#I think it’s particularly telling that no one offers to HELP Sirius. to do anything. in OOTP

[v-a-l]

My favourite detail in OOTP is when Harry finds Sirius at the dining hall Crookshanks is curled up in his lap. Like he’s surrounded by people screaming at him about “Dumbledore’s instructions”, not allowed to go outside cause the ministry and Death Eaters are gunning for him, he’s being called irresponsible and reckless and he’s brushing it all aside cause boy does he know how to deal with people screaming at him in this house, any regardless: he’s still got Crookshanks. He’s got Buckbeak and they remain Sirius’ first and last line of defence

Harry felt something brush against his knees and started, but it was only Crookshanks, Hermione’s bandy-legged ginger cat, who wound himself once around Harry’s legs, purring, then jumped onto Sirius’s lap and curled up. Sirius scratched him absentmindedly behind the ears as he turned, still grim-faced, to Harry.

Harry did not mention his vague suspicions to Sirius, whose cheerfulness was evaporating fast now that Christmas was over. As the date of their departure back to Hogwarts drew nearer, he became more and more prone to what Mrs. Weasley called “fits of the sullens,” in which he would become taciturn and grumpy, often withdrawing to Buckbeak’s room for hours at a time. His gloom seeped through the house, oozing under doorways like some noxious gas, so that all of them became infected by it.

[despair-posting]

Jegulus oneshot | 2.512 words | prompt: essential

"Hey Reg, wait! You know I didn't mean it like that."

Normally James Potter's voice made him stop in his tracks. It made him soften, would make him do anything, as long as he just asked.

Today though, Regulus quickened his steps. He was hurt, his pride was hurt, and he did not want to face the offender.

This was what he got for letting himself be swept into a juvenile game of truth or dare with James, his brother, and all their friends. He was outnumbered, even with Dorcas and Pandora in the same room, sitting comfortably in their respective girlfriends' laps.

He knew it was a bad idea, but all it took was James Potter fluttering his ridiculous lashes and flashing his ridiculous smile and Regulus caved. The firewhiskey coursing through his veins may have played a role as well.

He was a goner, he knew that. He just didn't think anyone else should know. Apart from Pandora, who might be the most eerily observant person on earth, and Barty whom he could never keep a secret from, no one knew about his gigantic, embarrassing crush on his brother's best friend. At least that was what he thought.

"Dare," James answered Remus, who had just spun the bottle of liquor they had emptied a few minutes before.

It wasn't hard to tell James had had the lion's share of it, the way he was sprawled out on the armchair. His legs were thrown over one armrest, his shirt riding up and exposing a sliver of brown skin just above his waistband that Regulus had been focused on for the past minute.

"Are you ever going to pick truth?", Remus smiled at his friend.

"Not if i can help it, no."

James' tone was relaxed, as if there was no task that could phase him. Remus seemed to take this as a challenge. His smile turned sinister. He glanced over at Regulus, whose eyes were still fixed on James.

When he glanced up, Remus looked him right in the eyes and said: "Kiss Regulus."

"What?", James and Sirius both asked at the same time, the shock in their voices unnervingly similar.

All Regulus could do was stare, shellshocked. James had snapped out of his relaxed position, now sitting on the edge of the armchair, clutching the cushioning beneath his hands.

"Moony, you can't make James kiss my little brother!", Sirius protested, scandalized. Remus was unfazed.

"Of course I can," he shrugged. "It's truth or dare."

Regulus still said nothing, too stunned to do anything but switch his stare from Remus to James to Sirius and back. He wasn't sure whether this was a dream come true or a particularly evil nightmare.

"But Remus, that's ridiculous." James laughed as he spoke, and tore Regulus' heart in two.

He knew he never stood a chance, but he didn't think the idea of kissing him would be so absurd to James that he couldn't even do it while intoxicated, on a stupid dare.

Through his alcohol-induced haze, Regulus could feel tears threatening to spill past his eyes. Not wanting to embarass himself even further, he mumbled something about the loo and left the room.

He could hear footsteps behind him and expected Pandora coming to check on him. But the voice that called after him was a different one.

That's how he ended up here, almost running away from the boy that made his heart melt with his kind eyes and messy hair. He flew down a staircase that started to swerve right as James set foot on it as well.

"Stupid castle!", he grumbled as he had no choice but to turn around, as the stairs now led to a dead end.

He wanted to rush right past James to find a different escape route, but he stopped when he saw him on the floor. In his drunken state, he must have fallen from the sudden movement.

"Shit, are you alright?" Regulus was concerned, despite his current angerment. He offered James his hand, which he gladly took as he pulled himself up with Regulus' and the railing's support.

"That's not the way to the loo," James noticed once he had regained his balance. Regulus crossed his arms and looked down.

"Regulus, I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean to, I promise," James pleaded.

"You didn't hurt me. You just didn't want to kiss me. Why should I care?"

Regulus crossed his arms and looked in James' eyes defiantly. Usually the relentless stare he had learned from his family made everyone falter and recoil back, but not James. He had always seen it as the defense mechanism it was, a front Regulus put up instead of risking getting hurt. His red eyes and the wet streaks on his cheeks also lessened the effect.

Now James was the one looking down. "It's - That's not - I did want to."

His voice grew quieter and more unsure with each word.

Regulus' eyes grew, but he was still confused.

"You said it was ridiculous," he said sadly, his voice breaking.

"Oh! No, no, no, that's not what I meant!"

Regulus furrowed his brows and another tear rolled down his cheek. To his surprise, James stepped closer and wiped it away with his thumb. Regulus' skin tingled at the touch and his face grew warm, like the sun shone right on him.

"I just meant it's ridiculous because Remus knows how I feel about you. We're both drunk. And it was a dare. I don't want you to kiss me because you feel like you have to. If I get to kiss you, that's not how I want it to happen."

James slurred a bit, but his tone was earnest.

"You-," he hesitated, still not trusting the words yet. "You want to kiss me?"

James laughed.

"If you want it too, I never want to stop kissing you."

"Oh." That was all he got out, trying to process what James seemed to confess. His heart raced and he dropped his shaking hands to his sides. He replayed the moment in his mind, trying to find details he had overlooked in his surprise that led him to completely misread James' rejection. Did James blush at Remus' words or was he imagining it, adding it to the memory now to make sense of this revelation?

As he pondered, James started fidgeting with his hands. The other boy's long silence seemed to make him nervous.

"Reg? Can you say something, please?"

James voice was tense, hopeful, but with a hint of anxiety that made Regulus want to wrap the much taller boy in his arms to soothe him and never let him go.

"Merlin, James. Yes, I want to kiss you. Come here."

He leaned in, putting his hands on James' shoulders. He didn't want to wait another second to feel his lips on his.

But James took a step back. It almost looked like the motion pained him. It hit Regulus like a slap in the face.

"What the fuck, James! I thought -"

"Not while we're both drunk, Reg," James soothed Regulus' confusion and anger immediately.

"We're not that drunk," the other quipped petulantly. James seemed amused.

"I just fell on my arse and you agreed to truth or dare with your brother. I think we're plenty drunk."

Regulus only grunted in agreement.

"But if you don't change your mind, come find me tomorrow and we can kiss as long as you want, okay?"

"Fine. Goodnight, James."

Before the older could protest, he pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, brushed his hand in passing, and disappeared down a different stairwell that led the way to the Slytherin dorms.

He could feel James' stare on him as he walked away and smiled, completely wonderstruck at the thought that James actually liked him back.

Knowing what the next day would bring, he fell into his bed and fell asleep easily with a soft smile on his lips.

The scene that unfolded the next morning in the marauders' dorm was much less peaceful.

"Ugh, I swear I'm never drinking again!", Sirius complained from his spot on Remus' bed. James groaned in response.

"Not so loud Pads, you're going to make my head explode. And you say that every time you drink."

Remus only laughed at both of their misery, already up and about the dorm. Stupid werewolf metabolism never let him develop a proper hangover.

James decidedly kept his eyes closed, not yet ready to face the bright daylight.

Peter came out of the bathroom, toothbrush in one hand, the map in the other.

"Sirius, are you meeting your brother or something? He's standing right outside the common room."

James snapped up immediately, knowing exactly what Regulus was waiting for, and it definitely was not his brother.

"Fuck, ow!"

His head punished him for the sudden motion. He sat rubbing his temple for no longer than a second before getting up and rushing past Peter into the bathroom.

He brushed his teeth as thoroughly as possible while also trying to tame his hair at the same time. Once he had finally given up he ran out of the bathroom and changed in record time.

"Are you meeting Regulus?", Sirius asked, confused.

"Yes, he forgot his uhm," James quickly scanned the objects on his nightstand. "Book!"

He grabbed it and hopped out the door on one leg, still trying to get his second shoe on. He hurried down the stairs, taking them two at a time. When he got to the door, after way too much time in his opinion, he pushed the portrait open and, finally, he saw him.

Standing there with an adorable scowl on his face, Regulus was leaning against the wall. James' heart skipped a beat and he broke out in a huge grin.

"Hey Reggie, how-" He didn't get any further, because for the second time in less than twelve hours, James landed on the floor. The book he brought slid across the floor towards Regulus, who chuckled and picked it up before taking the few steps towards James.

"Really? Again?"

"I guess you could say I can't help falling for you," the older batted his lashes at Regulus, who rolled his eyes but still offered his hand to help him up once again. Instead, James seemed to get comfortable on the floor and crossed his legs underneath him.

"That's a really bad pickup line, James." Despite this, Regulus blushed.

"And that's a really good color on you, Regulus."

He smiled up at the red-faced boy, took his hand, and with one hearty tug pulled him down to the floor with him.

Regulus, who didn't expect to find himself in his long-time crush's lap just then, only let out a surprised yelp.

"Hello, lovely."

James' low, warm voice sent a pleasant shiver down Regulus' back.

"Hi," he almost whispered, suddenly very shy.

"Haven't changed your mind then?"

Regulus had to smile. The excitement in James' voice and the huge grin on his face were so endearing, almost giving the impression of an excited puppy wagging his tail. Obviously he hadn't changed his mind, so he shook his head.

"Good," James whispered, moving closer to Regulus. Their lips almost touched, the heat already brushing Regulus' skin. He pushed his own head forward and finally, finally, they were kissing.

The feeling was indescribable. Regulus had kissed people before but that was just for fun. Nothing compared to the feeling of James' mouth on his, his breath softly tickling his face, his warmth under him, in front of him, all around him; to kissing someone he had real feelings for, and who apparently had real feelings for him as well. Caught up in the moment he wrapped one arm around James' waist and placed his free hand reverently on his cheek.

Both let out a simultaneous sigh and they had to chuckle. They pulled apart and Regulus delicately stroked James cheek with his thumb. James, ever impatient, buried both hands in the other's silky hair and pulled him back in. He traced his tongue over Regulus' bottom lip and he crumbled.

James kissed like Regulus was essential to his survival, like he was the air that he breathed. Fuck, he kissed him like he was more important, the way he licked into Regulus' mouth and pressed so close to him there was no room for air.

Regulus never wanted it to stop. The feeling in his stomach went from butterflies to fireworks, he felt like he was on fire and could melt at any moment. If this was the last moment of his life, he wouldn't mind at all.

And oh, how well he fit there. The space between James' arms was the perfect size, their mouths seemed made to fit together. The way his hands glided perfectly through his hair and scratched his scalp just enough couldn't be a coincidence.

After what could only be described as a life-changing couple of seconds, James pulled away. Regulus tried to follow with his mouth but the kiss eventually broke.

"I distinctly remember you saying something about kissing as long as i like." Regulus put on his most heartbreaking pout but James' eyes were not focused on him. He followed his line of vision and cane face to face with a wheezing Peter, a smug Remus and an absolutely perplexed  Sirius. James attention turned back to the boy in his lap.

"Yes and I'd love to do that. But maybe not right now. Perhaps on a date to Hogsmeade?" He grinned uncertainly. His eyes kept shifting back to his friends, mainly Sirius who seemed to be going through all five stages of grief simultaneously. Regulus seemed very amused by this.

"Sure, if my brother hasn't killed you by then." Regulus wanted to lean in for one final, chaste peck before leaving James to deal with his gaggle of idiots, but he didn't get that far. James abruptly pulled back, startled by Sirius who let out an ungodly shriek.

"Look, I'm happy as long as you're both happy and you can do what you want, but for the love of Merlin, don't do it in front of me!" Sirius' hands covered his eyes but the look of distaste was clear on his features. Reluctantly, Regulus removed himself from James' lap and got up.

