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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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Til death do us part

Sirius Black x Reader

w/c 1880

{ 15 years had passed since you last saw the love of your life. Every single day you had spent missing him, wishing he was back by your side. Only when that chance finally came, it was ripped away from you cruelly. Now you had to live with that. }

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When Sirius went away to Azkaban, you felt like your life was over. This was the man you had been pining for for years throughout Hogwarts. The one who only became yours after your best friends pushed you two oblivious people together before your NEWTs. The man who you had planned to spend your life with. He was snatched away from you in seconds and you didn’t have a moment to process any of it.

Never did you think Sirius would harm your friends, not once did that thought cross your mind. If someone was to ask you, you would tell them they were crazy. But it seemed like everyone was convinced, even Remus; that stung the most, and you knew it would have hurt your lover too had he known. But you didn’t think he ever would, he was never supposed to get out of that bastard place.

But of course, Sirius Black, of the noble house of Black, never settled for regular.

You had heard the rumours about his escape from Azkaban, but you had no idea how true they were. No one had ever done it before, and it didn’t surprise you that your love would be smart enough to be the first; he was always exceptional. But, it did hurt that even free (or as free as an on-the-run prisoner could be) he hadn’t come to see you. You had never left the home you got together right out of Hogwarts, so he knew where to find you, or at very least could have sent you a letter or something.

The only way you had those rumours confirmed, was through Remus Lupin. The two of you, despite the difference in opinion about your lover, stayed in touch over the years. After the war, there was only the two of you left, you had to stick by one another. You were all each other had.

A letter was sent to you sometime in early ninety-three. He detailed the events that had happened at Hogwarts. You were informed Sirius was free, and he had met Harry, and all the shocking information concerning Peter Pettigrew that you never thought you would hear. It was something you needed, the confirmation that your lover was innocent as you had always believed him to be, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear that one of your old friends was not only alive, but the reason for the loss of two of your best friends and your lover.

Knowing he was out there in the world, in the country you were in, kept you on edge every single day. You didn’t know when he might possibly turn up at your doorstep, or find some way to contact you, but it seemed you overestimated him. He never did.

In fact, the first time you saw him in a decade and a half, was when you were called along with the order to help Harry and his friends out of a tough situation with a group of death eaters. The fight had been hectic, and you had barely managed to get out of it okay, but you were with the belief that everything was fine. The death eaters had been spooked and scared off for now, and all the order members and kids were okay.

Now, your guard was let down, wand tucked into your pocket when your eyes landed on his figure. It felt like all the air left your lungs. Your fellow members of the order knew to leave you for a moment, as did the kids in the surrounding area.

“Oh, my god,” you muttered, tears welling in your eyes at the sight of him. Seeing his face, how he’d aged, made you feel emotions you couldn’t begin to explain. You assumed he was feeling the same way, what with the lazy smile that was aimed your way. It might not have been the greatest time for a lovers reunion, but there was no time like the present. “You’re here,” you whispered.

A smile crossed his face, his arms opening to beckon you into a hug. You didn’t wait, rushing towards him despite the people around. It was the first hug the two of you had been able to have in almost two decades, and there was no way it could ever make up for all that lost time. But you could surely try.

His head was tucked into your neck, one of your hands keeping it in place there. Your other was feeling over the long strands of his hair. He had always had hair on the longer side, but never quite this length. It suited him, him and his older, handsome features. Your Sirius has always been so beautiful.

He was squeezing you against him so tightly that you almost couldn’t breathe, but you couldn’t say you minded. You were completely enveloped in him. It was exactly what you had been craving all these years. Now that you had it, you didn’t want it to go anywhere. You never wanted him to leave you ever again. In your own selfish way, if you could, you would keep him locked away with you forever. All to yourself.

“I missed you,” he whispered, pulling back to be able to look over your face. This close you were able to notice the way his eyes were watering like yours. His features had changed ever so slightly, which was what happened when life hit you as hard as it did him, but those big brown eyes were the same ones you fell in love with, as was that dazzling smile of his. Despite the obvious ageing, he was still the boyish Sirius you once knew. “Godric, I missed you so much.”

His words were what broke the dam. Your tears began to fall, a sob tumbling past your lips as things began to sink in. “I can’t believe you’re really here. I love you so much,” you cried, lips connecting with his. It was easy to fall back into that ease of kissing him. It wasn’t like you had spent any time away from each other at all. You were grateful that even after all the hardships, your love for one another hadn’t faltered.

He pulled back first, not able to stand not being able to see your face right now. You sniffled quietly, heart fluttering when he reached up to wipe your tears, leaving his hands cupping your face. “Never leave me for that long again,” you threatened, playfully.

“That fifteen years was too long for you?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, brushing some of the long strands of his hair out of his eyes. You hadn’t even thought it was that long, but now that he said it it felt even more unbelievable. “Fifteen years…” you muttered. “Merlin, we must look so old,” you whined.

He chuckled, but shook his head. “You look as beautiful as the day I met you.” You knew he meant those words wholeheartedly. The love in his eyes when he spoke them was clear. He always knew how to make you feel like a shy school girl, experiencing some puppy love.

You turned your head, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand that was resting on your cheek. Neither of you wanted to say anything else, just wanted to look at each other for a while. There was a small smile on his face as he did so, his thumb stroking over your cheekbone affectionately. Though you would have loved nothing more than for the two of you to stay like that forever, you needed to hold him again. So with a slight bit of force, you tugged him back into your arms, holding his body close to you.

There was a faint yell in the background of your moment, one that you almost ignored, and you wished you could have, had Sirius’ entire body not suddenly gone limp in your arms.

“Sirius?” you quizzed. Your heart rate was picking up, fearing the worst when he didn’t respond to the first call of his name. “Sirius?” you tried again, your voice wavering this time out of pure fear. It was a terrifying prospect to pull away from him, to see what it was that was causing this sudden silence. You hadn’t spent all this time waiting to get him back, just for this to happen to you the moment he was yours again.

Before you could look at him, you looked at some of those around you, who were avoiding eye contact. In your mind that meant this was bad.

“No,” you whimpered under your breath. Briefly, your hand brushed over his hair, trying to savour your last possible moments if this was it. With a sharp inhale, you pulled back, noticing the glassy look in his eyes. He still had a smile plastered to his face, for your own feelings more than his. “No!” you insisted.

He was barely there, clearly dying– that’s how quickly the unforgivable curses worked– but it seemed like he was present enough to say one final thing. “I love you,” he whispered.

There was nothing you could do but watch as he succumbed to the veil in the archway. A yell tore through your throat as your knees buckled. The sight of your lover being taken away from you once again, only permanently this time around, was something you thought would be engraved in your brain forever. If you thought losing him the first time was hard, you were going to be in a whole new wave of pain now.

A set of arms encased your body before you could harshly meet the ground, ones that you tried to fight at first. But it didn’t take long for all the fight to leave your body when it became too much to bear. Only did you find it was Remus when he spoke to you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

The familiar feeling of comfort, the one you had been receiving from Sirius only moments earlier, is what brought on your tears. “It’s not fair,” you cried. Your tears were soaking your friend’s shirt, but he didn’t show that he cared at all. He was trying to help, but you didn’t think there was any possible way he could help. You thought he might have been shedding some tears of his own, that were getting lost in your hair, but you were unsure.

“I know,” he whispered.

“It’s not fair!” You didn’t know who had cast the spell, but you were certain someone in the room did. And in that very moment, you promised yourself you would find whoever it was and they would pay for what they did. You wanted them to suffer, like you had for so long, and you were going to make sure it happened no matter what. There was not a shot in hell that you would let his death be in vain. Sirius Black deserved so much more than he ever had in his life. And you had always been the one to try and change that, that wasn’t going to stop now. Whether the rest of the order helped or not, you would get your revenge for this.

