painful.

Remus chuckled silently and met your gaze once more, a smirk on his face. He was enjoying watching you tease Sirius, and he knew how much it was driving him crazy. The possessiveness in Sirius’s hands was nearly painful, desperate and hungry as he waited for you to speak.

“Go on, love…beg for him. Just give in and give him what he wants.”