"Fine, we'll do it in your dorm then," he quipped dryly. Both Sirius' and James' mouth fell open. Peter broke out in renewed laughter and even Remus stared bemusedly at his horrified boyfriend.

Regulus rolled his eyes and started to make his way backwards down the hall.

"Calm down you two, I'm kidding. James, I'll see you soon I assume?" The addressed nodded, still eyeing Sirius gingerly. Happy for now, Regulus turned around and made his way back to his own dorm room for a much needed debrief with his friends. As he walked away he heard Sirius' voice.

"Oh, he forgot his book." Remus' answer made him laugh into his hand.

"Darling, you're lucky you're pretty."

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Notes: Sorry if it's cheesy, I can't stare at this anymore I have to release it into the wild

Prompt from @jegulus-microfic but it escalated and got too long to be a microfic

[green-character]

Marauders fans I have an idea

Imagine James Potter noticing a pattern in Remus behavior : missing class once a month, spending some days in the infiarmery, being moody and particularly tired, eating a ton of chocolate...

All of that remind James of his Mom and so he though he discovered the secret of his friend.

Remus is trans, that's make sense, he probably don't want his classmates to know so unlike the girls he has access to the infiermary, plus he must be in huge discomfort because boys don't have their periods and Remus is a boy but he has periods. Keep in my mind that James is pretty young at this time, he knows about trans people thanks to his parents, but also knows that the wizarding world is not as open. He also doesn't know who he could trust, so he doesn't say anything nor to Sirius nor to Peter.

When the time comes once a month James is particularly careful with Remus, offering him chocolate, asking for the boys to be calm in the dorm the night before and the night when Remus come back, pretexting that him, the James Potter is tired, taking good notes in class for the missing boy ( even though Evans will lend him her notes )...

Remu notice of course, he doesn't know what to think, James isn't supposed to know about is wereabouts, so as much as he's grateful for his attention he's also scared. How James could have known in a few months, and still not say anything.

Lily Evans, the smartest witch of their generation, is having the time of her life watching James. How can he be so smart yet so wrong ? How this young boy coming from one of the oldest wizard family could have think of something so muggle ? She's eleven and watch Potter being the best of the friends, not telling anything to anyone, while doing a lot of thing to help Remu. He doesn't explain why, he tells no explanation and yet the other accept the routine and eventually follow his lead, sometimes it's time for jokes and sometimes for calm, it's a welcome break for every Gryffondor first year . Lily watch and find this cute and generous how he is that good of a friend for something he have absolutly no clues about.

Watching the interanl turmoil in James is very fun, until it isn't. Remus is more and more scared by his friend behavior, he's paranoid, what does James want, has he told anyone, what is he waiting for.

Lily seeing that James doesn't know how or what to ask to Remus in order to respect his privacy while Remus fear grows more and more decide to step in.

On one their afternoon tea she tell Remus, she knows he's a werewolf, she has knew for a very long time. James on the other hand misread the clues. She didn't ask for him to tell James about the truth, but he did.

Remus John Lupin is a Werewolf, and James Potter and Lily Evans are still his best friend.

[messers-moony]

Help | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Daughter!Reader

Summary: At first it was for him, now everything he does is for her. 

Warnings: Rape, cursing, death, etc

Being wise comes with living. Dumbledore had lived a lot of years. Everyone knows that. The man worked his way up the hierarchy from being a Transfiguration teacher to the headmaster at Hogwarts. He was even offered a place as the Minister of Magic. What people didn’t comprehend or, rather, didn’t think about was, when living that long you realize every button to push, every nook and cranny to get your way. 

Manipulation at its finest. Now, truth be told, manipulation isn’t always evil. It can be good, per se, manipulating someone to stop doing something that’s particularly harmful - alcohol, smoking. But when used negatively, it could make everything worse. 

The Order of the Phoenix was manipulated. From beginning to end. Dumbledore convinced the young kids - naive kids - that they were safe and that’s what they needed. These kids needed reassurance that everything would be okay, and Dumbledore assured them that they were safe. 

But were they safe when the McKinnon family died? Were they safe when Fabian and Gidian Prewett died? Could James and Lily truly depend on Dumbledore to keep them safe with a newborn? 

When Sirius Black joined the order, he had one request. Just one. A linear, singular request. It was saving Regulus Black. That’s all Sirius wanted, was for his little brother to be safe. Sirius knew about Regulus being a death eater, and he needed saving. Regulus didn’t want this life, and he especially didn’t want this with a baby girl. 

He was seventeen, and he was forced. Sirius knew it. James knew it. Remus knew it. Regulus had come to the Gryffindor portrait crying on his knees, begging - no - pleading for his older brother. The Fat Lady was cursing him out for not having the password and being a Slytherin. Luckily, James heard the ruckus and ran to his aid. He was yelling for Sirius. 

“Sirius! Sirius, I need you!” James had never sounded so frantic, so panicky, “Sirius, now!”

Sirius threw the textbook on the floor. James’ voice reminded him of an alarm - crazed, loud, repetitive. The black-haired boy ran down the dorm steps, almost falling over his feet to see the portrait wide open. Everything went in a vignette, zoomed in and black around the edges. Immediately Sirius was pushing James off his little brother and embracing him tightly. 

“S- Sirius.”

Godric, he sounded so broken, “‘S okay, Reggie. ‘S okay. I got you. It’s me, Sirius. You’re safe here, Frère.”

“It- It hurts.” Regulus muttered, his voice shaky and helpless, “Need you.”

“You’re okay.” 

Sirius looked up into James’ worried hazel eyes, “C’mon. We’re bringing him up.”

“Are you mental?!”

“James, he’s my brother!”

James scowled, “He’s also a Slytherin!”

“He needs me. I’m not letting him go.” It was the first time Sirius’ voice had gone stern with James, “Either I’m sleeping out here with my brother, or you’re helping me bring him up to the dorm.”

“Fine, fine.” 

Sirius looked down at his brother, who was tucked under his chin, silver streams trailing down his flushed cheeks. His cheeks glistened with anguish and pain. His fists were balling the back of Sirius’ white button-up, tightly, stressed. 

“Reggie.” For the first time, Regulus didn’t cringe, and instead, he melted into Sirius’ warmth, “James and I are going to bring you into our dorm, okay?”

“Mhm.”

Gently Sirius helped him up, placing an arm around his shoulder. James put his other arm around his shoulder. Both boys helped the sixth year into the Gryffindor common room, getting multiple stares and glares. Regulus managed to up the stairs onto Sirius’ bed, a sniffling and trembling mess. 

James smiled gently at them, and Sirius sat beside Regulus on the edge of his bed, “What happened?”

“She- She forced me. I didn’t want to. Please, Sirius, I didn’t want this.”

“Want what?”

“She touched me.” Regulus whispered, and Sirius rubbed his back, “I- I didn’t want it….”

Sirius hesitated, “Did- Did mum have anything to do with this?”

Regulus nodded, and silent tears fell down his cheeks, “She- Mum, is the reason. I was supposed to be arranged to this woman but- but she did this and- and-“

“It’s too much.” Regulus wailed. 

Sirius held his brother close until he fell asleep. The trails of tears dried on his cheeks, and Sirius laid his head on the feathery pillow. The fleece comforter was placed over his wrinkled button-up, black pants, and socks. Regulus’ black curls contrasted the pillow, and his cheeks were a pale pink. Sirius had never felt so upset. 

Releasing a breath of air, he left the dorm room to go to the common room where the boys were sitting. James perked up, and Remus’ head was pulled into a book, a cup of tea on the table beside him. Peter was playing chess with a fellow Gryffindor across the room, not paying attention to anything but the checkered table before him. 

“Is he okay?” 

Sirius plopped beside James, “He will be.”

The silence was killing Remus to the point of his curiosity tipping over, “What happened exactly?”

“Some girl, my mum, arranged him with did something that he didn’t consent to.”

The teacup that was in Remus’ hand dropped to the carpeted floor, staining, “You’re shitting me?”

Regulus was in pain, physically and emotionally. Although the boys didn’t understand completely, they understood that Sirius’s time would be dedicated to his little brother. No matter what was going on in the wizarding world at present, Sirius’ time was needed with Regulus. 

It was nine months later. Thirty-nine weeks later. Two hundred and seventy-three days later. Left on the doorstep of the Noble House of Black’s residence was a baby girl. Orion and Walburga had left the house previously, leaving Regulus alone with Kreacher, their house elf. The baby girl was crying and helpless. 

His lifeless grey eyes met the young girl's e/c ones, and everything clicked. This was the product of his emotional pain in his sixth year. Regulus couldn’t deny the warmth in his heart looking at the young girl. Gently he leaned down to take her in his arms. A pink silk blanket wrapped around her to keep her warm despite the summer months. 

Once in his arms, the girls stopped crying. The warmth of his body and the softness in his eyes calmed her down. There was an envelope inside the baby blanket, which Regulus opened after placing the sleeping child on his lap. Essentially the letter was telling him to name the baby girl and her birthday. Along with now that the marriage was called off, she wanted nothing to do with him. 

Regulus threw the parchment to the side furiously. Despite his frustration, he picked up his daughter and smiled at her, “I dunno what to name you precious.”

The girl wrapped her hand around his thumb that had been caressing her cheek, “Y/n? I like that name.”

She smiled, and so did he, “You like that too, don’t you, précieux.”

Regulus placed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead, rocking her back and forth, “I love you so much.” 

During the school year, Y/n stayed with Sirius, who was overjoyed to stay with his niece. Regulus only saw his daughter one more time before he decided it was his end. Regulus knocked on Sirius’ flat, looking utterly exhausted. Sirius answered with a big smile on his face. 

“Heya Reggie!”

Regulus struggled to smile, “Hey, Siri.”

“Come on.” Sirius beckoned, “Y/n is sleeping, but you can see her if you’d like.”

He walked in to see a door open to a small room. Inside it was painted in a pale lavender color with white furniture. Regulus walked inside to find a crib with his one-year-old girl sleeping inside. She made this so much harder. Regulus didn’t want to do this, but he needed to do it if he wished Y/n to have a safe life. 

Regulus’ arms cradled his daughter to his chest, “I love you, précieux. I love you too much to express. I know that you’ll never remember me. I’m praying that Sirius will tell you about me.”

“You’re my baby girl. You’ll always be my baby girl.” Regulus’ eyes welled with tears, “And- And I’ll be with you no matter what.”

Y/n’s eyes opened, and she smiled, being cradled in her father's arms, “Dada?” 

Regulus had tears streaming down his face, and Sirius watched from the doorway, “Yes, hi petite fille.”

She giggled, and Regulus had the brightest smile on his face; he nuzzled his nose with hers, “Dada’s here, little girl.”

He spent an hour with her. The last sixty minutes of his freedom was spent cooing and coddling. Regulus wanted to engrave her beautiful e/c eyes in his head, her soft smile, smooth skin, and fuzzy hair. Regulus placed his daughter back in the crib and kissed her forehead one more time. 

Walking back out into the living room of the flat, he saw Sirius waiting for him. Regulus didn’t make any appoint to try and sit down. That’s how Sirius knew was something wrong. He released an air of breath and dried his tears. 

“Sirius, you may have to keep Y/n with you a little longer until it’s safe, okay?”

“‘Course Reggie.”

“If- If I don’t come back-“

“Don't say that, please.”

Regulus looked at his brother solemnly, “But it’s realistic.”

“Okay, just- try to make it back.” Sirius replied. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try.” He lied, “I- I want you to tell her about me, yeah?”

Sirius chuckled, “You’re her father, Regulus. I wouldn’t not tell her.”

“Don’t let her mum take her. I don’t care what she says Y/n will be in your care.”

Sirius nodded, “One- One more thing. This may sound stupid but, teach her French?”

“Teach her French? Why?”

“It’s how I used to talk to her before seventh year started. I want her to know how to speak it. French was something I enjoyed learning, something that kept me sane at our horror house.” Regulus confessed, “I want her to learn it.”

“If it means that much to you, Reggie.” Sirius replied, and Regulus nodded, “It does.”

“Then Y/n will learn French, after English.” 

“Good.”

Regulus began walking out the door when he felt arms around him from behind and a head in the crook of his neck, “Come back alive, okay?”

“I’m gonna try, Siri.”