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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Til death do us part

Sirius Black x Reader

w/c 1880

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But of course, Sirius Black, of the noble house of Black, never settled for regular.

“That fifteen years was too long for you?” he teased.

There was a faint yell in the background of your moment, one that you almost ignored, and you wished you could have, had Sirius’ entire body not suddenly gone limp in your arms.

Before you could look at him, you looked at some of those around you, who were avoiding eye contact. In your mind that meant this was bad.

He was barely there, clearly dying– that’s how quickly the unforgivable curses worked– but it seemed like he was present enough to say one final thing. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I know,” he whispered.

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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In the stands

Remus Lupin x Reader

w/c 2686

{ Remus always hated being dragged to his friend’s quidditch practises, but after he meets you that opinion changes entirely. He’s almost as excited as James to attend them afterwards. Who knew he could find himself a girlfriend in those stands? }

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The issue with being friends with James Potter was that he insisted at least one of his friends comes to watch his quidditch practice. Practices started at ridiculous times of the morning, so early that Remus was sure he hadn’t even slept when James started shaking him to tell him it was his turn to join him.

He could’ve sworn it was actually Sirius’ turn, but when he finally built the will to get out of bed he noticed the bastard had snuck away at some point in the night. He scoffed at the sight of the empty bed, throwing on his clothes for the day angrily before following a much too energetic James Potter out to the quidditch pitch.

He probably looked dead, especially next to James. Every few minutes he was rubbing his fists in his tired eyes to try and wake himself up a little bit more. Him and Prongs parted after he met up with the rest of his team, ready to step right back into his role as captain of the Gryffindor team, meanwhile Remus took to the task of the many, many stairs. What certainly did help him wake up was the sight of someone else in the stands. He tried to get a better look, but he didn’t want to seem creepy or anything.

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In the stands

Remus Lupin x Reader

w/c 2686

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Remus didn’t encounter many people in the Gryffindor stands during quidditch practices. He certainly had never seen you before, but now that he had he couldn’t say he wanted you to go. He didn’t recall ever even seeing you around Hogwarts, he noted there were a few students like that. Ones who were so quiet and reserved that they went completely unnoticed by others. But he thought he would have remembered such a beautiful face.

He didn’t realise he was staring until you made eye contact. He saw you shift uncomfortably before you opened your mouth to say something. “Are you okay?”

He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck as his skin tinted slightly pink out of embarrassment. “Sorry, um— Just don’t normally see anyone up here at this time.” You probably thought he was so weird already, a lot of people did, especially when they compared Remus to the rest of the Marauders; they thought he was nothing like them.

You smiled, looking back at the students on their brooms flying around the pitch. “My friend just got on the team, she sort of made me come.” He was glad to know his friend wasn’t the only intolerable one when it came to this kind of stuff.

He nodded. “Yeah, mine too. He’s the obnoxious captain,” he pointed out, nodding over to James who was certainly living up to the name his friend had given him. When your eyes caught sight of James doing all kinds of flips and spins you couldn’t help but laugh, the boy wasn’t kidding when he described his friend.

Besides the ridiculous early time of the morning, the only other thing you were bothered about was the fact that there was nothing really to do. On the days it wasn’t too cold to even move, you had no idea what you could sit for numerous hours to do. “These practices go on forever right?” you asked. You watched him nod in confirmation. “So what d’you do the whole time? ‘M already so bored and its barely even started.”

He shrugged. “Sometimes I read, or I’ll do homework. Taken a nap once or twice on days he got me up really early, usually for a cup match or something.” Today he had planned to read, hence the muggle romance novel he was carrying in his bag, one he had gotten over the summer while at home. But now he thought his plans may be a little different if you had any say in it; he wasn’t going to sit and complain about it though.

You smiled. “Well, maybe we can do those things together from now on,” you suggested. He certainly liked the sound of that. Remus wasn’t much of a social person, nor did he ever tend to get crushes on people, especially this quickly; but you may be an exception.

“Are you gonna be here for every practice?” he asked. His friends would probably find it concerning that he was suddenly prepared to attend all these early morning quidditch practices with James after so many years of complaining and protesting against them, but that was an issue he would come to address at a later date when he figured out an excuse.

With a dramatic sigh, you nodded. “Probably. None of our other friends would be willing to do this for her. They value their sleep too much.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, mine too.”

“Well, I think we’re gonna become really good friends. I’m Y/N.” You offered out your hand for him to shake, finally properly introducing yourself.

He took it with a dumb smile, trying to ignore the fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach that the gesture brought him. “Remus.”

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The next time James had an early morning practice, it obviously wasn’t Remus’ turn to go. He had been the last unfortunate boy to be dragged along, Wormy being the victim this time around. But actually this time around Remus was up even earlier than James in eager ‘teen boy with a crush’ fashion.

When James woke up that morning he was pleasantly surprised, if not a little confused. As was Peter who had been woken up alongside his friend to take his turn. He didn’t question it though, Wormtail just accepted whatever was happening and took off right back to bed. Prongs certainly questioned it though while he was gathering his gear together.

“So, how come you’re finally excited to come with me?”

That was the question Remus had been dreading. He hadn’t had time to come up with a good enough lie that would convince Prongs there was no ulterior motive. So he stuck with the basics. “Just wanted to support my best friend, s’all.”

He narrowed his brows suspiciously. James was trying to decipher if he was being genuine or not but Remus was known amongst friends and peers for being hard to read. He eventually gave up and just accepted it was true, though it probably wasn’t because it seemed much too good to be true. But he would cherish it while he could.

“‘Preciate it, Moony. But we should get going, you can fawn over me later.” He clapped his hand on his taller friend's back who was just wrapping his red and gold scarf around his neck. It was near freezing outside and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand it if he wasn’t completely wrapped up. His friend was practically shoving him out of the door so fast after that comment that he didn’t even have time to clap back, and he probably would have been angry about it had he not been so excited to see you again.

The walk to the pitch wasn’t far, and it felt even shorter while it was filled with jokes and laughter between the two friends. James had never seen his companion in such high spirits so early, but whatever change had happened he was certainly grateful for. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Sirius killed him the next time he tried to wake him up at this time, but if Remus was now willingly coming with him that issue was being avoided.

The two friends parted ways when James caught sight of his team, leaving Moony to go and situate himself up in the stands where he would have to find something to occupy him for the next couple hours. He had hoped that said ‘thing�� would be there before him today, but as he reached the top of the stairs to the Gryffindor stand he noticed it was barren.

As he sat alone in the stands for what felt like a while, he couldn’t help but wonder about you. Had you decided you didn’t want to come anymore because of him? Has something happened? Had you even been real or was he just so tired last time that he hallucinated you? They were all questions that swirled through his mind. If he hadn’t been thinking so hard he might have heard the footsteps approach, the ones that would put an end to his worry.

He only snapped out of it when he felt the presence of someone sitting beside him. He raised his head to find you there, smiling brightly at him with an energy he never possessed in the early mornings. “Morning, Remus.”

“Hi, morning.” He flashed you a warm smile, and if you looked close enough you would have been able to see the adoration in his eyes when he looked at you. You took the seat beside him, closer than you were sitting the last time you were here. You thought that was more acceptable now you were no longer strangers.

“I brought you some hot chocolate,” you said, holding out one of the cups you’d brought with you. He struggled to find something to say at first, and it worried you a little bit. Did he not like hot chocolate? Had you overstepped? “I-I didn’t even ask if you liked it, sorry. I just thought ‘cause it was cold, and–”

“Thank you,” he interrupted, a light blush tinting his cheeks as he took the spare cup from you. “I appreciate it.”

