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managedmischiefs · 28 days ago

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The Secret's Out

poly!marauders x fem!reader

summary: When a familiar red panda keeps appearing during full moons and stolen afternoons, the Marauders can't help but feel like they're being watched. But when a single accident unravels the truth, they discover that their elusive companion is much closer to their hearts than they realized.

warnings: fluff, animagus secrecy, fluffy moments, slow-burn tension, unspoken feelings, hints of angst, fluffy ending. technically part of a blurb series but can be read alone

w/c: 5k (this was supposed to be a drabble)

a/n: flicker is so <3

part of my mini blurb series Flicker's Adventures

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You weren’t exactly proud of how long you’d kept it hidden.

It had started as an experiment—an idea that had tumbled into your head after one too many late-night discussions with Remus about Animagi. He always talked about it with a sort of reverence, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the spines of dusty library books, eyes distant with the flicker of moonlight. You’d been enchanted with the idea. A secret shape. A second self. Something you could slip into like water, effortless and soft.

But you’d never intended for it to become…this.

The first time you transformed, it was clumsy and half-formed. Paws that didn’t quite fit right, ears that twitched with every sound, like you were listening to the whole world all at once. You barely managed to change back, sprawled out in the underbrush of the Forbidden Forest with twigs stuck in your hair and dirt smeared across your cheeks. But it got easier. Night after night, you practiced alone, curling up at the base of trees or darting between shadows, soft and silent.

It was thrilling. Until it wasn’t.

Because the Marauders, for all their brilliance and their utter inability to mind their own business, had a knack for being everywhere you weren’t supposed to be. And it was only a matter of time before the encounters began.

They had been your best friends since fourth year, and over time, things had shifted, melted, molded into something beautiful and far more complicated. Sharing breakfast meant pressing soft kisses to sleepy cheeks. Studying in the library meant James playing with your hair while Sirius sprawled with his head in Remus’s lap. It was easy, and you loved them fiercely, just as fiercely as they loved you.

But you had secrets too.

The first time, it had been easy to avoid them. You’d been curled up in your Animagus form, nestled atop a low branch near the Black Lake. The sun had been warm, and you’d let yourself drift, tail flopped lazily over the edge like a banner of red silk, swaying gently with each breeze that whispered through the treetops.

You had always loved transforming during the quiet hours. When the grounds were empty, and the lake shimmered under the light of the sun, it was your time to breathe—to be just a flicker of red in the trees, untethered and unseen. You’d never been caught before. Not once. You knew how to blend in, how to become nothing more than a flash of red fur and shadows. But that day, you’d let your guard down.

When the footsteps crunched over dead leaves, you barely had time to snap awake, your heart seizing with panic. You scrambled upright, claws gripping the bark as you peered through the thicket of branches. Just beyond the edge of the lake, James and Sirius barreled into view, laughing and tossing a Quaffle between them, voices carrying in that easy, careless way they always did. They were still dressed in their Quidditch uniforms, mud-splattered and windblown, clearly just back from practice. Their cheeks were flushed from the cold, eyes bright with that post-game adrenaline.

They looked almost painfully perfect in the sunlight. Sirius’s hair was wild, catching the light with every toss of his head, while James wore that familiar, untamed grin, glasses askew but somehow still perfectly him. You couldn’t help but watch, tucked away in the shadows, your tiny heart hammering as you watched them joke and shove at each other like children.

“What was that?”

James had stopped short, hand frozen mid-toss as his eyes squinted through the sunlight. He stepped forward, brow furrowing as he peered into the trees. “I swear I saw something.”

Sirius just laughed, clapping him on the shoulder with an exaggerated huff. “You’re losing it, love. Probably just a squirrel.”

“A red squirrel? That big? Nope.” James shook his head stubbornly, still squinting, his eyes scanning the thicket where you were tucked. You flattened yourself against the branch, curling your tail around your body like a shield. For a moment, your eyes locked with his, and you froze, heart leaping to your throat.

But Sirius had already moved on, still tossing the Quaffle back and forth as he wandered down the trail, oblivious. “C’mon, Prongs. We’re supposed to meet Remus and dovey at the library, remember? If you’re gonna start jumping at shadows, at least make it something interesting. Like a dragon.”

James huffed out a laugh, shaking his head as he finally turned away. “You’re a menace, Pads.”

“Wouldn’t have me any other way.”

As they wandered away, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, claws still gripping the bark with tension. But then—

“Oi! Hold up,” Sirius called, suddenly pausing mid-step. He squinted back towards the tree you were nestled in. “You know, I’ve never seen something that red. Not even the squirrels.”

Before you could move, James stepped forward, eyes wide with wonder. “Holy shit. Siri, it’s… it’s adorable.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, stepping up beside him. His grin split wide, and before you could so much as twitch, his hand shot out and scooped you right off the branch. “Gotcha!”

You squealed—an embarrassing little chirp—and squirmed in his grasp, claws scrabbling against his arm, but Sirius only laughed. “Bloody hell, Jamie, look at it! What is it? Some kind of magical raccoon?”

James reached out, petting your head like you weren’t currently panicking, and cooed. “Nah, I think it’s some sort of fox. But not any kind I’ve seen before.”

You wriggled harder, desperate to get away, and with a burst of strength, you twisted right out of Sirius’s hands and shot off toward the trees. You heard their shouts behind you—“Merlin’s sake, it’s fast!”—and the pounding of footsteps as they tried to follow. But you were quick, darting between trunks and under bushes until their voices faded.

Panting, you finally stopped in the shadow of a tree, ears perked as you listened for them. From the distance, you heard Sirius laugh. “Like a bloody flicker of light. Fast as hell, did you see that?”

James’s voice was loud with awe. “We should name it. Something quick.”

“Flicker it is,” Sirius agreed, still laughing. “Wonder if we’ll see it again.”

You slumped back against the trunk, heart hammering but… strangely warmed. Flicker. If only they knew.

The second time you crossed paths with them, you weren’t so lucky.

It was a lazy Saturday morning, the air crisp with the promise of autumn, and you were in your Animagus form, sneaking your way towards the kitchens for a pilfered biscuit or two. You’d become somewhat of a regular visitor—house-elves didn’t seem to mind, and there was always something fresh and warm to snatch. This morning, it was shortbread, still steaming and dusted with sugar. You snagged a piece in your tiny paws, nibbling at the edges with a pleased hum.

Just as you were about to make your way back to the common room, a familiar set of voices echoed down the hall. You barely had time to scamper beneath a long, linen-draped table before James and Sirius strolled in, Remus trailing behind them, looking a bit more tired than usual. Sirius had his arm slung around James, animatedly describing some outrageous Quidditch maneuver while James nodded along, spinning his wand between his fingers.

“I’m just saying, I think it’s got to be a magical creature,” James insisted, flicking his wand absentmindedly so sparks danced at the tip. “Nothing else looks like that. That tail? Come on.”

Sirius chuckled, elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re just upset it didn’t stick around for tea.”

Remus, who had been quiet up to this point, raised an eyebrow. “You two are still on about that red thing?”

“Flicker,” James corrected, grinning like he’d just found a new species. “And yes. Pads said it himself—like a flicker of red. It’s the perfect name.”

Sirius gave a wicked grin, nudging Remus with his elbow. “Prongs nearly cried when it ran off. Thought he’d never see it again.”

“I did not cry!” James retorted, his face flushing. “I was just—invested. It’s not every day you find a creature that cute wandering the grounds.”

Remus hummed thoughtfully, but his lips twitched upward. “Maybe it’s someone’s familiar. Or just a stray. Magical creatures don’t usually stick around unless they’re attached to someone.”

James pouted. “But it was too cute to be random. And the way it just bolted—it was like it knew we were coming.”

Sirius laughed. “Maybe it’s smarter than you, James. Didn’t want to be manhandled by an overexcited Gryffindor.”

You couldn’t help the amused little chitter that slipped out, your small nose twitching as you watched them from the shadows. But your distraction made your paw slip, sending a nearby spoon clattering to the ground. Instantly, three heads snapped in your direction.

“Well, would you look at that,” Sirius drawled, eyes twinkling with delight. “Caught in the act.”

Your heart leapt into your throat as you scrambled backward, accidentally knocking over a pile of napkins in your haste.

Remus took a cautious step forward, eyes narrowing as he peered under the table. “Is that…?”

Before he could finish, you bolted out from beneath the table, biscuit still clutched between your teeth. You heard James yelp, and Sirius let out a loud bark of laughter.

“Flicker!” James shouted, immediately dropping to his knees to try and catch you. “Wait! It’s you!”

Sirius lunged for you as well, hands outstretched, but you twisted just in time, skidding around the table leg and darting towards the door. Your heart pounded, adrenaline surging as you made a break for it.

Remus was quicker than you expected. He sidestepped into your path, his hands moving down to scoop you up, but you ducked just in time, sliding beneath a nearby chair. He let out a soft chuckle, clearly more amused than upset. “I don’t think it wants to be caught, lads.”

James practically whined. “But it’s so fast! Merlin, how’s it moving like that?”

You made a daring leap onto a nearby shelf, perching precariously on the edge as you looked down at the boys. James and Sirius both looked up, wide-eyed, as if they’d never seen anything more precious.

Sirius grinned, hands on his hips. “Smart little thing. Knows how to stay out of trouble.”

James glanced at Remus, eyes bright. “Do you think we could tame it? I mean, if we brought it food or something…”

Remus shook his head, though he was smiling. “James, I don’t think ‘taming’ wild animals is advisable.”

Sirius snorted. “Especially when it’s faster than you, Prongs. You might have to start bribing it instead.”

You shifted your weight, trying to balance, but your grip slipped, and you tumbled right off the shelf—directly into Remus’s waiting arms. He caught you with surprising gentleness, blinking down at you in astonishment.