He never came back alive. Regulus walked toward the entrance of that cave, knowing that today he was going to die. In the start, this was for Regulus to right his wrongs. Now it’s for his daughter. If anything, Y/n deserved a happy, exciting life. Not one of pain and suffering like Regulus had. 

The Daily Prophet the next day said everything it needed to, “REGULUS BLACK DECLARED DEAD.” This was it. Regulus had inevitably left his daughter and got himself killed. Sirius cried - sobbed - for his little brother who had a child. He wept for his niece, who would grow up not knowing her father. 

Ten years later, Y/n was getting ready for her first year at Hogwarts. Sirius had introduced baby Harry with one-year-old Y/n at the time where they became best friends. Harry was gravely disappointed at his best friend leaving but excited that he’d see her the following year. 

In the bathroom, Y/n was sitting in front of the mirror with Sirius behind her. Sirius was brushing her hair, not because she couldn’t do it but because Sirius didn’t really want to let her go. After setting the brush on the counter, he placed his hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror. She looked so much like him. His hands twirled through her h/c hair. 

“You look like your father.”

Y/n’s eyes widened, “I- I do?”

“You do.”

“I don’t remember much from him.” Y/n stated, “I remember him calling me précieux, vaguely, which I know now is precious.”

Sirius chuckled, “He also made me teach you, French. It was one of his wishes before he- you know.”

“Why?”

“Learning French is a pure-blood thing. Regulus said it kept him sane.” Sirius answered, “I honored that even if I hated that language.”

It was silent for a while, “You know, sometimes when you’re angry, you just start ranting in French?”

“I don’t!”

Sirius laughed, “You do. You definitely do, amour.”

Y/n giggled, and Sirius began tickling her sides. Her laughter and smile were contagious, just like how Regulus’ was. Regulus had such an infectious laugh and beautiful smile. Sirius was almost glad Y/n inherited it. After tickling her, she melted into Sirius’ embrace, hugging him tightly. 

“Je t'aime, oncle Sirius.”

“Je t'aime aussi, amour.”

It was a system Sirius had created with her instead of saying, “Toujours Pur,” like his mother had made him and Regulus say. Y/n is what made him love French again. The way she swore in the language unintentionally. How she’d say the language like a native, just like her father. It meant everything to him. 

Years later. Y/n was in fifth year, and the Triwizard tournament members had just been called. Viktor Krum was called first. Then Fleur Delacour. Then Cedric Diggory. That was meant to be the finality, but nonetheless, Harry Potter’s name got called. As all the members walked into a room away from the Great Hall, Dumbledore began speaking to the worried children. 

One sentence stood out to Y/n particularly, “Help will always be given at Hogwarts for those who deserve it.”

It brought so much rage in her that she couldn’t help but speak, “That’s bullshit!”

Everyone stared with jaws slack, “My father deserved help! Hell, he needed to be saved, and here because of your bullshit, he died! My father is gone because of you and your shitty manipulative ways!”

“He may have been a death eater, but it wasn’t what he wanted. Godric, he needed saving! His own brother turned on him. So fuck you and fuck your stupid sayings. Because you aren’t a saint, and I don’t have to fall to your knees like a worthless soldier.”

Dumbledore was astonished by her attitude as she began leaving the Great Hall, “That's one hundred points from Gryffindor, Ms.Black!” McGonagall yelled. 

“Pardonnez mon français, mais je m'en fous.” Y/n yelled as she flicked off everyone in the room. 

Before she left, she turned around and faced everyone, “If anyone- and I mean anyone, touches, talks badly, or even remotely glares at Harry Potter, so help me, I won’t hesitate to hex you.”

[jmagnabo92]

Wooing Sirius Black

First Chapter of Part 3 of Rebuilding (1/15) - will post on Prongsfoot Wednesdays!  AO3

Despite their first date going well, Sirius gets a little uncertain when James seems interested in jumping passed dating and straight to sex, prompting Sirius to feel uncertain about jumping in head first.

***

July 17th, 1983

When James wakes the next morning, he can’t help smiling at the peacefully sleeping Sirius.  It feels nice and normal after months of feelings and trying to hide them to be able to blatantly let them show.  

      He leans up on one of his elbows and runs a hand through Sirius’ hair, admiring him.  He’s bloody gorgeous and now, he’s all James’.  He couldn’t wait to show him off at the next party (as no one, but Jackie knows for sure that James or Sirius have any feelings for each other).  He’s particularly happy that the couple of men that had been interested in Sirius at the New Year’s Eve party would now know that Sirius is James’ – exactly as he’s always been, but now, they’ll know it, too.  

      “Hmm-mm, that feels good,” Sirius smiles, eyes still closed.  

      “Yeah?  You like to be petted?” James questions, interested to paying attention to the things his boyfriend likes.  

      “Well – it – it just feels good, you know?  Wouldn’t call it being petted though,” Sirius offers, eyes still closed.  He’s clearly enjoying the feeling of James’ hands in his hair.

      “Oh, why not?”

      “Because I’m not a dog – not really.”

      “Hmm-mm, so we’re going to ignore the fact that you do enjoy being petted?” James teases, leaning down and giving him a kiss.  “Maybe I can pet something else later?”

      At this, Sirius opens his eyes, “We’ve only been dating for less than forty-eight hours.  I think you should stick to petting my hair.”

      Clearly, something on James’ face conveys his disappointment, because Sirius adds, “James, this isn’t a knock on how attractive you are – it’s just… this is a big step, already, this dating thing.  I can’t stand the thought of screwing it up, okay?”

      James nods, reluctantly.  “I see your point.”

      Sirius grins and gives him a kiss, “It’s not forever – just for now.”

      James smiles, feeling better that Sirius isn’t rejecting him, just putting on the brakes for a bit.  “Alright, then.”

      Before any more could be said, they both hear the sounds of Harry yelling for them.  “Coming, kiddo,” Sirius yells before James has the chance.  “Your turn for making breakfast.”

      James nods.   “Meet you in the kitchen.”

***

      Since Harry’s birthday is in a couple of weeks, they spent the day picking out decorations and buying presents for their kid.  James’ favorite part of the entire day was getting to spend the day holding Sirius’ hand and getting to tell their various friends that they spotted while at Harrods that they’re dating.  

      As they arrive home, Sirius shows Harry one of the gifts that they decided to give him early – a little mini motorbike just like Sirius’.  It doesn’t go very fast and has safety precautions since he’s only three, but Harry’s thrilled as he sits on it and Sirius makes it go in circles.

      “Look, Daddy!  I’m Paddy!” Harry yells, gleefully.  

      Sirius joins James watching from a distance.  

      “He may look like a mini me, but Harry’s going to be so you,” James teases.  

      Sirius laughs.  “Well, I did get him started with the baby broom, which I plan to regift him this year.  Then he’ll be back to being a mini you.”

      James frowns, “You bought him another broom?”

      “Of course, gotta train our little quidditch player to be, right?”

Sirius is teasing, but James’ frown deepens.  Despite knowing that things had somewhat settled down and that they have a lawyer working on dealing with the memorial, James doesn’t really like the reminder of the magical world.  He’d gotten better, but he doesn’t like thinking or dealing with too many magical things anymore.  The only reason he was okay with the dragons and Sirius as Padfoot is because Harry loves them, and he doesn’t want to take anything away from his son.

He glances at Sirius.  Well, that and he doesn’t want to upset his new boyfriend.

He puts a smile on his face, and says, “Right, of course.  Gotta train him now.”

“You okay, Jay?” Sirius questions, obviously picking up that something is wrong.  

“Of course I am.  Just tired from all the shopping and showing off my new boyfriend,” James grins.  It felt great to show Sirius off, and he’s delighted to do more of it soon.  Sirius is his and he loves making that clear to everyone.

Sirius grins, “Yeah?  You like showing me off?”

“Oh yes.  You’re my boyfriend and I’m damn proud of it,” James grins.  He’d been the same way with Lily.  “You can’t be too surprised.”

“Oh?  Why’s that?”

“Because I did the same thing with Lily,” James smiles, surprised that Sirius could forget how gleeful he’d been about showing her off to the world.  “Couldn’t wait to show her off and now I can’t wait to show you off.  We should have a housewarming party after Harry’s birthday – then I could really show you off.  I want to make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.”

James is so excited talking about how much he adores showing off his partners that he doesn’t notice the uneasy look on Sirius’ face, instead he rambles on and on about the housewarming and showing off his new boyfriend.

He couldn’t wait.

***

July 18th, 1983

Sirius loves James.  He’s loved him since he’d been fourteen and first discovered what fancying someone meant.  He’d been thrilled and terrified about it at the same time.  Now, that he finally has a chance to be with James, now that James has admitted that he’s attracted to Sirius, Sirius should be over the moon about the situation, and he was – at first.

He had been so delighted to finally kiss James, to know what it was like to be on a date with him, but now… with James’ comparison to Lily and the interest in sex…

It’s just that they’ve only been together for two days and James’ only interest appears to be sex.  He’s constantly commenting on Sirius’ attractiveness and wanting to be with him in a sexual way and while that is incredibly good for his ego, he worries that sex is all James wants.  

That he’s just a piece of meat that is like Lily but alive and male.  He frowns.

“You need some help over there?” A voice behind him asks.  

As he’s currently building Harry’s new jungle gym without magic, he’s sure that he does need a bit of help.  He looks behind him and spots Spencer, a dark-haired man that he’d met while talking Harry on walks around the neighborhood to get to know the neighbors.  As their house, though on the next block meets their property line (they share the fence that separates their property), it’s no surprise he’s talking from the fence line.

“Oh, er, sure.  As long as Evan doesn’t mind sparing you for a bit,” Sirius smiles.  Evan is Spencer’s husband.  

Spencer grins as he hops the fence.  “Evan took Alex to the park; I wanted some time to myself.”

“And yet, you’re offering me help,” Sirius laughs.  

“Couldn’t help myself.  Gotta help a damsel in distress.”

“I’m a damsel, now?” Sirius teasingly asks.

“Oh always.”

They both burst out laughing.  Sirius had really come to connect with Spencer, who is interested in many of the same things and understands Sirius rather well despite the extremely short time they’ve been friends.  He’d gotten Spencer and Evan into the ‘mummy and me’ class when he’d met them before they’d even moved in, thrilled for Harry, who just adores their little girl, Alex.

“Well, then, feel free to grab a hammer and help out,” Sirius grins.  

They work in quiet for a few minutes, occasionally asking for s tool or something, before Spencer breaks the silence.  “So, where’s James?”

“He took Harry to visit with Jackie and Nathan,” Sirius offers.  “I wanted this to be a surprise for Harry’s birthday, so he couldn’t really be here while I’m building it.”

“Makes sense,” Spencer offers.  “And things going well, there?”

“Harry’s the perfect kid.”

“Not what I meant.”

Sirius sighs.  “I know.”

Despite only knowing Spencer at most a few weeks (they’d met the day after getting the house when Sirius had insisted on walking around the neighborhood to get to know the area despite not moving in yet, he’d felt similar to when he and James had become best friends.  It just feels like they had been friends forever.  

“It’s … okay.”

“Aren’t you happy?  You’ve been fancying him forever,” Spencer states.  “That much was obvious when we met you.”

Sirius shrugs, “I am - it’s just … normal fears, I guess.  He only seems interested in sex, he keeps comparing me to Lily, and I worry it might not be me he fancies or that he’s not ready for this.”

“I’m sure there’s all manner of confusing feelings for him,” Spencer offers.  “That doesn’t necessarily mean…”

“I know,” Sirius sighs.  “And that’s what I’m worried about.  I should’ve made sure that he was actually ready for this before I snogged him and now I can’t – go back.”

Spencer chuckles.  “So just take it slow.  Go on dates, snog a little, but wait it out until you’re sure that he’s really ready to be dating you.”

Sirius smiles.  “That sounds good.  After all, I’ve been keeping it to myself for so long, I think I can handle a little longer.  Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

***

After James puts Harry down for his nap, he goes to find Sirius in their backyard, “Looking good, Love.”

Sirius glances up and laughs, “Thanks, it’s almost finished.”

“I meant you look good, but the jungle gym looks good, too,” James states with a laugh.

He sits in a deck chair as Sirius moves around to the other side of the jungle gym giving James the perfect view of his arse.  James groans, “You know – you could probably finish it up later – we could enjoy the time that Harry’s napping together.”

Sirius doesn’t bother turning around as he says, “Or you could help me with finishing this up.”

James is too busy staring at his arse to answer right away, causing Sirius to turn around.  

“James, are you staring at my arse?”