Your nerves quickly settled as the pair of you fell into easy chatter, talking about what you’d done in the past few days, how your classes were going and about the practice itself panning out in front of your eyes. You were talking until it was over, though you didn’t realise for a second that you had been having a conversation for even nearly that long.

The two of you didn’t really want to say goodbye, drawing out the walk down the many stairs of the quidditch stands for as long as you could. There wasn’t too much conversation between you both, but there was enough that you weren’t ever in silence. When you finally reached the bottom of the steps, the chatter of the quidditch team was much louder. Your friend would be leaving any minute, so you had to get any final words in now.

“Well, surprisingly, for six am I had fun,” you told him. He flashed you a shy smile. “Yeah, me too.”

There was a little bit of an awkward silence now that neither of you knew exactly what to say, but it was cut short by your friend approaching with a loud call of your name. Unlike Remus with James, you did tell her about the interaction you had had with the tall boy during their last practice, and now that she had seen you two talking again you were sure she was going to want all the details from this time around as well. “Are you ready to go?” she asked, coming to a slow in front of the two of you.

You nodded, glancing back to look at Remus. “I’ll see you next time?” you asked, waiting to receive confirmation. He was quick to nod, giving you reassurance before you and your friend turned to leave. “See you later, Remus.”

He was alone for barely a few seconds before the Potter boy was sneaking up behind him, making his presence known with his booming voice right in his friend’s ear. “Who was that?” James asked, slinging his arm around the taller boy’s shoulders. Remus turned his nose up, muttering something about how bad Prongs smelled so bad after all the exercise he had done. His friend didn’t care, refusing to take back his arm just to make it that much worse.

On topic of the question though, Remus was just trying to buy time so he could think of something to say. He didn’t want to tell his friend about his crush, nor did he want him to know you were the reason that he was so eager to join him this morning. “No one, jus’ friends with someone on the team, I think.”

He hummed, completely unconvinced but he would get to the bottom of it eventually. “She’s cute,” James said. “You should ask her out.” He knew what he was doing, he just needed to see Remus blush to know his suspicions were confirmed; and of course Moony did just that.

“Yeah,” he muttered, glancing in the direction you left in. “Maybe.”

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Over the course of the quidditch season, you and Remus spent every practice together in the stands. You were obviously supposed to be there to cheer on your respective friends, but talking to the other seemed much more enjoyable.

You grew a lot closer, even being introduced to James on one occasion after he caught you mid conversation when flying around the pitch. That had been an awkward moment for Remus as he tried to insist his friend shut up before the dreaded teasing arrived. And it was safe for you to assume it happened after you parted; when you saw Remus again in passing at dinner that evening his cheeks were temporarily tinted a deep crimson.

Ever since that day the boy had been teasing him, growing worse and worse every time he watched the two of you converse while he was training. He encouraged Remus to spill his feelings on more than one occasion, but the boy was too much of a wimp to consider it. Moony was known amongst his friends for being pretty oblivious when it came to girls, and this was yet another example in practice.

James kept reminding him that the quidditch season was nearly over, and if he didn’t confess soon then all the precious time you spent together was going to be no more. He hated that thought, Remus had come to enjoy the practices he was ‘dragged’ to, and found it a little sad that they were so quickly over.

He knew he needed to get himself together and just tell you how he felt before he lost the opportunity, but he was so nervous that he really couldn’t bring himself to do it. Thankfully, you had more courage than he did.

During the last quidditch match everyone was in high spirits. Gryffindor had won the quidditch cup and festivities were starting. The common room had been decorated with red and gold and there were smiles plastered on everyone's faces. Some people had found themselves drinks, cups filled to the brim with firewhiskey, others were fawning over the members of the team, James having found himself cornered with a small fan club.

You and Remus had found yourselves in another corner together, the only time outside of the quidditch stands that you have actually held a conversation. It was pleasant to speak to you in an entirely different atmosphere, and Remus found that he was actually a lot calmer around you now that he had a couple drinks in his system. Still not quite enough to ask you out though.

You were the one to approach the conversation and he could practically feel the mood changing around you both. “Remus?” you called. He hummed, eyes drifting to you from where he had been watching James try to fend off some fawning girls to get to Lily. You were second guessing yourself, but the silly smile on his face only confirmed that you wanted to ask. “I was wondering if maybe you’d want to go t’ Hogsmeade with me, sometime?”

His eyes widened, and seemingly all the alcohol in his system evaporated. You grew more and more nervous the longer he took to give a response, but in truth he was just trying to process the fact that you felt the same way he did. Turns out James had been right; he would never tell him that though, his ego was big enough.

“Y-You don’t have to. I just thought–” He cut you off, “I would love to.”

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Grow old with me

Remus Lupin x Muggle!Reader

w/c 1140

{ After meeting Remus’ parents you realise how badly you want to be in love with the man for the rest of your life just like they are. Lucky for you he’d just as sold on the idea of growing old with you. }

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Remus Lupin never had a strict preference when it came to who he wished to fall in love with one day. He wasn’t one of those people that insisted he would only date a witch, that was aided by the fact he grew up around muggles for most of his life, and he was glad in the long run because he fell in love with the most charming muggle he’d ever met. He just knew you were the one right from the beginning, it didn’t matter how young you both were.

Magic was still fairly new to you. There was the obvious law against exposing magic to muggles, at least until a wizard married said muggle, but Remus had wanted to be completely honest with you from the get-go. You were shocked at first, didn’t believe him, but as he showed you more and more spells, even his wand, you slowly started to believe him.

You didn’t exactly understand for a while, it was hard to wrap your head around that magic was real and not some made up fantasy thing in children’s stories, but it got easier with time. Plus it helped the more he introduced you to others, whether that was other ‘muggles’ as he called them, who too had been thrust into the Wizarding world, or his friends who were also wizards who were really friendly.

The most help actually came from his parents. They had been just like you, a wizard who had fallen in love with a muggle and their lives had changed forever. Meeting his parents for the first time had gone smoothly. His mother told you all about how she knew what it was like to be thrust into some magical world and that it certainly got easier, but even if it didn’t it was a hundred percent worth the difficulty to be with the man you loved.

Your eyes drifted to Remus as his father spoke, unable to stop yourself from admiring him. He looked so pretty when he was concentrating, the sparkle in his eyes as his parents recited the story of how they met. The little creases in the corners of his eyes as he grinned so widely. His angelic laugh that echoed around the room. The way his hand mindlessly played with your fingers on the table, letting you know you were still lingering in the back of his mind even when he was distracted.

At some point he caught you staring, his cheeks tinting crimson with the knowledge you had got lost admiring him, and yours heating up knowing you’d been caught. You weren’t embarrassed by the fact, you were very openly in love with the man in front of you, but the look in his eye was enough to make you fall in love all over again.

Neither of you saw the way Hope was looking at you, nudging her husband so he too could see as you shared a look that reminded them of themselves all those years ago. They may have only just met you, but it didn’t take a genius to tell you were completely smitten with each other. If their son was happy, and Merlin did he look it, then that was all that mattered to them.

The rest of dinner went by just as perfectly as the first part. You made small talk with his parents like you’d known them for years. Lyall even tried to impress you with his– as he called it, extensive muggle knowledge he got from marrying Hope. You and her just laughed through his poor attempts at explaining muggle technology, Remus shaking his head in slight embarrassment. But you had to admit it was charming, you understood where your lover got his personality from.

Heading home that night you were in high spirits, arm locked in your boyfriend’s as he took you back to his flat via the floo network. You were positive you’d never get used to the sensation like he said you would, your stomach still churned each time you stepped into one of the fireplaces to go somewhere. But it was worth it considering you wouldn’t have to walk the long journey back in the cold, dark, evening.

You asked the question you’d been dreading once you were changed into comfier clothes and shuffling your way around Remus’ bedroom to get ready for bed. “Do you think they liked me?”