“Merlin’s beard,” he murmured, holding you carefully. “You’re… really soft.”

You froze, heart hammering as his thumb brushed over your fur. James crept closer, his face lighting up. “Moony! You caught it!”

Remus held you securely but didn’t squeeze, his touch far gentler than you’d expected. “It’s not trying to get away now. I think I scared it into submission.”

Sirius ruffled James’s hair, smirking. “Told you Moony’s got that calming effect. Even on weird little red animals.”

James’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know who would love this? Y/N. She’s always going on about how she wants a pet—imagine her with this little thing. She’d lose her mind.”

Sirius laughed, nodding in agreement. “Oh, absolutely. She’d probably carry it around everywhere. Spoil it rotten.”

Remus chuckled, glancing back down at you. “Maybe we should introduce them.”

Your tiny heart skipped a beat, the mention of your own name nearly making you squirm. But you stayed still, hoping that somehow, they’d let you go before they realized just how close they already were to the truth.

As they continued debating who got to hold you next, you remained perfectly still, your tiny heart racing. You’d nearly been caught—and worse, you were currently in Remus’s arms, with no safe escape. If they suspected anything, your secret would be out.

But for now, you stayed put, hoping that somehow, you’d manage to slip away before they figured it all out.

And somehow, you always did.

The encounters with the Marauders continued, flickering moments in the shadows of the castle grounds, the edges of the Forbidden Forest, even the cozy warmth of the Gryffindor common room on particularly stormy nights. They never figured out who—or rather, what—you truly were, and you never stopped watching over them from your tiny, furred form.

Over time, it became routine. They’d spot you darting across the courtyard or perched on a low branch, and instead of startling, they would wave you over with scraps of food and gentle hands. Sirius started smuggling bits of chocolate for you, swearing it was good for "keeping up your energy," while James would leave small pieces of toast wrapped in napkins where he knew you’d find them.

Remus, though, was different. He’d sit beside you sometimes, long after the others had wandered off, his eyes thoughtful and his voice low as he spoke about things that clearly weighed on him. It almost felt like he knew—like he sensed something familiar in the way you stayed close, unflinching and steady, when his voice cracked or his hands shook.

And so it went on, this quiet companionship between you and the Marauders—secrets nestled within secrets, hidden in plain sight.

But secrets, you knew, had a way of surfacing eventually.

And the thread of secrecy is thin—fraying at the edges, whispering of unraveling. Not all lies are meant to last.

You padded through the underbrush of the Forbidden Forest under the pale glow of the full moon, paws light against the damp earth. Countless times before, you had narrowly avoided discovery, slipping through shadows and ducking under roots before any of the boys could see you. But tonight felt different. Tonight, you were pressing your luck, and you knew it.

The forest stretched wide and endless around you, the scent of pine and moss clinging to the air. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting silver webs across the forest floor. You moved carefully, silent as the mist curling at your feet, ears perked for the familiar sound of paws and heavy footsteps.

Because Remus was out here somewhere—prowling, restless, and wild. And you were not supposed to be here.

But you always were.

It had become a ritual, almost. When the full moon crept up on the horizon, you would follow at a distance, paws treading softly through shadow and light, keeping him within your line of sight. You were careful—so careful—to stay hidden. To remain nothing more than a flicker of red fur between the branches, a whisper of movement in the dark.

You didn’t do it because you doubted him. Not really. Remus was strong, stronger than most gave him credit for. His quiet nature masked a resilience that ran deep, carved out from years of learning to live with the curse that twisted his bones beneath the light of the full moon. You had seen it in the way he carried himself: back straight, chin lifted, even when shadows pooled beneath his eyes and his hands shook just a little more as the days crept closer.

But you also knew the weight he carried, the way his shoulders slumped a little lower as the moon grew fuller. The others saw it too, though they masked their worry with jokes and banter, their own kind of armor against the ache of helplessness.

You trusted Sirius and James. Of course you did. You trusted the way Sirius, with his sleek fur and boundless energy as Padfoot, stuck close to Remus's side. His massive form hovered protectively near, always ready to intercept any threat. And you trusted James, with his proud and unyielding presence as Prongs. His antlers cut through the shadows like moonlit knives, always circling, always watching. They were a seamless unit, fierce and unwavering, guarding their boyfriend with an intensity that rivaled the very stars.

But even so, you followed. Not because you feared they would fail him, but because you knew that sometimes even the fiercest protectors could not hold back the tide. You followed because you understood the way Remus's breaths came out ragged and sharp when the change began, the way his eyes, so often warm and gentle, burned with something uncontainable under the weight of the moon.

You followed not out of fear, but out of love. You needed to see it for yourself, needed to know that he was not alone. Because some secrets, even the best-kept ones, are born from the deepest affections.

You weren’t even supposed to be here. The full moon wasn’t exactly a secret—not to you, not to the boys, not to anyone who paid attention to Remus Lupin’s mysterious disappearances every month. And while Remus had been open about it with you—raw and vulnerable in a way that made your heart ache—Sirius and James had insisted you stay far, far away from the Forest during transformations. For your own safety, they said. For his.

They didn’t know that you had a secret of your own. They didn’t know you were perfectly capable of watching over Remus without the risk of getting torn apart. Because, well…they didn’t know you were an Animagus. And certainly not a red panda of all things.

But you’d always been stubborn, and you hated being shut out. So, here you were, paws barely making a sound against the forest floor, your tiny body slipping between shadows as you followed the familiar scent of musk and pine.

Tonight was different, though. The moon hung heavy and full, casting its silver light over the trees as you crept towards the edge of the Shrieking Shack, your heart pounding in your tiny chest. You had watched the transformation from the shadows, hidden and silent, waiting for the chaos to subside. It always did—eventually.

The howls had stopped. That was your sign.

Cautiously, you scurried through the cracks of the shack, slipping inside just as the silence grew thicker, heavier. Remus was there, sprawled out on the dusty wooden floor, still shivering from the aftermath of the transformation. His skin was pale, marred with fresh cuts and old scars, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to catch his breath.

You stayed hidden at first, tucked away in the shadowed corner of the room, watching with a quiet intensity. You were careful, always careful, as you slipped in unnoticed. The silence between your breaths stretched long as you waited. You needed to see him again. To be sure. He was okay. Alive. The simple reassurance of that truth was always the reason you came. It didn’t matter how many times you had witnessed it before, you still found yourself drawn here, drawn to him, like some unspoken promise you couldn’t shake. And yet, even after all this time, you still couldn’t quite bring yourself to let go of the gnawing fear that one day, it would all be gone. That one day, it would be too late.

And then it happened.

A small movement in the corner of your vision—the slightest shift in the air. You turned your head sharply, eyes narrowing. It was quick. A fleeting blur that seemed far too deliberate for your liking. Something so small, but still enough to spike your pulse with a jolt of panic. You froze, your eyes darting from one shadow to the next, until the source of the movement became clear. A spider—its legs long and thin, its body barely a shadow against the worn wooden floor. You held your breath for a second, staring at the creature as it crept closer with an eerie calm.

Even in your Animagus form, the instinct was immediate. Fear licked at the back of your throat, and before you could even stop yourself, a sharp, startled squeak escaped your lips. The sound was completely unexpected, startling even to you. Your body reacted before your mind could catch up, and within seconds, you sprang backward, your claws scraping desperately against the wooden floorboards in an effort to distance yourself. The panic that washed over you was raw, unfiltered. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as adrenaline surged, your muscles tensing in reflex.

“...Flicker?” Sirius’s voice was the first to break the tension, disbelief coloring every syllable. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, sprawled out on the floor, fur still fluffed up from the fright.

James was next, practically stumbling over his own feet as he stepped forward, his expression a mixture of confusion and disbelief. “What the bloody hell is Flicker doing here?!” His voice was sharp, edged with that familiar note of exasperation that you knew all too well.

The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, everything going unnaturally still as his words hung in the air.

You froze, your entire body tensing at the sound of his voice, wide-eyed and terrified. Every instinct screamed at you to retreat, to disappear, to vanish back into the shadows where it was safe. But it was too late. There was no hiding now. The room had shifted, all eyes now on you, and you could feel their gazes like physical weight pressing down on your fur. Panic rose in your chest, tightening around your throat like a vise.

Before you could react, Remus, still lying on the floor, managed to crack open one eye. Even in his obvious pain, there was something in his gaze—softness, tenderness—that cut through the whirlwind of panic in your mind.

His lips parted in a slow, weak smile, and the warmth in his voice was unmistakable, soothing against the raw nerves coursing through you. “Hey… come here,” he murmured, his voice rough but somehow gentle. Despite his struggle to move, his hand patted the floor beside him in invitation. “Can’t really move right now.”

The sound of his voice, that calming familiarity, reached you with a force far greater than the fear clawing at your insides. You hesitated, your ears twitching nervously, unsure of whether you should give in to that pull. But something about the way he looked at you—something in the way his eyes softened, the faintest glimmer of affection and understanding—made it impossible to refuse.

With careful, deliberate steps, you padded over to him, your paws light against the floor, though your heart pounded wildly in your chest. When you reached him, you curled up beside him, careful not to press too heavily against his wounded form.

The space between you felt like a bridge you couldn’t quite cross fast enough, yet as soon as you were near, you felt his hand rest gently on your back. The touch was so light, so tender, it might have been a dream if it weren’t so real. You could feel his fingers brush against your fur, grounding you with every small movement.

James and Sirius, for all their confusion, exchanged bewildered looks across the room. They hadn’t expected this.

The air in the room grew thick with tension, all eyes still on you as you remained curled beside Remus, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. You tried to steady your breathing, but it was impossible. You could feel the weight of their stares, the confusion swirling between them like a storm just waiting to burst.