Suddenly caught, James looks up at him.  “Er – no.”

Sirius chuckles.  “Right, well, you’re not allowed to just sit there and stare at my arse.  So why don’t you go start dinner?”

“Because I’d rather sit here and stare at your arse,” James replies, cheekily.

Sirius gives him a look.  “Go make dinner.”

“Fine.  Fine.  Ruin my fun,” James grumbles.  He supposes that it’s fair, couldn’t exactly expect that Sirius would be willing to have sex have only a few days together.  “Can I at least get a kiss?”

Sirius grins, “Of course.”

***

July 31st, 1983

      James can’t help smiling at their three-year-old son playing games with his friends in their backyard.  Sirius had, once again, gone all out and Harry appears to be having the time of his little life.  Something that makes James ridiculously happy.

      Sirius is such a perfect boyfriend.

      “So, things are going well,” Jackie asks, moving next to him.  Most of the parents had dropped the kids off or were congregated on the far side of the yard, enjoying mimosas.  James had moved to the side with the kids so that he could admire Sirius and help if he needs it.  

      “For the most part, we’ve only managed one date so far, but I think things are going well.”

      Aside from the lack of sex, but he doesn’t say that.  It would sound completely childish to complain about that when he’d been celibate since Lily’s death and he just shouldn’t expect sex so quickly, obviously.  Well, he could, but clearly, Sirius thinks he shouldn’t.  Such nonsense, but it’s Sirius and he absolutely wants this to go well, so he just tries to behave.  

      It’s just so hard when he sees Sirius being such a good dad to Harry, which he’s surprised to learn is such a turn on for him.  Definitely related to why he wants to jump his bones all the time.  

      It certainly doesn’t help that he looks good even in just the basic clothing of shorts and t-shirts.  He bends over to pick something up for one of the kids, and damn that beautiful arse.  

      “Earth to James,” Jackie says, waving a hand in front of his face.

      “I’m sorry, what?” James asks, looking at her surprised.  

      She laughs, “You seem distracted by your boyfriend’s arse.”

      James flushes.  “Can’t help it.  I probably wouldn’t be if I actually got to see it.”

      Jackie gives him a look.

      “I sort of expected that once I told him how I felt that – well, we’d have sex.  You know, like skip a few steps since we’ve been sharing a bed, best friends for years, and fancying each other for a while.”

      “And that’s not what happened?”

      “No,” James says, sadly.  “For some reason he thinks we need to go slow.  I feel like a dozen years is quite slow.”

      “Except for almost all of those years you were looking at your wife as the person that you fancied.  Those years don’t count for that.”

      James shrugs, “Fair enough.  Still, that arse.”

      “It is pretty fine – don’t worry, you’ll get it someday.”

      James grins.  “Hopefully someday soon.”

      She raises her mimosa.  “Cheers.”

***

      Sirius sighs as he throws himself down on the couch.  His kid is asleep, the party is cleaned up and he’s exhausted.  Chasing around after three-year-olds is not his idea of fun, but at least Harry had a good birthday.  Sirius always goes all out because he wants to make up for Lily not being there, but it’s difficult sometimes.

      “You sound exhausted,” James comments as he enters the room.  He lays on his back with his head in Sirius’ lap.  

      Sirius looks down at him, noticing that he’s already down to his pants.  Something he hadn’t done before they got together.  It’s not hard for Sirius to figure out why as Sirius is aware that James wants sex, and he’s making it more and more obvious by trying to show off as much of his body as possible whenever possible, but Sirius won’t give in.  

      It’s too bad for James that Sirius has lived with him for most of the last dozen years and isn’t that phased to see a mostly naked James since he was never all that modest – especially around the dorm room or their home in the last couple of years.  

      “Can I help you?” Sirius questions, obviously trying to address James’ head in his lap.  

      “I thought we’d relax a bit before bed and you would like to play with my hair,” James suggests, blinking up at him innocently.  

      It’s a fair suggestion given that Sirius usually plays with James’ hair while he unwinds and does the crossword, “Alright then.”

      Sirius does enjoy petting James, so he settles in with his crossword and pets him, calmly.  Unfortunately, James doesn’t just want to be petted.  No, after a few minutes, James wants more attention (not at all surprising that this attempt had been a ploy to get Sirius’ attention).

Thus, instead, he sits up and snuggles up against Sirius clearly wanting more attention.  His hands trailing up Sirius’ leg to his cock.  Sirius would ignore him, but his hands are getting a bit too close to Sirius’ cock to let it slide.  “Bad boy.  I told you – slow.”

      James groans and gives him a pleading look.  “I just – I want more.”

      “I know, but … it’s for the best to wait,” Sirius states, even as James kisses his cheek, and his hands itch closer Sirius’ cock.  Sirius grabs the hands to stop him from actually getting there.  “James, we’ve had one date.”

      James opens his mouth to counter before shutting it, again.  

      Clearly, James isn’t going the traditional route with the two of them.  Thus, Sirius is going to have to push that route.  

      “Why don’t we do this?  We’ll go on another date and see each other outside of the house.” Sirius smiles, “Don’t you want to enjoy another drive down the coast?  We could go hiking, have a picnic, and just spend some time outside – it’s been a while since we’ve enjoyed nature.”

      James looks down at their hands, and then Sirius’ lips.  “Sounds perfect, when?”

      “Saturday,” Sirius grins.  “Spencer and Evan offered to let Harry play at their house.”

      “It’s a date,” James grins, giving him a kiss.

      Sirius smiles.  “Yes, it is.”

[quindolyn]

hi hi i have a req- remus and/or sirius where the reader has like bigger boobs w like stretch marks and stuff (bc theyre natural!!) and shes insecure ab them so the boy(s) make her feel better

Stripes || Wolfstar

A/N: I am not particularly fond of this piece all that much but it is what it is. I tried not to mention breast size too much because I know not everyone has big tits and I want as many people as possible to resonate with my work. Tits of all shapes and sizes can have stretch marks, they are completely natural and beautiful.

Warnings: smoking, it's not too too smutty I'd call it more fluffy smut, tit sucking, mentions of love bites, all acts are consensual and there is an established safe word

Word Count: 1,928

“We could go again,” Sirius offers as he lights his cigarette, leaning up against the headboard, guiding the fag to his lips he inhales deeply and you can’t help but be mesmerized as you watch his lips wrap around it.

Pink and soft, they're swollen from the night's previous activities, thinking about how they got that way sends a shiver down your spine, do yours look the same? Exhaling, you watch the smoke curl out his nose before dissipating into the air.

“Don’t know Pads, you think you could get it up again?” Remus stretches to reach his wand on the bedside table quickly and silently spelling you all clean.

Grey eyes flash with annoyance as he lifts the cigarette back up to his lips, though you must’ve watched him smoke hundreds of times you still can’t manage to tear your eyes away.

Maybe it's the way his fingers manipulate the small object as he plays with it absentmindedly that draws you in, the joints and muscles in his hand shifting under pale skin which looks almost as soft as it actually is.

Every now and again he’ll catch you staring at him, like now for example. His eyes flicker downwards finding your optics already fixed on him, “You want a hit Princess?” He raises his eyebrow, gesturing with the hand holding the smoke.

You nod your head, it’s not every day you’re included in their little smoke breaks post coitus, “Please.”

“Please,” Sirius mocks you as he leans down to hold the cigarette to your lips. You barely have the chance to taste the tobacco before it's being pulled away, this time to your right where Remus takes his time enjoying his smoke.

You can’t help but whine as it departs your lips and you’re met by the shit eating grin on Sirius’ face, clearly taking pleasure in teasing you so mercilessly.

“No whining Princess, smoking isn’t good for pretty girls is it?” Letting his hand cup the side of your face his thumb runs along the soft cushion of your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to tease you.

In your peripheral vision you catch the cig being handed over your head, exchanging between the two boys as you nod your head once more.

“Good girl,” He coos, before taking another hit.

As the smoke leaves his nostrils he’s dipping down to find your lips. He tastes of smoke and something about it coming from his lips makes it all the more sweet, it’s probably better than the real thing.

It’s intensified as his tongue delves into your mouth, you can practically feel the smoke in your lungs, you’ve never been a match for him and simply let your tongue be manipulated by his before he pulls back, connecting the two of you with a strand of saliva that when it breaks falls onto the side of your face.

“Messy girl,” He murmurs, smug smirk on his lips, as he wipes away the mess, in reality his efforts only work to smear the spit on your cheek rather than clean it up.

“So what do you think baby?” Remus asks, sitting up and pulling you with him so you’re both upright, “You wanna try and go again?”

“I don’t know Rem, you think Siri can get it back up or is my wrist gonna cramp trying to get him hard?”

“You two are cruel,” No matter how hard he tries to hide it you can see the slight smile pulling upwards at his lips, “You’re even hiding your titties from me, mean.”

He gestures towards your chest, he’s right, you’d subconsciously clutched the sheet to your chest, crossing your arms to keep it in place and your breasts covered.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as the realization dawns upon you, it wasn’t that you were intentionally guarding them from either boy but you realize that that is how it looks.

“No it's not that Siri I just, I usually keep them covered. They’re… they’re… “ You stumble over your words, only increasing your embarrassment.

“They’re what puppy?” Remus asks, lightly brushing your hair behind your ear so that he has access to your temple, smearing his lips across the soft skin.

“I don’t know,” As you grow shy your voice drops to a mere mumble, “They’ve got all sorts of marks on them.”

This proves worrisome enough for Sirius to set down his fag, letting it sit in the ashtray on the nightstand.

“You mean stretch marks Princess?”

You try your best not to cringe at those words, stretch marks. It's not a dirty word, somewhere inside you, you know that but that has never stopped you from being insecure by them. Deliberately choosing tops that side the ones that sprout from the tops, near your under arm before traveling down the curvature of your tit. Making sure your lingerie always has some sort of extra covering where they’re most visible.

You feel Remus’ hold on you tighten from behind at your pained silence, it's telling enough.

“Just don’t like them.”

Your words have Sirius climbing closer to you, throwing your legs around his hips so the two of you can sit face to face while Remus holds you from behind.

“May we see them, Puppy?” Remus’ elegant fingertips dance along the top of the sheet which resides just a few inches below your collarbone. You shiver at his dainty touch, his fingers are light as feathers, slowly coaxing you into trusting them with this.

“It’s okay,” Sirius’ hand delicately grasps your knee over the soft sheet, “Wanna see our pretty girls but it's alright if you need a moment puppy.”

“No, s’okay.”

Sirius gives you a small smile that only grows as you drop the sheet, letting it pool at your waist.

He spares you a glance before slowly extending his arm, giving you time to tell him to stop or pull the sheet back up, and even though you want to do both those things and more you love Siri. You love Rem. And you know that they’ll be gentle and patient with you.

So instead you steel yourself for his touch relaxing as you feel Remus’ sizable hands wrap around your waist, resting on your tummy.

Your shoulders bunch back up as the tips of Sirius’ fingers,  nails having been painted black just a few hours ago. His touch is steady as he finds a particularly predominant mark tracing along the curve of your tit.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous (Y/N), can’t believe I get to touch you.”

“You’re silly Siri.”

“Not silly, you’re just fucking breathtaking. You got the nicest tits.”

“Just all marked up,” You shrug your shoulders, Remus takes the opportunity to smooth his chapped lips along your joint.

“No,” Remus contradicts, “They’re marked up when we sink our teeth into them and leave pretty bruises all over them,” His hands travel from your waist to explore your tit before stopping on the top of your left one where he remembers having sucked rather fervently just an hour before, “Like right here.”

His pressing down on the flesh pulls a squeak from you as a shock of pain shoots up your spine, leaving your body tingly and the specific spot where his fingers rest pulsing.

“These,” He continues, dragging his fingers over the small indents in your skin, “Are your stripes.”

Sirius leans down, capturing your nipple in his mouth as his hands go to support the weight of your breast. The angle’s a bit awkward but it seems to do little, if anything, to discourage him.

Gently capturing your nipple with his teeth he sucks harder, nuzzling at your chest as he does so. The pleasure that you derive from such a simple act has your head falling back onto the solidity of Remus’ shoulder, pulling whimpers from your throat as you jutt your chest out.

“So fucking good,” Sirius growls as he regretably lets go of your titty, “Pretty nipples,” He accentuates his point by twisting them each between his fingers, “Pretty stripes.”

Leaning down he drags his tongue along one of your stretch marks, beginning in the valley between your breasts before extending upwards.