His eyes almost bulged out of his head, a scoff tearing from his throat out of pure disbelief. “Y/N, they might love you more than I do already.” He was being nothing but truthful. He was unsure if he’d ever seen his parents as happy to meet someone in their son’s life, or if anyone he’d brought home had ever made such a good impression. The first time he’d brought James and Sirius home from Hogwarts one summer, they’d accidentally broken one of Hope’s vases when a spell backfired. Safe to say first impressions hadn’t gone well.

You turned your head away from him in order to hide your grin. You were beaming and your face was as warm as your heart in the moment. You were glad you’d been able to make such a good impression on the most important people in his life. It also helped that Hope made you feel so comfortable being in the same boat as you as a muggle. Plus Lyall didn’t have a negative word to say about muggles, unlike many wizards Remus had encountered in his life.

“I really like them too. You never told me your parents were such sweethearts.”

The topic was left there until some time had passed. During which the two of you had gotten comfortable in bed, planning on going to sleep after some light conversation you made. But there was one thought that you just couldn’t let go off, it was keeping you awake due to the flutters it was causing in your gut.

“Rem?” you whispered, not faulting in the shapes you traced on his chest. He was nearly asleep before he heard your voice, feeling so soothed by the atmosphere of love and calm energy in the room. He barely heard you at first, but then his mind caught up and he was humming in response before he even processed he was; it was just too easy to drift off when you were in his arms.

“D’you think we’ll be like your parents?” you asked, a soft smile plastered on your face. His brows furrowed, not entirely understanding what you meant. “Will we still be in love if we stay together as long as them?”

He smiled down at you tiredly, brushing his lips against your forehead affectionately. “Oh yeah, want you to grow old with me, Y/N. You’re not getting away from me that easily.”

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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Daisy

Dad!James Potter x reader

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{ Who knew the sweet gesture tied into a school boy crush could lead to the best thing in a man’s life. James Potter certainly never suspected he would have a baby with you, not after the years of rejection you put him through. But now she was here and the word ‘daisy’ had an even more beautiful meaning. }

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James Potter had always been in love with you. From the day he first met you during your first year at Hogwarts when you were both sorted into Gryffindor house during the grand feast, he was head over heels. But you didn’t exactly give him the time of day those first few years, you thought he was too much of a troublemaker after the reputation he built for himself as one of the mischievous Marauders.

Just because you didn’t give him the time of day though, didn’t mean he didn’t try and get your attention. He was always flirting, pulling romantic gestures and performing sweet little actions that were supposed to woo you into falling for him. You wouldn’t say they worked effectively, but after so long they certainly did start to soften your heart a little.

But he noticed that one specific gesture always did the best job at turning you a little soft and it ended up becoming his signature. Every time James Potter saw you, he would give you a daisy. Not always one that he pulled out of thin air with magic, or one individual ones. Sometimes there were entire bouquets he’d picked right from the ground. No matter how many they were, you always kept them in a vase in your dorm, a fact he didn’t know until Lily Evans told him after she was sick of you pretending you didn’t like James back.

The problem wasn’t ever that you disliked the teen, he was sweet, pretty, charming. You just thought a relationship was the least of your worries when you needed to focus on your studies. You were at Hogwarts to learn and become a better witch, not get distracted by some boy.

But things don’t always go to plan. You could still remember the first time he gave you a flower. He was shy, barely thirteen years, trying out something his friend had suggested. Remus, not Sirius. Only he would know what would truly win a girl’s heart, he was the more compassionate of the two. Plus all the romance novels he read helped. Sirius would have never been as much help as that, not if he wanted to actually get anywhere. And you had kept the flower by your bed for days, until it died even.

Over time, after seeing the way your eyes sparkled when he presented you with the flower, he got more confident, his gestures were working. That didn’t mean he put a stop to all his other flirting and gentlemanly actions, like opening doors for you, pulling out your chair for you or offering to carry your bag back to the common room; he just put more effort into the one he knew was working.

He would make a big deal out of it to see you get all flustered, he took that as an indicator of progress rather than a deterrence. But it didn’t really matter, either way there was always something in your dorm that reminded you of him day or night. Your redhead friend was a menace when it came down to that specific detail. Every time James considered giving up, she was right there to tell him about the fondness in your eye when you saw the vase of daisies beside your bed.

She’d never tell you she did so, she didn’t want you knowing in case you got angry with her. Though deep down you both knew you really did reciprocate some of the feelings, so there was nothing really to get mad at. And after one bad encounter with some awful students you were ready to confess those feelings yourself.

You had a horrible day. By association of being a Gryffindor, you didn’t really get on with most Slytherins. The ones who couldn’t get over their delusion of blood purity were the worst, so bad that they targeted even the quietest, most innocent members of the house they despised if they didn’t deem them pure enough. Part of their sudden attack on you was due to your half-blood status, though they did inform you it was also due to the budding friendship between you and James Potter. The specific group of students had a quite well known rivalry with each of the Marauders. However you never suspected some simple flirting with the Potter boy would have affected you quite like this.

You had been minding your own business, navigating your way between charms and potions in a rush, having found yourself accidentally late. That’s where they’d cornered you, ignoring your attempts at insisting you hadn’t done anything wrong and you were going to be late. Snape was ruthless when it came to punishments, they (with him as their head of house) should know better than anyone.

They insisted though. That resulted in insults and hexes being thrown your way for as long as the corridor stayed empty. Thankfully it wasn’t long, a few older Ravenclaws having heard all the commotion the students had been causing and becoming your saviours. After that you ditched your class altogether, rushing back to your dorm where you planned on hiding out for however long you could, you decided the punishment was worth it after the way they made you feel. Though strangely enough you found yourself craving James and his comfort, something you hadn’t done before when you were sad and you had no explanation.

James hadn’t expected to see you. You just knocked on his dorm door and asked Sirius, who opened it, if you could speak with him. He didn’t even know anything had happened until his friend stepped out of the way to show you with puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks and a little bit of blood on your face. He immediately jumped into protective mode, you may not have been his girlfriend but he still cared for you immensely.

“Hey, what happened?” he asked, leading you over to his bed where he thought you’d prefer to sit. He didn’t sit next to you like you thought he would, no instead he knelt down in front of you, taking your hands into his. This form of interacting with him just felt so much more intimate. The way he was looking at you felt intimate.

You sniffled. “Some Slytherins. Said something about you and me and then just started hexing me.” Those words angered him, but they also drew his eyes back to the blood staining your cheek from where one of the spells must have hit too deep. “Let me clean that up.” You didn’t protest, just nodded your head and let him do what he needed to. He grabbed a damp cloth to clean up your face, wiping away the traces of tears too. “‘M sorry for what happened, but I do have something I think might cheer you up.” Your eyebrows raised, watching his every move as he pulled out his wand. Using his magic he cast a simple spell you’d seen a hundred times by this point in your sixth year. He conjured a daisy for you.

“A flower, for my flower,” he said, offering you a sweet smile that did a good job at stopping the tears from actively flowing. You wiped them away with the backs of your hands, sniffling quietly as you offered James a sweet smile. “Thank you.” You took the bouquet from him with a warm heart, almost forgetting all about the Slytherins.

Your smile turned into laughter when you heard Sirius fake gag at what he deemed ‘disgusting sweet talk’, he claimed he didn’t need to hear all that couple stuff. James was happy to hear you laugh, even encouraged his dark-haired friend to keep the jokes coming at his expense to help brighten your mood.

You didn’t consciously know it, but that was the day you properly fell in love with James Potter.

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Four years later and all of James’ attempts to show his love for you worked. With a little encouragement from Lily, you finally admitted the feelings you’d been hiding for so long. Ones you probably had long before you admitted it to yourself, nevermind him. He was over the moon that day, all of his pining was finally rewarded and he was officially with the girl of his dreams.