And then Remus chuckled. It was low, raspy, and yet the sound was warm, full of affection and something else—something that made your pulse skip. He turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours. For a moment, everything seemed to pause.

“I know it’s you,” he murmured, his voice soft but just loud enough for you to hear. There was no uncertainty in his tone, no hesitation. Only understanding. “You don’t have to keep hiding.”

The words felt like a shock to your system. Your breath caught in your throat. What? You stared at him, wide-eyed, your mind racing. How could he possibly know? How long had he known? You were about to ask, but before you could form the words, the rest of the room seemed to catch up to what Remus had said.

James blinked, his face a perfect picture of disbelief. “Wait… what?”

Sirius’s jaw dropped, his eyes narrowing in confusion and a growing sense of disbelief. “What do you mean? Know what?”

Remus laughed softly, a sound so full of warmth and knowing it almost made you want to shrink back into yourself. “Come on,” he whispered, giving a slight nod toward you, a knowing smile curling at the corner of his lips. “Reveal yourself.”

The room fell utterly still. The air crackled with that charged silence, the kind that comes just before something explosive happens. You hesitated, every nerve in your body on edge. The tension in the room was palpable, thick as smoke. For a moment, you thought you might be able to remain hidden, to stay in the safety of your animagus form, but Remus’s eyes were so full of trust, so full of that deep, quiet affection, that you couldn’t refuse him. Not now.

You took a shaky breath. You stepped back, slowly, tentatively, your paws scraping against the wood floor with every hesitant movement. And then, in one fluid motion, you transformed. Fur and claws gave way to skin and hands. The change was swift, almost disorienting, but before you knew it, you were standing before them, fully human, exposed, and vulnerable.

You could feel their eyes on you, wide and unblinking, trying to process the impossible. Remus's soft smile never wavered, his gaze warm and steady, a silent reassurance amid the storm of emotions swirling around you.

James was the first to break the silence, blinking as if trying to clear water from his eyes. “Merlin’s bloody beard! Flicker’s—You’re—” His voice pitched somewhere between awe and shock, hands still raised mid-gesture as if he had been frozen in time.

Sirius was not much better off. His jaw had practically hit the floor, his eyes impossibly wide. “That’s…how did…since when?!” His voice was high and incredulous, disbelief painting every syllable. His gaze flickered between you and Remus, a hundred questions bubbling just under the surface.

You stood there, cheeks flushed and heart thumping wildly, hands fiddling with the edge of your shirt. It felt surreal to be standing in front of them, exposed and vulnerable after months of hiding. You turned your gaze to Remus, the only one who seemed entirely unfazed. His eyes were gentle, crinkling at the corners as he regarded you with a sort of fondness that set your heart alight.

“Ever since you fell into my arms in the kitchen,” he said, voice soft and rich with nostalgia. “I smelled you. Even then, I knew.” His hand reached out, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, grounding you back into reality.

James let out a strangled laugh, half-disbelieving and half-amazed. “You mean this whole time…?”

Sirius’s eyes snapped back to Remus, his shock melting into something sharper. “Wait. Wait. You knew?” His voice grew louder, more animated.

Remus blinked, a hint of a smile still playing on his lips. “Didn’t seem like the right moment to bring it up.”

Sirius’s expression turned comically affronted, his hands flying to his hips. “Not the right moment? Not the—Remus John Lupin, I am going to throttle you.” Without warning, Sirius dove at him, tackling Remus to the floor with surprising gentleness, considering his usual recklessness. Remus let out a soft grunt, half-laughing, half-protesting as Sirius pinned him down, grinning like a madman.

“Sirius!” he groaned, shaking his head, though there was affection in his tone. “I’m in pain, you know?”

But Sirius didn’t seem to care about that. He hovered over Remus, eyes gleaming with that mischievous glint you knew all too well. “You absolute bastard!” Sirius crowed, shaking him playfully. “You kept this from me? From us? Moony, we share everything! I tell you when I find a new freckle on my arse, but you can’t tell me Flicker is our darling girl?”

Remus chuckled, not bothering to fight back, his eyes crinkling with mirth. “You seemed happy enough with her as she was,” he teased, a glimmer of affection lighting up his gaze. “Didn’t want to ruin the magic.”

Remus’s laugh died down slightly as he met Sirius’s gaze, his expression turning a little more serious, though still soft. “I knew,” he admitted, voice quieter now, though it was filled with warmth. “I could smell it. I’m not just a werewolf, you know. My senses are… sharper than most.” He shifted slightly under Sirius, wincing as a wave of exhaustion hit him. “I’ve known ever since that night in the kitchen. And I just… I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

Sirius, still hovering over him, raised an eyebrow. “A big deal? You kept this secret from me?” He gave Remus a playful shove, trying not to be too rough, but clearly finding the whole thing ridiculous. “Moony, you are a tease. But I guess you’re lucky I love you.”

Remus smiled up at him, his eyes soft with affection despite his exhaustion. “Lucky for me, then,” he whispered, reaching up to gently cup Sirius’s cheek.

James, who had been listening in, finally seemed to process what Remus had said. His face broke into a grin, and he shook his head in disbelief. He stepped forward, shaking his head in disbelief, though his smile was growing by the second.

“Unbelievable. I’ve been feeding you bits of toast under the table for months,” he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair. “You let me make a bloody fool of myself!”

Sirius finally released Remus—though not before ruffling his hair mercilessly—and turned his attention back to you. His eyes softened, grin turning fond.

“Well, that explains why Flicker’s always been so damn cute. No wonder you were my favorite,” he said, stepping forward and wrapping you up in his arms without warning. You let out a squeak of surprise, but Sirius just squeezed you tighter, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Our girl, huh? Been sneaking around all fluffy and adorable while we’ve been pouring our hearts out to you.”

James joined in, throwing his arms around both of you with a laugh. “I’ve been whispering my Quidditch strategies to you! Telling you all my secrets. Oh, you’ve played us brilliantly, haven’t you?”

You were laughing now, the sound spilling out of you unbidden and light, your hands curling into the fabric of their shirts as you squeezed back. “I didn’t mean to deceive you!” you giggled. “You were just…so sweet to me. I didn’t want it to end.”

Sirius scoffed, pulling back just enough to look at you, his hands still firm on your shoulders. “End? Are you joking? Now I get to sneak you bits of bacon and call it romance. You’ve upgraded our relationship, darling.”

James snorted, leaning back to ruffle your hair. “Honestly, it just makes me love you more. You absolute minx.” His hands found your waist, pulling you back into his chest with a grin. “And here I thought you just liked curling up in my lap because you were a needy little furball.”

Sirius gasped dramatically. “Wait, wait. This means…you heard everything, didn’t you?” He pulled back, eyes wide with a mix of horror and amusement. “All those times I talked to you about Moony and Prongs…oh, Merlin, I’m going to need to lie down.”

Remus, still sprawled on the floor, chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows. “You did tell her quite a bit,” he mused, raising an eyebrow at Sirius. “I was starting to wonder if you were sweet on our little Flicker.”

Sirius rolled his eyes but grinned shamelessly. “Oh, I am. And now I don’t have to feel weird about it.” He scooped you back into his arms, spinning you around once just for good measure before setting you down, his hands never leaving your waist. “I think this calls for a celebration. Butterbeer in the common room?”

James raised his hand. “And toast! For old times’ sake,” he added with a grin. “I’ve been feeding you scraps like you were some little stray, and it was you all along.”

Sirius chuckled, threading his arm around your waist as Remus finally got to his feet. “Merlin, I love you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Human or red panda, you’re ours. No more sneaking off, yeah?”

You smiled, feeling the warmth of their affection wrap around you like a blanket. “No more sneaking off,” you promised, and the three of them pulled you into their embrace, laughter and warmth spilling out into the room.

And for the first time, you didn’t feel the need to hide.

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managedmischiefs · 1 month ago

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omg hi babe, don't mind me being too vague there

first orgasm EVER if i may, if you don't want to write it that's ok!!

i just thought it would be kewl haha

like sirius and remus showing you how sex should actually be? come on now how good is that BAHA

thanks for clarifying! so I decided to try and add a little something extra to it, and now that I have idk how I feel about it haha. BUT, I also wanted to point out two of Mae's fics: this Sirius one and this Remus one where they get reader off for her first time too

poly!wolfstar x afab!reader who they give her first orgasm+ [1.8k words]

CW: fem!reader, afab!reader, smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), first orgasm, squirting/female ejaculation, porn no plot - ok well maybe a little plot because I can't help myself with the jokes

You’re beginning to wonder if honesty really is the best policy seeing as your honesty is what ultimately found you here.

Here as in currently being taken apart by Remus and Sirius.

The three of you have been toeing this line of will they, won’t they – ridiculous, because of course you were – except now you’re not sure if you can.

Well, you can, but…

But, there was one part of sex you’ve never really been able to do. Not with a partner, and not with yourself.

And you figured – under the previously mentioned policy of honesty – giving the boys a heads up that you’ve never orgasmed before and to “not worry about me, just enjoy yourselves” was the right thing to do.

How wrong you’d been.

Wrong, because now you’re spread, prone, across the bed, both boys long having found their own releases as Remus and Sirius take turns on you; Remus feasting on you like a man starved and Sirius playing you like you’re a fiddle and he a master violinist.

And right now, it’s Sirius’ turn.

“That’s it.” He groans, though he manages to make it sound like he’s cheering you on for something despite the fact that he’s the one doing all the work. “Just like that, baby.”

You figure that you must be doing something right, because Remus hums in agreement as he rolls one of your pert nipples between his thumb and forefinger and sucks another mark into your neck.