“They’re completely natural, Puppy,” Remus’ voice is subdued as he runs his hands up and down your waist, “Lots of people have them on their tits, Siri and I have them in other places too.”

“S different on you , Remmy,” You try to explain, “You two are perfect.”

“Does it bother you when we see them during sex baby?” He asks with genuine curiosity in his voice, the thought of making you uncomfortable when you’re so open and vulnerable leaving his stomach twisting.

“Not always, no,” He remains silent, urging you to continue, “You make me feel beautiful Rem, both of you, I just can’t help but not like them, don’t like the way they look, or the way they feel.”

You hear him suck in a deep breath and you can practically hear the gears in his mind turning as he contemplates just what to say.

His hands move to hold both sides of your face in his palms as his forehead falls to rest against yours.

“Let us show you how beautiful your tits are, will you let us do that?”

“You don’t have to-”

Sirius cuts you off, releasing your tit from his mouth, “We want to (Y/N), let us,” He dips his head back down, delicately kissing the top of one of your breasts, “Please.”

He murmurs the simple, one syllable, word against your skin, the sensation sending shivers through your body. He rolls your hardened nipples between his fingers, it's nearly enough to have you mewling as you kneel at his feet. Maybe another time.

Before you can register what’s happening, strong hands are softly pushing you back so that you’re laying down on the bed.

You feel the steady weight of your breasts bouncing on your chest before they’re being grasped by hands that just by touch you recognize as Remus’. His thumbs run along the insides of your breasts where more faded lines reside, creating swirling patterns that Remus seems to thoroughly enjoy.

“You know why you got these right?” Sirius questions, raising his brow.

You shake your head.

“Because you got big fucking tits Princess, look at them!” Smoothly he replaces Remus’ hands with his own, letting their weight settle in his hands, “Bigger than my hands, bigger than Rem’s, they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He drops onto his bum as he reaches over you to pick up his fag, raising it to his lips as his eyes fixate on your bare tits, a wicked smirk on his lips. Instead of feeling uncomfortable under his eyes the feeling is something equivalent to the sun’s rays shining on you, warming you all the way down to your core.

You can’t help but smile at the sincerity in his voice, the absolution with which he speaks pulling at your heart strings. How did you get so lucky as to deserve his love? Though he’s not as chatty you know Remus believes every word out of Sirius’ mouth, tenderly he takes your hand in his, absentmindedly playing with your fingers while your two hands rest in his lap.

“It’s just hard to believe you guys sometimes, m’your girlfriend, you gotta be nice to me.”

Gently Remus guides your hand to his crotch, you’re met by his aching cock which you’re just now realizing is standing fully erect, aching, weeping red tip smearing precum against his lean belly.

“Believe us now?”

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[partlystiles]

I just discovered your blog and I'm in love! Your fics are wonderful and I really like your writing style! May I request a fic with Remus? What if after a particularly rough full moon Remus' brain is kind of messed up and doesn't remember his friends and Y/n? Maybe Y/n realizes that they're in love with Remus but they were afraid to confess it 🥺 Please ignore my ask if you don't like this topic, no worries! Best wishes! X

Remus Lupin x gn!reader (slight james potter x reader, slight mary mcdonald x reader)

summary: as it says in the request!

word count: 1,930

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“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. For fucks sake, Sirius, what the hell happened?”

“Relax, Y/N.” Sirius Black grunted, an arm of his injured friend over his shoulders as he and James Potter helped Remus Lupin back into the school after that night’s full moon; Peter Pettigrew followed them closely, fretting and looking close to tears as he walked behind them.

Y/N had been waiting for the four of them to return at the entrance they knew they always used and the wave of dread that had went through them when they saw the state of Remus was like something they had never felt before. Their heart had plummeted down to its lowest point at the mere sight of the blood-covered boy.

Remus was barely recognisable, his face soaked in red and bruised all over; he was unconscious, and Y/N hoped it was just from sleeping or being knocked out instead of him being close to death which he looked like he was. A pair of shorts had been haphazardly pulled up his legs, so it was covering his privates, but the rest of his body was bare and scratched.

All of them seemed to have scratches on them, James had a big one on his cheek, Sirius had blood soaking through his shirt and Peter’s hair was bloody and his hands wet and red. Y/N thought it was horrifying and despite it being almost selfish to think, they couldn’t help but be relieved that their Animagus spell hadn’t worked.

It might have worked if their teacher hadn’t discovered the Mandrake leaf in her mouth and used tweezers to take it out. Y/N felt disappointed in themselves for getting caught but Remus had said it didn’t matter, but they still desperately wanted to do it for him and help. 

Over and over, he said he would even prefer that they didn’t and get themselves in danger, but Y/N felt helpless every time they would see Remus come back in terrible pain. They felt extremely helpless tonight as well considering the state of him.

Y/N had been one of the last to find out about Remus’ furry little problem and it had only been when they had the lesson on Boggarts and then a lesson on Werewolves straight after that they had figured it out. His fear had been the moon and in the werewolf lesson, he looked quite ill. Y/N offered him some water, but he refused and looked solemn for the rest of the hour.

It started to make sense, but Y/N didn’t say anything, they weren’t sure, at least until they heard his friends calling him Moony. Then they knew. For sure this time and suddenly they didn’t know how to act around him, it wasn’t like they were against werewolves, it was just that they knew his secret and he didn’t know that they knew. 

And for some reason they couldn’t handle the awkwardness so stupidly, they pulled him into a cramped broom closet one Monday afternoon and told him they knew. He freaked out and they quickly realised the broom closet was not the best place to have done that, but they sat with him anyway and reassured they would not tell anyone at all. 

Remus seemed to be the awkward one after that but after a couple minutes of sitting in silence, he told them about what they do on full moons and how his friends were animagi. Then the next week, he noticed they weren’t talking as much and then gave them that one look when their teacher had discovered the leaf in their mouth.

Still, he allowed them to wait up but allowed them nowhere near the Whomping Willow on full moons. It was the best they could have asked for, but they still wished to be there for him, they weren’t quite sure what this need was but just blamed it on their tendency to put others first. 

But that didn’t help the guilt and dread they were feeling now.

“Relax?” They asked, gaping at Sirius’ back as they hurried down the corridor to the Hospital Wing. “How can I relax when his face looks like that? What happened?”

“I can’t even remember.” Peter said and they looked over at him, he looked absolutely traumatised as they walked and Y/N sighed, taking a wipe out of the pack they had in their pocket. “I think I blacked out.”

“This might sting.” They took his right hand in theirs and began to wipe at the cut, Peter gasped and whined slightly at the pain whilst they moved as quickly as they could to the Hospital Wing. 

It was only a short journey thanks to their speed, and they arrived in no time, bursting through the doors, and laying Remus down on one of the beds before they went to knock on Madam Pomfrey’s office door and hopefully awaken her from her bedroom that was above her office. Sirius banged roughly on the door, yelling, and awakening a student who was in another Hospital Bed.

“Sit here, Peter.” Y/N pat the bed beside Remus’ and Peter slipped onto it whilst James told the other kid to be quiet. “Nearly done.”

“What is it, Mr. Black?” A woman’s voice seethed, and Y/N glanced up to see Madam Pomfrey in her dressing gown and her hair in a bun, Sirius only stepped away from the door and gestured over to where Remus lay, and Pomfrey immediately burst into action.

She retreated into her office and came back out pushing a metal trolley with medical supplies on it that Y/N snuck two bandages from to bandage Peter’s hands up. He winced as they did so, and they apologised softly with a small smile and after they had patched up Peter, all their attention went to Remus.

Madam Pomfrey was already working on him, muttering words under her breath, and waving her wand. Y/N watched the blood slowly dissipate from Remus’ body and held their breath for a moment as the boy whined and shifted, Madam Pomfrey’s hand touching his shoulder gently and muttering a charm which made him slump back down. 

“Y/N.” Sirius said, snapping them out of their trance staring at Remus. They turned to look at the boy and he had his bloody shirt stripped from his body, the cut the blood had come from clear as day and swiped down his toned chest. “Can you help?”

Y/N cast one glance at Remus and walked over to Sirius, swiping another two bandages from the trolley, and taking another wipe out of their pocket. He sat onto another bed and lay back so they could reach more of his chest, they repeated the process carefully and eventually had him stand so they could wrap the bandage around his chest.

“James, you need help?” Y/N turned to the last boy who shook his head, Peter sat next to him doing his bandages whilst Madam Pomfrey kept on tending to Remus.

“You’re like a Healer.” Sirius commented but Y/N wasn’t listening, continuing to stare sadly at Remus who looked slightly more recognisable now that the blood was off his face. The long scar that ran across his face could be seen again and as Madam Pomfrey put purple paste over his other face cuts. “Done staring, L/N?”

“Hm?” They looked back to Sirius finally and saw him smirking as he slipped the bloody shirt back on. “What are you smirking about?”

“He likes you back, you know.” He said, coming over to sit himself down beside them and Y/N scoffed at him, shaking their head. “He’s never said it but it’s extremely obvious. Y/N’s hair is so soft, Y/N’s smile is so bright, Y/N’s so smart, Y/N-”

“- doesn’t like him.” Y/N said, standing up from the bed and glancing warily at Sirius who raised his eyebrows at them questioningly. They avoided eye contact and walked back to Remus’ bed. “That’s absurd, we’re just friends.”

“Just friends, my ass.” Sirius scoffed and Y/N sat in a chair beside the bed, staring at Remus’ healing cuts with a frown before looking at his hand and wishing they could hold it. “You guys were so close at Lily’s birthday party the other week.”

“We were just dancing.” Y/N rolled their eyes.

“His hand was on your hip.”

“He lost his balance.

“You almost kissed.”

Y/N didn’t have an argument for that one, they really had almost kissed. He was just so close to them; they were pressed against him, and alcohol couldn’t even be used as an argument as neither of them had drank. Remus looked right into their eyes and stepped even closer, if possible, Y/N lost their balance and gripped his shoulder for support and then their faces had got closer and closer...

Until someone had knocked into Remus and set them apart, then the boys came over to take Remus away and Y/N was left to their own friends. It was an almost kiss and something Y/N thought about every day since.

“I’ve snogged James at a party before.” Y/N defended weakly, that had been because of the endless amounts of alcohol that they had drunk. They only knew that it happened because of the pictures they saw the morning after. “And I slept with Mary.”

Again, drunk and known from the waking up naked in bed together before Y/N snuck out. 

“Both times you were drunk.” Sirius smirked and Y/N looked away from him, they were not having that conversation, not whilst Remus was unconscious in the bed next to them. “And you were dressed as MJ from the Spiderman comics, James thought you were Lily. And you know who dressed as Peter Parker when you were dressed as Mary-Jane Watson...Remus.”

“That means nothing, Sirius, we both like the comics.”

“The comic series that he got you 10 copies of for your birthday.” Sirius emphasised and raised his eyebrows again. Y/N looked at him and was sure that their cheeks were aflame, but they just looked away again. “Y/N, trust me, he lo-”

A groan from their left made the two of them stop talking and they looked at Remus immediately, he seemed to be coming back to himself after Madam Pomfrey had sorted him out before. James and Peter hurried over too, James calling out for Pomfrey who had retreated to her office for a small moment.

“Remus,” Y/N called out softly, touching his hand gently.

The boy continued to shift and make noise before his eyes slowly opened and he blinked sluggishly around at the Hospital Wing. Y/N said his name again and he turned his head to look at them, squinting his eyes slightly and taking his hand from under theirs. He then looked to Sirius, to James and then to Peter and the four of them all looked at one another.

“Remus, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked again, their eyebrows knitting together in concern whilst Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her office and towards the bed. “Are you okay?”

“Who-” He furrowed his eyebrows at them before facing the boys again and squinting even though there was a hint of recognition behind his eyes. He looked back to Y/N and stared them right in the eyes. “Who are you?”

Once again, their heart dropped to their stomach and they let their jaw drop, turning their head to face Sirius in alarm. They nearly teared up but welled it down as Sirius turned to them and frowned. Y/N looked back at Remus and teared up at his genuinely confused face.