Neither of you would have ever imagined this was where you would be now though. Married for around a year and having your first child.

Some people might have thought it was fast, but neither of you ever doubted your love for each other after all you went through to start dating. James only continued to prove his infatuation as time went on; you were the only woman for him. He couldn’t imagine anyone else having his child. And when he looked at that little girl for the first time, he was in love.

She made her surprise appearance just a few days before your due date. You and James had been cooking together; which really consisted of him cooking and you sitting down watching. It caught you off guard, one minute you were laughing at his poor imitation of a chef and the next he was reminding you how you had been told to breathe to ease the pain of your contractions. It all happened much faster than you expected, and it felt like neither of you could take a breath until you finally saw her. After all that time and all the pain, she was finally here and more perfect than you could have ever imagined.

It hadn’t taken long for James to climb into the hospital bed for you. He simply insisted that the chair beside the bed wasn’t physically close enough for his liking. Which led you to where you were now. You against his chest with his arms around you and your yet-to-be named baby girl sleeping calmly in your arms.

Neither of you could stop looking at her for even a second. “Merlin, she’s beautiful,” James cooed, caressing her cheek with his knuckles. She slightly shifted in your arms, your husband freezing, scared he’d woken the poor mere four hour old baby. “What are we going to name her?”

It was something the two of you hadn’t prepared. Everything else was ready but arguably the most important part; the name. You were always putting it off because you didn’t know, you thought it was a big decision considering she was going to be stuck with it for the rest of her life. You needed it to be absolutely perfect. Only now you had put it off so long that she was here in the world, with still no name.

But now that she was in your arms and you were staring at her face, which was an exact mix of you and James, one name just felt right.

“What about Daisy?” you suggested, glancing over to him to try and gauge a reaction. A soft smile spread across his face as he muttered the name to himself a few times. The sentimental meaning behind it was enough to convince him, but he couldn’t say he wouldn’t like it if it wasn’t for that. It was a pretty name for a pretty baby.

The memories of your Hogwarts days flickered through his mind, tears springing to his eyes as he nodded. “Yeah, Daisy’s perfect.”

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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Twins?

Dad!Remus x Reader

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{ You and Remus thought you were prepared for everything when it came to having a baby. But apparently there were many more things you had yet to consider, like the possibility of having twins or Remus’ lycanthropy being passed down. }

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You and Remus thought you were prepared for everything that could fly at you with your pregnancy. If you could both soldier on through the multiple full moons that would happen throughout the nine months you were carrying your bundle of joy, then surely you could handle anything, right?

A baby name had been picked, a nursery had been decorated, a house baby and werewolf proofed and of course all of her aunts and uncles were ready to meet her. Specifically her uncle Padfoot who was convinced he would be the favourite, not if James had anything to say about it though.

The only slight issue you’d had was one that happened before you even got pregnant. Remus was absolutely terrified of having kids just in case his Lycanthropy was passed down. Neither of you knew if it was possible, your husband wasn’t born a werewolf so it wasn’t as straight forward. But you assured him that even if one of your offspring ended up a werewolf like him, that you wouldn’t care, you would do everything you could to accommodate both of them however they needed. Thankfully it was enough to convince him it was worth the risk, and maybe by the time your kids were old enough to show the signs of lycanthropy there would be some kind of cure.

And now here you were just over a year later, supposed to be having a quiet night with your love when you felt the tell tale signs you had been told to look out for when going into labour.

Remus didn’t notice your discomfort at first, you yourself tried to ignore it, assuming it was just the baby kicking or something. But it only grew worse from there, and the wet patch growing on your pyjama bottoms made it quite clear that this was the real deal.

“Remmy, babe, I think it’s time,” you muttered, inhaling deeply like your husband had read you needed to to try and get through the incoming pain labour was bringing you. Remus had never moved so fast in his entire life, rushing around your home like you were going to pop out your baby that very second. You knew you had time, just not a lot of it, but it was cute to see him so flustered while trying his best to remember everything you needed, while simultaneously comforting you when another wave of searing pain swept your body.

“Okay, let’s get going, my love.”

Right from when you went into labour he was by your side the entire time. Not that you expected any less from him considering how loving and doting he was every day of your relationship and prior, but to still be standing there holding your hand through arguably the worst experience of your life, meant a lot. You finally got the chance to understand how he felt when you stuck by him through his painful transformations, insisting he needed that comfort. It was a love like no other.

One thing you hadn’t expected though was the shock of being told you weren’t having only one baby. That piece of information seemed to be left until the last minute, when you were informed that in fact you were having two.

It was much more work after the initial shock and Remus admired how strong you were, but in the end you were both happy with the knowledge that you had two healthy, happy baby girls. Even if one of them wasn’t planned until now, you and your husband were still going to love both of them with your entire beings. They were already your everything.

“What’re we going to do about names? We only had the one picked out.” Of course he was referring to your prior choice of ‘Hope,’ a little homage to his mother that you insisted upon. His eyes sparkled as he looked down at the baby girls sleeping in their hospital cots. They were the most perfect little things he had ever seen, and he helped create those. You motioned for him to bring them over one at a time, nearly overflowing with excitement at the prospect of telling him the other names you thought of. Although he was happy to settle on the one, there had been a few others swirling in your mind over the last few months, ones you thought he might adore, and you couldn’t make your mind up; at least now you didn’t have to.

One of the gorgeous babies was carried over to you by your husband, the man ever so gently laying her in your arms. Even at a mere few hours old, she looked so much like her dad. “Merlin, she’s basically your twin, nevermind her sisters,” you chuckled.

If you weren’t paying attention to your husband, you wouldn’t have noticed the look of pure fear that crossed his features at your words. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“W-What if she, uh, what if I passed it down? Surely if she looks like me then she got more of my DNA and—“

He was freaking himself out. Of all places to check if your baby had inherited the trait he despised so much, the hospital was probably the best place you could be. You didn’t know how many more times you’d have to reassure him about this until he truly understood that you didn’t care, but you were willing to do it again and again if that’s what he needed to relax. You interrupted before he could get himself too worked up about it. “Rem, I told you, we will deal with it if it happens. We will find a way.”

You could almost visibly see his heart rate dropping down to a reasonable number, his chest heaving as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. He didn’t want to startle your babies of all things. He didn’t scoop up your second baby until he was positive he was composed enough to show her nothing but love.

He was careful when bringing her into his arms, cooing at her quietly when she started to wake. He couldn’t ignore that this one, this other perfect little girl looked exactly like you rather than him, it was like you had made her completely by yourself and my was she beautiful.

During the time he had found himself distracted by the baby, you had shuffled over in your hospital bed so he could climb in beside you. You didn’t think him sitting in the chair beside your bed was allowing him to be close enough. You needed him to be right by your side while you admired your two girls properly for the first time ever.

“Look at them,” he muttered, glancing between the two tiny faces with the widest grin on his face you had ever seen anyone possess. You did exactly what he said, admiring each little girl with the same intensity, kissing their heads sweetly. “They’re perfect,” he said.

“I’ve had some other names in my head lately, thought you might like to hear them.” He nodded, still very deeply entranced with the baby girl in his arms. She was the one of the two who had woken up, pretty hazel eyes staring curiously up at her father. Seeing as he was so entranced by her, you began with her. “I was thinking of Hope Selene Lupin,” you gently rubbed her cheek for emphasis, watching your love’s head raise at the sound of the addition to your already chosen name. Selene being an obvious reference to the Greek Goddess of the moon. “And, Luna Andromeda Lupin.”

“Moon and star related names?” He smiled, falling impossibly more in love with you right then and there on the spot. You hummed. “I thought it was still a sweet way to honour your mother, and a reminder of the part of you that I love, even if you hate it.”