You have half a mind of being embarrassed by the down right filthy sounds emanating from between your thighs right now but you can’t find it in you as Sirius gets a second wind and fucks his fingers into your cunt with renewed vigour.

He puts his entire upper body into it; each time he pulls two of his fingers out of your drenched core, he drags the pads of his fingers along the restart switch inside of you that has you begging for more, only to deliver exactly that as he shoves his fingers back in, the heel of his palm slamming down onto your clit before he repeats. Each thrust nearly lifts your hips clean off of the bed over, and over, and over again.

Other than the very clear sounds of your undeniable pleasure are the desperate breaths punching out of you and the pleased murmurings of both men.

And you decide that it’s too much; it’s entirely too much.

“Wait, wait. Stop.” You beg, chest heaving as you circle Remus’ wrist between your fingers even though his fingers aren’t the ones threatening to have you writhing right off of the bed. Regardless, they both stop immediately.

“What is it?” Sirius asks breathlessly at the same time Remus murmurs “you alright?”

“I can’t do it.” You explain unhelpfully; eyes pinched shut as you turn your face to the side in hopes of hiding in Remus’ side.

“What can’t you do, dove?” He asks gently, allowing you to hide but pushing some sweaty hairs off of your forehead.

“S’too much.”

“In a bad way?” Sirius draws out, then, apparently a sodding mind reader as he gently drags his middle and ring finger out of your cunt, movements tantalizingly slow before he’s pressing them back in again. You feel a bead of moisture escape from his fingers and roll down the swell of your arse onto the bed below you.

You keen, forcing your head further into the mattress and baring more of your neck for Remus who chuckles from above you.

“Is it too much in a bad way?” Remus presses again, ending the question with your name that sounds more like a prayer than a noun, his gentle fingers tapping your jaw in a silent ask to open your eyes.

You do, finding his cheeks still pink from excitement and exertion, his pupils blown wide as he looks down at you from above.

“No, I- no, I just-��

“You trusted us to get you off, yeah?” Sirius croons then, keeping his (what you can only assume are) pruney fingers in their current position as he kneels on the end of the bed to kiss his way up from your hip to your jaw. “You gonna let me finish what I started here, doll?”

“I can’t.”

“You can.” He whispers, nipping at a likely darkening spot on your neck that Remus had been dedicating an awful lot of his time on moments before. “I know you can, I believe in you.”

You let out a sound half way between a sob and a groan.

“Sirius knows what he’s doing, dove; let him take care of you.”

You must look a right state because Sirius actually makes a pitiful sound and Remus looks like he might genuinely feel kind of sorry for you.

“You’re so close, baby. If you want to stop, we’ll stop; but you’re doing so well.” Sirius insists, building up a gentle rhythm inside of you again as though his words aren’t already convincing you. “Maybe you need Remus to distract you, hm?”

Remus’ hand that had been working your breasts brushes down to your hip as he leans in, licking into your mouth until you were being all but consumed by him.

Sirius presses his thumb down onto your clit and you receive the message, relaxing under Remus as he deepens the kiss; you can still taste yourself on his tongue as Sirius lowers himself down and pulls your clit into his mouth causing you to buck up into him.

He removes his mouth all too quickly, a pleased sound leaving him as he begins building up his pace again, the excitement renewed with your thighs tightening in response.

Sirius’ vigorous pace is a stark contrast from the slow, lazy swipes of Remus’ tongue in your mouth; your head is misfiring, leaving you feeling as though you might cry.

“Just like that, baby; fuck you’re perfect.” Sirius hisses from somewhere below you; Remus groans into your kiss in agreement. “Relax doll, let it happen; I’ve got you.”

You can’t kiss Remus anymore but he doesn’t pull away from you, letting you breathe into his open mouth; your vision spots as your legs shake, the invisible string inside you pulling tighter and tighter and tighter until it finally snaps and sends you over the edge.

“Fuck yes!” Sirius cheers, forcing Remus’ face away from yours.

You’re quite sure you don’t black out, but one moment you feel like every nerve in your body is firing at the same time – a head-to-toe flush making you hot all over – and the next moment you hear Remus chuckling almost disbelievingly; his breaths causing a layer of goosebumps to spread along your chest.

“Christ, you’re fucking incredible.” Sirius laughs – equal parts disbelieving and proud – before pressing a kiss to your hip bone as he gently slips his hand from between your thighs.

You’re about to make a comment about how you really hardly did anything but the words die on your lips as Sirius shakes off his hand which leaves a number of droplets along your legs in its wake.

“Bloody hell; you give Sirius a bet and he doubles it.” Remus chuckles with a fond shake of his head.

“Did…I do that?” You ask then, sitting up to find the sheets quite a bit…wetter than you were expecting them to be.

“Uhm, correction:” Sirius counters haughtily “I did that.”

“I’d say that was at least a team effort.” Remus argues.

“What…the fuck?”

“Hey, you said you’d never come before, so I saw your orgasm and raised you…” his sentence ends with a flourish of his hands as if he’s saying ta-da!

“I-”

“You squirted, yeah.” Sirius cuts you off readily, nodding like an eager child who just found a few pounds under their pillow from the tooth fairy.

“Oh we are going to have so much fun with you.” Remus groans as he shoves his face back into your neck.

“Oh my God, I have to call Prongs.”

“Sirius!” You squeal in horror and Remus hollers scoldingly.

“No, you’re right,” Sirius agrees with neither of you in particular, “we should clean up first.”

“You two stay here.” Remus insists as he begins to extricate himself from the bed, pressing a fervent kiss to your lips before dotting a few more chaste yet no less passionate kisses across your face.

“You” he says to you, brushing his nose against yours “were fucking phenomenal, and you” he continues, standing to give Sirius a kiss of his own “worked very hard.”

As if Sirius needed any help, Remus’ comment sees the tattooed man’s chest puffing with pride as he smiles between the two of you.

“I’ll go run a bath and then I’ll start a load of laundry when the two of you hop in.”

“But-”

“No, no, shhh.” Sirius starts on you immediately, climbing onto the bed to hold his clean hand over your mouth. “He’s going to spoil us rotten for the rest of the night, doll. Not that we don’t deserve it, what with the performance of a lifetime we just gave him.”

This surprises a laugh out of you which has Sirius smiling as though he’s surprised that he managed to make you smile and simultaneously like making you laugh had been his plan all along.

“That was…”

“-incredible?”

“I was going to say insane.” You laugh again, eyelids feeling ridiculously heavy as you blink up at him.

“Well I’ll leave off you for tonight but we’re going to be doing that again as soon as possible.” Sirius promises, lowering himself into Remus’ previous spot on the bed and pulling your side into his chest; you’d roll over for him but you think he might’ve control-alt-deleted your bones.

“Doll?”

You turn your head to look at him. “Yeah?”

“I asked if you were alright.”

“Oh,” you laugh, embarrassed, “yeah. Yeah, I am. I really am.”

His mercurial eyes scan your face before he nods in agreement, apparently having sussed out whether you are being honest or not. “I’m glad…it was with us. Your first orgasm.”

There was something touchingly vulnerable in his tone and the way that his eyes seem to focus on a spot by your chin causing your heart to constrict in your chest.

“I’m glad it was with you guys, too.”

“I turn my back for a second and the two of you go sappy on me.” Remus grumbles in faux admonishment as he returns, though you can’t help but notice a pleased smile and a lingering blush still evident on his face that you get the sense has more to do with the current sentiment than any earlier activities.

“You’re not actually going to call James, are you?” You ask Sirius then; a concerning stretch of time between the end of your question and his abrupt “of course not, doll.”

You almost miss Remus’ snort and sarcastically muttered “Not tonight, at least.”

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managedmischiefs · 1 month ago

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hello dear cat, can you please share with the dash your thoughts on little remus borrowing hope’s old dresses to match lyall’s wizard robes!!! 🥰

ahhhh yess i love this so much em!!! baby remus sees lyall wear his wizard robes and he wants to look as cool as his dad so he goes into his parents' closet to get some of hope's dresses!

or maybe he has a little dress-up suitcase in his room anyways with various old clothes to use for fun dress up games anyways so he diys the most beautiful robes out of some of those and one of hope's old dresses, he's sooo proud of his creation when he comes down for dinner wearing a bright orange dress with green and pink accents that drapes on behind him because he's way too small for it.

his parents both think he looks adorable and he asks if he can get some proper wizarding robes just like his dad? ofc he can, so lyall takes him shopping (to the big city!!!!) but before they even get to diagon alley, where they were meant to go for the robes, remus sees some dresses in a muggle shop window and neither lyall nor remus have been in muggle children's clothing stores before but lyall has some muggle money "just in case" so they go in and remus tries on all the robes (dresses) and chooses a brown corduroy pinafore dress, a mossy green flowy long skirt with a matching blouse and a bright pink princess dress that comes with sparkly shoes and glittery tights.

they are both very happy with these purchases and the cashier definitely thinks lyall is a very excentric gay uncle taking his little nephew shopping for costumes or something.

they're both soso happy and proud of their purchases when they show them to hope, she decides not to tell them about silly gendered muggle clothing norms because really, why does it matter what remus wears at home? they live in a remote cottage on the welsh countryside and remus has had so many struggles in his short life already, if the dresses make him happy then he gets to wear his dresses ("wizard robes just like dad!" "i look so prettyyyy!!" as he spins around in his new dresses happily)!

he never grows out of wearing them and goes to hogwarts wearing mostly skirts and dresses, gaining looks of approval from purebloods who don't know anything about muggle fashion but also many confused looks from muggleborns who maybe clock him as queer long before he knows it himself.