[impishtubist]

prongsfoot anon from last night just coming back to say that yes omg moonseeker is fantastic and the prongsfoot and moonseeker combination is so ideal. i love sirius, remus, and james in any combination, but i usually prefer to have all three of them be involved in each other’s lives no matter what the specific romantic ship is if it isn’t wolfstarbucks (wolfstar moonchaser prongsfoot etc) so prongsfoot and moonseeker together is just perfect to me!

i can imagine a post-war scenario where james & sirius are together and have harry, and remus is either living with them or he spends most of his time at godric’s hollow when he’s not working; he doesn’t date and he hasn’t really concerned himself with finding a partner. he’s just happy all four of them survived the war mostly intact, and he focuses his attention pretty much entirely on james, sirius, and harry, the former of whom aren’t exactly chomping at the bit for remus to date anyone either (they’re all a bit codependent, always have been, but are particularly so after the war, especially if the stuff with peter still happened). so they’re happy! things are good!

regulus meanwhile is doing okay, and he’s also at godric’s hollow quite a bit, but he’s a lot lonelier because he tends to put himself through periods of self-imposed exile because of a general sense of guilt for things that happened during the war, or things that happened during school, or his and sirius’s childhood, etc. he also hasn’t been dating, but that is in part due to the fact that he’s had a frankly massive crush on remus since regulus was in at least 5th year. his feelings only became stronger when they work together during the war, after regulus switched sides. he loves how sweet remus is and also how absolutely unhinged he can be (they definitely unalived some death eaters together a few times). he ignores all of this for awhile because he thinks either james and/or sirius are dating remus, then once he finds out that isn’t the case he doesn’t do anything about it because he thinks remus won’t be interested in dating his best friend’s ex-death eater little brother. but one day remus comes to grimmauld to pick up the wolfsbane potion regulus makes for him (either james or sirius could easily make it but regulus specifically offered, he wants to make it for remus and likes being able to help him out somehow). and once regulus has it ready he comes downstairs to his office where he told remus to wait and finds him sitting on the floor with one of the occamies regulus keeps (for potions reasons) curled bodily around him and remus is petting their head like they’re a dog and not a particularly aggressive magical creature. remus just looks up, and says, “oh i hope it’s okay i’m holding them! they seemed curious about me and wanted out of the cage” and poor regulus just can’t take it anymore and blurts out “yes that’s fine also please can i take you on a date. we can get dinner. that’s something people do on dates isn’t it?”

and remus at first thinks he’s having him on; as far as he’s aware neither of them go on dates and besides that regulus is well fit, rich, established, a war hero, etc; remus frankly does not see where the appeal lies in himself for regulus and tells him so because the poor thing is overly blunt. and regulus immediately gets on the defensive and gets all haughty about it, very much “well don’t you think if i wanted to be with one of those high society twats i would be already? who are you to tell me we’re not suited? i’ve fancied you since i saw you flitting around in the black lake during your 6th year dirtying your trousers as you looked for glimpses of grindylows, while you waited for potter and my lovelorn brother to stop snogging in the woods. i’ve wanted you since and while we were hunting death eaters together and even when i thought you were dating my brother and every time i show up at godric’s hollow to find you letting our godson chase you around on that toy broom i bought him. if you’re not interested in dating an ex-death eater then fine but don’t pretend for a moment i shouldn’t be interested in you.”

and remus is shocked, because that is a lot to process. it’s obvious poor regulus has been bottling this up for awhile, and while remus isn’t quite on the same level of interest as him, he can more than see the appeal and for the same reasons. so of course he tells regulus he doesn’t care about regulus being an ex-DE, not after all regulus did and nearly died to make up for it. and while regulus is still mentally processing that remus says he thinks he would fancy a date with him and says dinner is fine but suggests maybe they can go foraging for potions ingredients at dawn instead? that he could pack them a breakfast and that might be more enjoyable for them than stuffing themselves in a restaurant to be stared at. and reg realizes then and there he’s in love, he really already knew remus was it for him but then he just goes and confirms it like that.

and they do go out that morning since the full moon is a few days away and remus is likely to be lethargic in the aftermath; they have a lovely time and regulus thoroughly enjoys the breakfast remus makes him that contains food you would feed a three-year-old (remus is not very good at cooking for adults but he is good at cooking for harry). remus does very much want there to be a second date but decides he should probably speak to sirius about it first because they are all adults and everything but it does feel a bit weird to continue on like this with regulus without letting sirius know, especially because the last thing remus wants is to cause any sort of contention between sirius and regulus. so he goes home late that morning near noon and finds sirius looking like he’s just gotten up, he’s in the middle of feeding harry and sirius has already got avocado in his hair and remus just starts cleaning it out for him and gets right into it like “so i went on a date this morning” and sirius is SHOCKED. because, first of all, remus doesn’t date! second of all he made no mention of this to sirius (or james) before the fact and how dare remus not bring them by beforehand so sirius and james could give them the “shovel talk to end all shovel talks”. third of all where in the world did remus find someone as odd as him who not only gets up before dawn but wants to go on a date at dawn?

james gets home from quidditch at nearly the exact same time, greets all three with forehead kisses, and once he figures out what’s going on, has the exact same questions. (“you didn’t even let us threaten them, moony, that wasn’t very nice.”) and remus, more than a bit exasperated, informs them both he does know how to defend himself and besides, he doubted they would feel the need to threaten regulus, of all people. james and sirius, instead of being surprised, sit there, and look right at each other, and nod sagely because they had noticed regulus staring, right, they have eyes, it was obvious, and thought remus knew and simply hadn’t said anything because he wasn’t interested himself. remus absolutely cannot believe they never mentioned it and sirius admits “well we didn’t want you to feel pressured and as much as i love regulus he needs to figure his own love life out. plus i predicted one day he would probably explode with feelings like this and it would be good for him emotionally”. james and sirius also admit they didn’t really want remus to date but figure since it’s regulus it’s fine, they know and trust him with their lives so obviously they trust him with remus (half of the reason remus never dated before was similar to this, he didn’t want to bring anyone around james and sirius and specifically harry he didn’t know he could trust, and the werewolf thing in addition to this, it was all just overly complicated and felt too risky).

harry, who is stewing quietly in sirius’s arms now, does not really know what’s going on and gets the idea into his head that they’re talking about remus leaving and he gets real fussy about it, all “where’s moony going? who’s taking moony away? he can’t leave he needs to stay here with us!” and he calms down a bit when remus explains he’s just going to be spending more time with uncle reggie now, but harry still tries to insist they should both spend it with him at godric’s hollow. after this regulus likely has his own talk about it with sirius sometime in the future, and it’s all well and good and they might even cry a bit and then remus and regulus go on many dates where they look for potions ingredients and magical creatures and even have a dinner or two out and remus blows up a few potions in regulus’s lab.

teddy even likely shows up a few years down the line and they love and adore him, this kid they had who is somehow the opposite of them and not all that in to playing quidditch and hates getting dirty (they spend so much time shopping for clothes with him, literally more than they ever thought they would in their lives) (he’s also only interested in quidditch when he’s watching uncle prongs play) and regulus cries proud and happy tears when he’s sorted into hufflepuff. whew that was a lot and hope it was alright but i just adore these six so much.

Anon, I love everything about this!!!! You need to write this fic. I am ordering you to do so. Moonseeker and Prongsfoot, with Sirius and James and Harry loving their Moony so much and being really protective of him?? Remus and Regulus going hunting for potions ingredients and dark creatures together?? Regulus pining for Remus??? And omg, it never would have occurred to me to have Remus and Regulus be Teddy's parents, but now I need it so badly. Thank you for blessing me with this headcanon in my inbox, and now I need fic for it.

[st0nesnglitter]

May i please request some delicious Sirius smut? During a drunken/high game of truth or dare with their friends (Marauders and Lily etc), Reader admits she has never received oral before. Once everyone is gone Sirius offers to remedy this, whisking her away somewhere quiet (like Astronomy Tower or RoR) so he can eat her out...because he LOVES eating pussy and wants to be the first one to eat hers. She's very squirmy so he has to hold her down...but he doesn't just stop at the one orgasm. He continues devouring her till she's cum at least 4 or 5 times, at which point he can't take it anymore and fucks her six ways to Sunday.

oh this is it

Remus slender fingers were in the midst of rolling a new joint, the last one being finished by Sirius. Lily had just downed a shot of firewhiskey and the mood was light, comfortable. Your head was spinning slighlty and you couldn’t stop all the giggles escaping your lips. The night had started with Sirius giddily showing off the bag he had sweet talked his way to through a Hufflepuff boy and had ended, well, here.

In a circle all of your friends were laughing, everyone intoxicated in one way or another, and one wanted to play truth or dare. After a couple of rounds Lily had given Marlene a hickey, James stripped down to his boxers and gave Peter a lapdance and Remus had told his most embarrasing interaction with a teacher.

And so the attention was back on you.

”Truth or dare, love” Remus asked before taking another hit.

”Truth” you said as you leaned forward slightly, eager for the question.

”Okay, hmm.. do you prefer giving or recieving head?”

Your heart dropped slightly as you realized that they would find out about your lack of experience in that department. You had gone down on a guy, but never been reciprocated. After a few moments of ‘thinking’ about your answer you decided to try and avoid the truth.

“I’m gonna say give” you said confidently.

The group all broke out in surprised faces, everyone thinking that the answer was obvoius.

“Are you mad?!” Lily burst out, “getting head is amazing!”

“Well maybe she hasn’t been with someone as good as me” James quipped and he got a few eyerolls and Lily hit the back of his head.

“I don’t know.. I uh” you realized you had backed yourself into a corner and just should tell the truth, “I have never received head”.

The shocked faces that met you when you told your initial answer quadrupled and practically everyones jaw were on the floor.

“Never?” Remus asked suspiciously, almost not believing you.

You shook your head and looked down at your hands. Your friends broke out in discussions on how fucked up that was, but one of them was quiet. Sirius sat with a slight glossed over look, like he was thinking really hard, and you tried to gather his attention.

“We just gotta pray that you will get some real men in bed soon” Marlene said before directing the question toward someone else.

As everyone started to scatter you felt a hand around your wrist and you looked back to meet a pair of grey irises.

“Can we take a quick walk, love?” Sirius asked, not really waiting for an answer as he started to lead you out.

He padded through the empty corridors, carefully listening after other footsteps so you wouldn’t get caught. You admired his look: his hair was, for once, not styled to perfection and it was tousled, the buttons on his shirt had slowly opened up and you could see his toned chest underneath. Right under his left collarbone there was a small stick n’ poke tattoo that James did last year, and another one was on the wrist that was holding onto you.

His feet came to a stop by a big wooden door, one you’ve never seen before.

“Where are we Si?” You asked and he turned around to look at you for the first time in a couple of minutes.

“You’ve never been here? It’s the room of requirement” he explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “it appears when you need it”.

He opened the door and inside there was a single bed, big enough for five people, and a bottle of firewhiskey.

“I have a proposition, a promise” Sirius started and sat you down on the bed, standing in front of you, “I wanna make you feel good”.

Your heart started to beat so hard you were certain that he could hear it and you could only manage to nod.

“Want to make up for all those shitty guys, I wanna eat you out.”

He looked at you like it was the most normal thing ever, like your incredibly attractive and desirable friend didn’t just ask to go down on you.

”Well darling, are you going to let me?” Sirius asked after a moment of silence, his voice soft and his hand came down to brush over your cheek.

You nodded quickly and he gave you a bright smile before giving your shoulder a light push. You dropped against the mattress and he crawled on top of you.

”M’ gonna kiss you now” he announced and you nodded again, his movements were more careful than what you would’ve expected from the schools biggest playboy. He placed his lips against yours and after a few nervous moments you got into it.

You treaded your hands in his long hair, smiling into the kiss. He pulled away to look at you for a moment before moving down onto your neck and made some light lovebites. His hands got down to your pants and you froze.

”Nervous?” Sirius asked with a crooked smile, pressing a kiss against your jaw. You nodded with a bright blush over your cheeks that burned like a fire.

”Don’t have to be love, we’ll take it slow” he mumbled before reaching over for the bottle, ”wanna do a quick drink for some courage?”

”Yeah, think that’ll help me” you giggled.

Sirius took a swig of the whiskey, but when you reached for the bottle to take your own he leant down and pressed his kiss towards your lips. The amber liquid slipped out of his mouth and into yours, slowly opening up to let his tongue follow it.

His hands went back to your fly, opening as he left soft kisses against your stomach. He fumbled slightly when he started pulling down and you giggled.

”Shut up, can’t be smooth all the time” he grumbled with a playful spark in his eyes.

Being able to laugh and joke around in such a, what you thought, serious situation made you gain some confidence so you let your hands wander over Sirius’ shoulders and chest. Your fingers met the top button of his dress shirt and you started unbutton it until he moved further down.