For a few minutes he was speechless, his words stolen and replaced by the immense love he felt for you. He was positive he had never loved you more than in that moment. “I am so in love with you,” he whispered.

The way he was looking at you made your heart flutter, but it made you a little nervous because you were unsure how to react to being so loved by just one person. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him just as much, not by any means. But you couldn’t believe someone could feel the way about you that you felt about them. “Well I’d hope so, I am the mother of your children.” He grinned, leaning forward to kiss you. It was a quick gesture but you could feel the passion he was pouring into it, nearly making your heart explode. “I love you too, and I certainly love our beautiful babies.”

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You and Remus loved your girls to death. They were your entire world, but no one ever truly prepared you for how exhausting it was having a baby, nevermind two of them. For the last four years you had both dedicated all of your time to taking care of them and it was difficult. When one baby cried, so did the other. When one wanted attention or food, so did the other. On the rare occasion that the girls weren’t entirely in sync it could be even harder. You could be getting up in the middle of the night twice the amount of times you would be usually, those were the worst nights.

The only ‘breaks’ you got were the day of and the couple after the full moon every month. Yet they weren’t really breaks when you spent one day trying not to get killed by your husband, and the other two nursing him back to health after a painful and tiring transformation. You wouldn’t change it for the world though, it wasn’t his fault and until someone found a cure you would spend every month of your life caring for him when he needed you until the end.

With a wolf on your hands though, what you didn’t need was a call from your current babysitters with bad news. When you picked up the landline it sounded like chaos on the other end, your stomach sinking. It was James calling, informing you that there was an issue arising with one of your little ones, though it wasn’t the most brilliant of times. You were currently rubbing your husband’s back, muttering soothing words to him as he suffered through the premature effects of his shift.

“James, please slow down. What is going on?” you asked nervously.

He sighed. “I think little Rommy might have taken after her dad.” The words made your blood run cold, your hand freezing against your husband’s skin as you processed what he was saying.

Andromeda was possibly a werewolf like her father, and tonight was the full moon. Remus sensed the change in your mood from stressed to purely fearful and it began to worry him. Had James told you that something bad had happened with one of your babies, or both of your babies? Her uncles were stupid but they would never do anything that could harm your girls. He needed you to tell him as quickly as possible, the full moon in tow wasn’t helping with his irritability right now either. “W-What are you talking about?”

He chuckled. “Well, she’s currently trying to chew on Sirius’ leg. I don’t know about you but the only other person who I’ve ever seen do that is Moony.”

You huffed into the phone, looking down at your husband with a frown. You really were never going to get a break when it came to your busy life. You would never blame them at all, but now you had two werewolves and another toddler on your hands. “I’m on my way.”

You put down the phone and finally acknowledged that your husband was watching you. He waited for you to open your mouth and tell him first but when you didn’t he felt the need to press the matter.

“What’s happening?” he asked. His words were laced with pure fear but you couldn’t imagine the truth was going to make your love feel any more comforted. “Don’t freak out but, uh. Turns out one of our little rascals took after her dad.”

The way his eyes widened was almost comical, and it would’ve been if the circumstances were different. “Rommy’s currently trying to eat Sirius.”

Despite the fear lingering in his chest, he chuckled. “She’s definitely my daughter then.”

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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Sunday mornings

Dad!James Potter x Reader

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{ James loves Sunday mornings because its always the day of the week he gets to spend with his family. And he loves his perfect little family to the moon and back. }

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Sundays were James’ favourite day of the week. Most people hated them, they were the dreaded day before heading back to the working week, but to James they were family days and he couldn’t ask for anything better. Today specifically was one of his favourites, he was woken up by the smell of breakfast wafting around the bedroom and your fingers carding through his messy hair. You offered him a warm smile when his eyes fluttered open, pressing a loving kiss to his forehead.

“Morning, handsome.” The first thing he did was reach for his glasses that rested on the table beside the bed, slotting them on his face so he could clearly see you in all your beauty. When he had done so the way he was staring at you made you flustered, your skin growing warm. But even in his drowsy state he noticed, making grabby childlike hands at you so you would love on him.

He snaked his arms around your waist when you got closer, dropping a kiss to the top of your protruding belly, eyeing the tray on the middle of the bed that housed breakfast. “What’s all this for, my love?”

Your hands threaded in his hair once again as his head buried itself in your chest. You could hear his quiet hums and sounds of enjoyment whenever you would lightly scratch at his scalp in the way you knew he liked. “‘Ve been up for a while, this little one’s feeling very active today and keeps kicking their mummy.” You emphasised your words with a caress to the side of your belly, your husband watching as the little munchkin in there proved your point and kicked at that same area.

He chuckled, muttering something about that definitely being his baby. You had told him on more than just one occasion that he’s always kicking you in his sleep. Apparently that habit had been passed on to his children. “How’s the other one doing?” he asked, stealing one of the berries that sat atop one of the pancakes, popping it into his mouth while you scolded him.

“I’ll go and get him, then we can all share the food, James.” You made sure to emphasise that it was for you to share, so hopefully you didn’t come back to your room in only a few minutes to find it all gone. He was greedy like that.

You weren’t gone for long. Harry’s nursery was only across the hall from your room and the happy toddler was already awake and waiting to be collected by one of his parents. He lit up when he saw you, babbling quietly as you greeted him for the second time that morning. Usually he would have spent the morning with you while you did things around the house, but you were up exceptionally early today and after being fed he was still tired.

“Is my baby boy ready to see daddy?” you cooed, scooping him up and holding him on your hip. You entertained his nonsensical babbling with quiet gasps to urge him to continue until you entered your room again, finding your husband sitting up looking much more awake. He smiled at the sight of you and your son, his heart full and warm.

Harry suddenly got all excited and whiny when he saw James, insisting very stubbornly that you let him down so he could get to his dad. For a two year old he certainly was pushy. You did as he ‘ordered’, placing him on the bed so he could clumsily toddle over to your husband, who was more than happy to scoop up his little monster when he was close enough.

You loved to watch James interact with your son. There had never been any doubt in your mind before you had Harry that he wouldn’t be a good dad, he had all the characteristics already that were positive to make an amazing father. He was the stereotypical fun dad, that much you could tell from all of his pranks he and his friends pulled back in your Hogwarts days, which also meant Harry adored his uncles too for the same reason. But he was also so caring. You knew he always had been, but you never really knew how much he cared for his loved ones until he took in his best friend during his time of need when they were still only teens.

All of those traits were exhibited in every moment he had with your little boy. Even when he was teasing the dark haired child, or he was recruiting his help to prank you, he always made sure Harry’s safety was above anything else. He cared too much for his son to ever let him be harmed, by anything or anyone. You admired him for it all.

Stuck in your daydream you didn’t even notice your husband calling out to you, a tiny grin on his face that told you he was well aware you had found yourself lost in your thoughts again, something you did often. “Everything alright, my love?”

You nodded, climbing in beside him. “Perfect.” Harry looked at conflict within himself with whether he wanted to stay curled up in his dad’s lap like he already was, or be in yours instead. After a little while he decided on the latter, crawling over into your lap like the true mummy’s boy he was, being careful of your belly. It made you smile, your lips pressing against the top of his head. He knew he had a sibling on the way and he was just as excited to meet them as you two were. You already knew he was going to be a brilliant big brother.

“We should eat before the pancakes get cold,” you stated, nodding towards the tray that surprisingly your husband had left untouched. He hummed, watching as you reached over to grab a berry to offer to your little boy. Just like the one he’d stolen earlier when you’d been watching. “D’you want a blueberry, bubba?”

James just watched from beside you both with a fond smile as Harry nodded, the child watching you with sparkling eyes as he took the food like you were the most incredible thing on earth. He could in no way say he didn’t feel the same about you.