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managedmischiefs · 2 months ago

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those were your rules

Sirius Black x fwb!reader who wants more [966 words]

CW: fem!reader, reader tries to call it off with Sirius when she realizes she wants more, some slight angst for a minute, inspired by this great fic that came across my feed based off of a scene from Gilmore Girls

“Okay, one more time?” Sirius asks again, the heels of his palms pressing into his eyes that you’re sure have him seeing a kaleidoscope of colours.

You think you might’ve been tempted to laugh, were it not for the lump in your throat; were it not for the words he’s asking you to repeat again that took you nearly three weeks to build the courage up to say at all to begin with.

“I…I need this to stop.” You manage, mouth dry as you stare at the heather grey t-shirt he’s wearing instead of his face.

“This,” he starts, hands falling to his hips as he tries and fails to make eye contact with you, “being…”

“You and me.”

“Right,” he agrees slowly, “you and me being…”

You let out a breath and look to your left, chewing on your lip as you try to find a delicate way of saying “the sex, Sirius.”

“But why?” He finally manages, letting his weight fall back into the back of the sofa in a half-seated, half-standing position. You really picked a horrid place to have this conversation; you asked to come over, and Sirius - none the wiser - was likely excited for a romp, but then you were taking your shoes off to be polite but not allowing him to take your jacket, slapping him with the “I can’t do this anymore” before you were even five whole steps into his flat.

“It’s…I don’t know, Sirius. It’s not enough for me.”

“I’m not enough for you.” He parrots in monotone; not a question.

“No, Sirius, that’s not what I’m saying.” You moan. “But, just, this arrangement - it isn’t enough for me anymore. I want more.”

“You want more. More, what?”

“Sirius, come on.” You groan, finally looking at him in exhaustion and hoping he can hear the desperation in your tone. “Are you really going to make me say it out loud?”

“I just don’t understand what’s changed!” He pleads, standing again and holding his hands out helplessly.

“I have!” You shout back, immediately feeling guilty because this wasn’t meant to be a fight, and this was probably exactly why he insisted on this kind of arrangement with you.

“I have,” you try again, softer this time, “I just…I want more. I want a boyfriend. And I can’t have that if…”

“If you’re sleeping with me.” He surmises, earning him a nod as you go back to studying the soft grey of his shirt. “But…we agreed, yeah? We agreed that that’s all we’d be.”

“I know.” You admit. “I know, and I’m sorry, I just…” Your shoulders raise helplessly, causing him to sigh.

“Was it…something I did?” He asks carefully, joining you in looking to the left of the room instead of at each other.

“No, Sirius. And I don’t hold anything against you.” You insist delicately. “I’m not asking you for anything you’re not able to give me, either. That’s why I’m-”

“-leaving.” He finishes for you. The word apparently sour in his mouth, the aftertaste leaving his lips puckered somewhere between disgust and hurt.

“This was just temporary, yeah?” You try, nudging your socked toe against a scuff in the hardwood floor beneath you. “This was never meant to be forever; not exclusive, no commitment.”

He turns to look at you at that, face pained as if you hadn’t just repeated his own rules verbatim.

“Those were your rules.” You remind him gently.

“But you want more.” He offers, again, not a question.

“I’m sorry, Sirius.” Is all you can think to say.

You try not to shrink under his gaze, your own eyes flitting between his - that look suspiciously red rimmed - and his t-shirt; apparently the thin fabric covering his heart safer territory than his eyes as they search your face for, what, you aren’t sure.

“Alright.” He says simply, apparently having come to some decision.

“Alright?” You ask carefully, watching him as he stands and shakes out his hands, rolling his shoulders as if stepping away from a fist fight.

“Alright,” he repeats, “you want a boyfriend? I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“Wha- wait, Sirius-”

“What? That’s what you said, right? You want more?” He’s gaining on you as he asks, and this time you do shrink under his gaze; feeling about two feet tall as he makes it to you, his chest centimetres from your own. “I’ll give you more, then.”

“You- no, I…that’s-”

“You want a boyfriend, I’ll be your boyfriend.” He says again, softer as he slips his fingers into the belt loops of your jeans; not touching you, exactly, but enough to make him feel like an anchor for your fluttering heart.

“I don’t want you to be something you don’t want to be. I don’t want to force you.”

“You’re not forcing me.” He says, grey eyes mapping out points of your face. “I said this wouldn’t be exclusive but…it sort of already was for me. Might as well just call it what it is, then.”

You shake your head, not in disagreement, but in disbelief. “You said you don’t do relationships.”

His eyes narrow slightly as if wanting to wince, but they stay open in favour of watching the way you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

“No, I don’t.” He admits, and the little flicker of hope in your chest is almost snuffed at his admission. “But I’ve never really wanted to do a relationship before. But I want you.”

“You want me?”

He must notice the tentative, hopeful smile on your lips, because a matching one grows on his own before his eyes flicker up to yours. “I want you.”

“But…I want a boyfriend?”

His smile softens but doesn’t shrink as he lowers his forehead to yours. “Then I guess I have myself a girlfriend, don’t I?”

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managedmischiefs · 2 months ago

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Hi Mae :))

I know this is kinda similar to one of your other fics, and also weirdly specific haha so I totally get if you don’t want to do it, but would you be willing to do an

emt! Maruaders x reader who’s getting surgery, and has a panic attack in the pre-op room bc the nurse and anesthesiologist are just being really dismissive of her, and the Marauders get protective and intervene, and comfort reader?

This is based on irl experiences—I’m not scared of anesthesia, I’m scared of not getting properly sedated/anesthetized during procedures. I have lots of health issues and ended up with ptsd because during one of the procedures that was supposed to be ‘deep sedation’ (where you’re technically awake but you’re completely doped up and don’t feel/remember anything), they didn’t give me the proper dosage, so I was fully awake and literally sobbing and screaming and the nurses and doctors were just like ‘no we gave you the meds, you’re fine, you’re not in pain’. So now I have panic attacks when I get procedures done if I feel like i’m not being listened to, and that something similar could happen again😅

That sounds so scary babe, I'm so sorry that happened to you! Thank you for the request <3

cw: hospital, not-super-compassionate reponse by healthcare professionals, panic attack, I feel like probably a lot of this is inaccurate/against most policies so sorry about that

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 573 words

“Sweetheart, sweetheart.” James’ hand is clamped over your IV, his other arm around your shoulder as he wards off the nurse. “You’re okay, my love, just—could you give her a bit of breathing room, please?”

His voice sharpens when he speaks to the nurse, and though you know that tone isn’t meant for you, it rubs against your already frazzled nerves to send hot tears tumbling down your cheeks. The two other people in the room, the nurse and anesthesiologist for your surgery, both look more harried than alarmed at your upset.

“We have to take her back—” the nurse begins to say.

A sob wrenches out of you. “Wait—wait, wait, please—”

James shushes you, pressing his forehead to your temple. “You’re okay, angel. I’ve got you, yeah? You’re okay.” You quiet, and he stamps a kiss to your wet cheek. “She said she needed a minute,” he tells the nurse. “Just give her a bit of time, she can relax if you let her.”

The door to your room opens. You begin crying anew as Sirius and Remus come toward you.

“Hey,” Sirius coos, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He’s a good deal taller than you standing by the bed, your face pressed to his chest. “What happened, baby? You were so calm just a few minutes ago.”

It’s all you can do to sniffle against his shirt. In your periphery, you can see the nurse and anesthesiologist take a step back to make room for your boyfriends. Earlier, you were told it was a rule that you were only allowed to have one guest come into the pre-op room with you; it appears that circumstances have led them to bend the rules. In quiet tones, you can hear James explaining to Remus how you’d asked for a moment to prepare yourself before being given a sedative, and how the anesthesiologist beginning to go ahead with it anyway for the sake of time had led to your fright.

Sirius must be listening, too. His grip on you shifts, his hand cupping the back of your head protectively.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Remus sounds compassionate. He takes your hand, fingers twining with yours, and James finally lets go of your IV, reassured you’re not going to try pulling it out again. “That must have been so scary. You’re alright now, though, yeah? Take some breaths.”

You try, feeling the heat of your tears on Sirius�� shirt. He rubs your back encouragingly.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” you choke out.

“Shh, you’ll be alright,” Remus reassures you. “I understand you felt rushed, but it was only a misunderstanding. Everything can still go perfectly. Soph knows what she’s doing.”

Your anesthesiologist—Sophie, as she’d introduced herself—offers a sheepish smile.

“And,” Sirius says pointedly, “they’re going to listen to you. Okay? I promise.”

Your breaths are coming easier now. It feels good, hiding in Sirius’ front; you can almost pretend everything outside of this doesn’t exist.

“Okay,” you say tremulously.

You feel Remus raise your hand to his lips. “There’s our girl.” He kisses your knuckles. “Keep breathing like that, love. You’re doing beautifully.”

“Can you please stay?”

“Yeah,” James answers before anyone else in the room can, “they can stay.”

“Do I have to go back now?”

“No, lovie.” He rubs your leg soothingly. “I know your team’s got a schedule to keep, but I’m sure they can spare a few minutes. Take your time.”

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managedmischiefs · 2 months ago

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obviously inspired by Rumours by FM !!!!

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managedmischiefs · 2 months ago

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James is not paid enough for this

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managedmischiefs · 2 months ago

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touch

poly!moonwater x reader who doesn't know how to ask for what they need ✩ 911 words

summary: Being comfortable in a new relationship is hard, especially when your unsure of how to ask for what you crave - touch.

cw: fluff, comfort, newly established relationship, touch starved reader

an: first poly!moonwater work because i love them ahh

You’re tucked into the corner of the sofa, a blanket draped over your legs, eyes aimed at the TV—but you’re not really watching. Not properly. Your mind keeps drifting, snagging on the narrow space between your foot and Regulus’ thigh. The few inches might as well be miles.