”Look at that” he said to himself, letting his fingers wander over the lacy pattern of your panties, ”so pretty, and all fo’ me”.

The blush that had been harbouring your face grew brighter, and you had to look away from the grinning face in between your thighs. He dropped one of his fingers to trace your slit and you gasped.

“No one has taken care of you, pretty girl, gonna have to take my time”, the tip of his finger pressed against your clit and you grabbed onto his shoulders.

“So responsive” he admired and leaned forward to kiss over your mound, “no ones mouth has graces your beautiful pussy, huh?”

In your haze of teasing pleasure you assumed it was rhetorical, but his fingers left you and he looked up at you expectingly.

“N-no, you’re first Si” you mumbled, slightly embarrassed to be reminded of your inexperience.

Sirius groaned into your inner thigh, the tent that had been growing in his pants ever since the game strained against the fabric of his trousers, impossibly hard from your innocent

“That’s so fucking hot” he smiled up at your and hooked his fingers in your panties and dragged them down your legs.

When they were in his hands he admired them for a while before putting them in his back pocket.

“Those are mine now” he said before turning his attention back to your thighs, biting marks into them.

His tongue peeked out to soothe over the marks when he felt content with the amount he had left before he turned to the other one. You started to grow impatient and pulled at his hair.

“What do you want, darling? Gotta use your words” he said with a tilt of his head.

“I want you to start” you whined and looked into his eyes to see if it was good enough.

“Start what? Can’t do what you want if you don’t tell me”.

“I want you to..” you trailed off for a moment but Sirius nodded at you to continue, “to eat me out”.

He smiled brightly and grabbed onto your thighs, pressing a quick kiss on your hip.

“Good girl”.

His tongue delved straight into you and you moaned loudly at the unexpected action, grabbing onto his hair again. After a few thrusts of his tongue he moved his mouth to your clit, wrapping his lips around it to provide some suction. You couldn’t stop the sounds leaving your mouth, the feeling was unlike anything you’ve ever felt and it was amazing.

When you let out a particularly loud moan he smiled against your pussy and gave you an appreciating, and encouraging, hum. The vibrations shook through your body and you thrashed against the mattress.

Sirius pulled away from you for a second to watch as his fingers slid over core, collecting some of your wetness, before pushing one in. Your jaw fell slack and clenched around his finger. He pushed it in and out a few times before adding another one.

“Feel good?” He asked, trying to encourage you to be more vocal, and started to kitten lick at your clit.

“Yes, fuck yes Si!” You yelled out, arching your back off the bed.

“Taste amazing love, like the sweetest fruit” he mumbled against you before wrapping his lips around your clit again.

He started alternating sucking at your clit and licking at it, his fingers pressing against your g-spot. The pressure in your lower stomach was starting to grow unbearable and you started to tap at his shoulders.

“Sirius! Fuck, Sirius I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out and his movements went into an impossible speed and you let go over his face.

When your breathing started to level out Sirius pulled away from your core, chin glistening and his eyes glittering.

“You’re amazing” you breathed out and gave him a smile with hazy eyes and he returned it.

He layed down next to you, wiping his chin against the back of his hand. When you looked over at him you saw the bulge in his pants and your hand found its way to it. He groaned and grabbed onto your wrist.

“Your turn” you said with a smile.

[omgrachwrites]

Playing The Hero - Chapter Four

Pairing: Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!Reader 

Summary: Soulmates have a way of seeing and feeling each other’s emotions by a gem that is set in the palm of their hand which glows with magic. The colour of the gem on the palm of your hand, erratically changes between different colours. Unbeknownst to you, every time the gem on your soulmates palm glows blue he feels very over protective and worried. That’s just what happens when your soulmate always plays the hero. Soulmate Au

Warnings: fluff!!!

Words: 2296

A/N: Sorry this is so late guys (but it works out pretty well posting it on the 1st of September), life is crazy right now! I hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all very much! xxx

masterlist

Yellow - Happy, Secure, Excited

Red - Scared, Nervous, Unsure, Angry

Grey - Stressed, Worried

Blue - Sad, Hurt, Frustrated

Orange - Overprotective

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Chapter Four

When Harry woke up on that dreary miserable Saturday, he felt excited despite the horrible weather, and for a second he couldn’t understand why. Then, all of a sudden, his exhausted brain remembered and he almost jolted out of bed as a thrill zipped through his veins. Quidditch was starting today – well, try outs were being held – and Harry had been chosen as the Quidditch Captain. He just wished that Sirius and his parents could be here to see his success.

He glanced down at his watch and saw that it would be a couple of hours until breakfast but at this moment in time, he felt too excited to be able to get back to sleep. Harry stretched and climbed out of bed to pour himself a cold glass of water from the jug on the windowsill. He gazed out onto the dark wet grounds, it wasn’t ideal conditions for Quidditch but it wasn’t the worst. At least there wasn’t thunder and lightning.

A laugh almost forced its way out of Harry’s mouth as he watched Hagrid stumble through the rain with Fang, presumably so Fang could do his business. As he was creeping back to bed as quietly as he could for another couple of hours sleep, Ron sat up with a sleepy sigh.

“How do you look so happy this early in the morning?” he groaned with his eyes half closed and his red hair sticking up in different directions.

“Quidditch try outs are today mate,” Harry laughed as he got back into his bed.

Ron nodded as realisation dawned on his tired freckled face, “oh yeah,” he gave Harry a tired thumbs up, “can’t wait,” he hummed as he fell back onto his back and immediately began snoring.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head in exasperation before he succumbed to sweet sleep once more. When Harry woke up once more, the dormitory was a little bit brighter and it had stopped raining but it was still dull and grey outside. He ran a hand through his messy hair and stretched his arms above his head as he glanced over at Ron’s bed.

His best friend was sitting at the end of his bed, looking a little more awake, though his eyes were glazed over with the remains of sleep. Ron offered him a small smile as he pulled his shoes on and Harry noticed that Ron was looking a little peaky and his skin almost had a green tinge to it.

“Are you nervous, or sick mate?” he asked as he slid out of bed and began to get dressed for the day.

Ron clutched at his stomach, his eyes almost bugging out, “I’m lucky enough to be feeling both at the same time,” he mumbled sarcastically, “I don’t think that I can have anything for breakfast.”

Harry’s eyes widened just a little bit, he knew that this was serious if Ron wasn’t willing to try and eat something. Ron adored his food, “it’s only try outs, mate. I promise you that you’ll be fine and it’ll do you some good to eat something,” Harry remarked as he quickly finished getting dressed and the two friends made their way down to the warm and toasty common room.

Hermione already had her head buried in a book as she was sitting in their favourite squashy armchairs by the fireplace. Ron sighed, rolling his eyes as he rubbed at his temples and nudged Harry’s arm with his own.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, she’s a bloody nutter,” he shook his head, muttering beneath his breath.

Harry smirked and he was about to approach Hermione when something caught his eye, effectively stopping him in his tracks. Over Ron’s shoulder he noticed that Lavender Brown was gazing wistfully at Ron, her eyes held a longing gaze and her lips were pouty as she stared at Ron. Harry frowned, he thought it was very odd, considering that Lavender had never shown any interest in Ron before.

It didn’t look as though Ron had noticed yet so Harry quickly began walking towards Hermione before Ron could realise what was happening. That was one awkward, embarrassing conversation that Harry really didn’t want to be a part of. Hermione looked up from her book and smiled.

“Good morning,” her eyes softened just a little as they flickered over to Ron.

Before Harry could answer, Ron spoke up, effectively ruining the moment, “nutter you are, doing homework on a Saturday,” he scoffed.

At once, Hermione’s face hardened as she threw him a nasty look, “shut up, Ron!”

Ron and Hermione were still snarling at each other as they walked into the Entrance Hall and Harry was starting to feel a bit annoyed, they’d been at each other’s throats more than usual this year. Harry was about to tell them to put a sock in it when Ron gasped dramatically as he looked towards the huge doors that led into the Great Hall.

“What is it now?” Harry sighed.

“What the bloody hell is Y/N doing with him?” Ron pointed and Harry followed Ron’s gaze, his chest deflating a little as he saw Y/N talking with Malfoy.

“Well, it might be news to you, Ron, but Y/N can be friends with whoever she wants,” Hermione hissed before hesitating, “even if it is Malfoy,” Ron grumbled in reply but he didn’t say anything in response.

The conversation between Y/N and Malfoy didn’t look particularly friendly, Y/N looked angry but worried at the same time as she bit her lip. Malfoy was smirking like a Cheshire Cat. A shooting pain in Harry’s palm caused him to look at his gem and he was surprised with what he saw; it was very unusual. It was a gradient of red and blue, causing a surge of over protectiveness to inflate in his chest.

As Harry approached the bickering couple, Y/N smiled at Harry and gave him a little wave, causing Malfoy to sneer and he whispered something to Y/N before stalking away, “hey guys! Excited for try-outs?”

“So excited!” Harry grinned, suddenly feeling nervous as he ran his fingers through his hair, biting his lip, “are you coming to watch? You’re more than welcome as long as you don’t give our game plan away,” he was mostly joking.

“I’d love to, thanks for inviting me, Harry,” Y/N smiled as she tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“It will be good to have another girl, these boys can get so tiresome,” Hermione laughed, rolling her eyes, Harry didn’t know whether to be offended or not.

“I can only imagine,” Y/N giggled, winking at Harry.

“Since when were you friends with Malfoy?” Ron frowned as he crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow and Harry groaned internally.

“Merlin, what is the matter with you this morning?” Harry shook his head at his best mate before turning back to look at Y/N apologetically, “sorry,” he mumbled.

Y/N simply waved away his apology, “it’s no worries,” Y/N smiled as she looked over Harry’s shoulder at Ron, “trust me Ron, it’s a very long story,” she rolled her eyes.

After a light breakfast, Harry and Ron said goodbye to the girls as they headed into the changing rooms to get ready for the try-outs, the conditions had gotten a bit worse, it had started raining again. Harry was starting to feel a little nervous as he stood in front of the many hopefuls and his eyes wandered to the stands. Y/N shot him an encouraging little wave and he smiled, even though he knew she couldn’t see him. Sitting a couple of rows behind Y/N and Hermione, was Lavender who looked like she was on the edge of her seat as she stared at the pitch. Harry shook his head before looking at the possibilities for his Quidditch team.

Dean and Ginny were very good Quidditch players – Ginny had Fred and George’s talent in the air – but he was hesitant to get them both on the team. They had recently started dating and he didn’t want tension to darken his team – and their chances of winning the cup – if they ever broke up.

Harry shivered in the rain as he decided to issue a warning to the team, “now, I just want to say, just because you made the team last year doesn’t guarantee you a spot this year, is that clear?” he called out and he couldn’t help but quickly glance up at the stands again.

“Does that include you as well?” Cormac McLagan – the biggest dickhead in Gryffindor – asked with a smug smirk on his face. Harry narrowed his eyes but before he could reply, Ron jumped to his defence.

“Don’t be dense! He’s the Captain!”

“Yeah, well, we’re not going to have a very good shot at winning if our Captain is constantly distracted. Though, I can’t blame you, Potter, I’d be the same knowing that Granger and Y/L/N are in the stands,” McLagan smirked as he turned around to wave at the two girls who were sitting in the stands and Harry had a sudden urge to punch him in his throat.

“What is this ‘we’ business, you’re not on the team, McLagan,” Ginny scowled which effectively shut him up.

You shivered and stuck your hands in the pockets of your coat as you walked up the high street on your way to the Three Broomsticks. It was the first Hogsmeade trip and Hermione had invited you to go with the trio and you’d said that you’d meet her in the pub, you couldn’t get up early on your day off, especially when it was cold. There were weekends when you would stay in bed all day.

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As you got to the pub, you pushed open the door and stepped inside, breathing out in relief as you felt how warm the pub was, thanks to the huge fire that was crackling away. The pub was exceptionally busy today, Hagrid was talking to a hag in one corner and there was someone who was drinking from a steaming goblet at the bar. This is why you loved coming to The Three Broomsticks because you got to see and meet so many different people.

You spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting on a table that was tucked away in a cute little alcove and you could see Ron scowling at the table a couple of rows over from theirs. When Harry spotted you he greeted you with a wave and you smiled back as you walked over to their table.

“Hi guys, I’m sorry that I’m late but I just can’t get up early at the weekend,” you laughed as you sat next to Hermione, who grinned at you as she pulled you into a one armed hug. Before this year, you hadn’t really spoken to Hermione but she was really lovely.