Yeah, he loved Sundays.

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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Puppy love

Sirius Black x Reader

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{ Sirius Black was a complete sucker for you and he didn’t care who knew it. He would do anything if it meant he could just sit there and stare at your pretty face for as long as you would let him }

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Sirius Black was utterly infatuated with you. You were well aware, he never closed his mouth long enough to keep it a secret, and the boy certainly wasn’t shy. Godric, the whole of Gryffindor knew about his large crush on you. But you had never allowed him to act on his feelings for you. The two of you weren’t together.

He was relentless when it came to his advances, despite the constant rejections he received. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t enjoy the attention, having someone so deeply in love with you and unafraid to show it made your heart flutter. Maybe at this point you were rejecting him just to see what other gestures he could come up with to try and woo you, and although that sounded horrible, he didn’t seem to mind.

It was never necessarily a problem, though it could be a distraction from things you were trying to focus on. Like now for example. You thought that in order to get your essay done you needed to haul yourself up in a corner of the library, Sirius usually wouldn’t be caught dead in a library, you weren’t even sure he knew where it was. It was a better option than the Gryffindor common room that was for sure.

Maybe it was the dog side of him, his animagus form that allowed him to sniff you out where he found you with papers sprawled on the table in front of you. He thought you looked adorable, eyebrows drawn together and eyes narrowed as you read over and over what you’d written as you tried to male some sense of it. It made him grin, genuinely grin out of pure adoration for you. He was in love.

He made his way over to the table and sat down with a cheeky look on his face, knowing it would rile you up to see him there. “Hi, love.”

You raised your head, shocked to see him sitting there. “What d’you want?” you whined. It wasn’t in a rude way or anything, you just assumed he was going to make himself known every few seconds. Whether it was a poke to your cheek or maybe a poorly drawn heart to your notebook to see you smile. “Nothing. Just want to admire your pretty face.”

You ignored the sudden heat fueling your body and diverted your eyes from his dark ones upon the new nerves you developed. Your voice came out quiet, barely more than a whisper. “Okay.”

The male didn’t even try and pretend he wasn’t watching solely you. He didn’t try to busy himself with any other task like reading or something similar where he would’ve occasionally glanced over at you. No, he just rested his chin on his hand and locked his eyes on your face. It was okay when you got so into your essay that you forgot about the intense stare, but every so often when you’d remember what he was doing, it was like you forgot how to exist normally.

“Sirius, I need to finish this,” you whined. He wasn’t technically doing anything, just staring at you with those dark eyes that were so hard to resist. But he was making you nervous. Every so often your eyes would flicker up to his love filled ones and get lost for a moment or two, it would bring a smug smile to his face that you wanted to wipe off. You couldn’t concentrate on what you were trying to do knowing he was watching your every tiny little move. “‘M not doing anything,” he stated smugly.

You sighed, placing your quill down on the table so you could move your full attention to him to complain. “I can’t concentrate.” You could see his lips form a pout rather than his typical cocky smile, his hand reaching over to tangle with yours. “But you’re so beautiful, just want to look at you.”

Your lip was tugged between your teeth as you tried to bite back a smile, enjoying the feel of his hand on yours. Neither of you cared who was witnessing the interaction between you both. He certainly didn’t care what it did to his supposed bad boy reputation that hung around the students of Hogwarts. “You’re such a sap, Pads.”

He nodded, not a single sense of doubt or denial on his face or in his tone as he answered you. “Only for you, love.” Yeah, Sirius Black was a complete puppy when it came to loving you, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it to anyone.

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ . SIRIUS BLACK . ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ .

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Sirius Black was a complete sucker for you and he didn’t care who knew it. He would do anything if it meant he could just sit there and stare at your pretty face for as long as you would let him

TIL DEATH DO US PART - 1.8K

15 years had passed since you last saw the love of your life. Every single day you had spent missing him, wishing he was back by your side. Only when that chance finally came, it was ripped away from you cruelly. Now you had to live with that.

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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please i’m so glad you enjoyed, but sorry ig for breaking you’re heart😭

Per aspera ad astra

through the hardships to the stars

James Potter x Reader

w/c 15,059

a/n soulmate!au, sentences in red are james, blue are reader

{ Being with your soulmate was an experience like no other. In the wizarding world everyone aspires to find their soulmate and live out their lives, but no one ever considers what it’s like to lose one. }

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In the wizarding world, the most important form of magic was widely argued to be that of soulmate magic. Right from birth your soulmate was set in stone, not to be changed by any factor of the universe no matter what. It was a scary thought, that you only got one perfect person for you and that was it, but thankfully the world wasn’t that cruel; it gave you some help at least.

You had two links to your soulmate that began as soon as you were both born. A telepathic connection where the two of you could talk, but until you actually knew one another in person, couldn’t reveal any large details about yourself. And a sort of never-fading engraving on some space of your body that represented the constellations from the day your soulmate was born. Of course everyone was different, different constellations, different areas of the body, no two were alike.

For you, your mark was something you looked at everyday, sitting comfortably right behind your ear. You had to move your hair out of the way to see it, but you thought it made it all the more personal to you. You weren’t very good at astrology, so to you all it looked like was hundreds of little lines of stars that meant so much, belonging to your soulmate. The only real clue you could work with due to your lack of knowledge on the starry subject, was the little date etched underneath the mark, telling you your love was born on the 27th March, 1960.

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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i’d say i’m sorry but i’m not ☺️

Per aspera ad astra

through the hardships to the stars

James Potter x Reader

w/c 15,059

a/n soulmate!au, sentences in red are james, blue are reader

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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could you do a remus x reader blurb where he’s comforting the reading after they had a hard day?

your wish is my command ! thank you very much for requesting <3

He can hear you crying in the shower. He doesn't realise at first what's happening, only the sharp spray of water and the reverberating clicks of your shampoo bottle being opened and closed.

Remus frowns and startles away from his desk, knocking at the bathroom door, slightly frantic. He says your name without thinking, all filled up with panic, listens as your weeping suddenly stops. He knocks again.

"Sweetheart?"

"What?" you call, voice rough with emotion.

"Can I come in?"

A small silence where he considers opening the door anyways when you agree, so quietly he confuses it for the spray. "Yeah," you repeat.

He pushes open the door, finds you kneeling in the spray with suds in your hair and red-rimmed eyes. He sits by the side of the bathtub, gaze imploring, and offers his hand to you, palm up over your thigh. You accept and he watches with relief as the tension eases from your body.

The tears begin anew before he's spoken, quiet, slipping down your cheeks hot and fresh and cutting through the soap you've managed to get over one unhappy cheek.

"Hey," he chides gently, panicking and trying his very best not to show it.

"I'm sorry," you say, voice cracking, cleaving the word sorry into two heartbreaking syllables.

"For what, honey?" he asks, shower spray only somewhat managing to hide the desperate fondness in his words.

Your face changes at his pet name. You come into yourself, despondent stare clearing long enough to wipe your thumb over his knuckles familiarly.

"For crying?" he hedges, shuffling forward, the lip of the tub pressing cruelly into his armpit.

You shrug. Another fat tear arcs over your skin. He frowns, stands, gutted at your lost expression when he takes his hand back.

"Let me wash you off. Can I finish your hair?"

You nod. He tilts your head back with a finger under your chin, leaning down with the shower head in his hand. He washes the remaining soap from your hair, runs his hand through your hair and finds comfort in the peaceful expression that settles over your face.

He puts the showerhead in the bottom of the tub and turns it off, grabs a towel to wrap you in and helps you out of the bathroom. Though you hardly need it, he can't help but imagine your aching knees from being folded up at the bottom of the bath.

"Here, baby, you sit here," he says, pushing you back onto the linens.