They’ve been together far longer than you’ve been in the picture. There’s a rhythm to the way they move around each other, a seamless, quiet understanding you haven’t quite caught up to. It’s not that they’re always physical with each other��they're both careful with touch—but when one of them reaches out, the other always seems to know how to meet them halfway. It's natural. Intuitive. And you can't help but feel a step behind.

You know it’ll come with time. That closeness. That ease. But right now, you’re stuck in your own head. You don’t know how to ask for what you need without sounding needy. You’re scared that wanting something so gentle—so simple—might come across as selfish. And worse: you’re terrified of how much it would hurt if they pulled away.

A soft shuffle pulls you from your thoughts. Remus enters the room carrying a plate of snacks, setting them on the table. If only he could hear the noise inside your head. But you don’t say anything. Can’t.

“Are you okay, dove?” Remus asks, voice low and gentle as his eyes land on you. They soften immediately. He sees you. “You look a bit pale.”

You nod automatically, not trusting your voice, and Regulus hums inquisitively before moving. His hand reaches for your forehead without hesitation, fingers cool against your skin. You freeze—not because you don’t want it, but because you want it too much. Your body stiffens, like you’re afraid any movement might scare him off.

He won’t pull away, you remind yourself. He’s your boyfriend. He loves you. They both do. But the fear still lingers, soft and persistent.

When his touch finally lands, it’s grounding. Your shoulders sag under the weight of relief, tension uncoiling from your spine. Regulus’ brows draw together, concern written across his sharp features as he glances toward Remus, silently asking is something wrong?

Remus catches your eye again, and you flush under the attention. Your face burns, caught in that spotlight of care.

“Come here, lovely,” Remus says gently, rising from the chair he’d just settled into. The offer is quiet, but it opens a door.

You don’t think—you just go.

He gathers you into his arms the second you reach him, pulling you in without question. His embrace is warm and steady, and the moment your body touches his, something inside you clicks into place. You hold on tight, fingers curling into the back of his jumper like you might fall apart if you don’t.

“Hmm,” Remus hums, mostly to himself. “Thought so.” He kisses your forehead softly, his lips lingering for a beat longer than necessary.

Regulus, watching from the couch, tilts his head. He’s catching on too. “Have we not been giving you enough attention, amour?” he asks, voice laced with both concern and a teasing edge. Not mocking—never mocking—just wanting to make it easier to answer.

You shake your head too quickly. “No, it’s not that. It’s just…” The words stick in your throat, fragile and knotted.

Remus gently tilts your chin up, coaxing your gaze to his. “Just what, darling?”

You exhale, shaky and small. “I know you don’t always want touch. And I don’t want to ask if it’s not… something you want.”

Regulus doesn’t hesitate. “We like it when it’s with you.” His voice is firm, steady—like it’s the most obvious truth in the world. “You don’t have to question that.”

Your breath catches at the certainty in his voice. You glance between them, finding nothing but softness and love in their expressions.

“You never have to be afraid to ask for affection,” Remus says, brushing your hair gently from your face. “We want to know what you need, so we can give it to you.”

His hands cup your face then, holding you like you’re precious. Like you’re theirs.

“We want to love you the way you need to be loved,” he adds, and the words settle into the quiet places of your heart, chasing away the doubt that had nested there.

You nod slowly, your body growing heavier with the kind of relief that makes you feel lighter all at once.

Without needing to speak, Remus guides you back toward the sofa where Regulus waits, arms already open. You sink between them easily, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Remus presses a kiss to your temple, his lips warm and reassuring, while Regulus rests his chin on your head, one hand stroking your arm in gentle, soothing passes.

“Is this alright?” Remus murmurs, voice barely audible.

You nod, voice catching with emotion. “Yeah… it’s perfect.”

Regulus smiles against your hair. “Good,” he whispers, and you can feel the truth in it

The TV hums in the background, but none of you are really watching. You’re wrapped in their arms, surrounded by warmth and steady breaths and the kind of love that asks nothing but gives everything.

And when Regulus leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, and Remus rests his hand on your thigh in quiet comfort, it’s not about proving anything—it’s just them loving you, completely and deliberately, the way you never have to ask for again.

masterlist <3

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managedmischiefs · 3 months ago

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Can I get a roulette, please? number 8 from the acts of service list with remus lupin, if you don't mind x

you may! thanks for playing <3

Remus Lupin x gn!reader who reminds him to take his meds [670 words]

CW: ⁸⁾ reminding them to take their medication, Remus throws a temper tantrum [which was really fun to write, actually], feels real bad about it too, hurt/comfort and fluff

Remus knows, really, that he ought to be ashamed of himself right now. He’s been miserable and moody all day, he’s snapped at you more than once, and he’s pretty sure that your last exhale was rather shaky as he all but stormed off to sequester himself in the bedroom.

So, really, he knows he ought to be ashamed of himself right now.

But he can’t help the heat of indignation that bubbles up at the sound of you gently rapping your knuckles against the bedroom door — silly, really, seeing as it’s your room too. You shouldn’t have to ask to come in.

And it’s not even like Remus doesn’t want you to come in; he loves you! This is your room! He wants you in here!

But his want of being a miserable sod wins out and he’s back to scowling when the door opens anyway; knock unanswered.

“What?” He all but sneers, keeping his face downturned at the book (prop) in his lap. He isn’t reading; he’s too busy scowling.

You don’t respond, save the gentle — barely there — sigh that escapes you as you walk around the bed to his side — indignance threatening to bubble over — and stand there, waiting for him to look.

He keeps his face pointed at his book in an act of petulant protest.

It’s a battle of wits — who can be the most stubborn — and Remus likes to think he put up a good fight, but indignance finally bubbles over before sizzling and spitting on the hot burner. So, he snaps his book shut with a huff and turns to pin you with a glare, only to see you staring at him with one eyebrow raised, a glass of cold water in one hand, and…his pain medication in the other.

Remus opts to keep his eyes on the two pills resting in the palm of your hand instead of your judgemental gaze.

But the bubbles start to simmer, and then his blood runs cold; he’s been awful to you all day, and you show up for him anyways. When he needs it the most, but deserves it the least.

He sighs; shoulders slumping in as he deigns to raise his eyes to yours, completely prepared for the judgemental and aggrieved look he deserves.

Only to be met with a dip of your eyebrows and a worried pinch of your lips; sympathy. Love.

And then he sees nothing at all, because he clenches his eyes shut at the first signs of tears.

”I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

”No, I-“

”Rem.” You press, perching on the edge of the bed and encouraging the pills into Remus’ hand, passing him the glass of water only once the pills were in his mouth. “It’s okay.”

Remus tries protesting before he even swallows, threatening to choke as his promise of relief finally makes it into his system.

”It’s not okay.” He argues.

”It is okay.”

”Dove, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.” He sighs, placing the glass on the bedside table before rubbing at his temples. “I should never have spoken to you like that…you don’t deserve it.”

You hum noncommittally, rolling the fabric of the duvet between your fingers as you gather your thoughts. “No, I don’t think I do, either. But it is okay.”

”Why is it okay?” He whispers, pulling your hand into his and encouraging you to meet his eyes.

You shrug, flustering at the attention. “Because I understand; it’s not you, it’s the pain. You can’t control it.”

It’s Remus’ turn to hum noncommittally, brushing his thumb over the back of your knuckles. “No, but I should try harder to control myself.”

You offer him a gentle smile.

“I promise that I will, okay?” He asks, returning your smile when you nod your head yes. “I’m sorry; thank you for looking after me.”

You tell him “of course” – as if the idea of not taking care of him was simply incomprehensible – and smile widely into the responding kiss he presses to your lips.

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managedmischiefs · 3 months ago

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emt marauders where they go away on a hokiday and reader gets sick but hides it so they can have fun?

cw: some phlegm talk? idk hardly a trigger but a little gross depending on your tolerance of all that

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

“Ow,” Sirius whines.

“Sorry,” says Remus, clearly being as gentle as he can in smoothing sun lotion onto Sirius’ pinkened shoulders. “It wouldn’t hurt if you’d reapplied earlier.”

“No one else had to reapply,” he grumbles, then hisses as Remus moves to a new spot.

“You’re extra special.” James simpers, kissing Sirius’ cheek. “You can always hang back in the room if it hurts too much, you know.”

Sirius glares. “I’m not going to sit in the room by myself while you all play Baywatch and make out in the ocean.”

“We don’t do that.” Remus frowns.

“I’ll stay with you,” you offer. You hope your eagerness doesn’t sound as obvious to your boyfriends as it does to you.

Sirius softens some. “You don’t have to miss out for me, baby.”

“I don’t mind.”

“I’m not going to waste a day of holiday anyway,” he says decisively, just as Remus puts the cap back on the sun lotion. “Onward!”

You try not to deflate, resigning yourself to spending the afternoon as you spent the morning and all of yesterday before that: camped out under an umbrella, using toilet paper stolen from your hotel room as tissues when the boys aren’t looking.

“Can we stop for ice cream on the way?” you ask as you make your way out of the room.

“Again?” James laughs. “Angel, at this rate you’re going to be going through sugar withdrawal on the flight home.”

You shrug. “That place by the boardwalk is really good.”

You wouldn’t actually know. Your taste buds have gone rather lackluster since the onset of your cold; you wouldn’t know much difference if you got strawberry or bubblegum or peppermint candy cane. It makes your sore throat feel much better for a few minutes, though.

Ordinarily one of your boyfriends might push back against you eating sweets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but because it’s a holiday you’re sitting on the sand finishing off a cone of pink something a short time later. Sirius has taken up residence by your legs, slowly covering them with sand to fulfill his vision of making you a mermaid tail. You’re trying not to wince as the sun worsens your headache.

You want to enjoy your trip, you really do, but the beach is just too hot and too bright and too coarse when what you really long for is your bed and a cup of honeyed tea. No one drinks honeyed tea at the beach. You wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for some.

“Do you think you ought to have scales?” Sirius asks.

You hum, furrowing your brows like you’re paying attention. “I think so. Most mermaids do, right?”

“Probably right.” Sirius leans forward, kissing you before you can stop him. “Brilliant girl.”

You think you’re a horrible girlfriend. Even when he does sweet things like that, you want him gone badly. Before Sirius got sunburned and took shelter under the umbrella with you, it was him and James in the water all day long and Remus lying next to you but too absorbed in his book to notice you occasionally sneezing or blowing your nose. With Sirius here, you can feel the buildup in your sinuses like a dam ready to break.

You know it would be easier to just tell your boyfriends you’re feeling under the weather. Easier for you, but not easier for them. They’d want to look after you, and they’d be giving up their own fun to do it. You won’t ruin their holiday because you’ve got the sniffles.

“Hey, if you lay back I can give you a mermaid torso too.”

You frown. “Don’t mermaids have human torsos?”

“Yeah, but with a seashell bra.”

Before you can come up with an excuse for why you don’t want to lie down and let Sirius cover you up to your neck in sand, James comes bounding over. He’s dripping wet dangerously near to Remus, who pulls his book closer with a reproachful look.

“No one wants to come out in the water with me?” James asks.

Sirius pouts at him. “You need a playmate, babe?”

“Yeah, I do actually.”

“Too bad. Get the sun to be nicer to me, and I’ll come out.”

“Why is that my job?” James looks to you, pleading. “Come on, lovie. You haven’t been in the water nearly this whole time. Do you really want to go home without having been in the ocean?”

Guilt eats at you. “I’m okay,” you say, apology in your tone. “I’m having a good time here.”

“Why don’t you go for a little while?” asks Remus. You hadn’t realized he was paying attention. “Just to say you did.”

“Don’t make me carry you out there,” James teases.

You try to smile before eating the last piece of your cone. “Okay,” you say, “just for a little while.”

“Fine.” Sirius throws up his hands as though he’s lost a long and onerous argument. “If you’re going to leave me here with boring old Remus” —he drops a wink, though Remus only rolls his eyes— “I’ll come too.”

James half drags you both to the water, you and Sirius grimacing at the sun for different reasons. The water isn’t terribly cold, but you shiver still, grateful when James pulls you close before starting to make his way out to a sandbar he found this morning.

Only, the sandbar seems to have gone away further than where he left it. James and Sirius don’t mind, laughing and splashing each other and trying to coax you into their games. You smile tersely, using all your energy to continue swimming. You’ve gone far enough out that the tips of your toes are barely skimming the sand, though when you turn around Remus and your umbrella really don’t appear so far away.

It’s because you’ve turned to look that the wave takes you by surprise.

You’re underwater in an instant, thrown head over heels and tumbling like a piece of litter caught in the tide. You choke on saltwater. It takes you what feels like forever to figure out which way is up, but then you push down on the sea floor, shoving yourself towards the surface.

You emerge coughing. Sea water streaming from your nose and mouth, tears welling in your eyes. It stings.

You hear the boys laughing, James’ warm hand landing between your shoulders. He rubs consolingly.

“Aw, sorry, lovie. It happens. That really took you down, huh?”

You try to laugh along with them, but it’s hard when saltwater seems to flow endlessly from your nose. You realize at the same time as James that it’s not all saltwater.

“Whoa. Needed a purge, did you?”

“Sorry.” You wipe your nose on your arm, rinsing it off in the water. You feel disgusting and embarrassed.

“No, don’t be.” James palms your face, smiling as he wipes the couple of tears that have escaped your eyes. “This is what saltwater does. It cleans out your nasal passages. It’s a good thing, getting all the muck out.”

You’re about to respond with something equally positive when you sneeze violently. More snot comes out of your nose.

“Shit, baby,” says Sirius. “You were really clogged up. You feeling sick or something?”

You think that maybe it could be a joke, but your guilty expression gives you away.

James blinks. “Really?”

“I’m fine,” you say. You know it’s not very convincing when you’re trying and failing to stop the globs of mucus leaving your nostrils.

“You’re sick.” Sirius sounds aghast. “For how long? Why didn’t you say?”

“A couple days,” you admit, “but it’s really not bad. I didn’t want to ruin everyone’s fun.”

“Ruin everyone’s fun,” Sirius repeats, muttering. He pulls you into a hug, mindless of the snot getting on his shoulder. “You are the fun, baby.”

You nearly snort. “Not like this.”

“Did you ever think that maybe I like making you tea and bossing you around? Hm? Did it occur to you that that might be fun for me?”

“I think it’s occurred to all of us that being bossy is fun for you, babe,” says James. His smile has a pitying edge as he begins to shepherd you both back towards the shore. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Please don’t let my cold mess this up for you,” you plead.

Sirius gives you a stern look. “Shush.”

“Angel, how could it?” James asks in a nicer tone. “We’ll still be together, won’t we?”

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managedmischiefs · 3 months ago

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made for this - sb x reader

going down on your bf for the first time - 371 w

content: smut, blowjob, praise, facefucking

you’re not sure what you expected, but the sight only has your eyes widening and mouth water comically. you stare and he laughs.

sirius cards his fingers through your hair, using it as leverage to guide your head towards his leaking cock. he smiles down at you, urging you to please him. gulping down the lump in your throat, you give the tip a kitten lick, the musky flavor of his precum bleeding onto your tongue. he sighs, his member throbbing; the feeling is too good and the sight of you on your knees is too much for him not to take control.

the tip is pushed past your lips, spreading the taste of him further. the length invades your mouth, meeting the back of your throat in a sharp stroke.

“relax your throat,” sirius tells you, his voice strained with how tight you feel around him. his grip in your hair loosens once you take his advice, and he instead gently gathers your hair up into a makeshift handle to guide your head with.

“that’s it, you’re a fast learner,” he praises you, bucking his hips into your open mouth. he grunts when you gag. “oh, you were made for this.”

tears prick in your eyes and you’re unable to keep them at bay, his thrusts growing too brutal for you not to cry. yet, he only seems to get all the more intense, enticed by your display. you’ve known sirius to be vocal, but now, grunting and panting and moaning out while his cock is being shoved deeper down your throat, he is downright obscene.

“p-pull out,” he says in warning, tugging on your ponytail to get you off him. “im gonna-“

but you’re already seeking his taste, too curious for your own good. all it takes is a harsher suck and he’s shooting hot spurts of cum down your mouth. he’s moaning your name, panting and gasping by the time you finally move away from his crotch.

sirius is looking at you through hooded eyes, lust hardly disguised in his expression.

“did i do good?”

he huffed a breathless laugh, his hold on your hair turning into a gentler caress. “i told you, you were made for this.”

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managedmischiefs · 3 months ago

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hiii! i just reread your marauders pregnancy fics, and i’m obsessed. could you write more of them?? maybe some hurt/comfort of reader getting emotional or having a hard time regulating their mood because of their hormones? or any other kind of hurt/comfort! thank you!!

thanks for your request! and for your follow up in choosing wolfstar; I've been wanting to play around with them and a pregnant!reader for a while!

poly!wolfstar x pregnant!reader who is feeling a little...sensitive [1.2k words]

CW: afab!reader, fem!reader, pregnancy fic, reader is hormonal, the boys are in love, Sirius ends up being too sweet, fluff

Remus pauses to wonder if he shouldn’t be a little embarrassed about the way he excites at the sound of his partners returning home, not unlike some overly large, lanky golden retriever. Yet, he finds himself smiling at the sound of Sirius’ car door closing and throws the rag he was using to wipe the counters into the sink before he heads towards the door to greet the two of you.

Except Sirius is the only one who walks through the door.

“What?” Sirius laughs when Remus’ face falls at your absence, passing one of the many bags he was carrying into Remus’s capable hands. “Not happy to see me?”

Remus quickly fixes his face, pressing an apologetic kiss to the corner of Sirius’ mouth.

“Sorry love.” Remus amends. “You alright?”

Sirius makes a noncommittal sound as he sets the groceries on the freshly cleaned counter. “Do you mind helping her out of the car?”

Remus’ entire being skids to a halt as he pins Sirius with a look. “What happened? Is she okay? What happened?”

Sirius breathes out a chuckle as he takes Remus’ hands into his own; thumbs brushing comforting strokes along the back of his hands. “She’s fine, she’s just…well, she’s rather cross with me.”

”Uh oh.” Remus murmurs, half relief and half teasing, leaning in to press two kisses to Sirius’s lips before he moves in the direction of the door. “Why? What’d you do?”

Sirius scoffs as he trails behind him. “Why would you assume I did anything?”

All he gets in response is one raised eyebrow. Sirius sighs in defeat.

“Something about my driving? I’m not sure. All I know is she went radio silent on me about halfway home from the shops and won’t get out of the car.”

Sirius gets another apologetic kiss to the corner of his mouth for his troubles, a real one for Remus’ love, and then a quick peck in parting before Remus is sliding on a pair of shoes to meet you at the car.

Remus is expecting to find you pouting with your arms crossed in the passenger seat, so it’s unsurprising that his steps quicken when he comes to find you sitting with your face in your hands, obviously crying.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He coos as he pulls your door open, knees cracking as he crouches to your level. “What’s the matter, my little mama bird?”

All this seems to do is elicit more tears.

“Are you okay?” He tries.

You shake your head miserably, and Remus starts to panic.

“Are you hurt? Do you feel sick? What’s-”

“I’m so stupid.” You wail, and Remus actually almost loses his balance at the force of which his head rears back at your statement.

“Okay, alright, hey,” he murmurs gently, encouraging your hands away from your face as he shushes you, “you’re alright, dovey. Take some deep breaths for me.”