"I'm wet," you croak.

"Never mind that," he says, brushing the back of his hand over your face and smiling like it's all one big joke, hoping to cheer you up and missing by a mile. You don't smile back and he gives it up, wrapping a second towel over your wet shoulders before sitting beside you.

He hopes his quiet will encourage you to share. You pinch loose threads between your fingers and chew your lip and he sees how this was a misguided thought, slipping his arm around your back to plant his hand on your thigh, pulling you close to his side. Your head falls instantly against his chest, and he realises you need comfort rather than space.

He dots a first kiss against your temple before leaning his cheek against your hair, not caring in the slightest about his getting wet.

"Tell me what's wrong?" he asks, pleads, begs.

You take a big trembling breath and thread your arms around his back and over his abdomen, squeezing him tightly enough to leave fingertip bruises. He hugs you back just as tightly.

"You've had a hard day, yeah?" he asks.

You nod, a little choked sob falling from your lips pressed against his ribs.

He moves his hand in a hopefully soothing motion up and down the length of your spine. "Don't, baby," he murmurs, hands moving to grasp your shoulder, your face tenderly as your body shudders from the force of your crying. "Please don't cry. You're breaking my heart."

You steal one of your hands back to wipe your face unkindly, seemingly frustrated with yourself. He catches the hand and squeezes your fingers with the barest pressure, pulling back so he can wipe your tears himself with a much more patient hand.

You move back in turn, lips pouting, eyes swimming and missing your usual warmth.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong? Please," he tacks on.

You frown and won't meet his eyes. "Only a hard day like you said," you admit finally, voice wobbling.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he says gently. "Cry if you want to, alright? I can see you holding your breath."

You let loose a breath reluctantly, the exhale coloured by a sound close to a whimper.

"Oh, my girl," he says, pulling you to his chest again. You're desperate for the embrace, pushing as tightly in his hold as you can, leg closest to him coming over his thighs. He slips a hand under both of your thighs and pulls you into his lap, content to hold you all night if it'll slow the tears.

He rubs the length of your upper arm with his hand, broad enough to encapsulate your chilly skin easily.

"Sorry, Remus," you say into his shirt.

"Don't be," he says firmly. "You realise, this moment, this is something I'm happy to do. Not-" he clarifies, "that I ever want my girl to be so hopelessly upset." He sways you a little from side to side in another hopeful ploy. "If you wanna lie there all night then that's what we'll do," he says, craning his neck to the side to peer at your face. "I only want you to be okay."

"I love you," you whisper, hands grasped loosely in the material of his shirt.

His hands pause. He smiles to himself softly, pushes little strands of hair down flat on your face with the pad of his marriage finger. "I love you," he says.

"Even on the hard days?" you ask, a terrible hopelessness in your voice. He hugs you like he's trying to squeeze it out of you.

"Especially on the hard days."

#remus lupin #fluff

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marauderslupins · 3 years ago

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CONGRATS ON 2K YOU DESERVE IT AND SO MUCH MORE!!!! my drabble request: domestic bliss w james please <3 just heart-aching lovely intimacy <3 sorry if this is vague ilyy

thank you so much! and thank you for your request, I hope it’s somewhat like what you pictured! <3

James Potter smelled like you. He smelled like his expensive cologne and fig soap, even smelled a little of sweat, sometimes, which you couldn't say you hated, but undeniably he had begun to smell like you.

You buried your face in his neck and your hands under his arms to leech his warmth. He'd turned away from you in the night, snook his way into being the little spoon. You refused to begrudge him this; you knew how it felt to be held by him, like nothing could ever touch you. You hoped that you could give him the same sense of safety as you snuggled close to his back. You'd never tell him this, but you couldn't wait for summer when he'd forgo a shirt in the night and tuck you up over his bare chest, when you could press your nose into his skin and breathe in his smell.

He was bound to start smelling like you eventually, he spent so much time in your bed. A month after you'd started seeing each other he'd showed up at your door in the middle of the night looking exhausted.

"I promise this isn't a scheme to cop a feel and you can turn me away, I won't be offended, but I really can't sleep and I think it's because I miss you."

That was the first time you'd realised he loved you.

You kissed his neck at the memory, overwhelmed with love. Your lips touched his skin, the soft, dark baby hairs at the nape of his neck. He slept soundly, light snores a comfort to you. Your arm was going dead under his head and you shifted it carefully away, dotting what you hoped were soothing, gentle kisses to his skin. You stole the other hand from under his arm, on pins as you sat up and attempted to move soundlessly from the room.

You normally wouldn't leave him. He was gorgeous and he was yours. You had nowhere else to be but there with your arms around him, soaking in his sunshine warmth for as long as he'd let you. But today was a special day – his birthday.

You shuffled down the stairs, socks slippery over the wood panelled stairs. You avoided the creaky last step with a little jump that always made your heart skip and swung around the banister.

Your hallway was covered in photographs of James, of you both, of you family and friends. Every kitchen visit was a tour of your relationship. A favourite was taken on your fourth date, where the two of you sat on a bench outside the Christmas market. He'd insisted on carrying both of your bags. They had been so heavy that every sip of his hot chocolate had been a struggle. You'd taken pity on him and held your cup to his mouth, the whipped cream leaving a ring over his top lip.

"You have something," you'd said, gesturing smugly at his face.

"I can't reach," he'd complained.

You'd kissed the cream away and licked your lips afterward, revelling in how he couldn't do a thing about it. It had been a good night.

Buttery yellow light spilled through the kitchen window and illuminated a smaller photograph of James with his parents on either side. You'd taken it yourself, had made eye contact with him over the lense. He'd smiled so brilliantly at you that despite months of dating you'd swooned, loving knowing that the person he was smiling at like that was you.

You moved through your kitchen in a familiar dance. Kettle filled and switched on, mostly-fresh loaf of bread retrieved from the bread bin, serrated knife collected from the drying rack. You sliced thick wedges of sourdough and popped them in the toaster as the kettle boiled and then poured the steaming water into mugs with tea, two tea bags for James and one for yourself. While it steeped you buttered your toast, spread a thick layer of blackcurrant jam over his like you knew he favoured.

You had it down to a science. The domesticity of your simple life.

You would've set the plates and mugs on a tray to take upstairs if you hadn't heard his footsteps on the stairs.

You sighed, moving the tea to the kitchen table instead. "Must you always ruin my plans?"

"So harsh!" he said, voice hoarse with sleep. He set a hand on your shoulder and leaned over you for his tea. "Ruin. How awful."

You pretended to be annoyed. "I'm serious."

"I bet you are," he said, voice dripping in ire. He leaned down to kiss the side of your face where your ear met your cheek, a featherlight press of his soft lips, squeezing your shoulder as he did.

"Stop, I'm mad with you."

"You're mad with me? I've woken up on my big day to find my heart missing."

You beamed, turned and wrapped your arms around his neck lightly, holding him apart. The hand that wasn't holding his mug of tea came up to cup your elbow.

You sighed through your nose.

"I was trying to make you breakfast in bed and-"

"How darling,” he said happily.

"-if you'd only had the good graces to stay asleep-"

"Wasn't my choice."

"-I might've succeeded."

"You know I can't sleep without you near," he murmured, perfect mouth tilting up into a lovelorn grin.

You held your hand up to his cheek and shook your head at his charms, heart softening as his words registered. He smiled and took a sip of his tea, looking much too pleased.

You gave him your most loving smile, leaning upwards. "Happy birthday, handsome."

He put down his cup of tea to kiss you, big hands nothing but gentle as they grasped the hills of your hips.

"The toast-" you began.

"Leave it," he said kindly, the tips of your noses touching. "I've seen something more appetising."

You wanted to be offended on your breakfast's behalf. You couldn't find it in you.

#james potter #fluff

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