They’re stuttering and wet but you do your best to follow Remus’ instructions, all but whimpering when he thanks you for your effort.

“What happened, hm?”

Your face crumples at his question, but you merely wipe the back of your hand across your cheek as you look out the driver’s side window. “We were turning onto Waverly Rd and I spotted a little bird taking a bath in-” a fresh wave of tears trail down your cheeks as you try not to sob again.

“Breathe, dovey; you’re alright.”

A breath leaves you forcefully, stuttering at the end. “-in a puddle.”

Between your tears and the mental image Remus conjures of Sirius running the poor bird over, he wonders if he might not start crying, too.

Instead, he hums in acknowledgement and encourages you to continue.

“Yeah?”

You nod, wiping away more tears with the hand Remus wasn’t holding hostage in his own, the other resting on your knee as his thumb trails soothing circles.

“And when we got closer, the bird flew away.”

Oh.

“Oh.” Remus mumbles dumbly. “Okay, well that’s alright then, yeah?”

It isn’t alright, apparently, as your face crumples in agony once again and your head falls into Remus’ shoulder.

“That wasn’t alright?” He concludes, brushing a broad hand up and down your back as you cry into his neck; his legs nearly falling asleep in his crouched position.

“We in- interrupted him.” You let out with a sob.

Remus tsks sympathetically and finds himself very grateful that your field of vision is limited to the fabric of his jumper as he folds his lips between his teeth to keep from laughing.

“What was Sirius meant to do, dove? He couldn’t very well swerve into oncoming traffic?”

You rip yourself away from Remus and it’s only thanks to his hand protectively cupping the back of your head that saves it from whacking against the door frame.

“We weren’t in any rush!”

“No sweetheart, of course not.” He placates quickly, running one gentle knuckle over your cheek. “The people driving behind you might’ve been though, yeah?”

You nod reluctantly, letting out a shuddering breath.

“Is that what has you so upset, love?”

Your face pinches and Remus feels his own pinch in commiseration.

“So, when- when Sirius went inside, I called James. To see what he thought?”

Remus isn’t sure if you are asking him or telling him, but he nods his head encouragingly anyway.

“And he agreed with me.” You wail, throwing your face back into his shoulder as your body shakes with great, heaving sobs.

Remus apologizes, though he knows not what for, as he continues trailing his hand up and down your back, letting you soak the fabric of his jumper with your tears.

“He agreed with you, eh?”

You nod and sniffle as you extract yourself from Remus’ side, letting Remus take over in wiping away the tear tracks staining your cheeks as you suck in steadying breaths. “That’s how I knew I was being stupid.”

“You weren’t stupid, dove-”

“Irrational.” You interject.

“Sensitive.” He corrects, smiling at you when you lean into his hand currently cupping your cheek. “My empathetic girl, hm?”

You finally manage to smile, albeit waterily, and Remus finally manages to help you out of the car and encourage you into the house.

He regrets it almost immediately.

“Hey, dolly.” Sirius smiles as the two of you appear in the kitchen doorway. “Are you hungry? I’m making some grilled-cheeses with the nice bread you picked out at the shop. I can make something else if that doesn’t tickle your fancy though.”

Remus watches Sirius’ face fall, forcing him to turn towards you at your lack of response only to find your chin dimpled as a fresh wave of tears fill your eyes.

“Dove?”

“Oh god.” You sob, covering your face with your hands as you turn and all but flee from the kitchen.

“I...what- what’d I do now?” Sirius asks helplessly.

“I think you might’ve been too sweet, my love.” Remus teases, moving into the kitchen in order to press a conciliatory kiss to Sirius’ hair before he ventures off in search of you. “I’d still make those grilled-cheeses though; they may come in handy.”

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managedmischiefs · 3 months ago

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Hi lovely. I just had the scariest night last night and it ended with me in the ER for almost 7 hours. Basically I let a UTI go on too long and it traveled to my kidneys. But I was in the bathroom about to shower and I got super sick and dizzy and lightheaded, my hands and feet were tingling to the point of pain, I was DRENCHED in sweat. It was so so scary. I ended up passing out on the toilet (so embarrassing). I had to get my mom to come in and she took me to the ER and it was very rough there too because I was so dehydrated they couldn’t get a vein to give me fluids. So 6 times they tried, digging in my arm and all that before they finally got one. Later it ended up bursting which hurt a fuck ton. But all in all I feel like absolute shit.

If you can, could you write an EMT!marauders fic where something like that happens? Just the scary stuff in the beginning or whatever tickles your fancy. If not, no worries. I will just be reading and rereading all my faves of yours for the next few days while I try to get better 🥲

That sounds so awful, I'm sorry that happened to you!! Hope you're feeling much better by now lovely <3

cw: nonsexual nudity, dizziness, nausea, one sexual joke at the end

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 965 words

A knock on the bathroom door rouses you. Steam heavies the air, the porcelain of the bathtub slippery underneath your backside. You feel sick.

“Hey.” It’s James’ voice, light as though he’s not really concerned. “Alright in there?”

You look down blearily. A bottle of shampoo rests against your hip. You must have knocked it from the lip of the tub when you passed out, and James must have heard the sound. When did you pass out? For how long?

“James?”

“Yeah?”

“I need…can you come in here?”

You hear the door open. Half the steam seems sucked from the room, cool air coming in. “Everything okay?” James asks.

He tries to open the shower curtain, but you’re lying half on top of it and it doesn’t make it far. You lift up on one side to free it. Your entire body trembles with the effort.

“Hey.” James definitely sounds concerned now, kneeling at your side. He puts a hand under your neck. “What happened? Did you fall?”

“I don’t feel well.”

“I can see that, sweetheart.” He shouts for the other boys. “Does anything hurt? Did you fall over?”

“No,” you say. Footsteps sound outside, nearing you. “No, I sat down. But I think I passed out.”

James frowns, taking your wrist to get your pulse. “What do you mean when you say you aren’t feeling well?”

You don’t get a chance to answer before Sirius is pulling the curtain open further. “Baby, what the fuck?” He crouches beside James. It’s now that you realize how painfully naked you are, lying limply on the floor of the tub with hot water from the showerhead beating down on your lower half. “Did you slip?”

“She passed out,” James answers for you, brows set in concentration as he feels your pulse. “But she sat down first.”

“Oh, good girl.”

Remus shuts off the water. You feel its absence immediately, your body at once lighter and colder.

“Can I have a towel?” you ask.

Sirius blinks as though he’s only just realizing your nakedness as well. He stands. “Right, I’ve got it.”

“Why do you think you passed out?” Remus asks you.

“I don’t know.” You want to give him a better answer, but it’s all you have. “I just got really lightheaded. I still feel sick.”

“Sick like you’re going to throw up?” James presses. He lets go of your wrist, giving Remus a look you can’t interpret.

“Yeah.”

Sirius tsks, returning with a stack of towels and a fluffy robe. “Okay, well don’t worry too much about that. If you throw up you throw up, we just want to know what’s made you sick in the first place.”

Between all three of them, they haul you out of the tub. The option of you trying to climb out on your own doesn’t seem to cross anyone’s mind. You land in Sirius’ lap, where you’re hastily wrapped in one towel and your hair in another, James drying your arms and legs with a third.

“What else are you feeling?” Remus asks you. When you hesitate, “Anything at all, it could help us to know.”

You try to take stock of yourself, shivering a bit as you do.

“Cold?” Sirius deduces.

You hum. “And my stomach hurts.”

He frowns. His hand covers your stomach over the towel protectively. “Yeah? Where does it hurt?”

“Sort of…” You shift a bit, trying to show him. “On the side.”

Sirius finds the spot like he knows just where you mean. “Around here?”

“Yeah.” Panic makes your voice tight. “Don’t touch it, please.”

“Okay. I won’t, sweetheart.” He moves hand away from your side, kissing your temple. “Have you noticed yourself feeling like you need to pee more often lately?”

You give him a funny look. “I have a UTI, but this doesn’t feel like the same thing.”

Remus groans. “Dove, really? You knew?”

“I knew I had a UTI,” you say, confused. Wary, without really knowing why. “It’s not…this feels different.”

“Why wouldn’t you treat it?”

“I was going to.”

“But when you wait like this and don’t tell us, you—”

“Alright, alright,” James says in a peacemaking tone. He rubs the towel down your calf. “I think she’s got it, love. She’s clearly not enjoying this.”

Remus closes his eyes, sighing. When he looks at you again, it’s with a softer gaze. “If you don’t treat a UTI,” he says patiently, “it can cause a kidney infection. I think that’s what you’re dealing with now, love.”

“Oh.” Your voice smalls. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, that’s okay.” Sirius kisses your face again, his hold tightening when another shiver passes through you. “Why’re you apologizing to us, huh? You’re the one dealing with it. Passing out in showers and the like.”

“I know you didn’t want this,” Remus promises you, his expression gentler now. James begins encouraging your arm into your robe. “We’ll get you to A&E, and they’ll give you antibiotics to take care of this, alright?”

“Okay,” you say meekly.

Slowly, they get you dried up, clothed, and upright. Sirius teases you about the dangers of not peeing after sex. Remus makes worried faces whenever your expression changes and offers to bring a bag along on the drive in case you’re sick. When you try to walk out of the bathroom and wobble, James is quick with an arm around your back.

“C’mere, lovie.” He lifts you up into his arms. Clearly he’s trying to be gentle, but you moan anyway, pressing your forehead to his shoulder against a bout of dizziness.

“Oh, I know,” Sirius coos. “You’re alright, baby. We’ll get you feeling better soon.”

“I’m never letting any of you put it in me again,” you joke weakly.

To your surprise, it’s Remus who laughs the loudest.

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