“No worries,” Harry smiled, his cheeks and nose were red from the cold and he was still wrapped up in his woollen scarlet and gold scarf, “got you a drink,” he mumbled almost shyly as he a tankard of Butterbeer over to you, his fingers brushing against yours, making you blush.

“Thanks Harry,” you grinned as you quickly took the drink, wondering if Harry felt the same electricity as you did. As soon as you took a sip of the warm beverage, you closed your eyes and sighed happily, it felt like heaven as it slid down your throat and warmed your insides, “so what’s going on with you guys?”

Ron groaned around his Butterbeer and he shook his head, “do not get him started,” he jabbed his thumb at Harry and that piqued your interest.

“Why, what’s happened?” you laughed, ignoring Ron’s groans of protests and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hermione get a book out of her bag and she sighed as she opened the front cover.

Harry rolled his eyes, “Slughorn has been pestering me about going to one of his dinner parties and I can’t think of anything worse. He’s throwing one tomorrow for Halloween.”

“Ah yes, the infamous Slug Club, my dad was a member,” you snickered, thinking it was hilarious and a bit weird that Slughorn threw a party for his students, “how did you get out of the other two he held?”

“Well, I had that detention with Snape, and the other time I was loaded up with homework,” he bit his lip and you could tell that there was something he wasn’t saying but you didn’t want to pry.

“Slughorn’s parties surely can’t be that bad,” you laughed as you sucked some Butterbeer foam from your finger and you didn’t miss the way that Harry watched, almost enraptured.

“Want to come with me then? And you can see for yourself,” Harry laughed and Ron grimaced before standing up.

“I’m going to the bar,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, no,” you laughed, you could think of better things to do with your night, “like, I’d go if I was invited but I can barely stand Slughorn in class, never mind in a social setting.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Harry smirked.

You flushed and took a sip of your Butterbeer as you searched for something to say, you didn’t know Harry all too well but there was something you really liked about him. But, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. However, you couldn’t let Harry distract you from your mission of finding your soulmate.

“But seriously, if you need someone to go with, I don’t mind going with you, just once,” you admitted.

Harry smirked as he quirked an eyebrow and bit his lip as he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, “yeah? Good to know.”

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Healing His Heart (18/?)

Young Remus Lupin/Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit Content (18+)

Word Count: 2100

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Summary: (y/n) is two years younger than him, a popular Slytherin, and Regulus Black’s best friend. Yet he can’t help but be attracted to her bewitching personality and sweet smile. Unfortunately, his er–problem makes it harder to get close to others. Despite his attempts to push her away (for her own good) she seems determined to worm her way into his life.

Disclaimer: Remus Lupin (Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, and other Harry Potter Characters) is a character from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. Reader or y/n is not owned by Rowling. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: So So So Sorry for the extremely long wait. I just could not get this chapter out of me for all that is good in this world. I hope some smut makes up for the wait.

Enjoy

Number Nine Glovergus Lane has an exceptionally large door; Remus observes as he looks up at the towering manor.

It's an especially sunny day, warm with a slight breeze. Perfect for taking his girlfriend somewhere for a stroll around a pond or... in a garden or something.

Instead of spending a romantic day with (y/n), he found himself being practically pushed out of the front door of her home. It hadn't been a malicious action on her part; she had ripped the letter from Mister Gedius out of his hands as they sat in her family's garden, eating breakfast. A brief glance over the letter had her dragging him out of his chair and up the staircase as she excitedly talked about the opportunity Mister Gedius had written about.

He allowed her to pick out the outfit she deemed "smart enough" for an interview and practically buzzed with energy as he changed, chattering away non-stop.

Of course, he had to agree with what she wanted. She was too excited for him to just ignore the reply. Besides, Mister Gedius was offering a particularly generous deal. It was good pay, flexible time (obviously a plus for someone who had a-- furry little problem), and he would be doing something he knew he would be good at. Maybe it wasn't a flashy Ministry position or the coveted Defense Against the Dark Arts post, but it was something. And he desperately needed something.

The last thing he needed was (y/n)'s parent's to believe he was dragging down their daughter in any way. He could be a provider.

Not that (y/n) expected him to take on such a traditional role, but something in him had to prove to others he was capable. No one had yet made him believe he wasn't, but society's view of his kind was far from accepting. It would always be a fear that lingered somewhere in his mind. 

"Yes?" Remus snaps back to attention, looking up at the greying man. 

"Hello, I am Remus Lupin. I sent you an inquiry about the Library assistant job last week."

"Ah yes," the man nods, "come in, come in." The man leads Remus into a large library, "sit, sit. Would you like anything? A cup of tea, perhaps?"

"Uh-- sure, thank you. That would be great." 

The man settles down in a chair across from Remus before speaking, "Did I introduce myself?" Remus sets his cup down before responding that he did not with a shake of his head.

"Ah-- I always seem to forget. Effie always reprimanded me for forgetting to introduce myself," he chuckles fondly, "I am Iwan Gedius. I'm sure you deduced that considering, I am seated across from you."

Remus smiles politely, "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Gedius."

"Please, call me Iwan. If you're to take up this post, you must drop the formalities. They are quite unnecessary in my home."

"Of course s-- Iwan."

The older man smiles, looking amused, "So tell me, Remus Lupin, are you a recent graduate from Hogwarts?"

"I am, this past May."

"Congratulations. Do you have any experience with libraries?"

"Not any professional experience, but with my studies, I spent numerous hours locating books in the Hogwarts Library. And of course, multitudes of hours replacing said books."

Iwan nods, "And you're up for my library? I have to warn you, I am notorious for not reshelving my books. At least not very well."

Remus nods, "Whatever needs reshelving, I am more than willing to reshelve. And, I have plenty of patience to document or reorganize the whole library if needed. I am willing and happy to put the whole library back together, honestly."

Iwan chuckles, "You've more than convinced me, Remus. You can start next Monday, maybe around ten A.M.? I don't expect you to work more than five or six hours a day. Weekends off, of course, and personal time off is always available if you request a few days ahead of schedule. How does that sound?"

Remus grins, feeling elated, "That sounds great! I appreciate that you're taking a chance on me."

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"So?" (y/n) is sitting at the dining room table when he gets back.

He shrugs off his blazer, setting it down on the back of a kitchen chair, "I got the job."

A smile rises on her lips, "Did you really?" Remus nods as she springs out of the chair she had been sitting on, launching herself into his arms.

"I knew you would get it! I just knew it!" Remus makes a noise of surprise as she presses her lips against his. His hands find (y/n)'s waist as he steadies them, their bodies molding together as the kiss quickly grows passionate.

"My parents-- they're gone for the next few hours," she whispers against his ear, her sinful hands untucking his dress shirt.

Remus doesn't think twice about what she said, pulling her immediately towards the staircase. Weeks had gone by between the time he was allowed to feel her underneath his body. The temptation to bury himself in her warmth, to hear her soft sounds as they move together towards mutual pleasure... It's too strong to resist.

(y/n) gets his shirt unbuttoned and thrown from his shoulders before he can get her bedroom door shut properly. He returns the favor with vigor, removing her clothing with unmatched speed. A bit embarrassing when he thinks back to it later that night, but at the moment, getting her naked and on the bed is all he could care about.

She looks fantastic, he thinks, once she's displayed in front of him. Despite actually only being a bit bigger than what they're used to at Hogwarts, the bed looks massive. The possibilities are endless, he thinks, trying to decide how he wants her situated. 

Tapping her hip softly, he mutters, "'wanna try something new." 

Sitting up on her forearms, (y/n) gives him a funny look, "like what?"

"You'll see," Remus kneels on the bed, moving her leg so he can lay next to her. "Lean against me. Just like that, good girl." He's moved her, so she's got her back pressed to his chest and her leg over his hip. Remus's left hand, which rests on her abdomen, moves up to massage her breast as his other hand begins to slip down her thigh towards her sex.

He swears she's holding her breath, her face turned towards him as he teases the skin of her inner thigh, not yet reaching where she wants him.

"What do you want?" he presses a kiss to her neck, his hands ceasing their teasing as he waits for an answer.

"You know what I want, Rem." Not the answer he wants, not what he wants at all.

He tries again with a light pinch against her breast for emphasis, "Tell me what you want."

The yelp is exactly the reaction he had wanted. Remus hides a satisfied grin upon her neck. 

"Please touch me." Her voice is quiet.

He caresses her thigh, "here?"

(y/n) shakes her head, "no, no, please, Remmy. Don't make me beg you."

"I thought you were a good girl. Good girls use their words." He can't help himself, biting lightly where he had previously kissed.

She makes a whimpering sound, her fingers intertwining with his brown hair, pulling lightly as he tongues at her neck.

"I am-- I want your fingers in me, please. Please, Remmy, I want you to fuck me with your fingers."

He grins, "there we go. That wasn't too hard, was it?" He moves his hand down to cup her sex, "got to make sure you're nice and wet for my cock. Isn't that right, darling?"

"Yes, yes, please--" She's cut short as he thrusts two fingers inside of her. The noise she makes is like poetry. 

"Is that too much?"

"More, I want more." She's already squirming against his hand, trying to fuck herself against it.

Any concern Remus may have had melts instantly, "as you wish." Pulling his fingers out, absolutely coated in her juices, he inserts a third before beginning a quick pace.

"My hands are a bit busy; how about you play with those pretty tits for me, darling." Remus's voice is low, barely over a whisper. Her hands are immediately at her chest.

"Like this?" Her voice holds a teasing edge as she watches his eyes follow the way she pinches her nipples.

"Exactly like that." With his free hand, Remus moves her beautiful face towards his, kissing her soundly. (y/n)'s hands are suddenly buried in his hair, forgetting her previous request as her hips maneuvering to press up against his lower abdomen. 

"Fuck me, please?"

And who is he to deny her when she's behaving so good, using her words like he asked? With a tilt of his hips, he's sheathed within her.

With each shallow thrust, (y/n) rocks against his hips, causing her clit to rub against his body, the leg thrown over his hip wrapping itself tighter around him. Remus lets his hand drift from her lower back towards her ass, grabbing a handful to increase the push and pull of their lovemaking.

The angle is new for them, on their sides gripping one another to stay exactly like that because he's hitting just the right spot, the spot that makes her involuntarily let out small gasps.

She's chanting quietly, breathlessly that she wants more. She wants everything he can give her and more. Whimpering about how big he feels and how much she loves his cock.

"Please, Remus--"

"What do you want?" He asks before kissing her again.

"I wanna cum, please, Remmy--" Remus grins, pulling out quickly. 

Before she can complain, he moves her to her hands and knees. Large hands massage her ass, feeling rather giddy as he runs his cock against her cunt.

(y/n)'s whole body seems to tremble, her face turning to look at him, "Oh, Gods-- hurry!" 

The night is full of new surprises, he thinks to himself before he goes right back to fucking her senseless. 

"Holy fuck," (y/n) gasps out. Remus can't help but grin, leaning over to press a kiss to the back of her neck. He feels huge draped over her body, caging her in against the bed as he relentlessly pounds into her.

This may be his new favorite position. He's got access to nearly all of her, and he can't say he doesn't enjoy having this more dominant power over her. 

His hand snakes down to her sex, fingers moving clumsily till they find her clit. At the contact, (y/n) pushes back hard against his hips, her head jerking up just a tiny bit.

"Yes, there." Remus obliges, fingers moving in practiced circles around her clit, his mouth attaching itself to the side of her neck, pushing her towards her release. Feeling he's only going to last another minute or two more, Remus's movements speed up, hoping to get her there before him.

It seems to do the trick, her pussy trembling around his cock in seconds and a low moan of his name coming from her lips. The top of (y/n)'s body seems to slump against the bed as he chases his own release.

He pulls out of her, releasing across the small of her back with a deep groan. He steadies himself by planting his hands on her hips.

He's about to make a comment about enjoying the view when he hears the (y/l/n)'s front door open and close and the sound of (y/n)'s mother calling for her.

"Shit!" Remus springs up from the bed, grabbing his wand to get rid of the mess on (y/n)'s back and to cast a precautionary contraception charm.

"C'mon now," Remus whispers, pulling his pants back on. (y/n) laughs, rolling over to look at him, but she doesn't seem to be in a rush to get her clothes back on.

"Relax, Remus." She's about to pull on one of his shirts, but he grabs it from her hand.

"Don't make it too obvious."

(y/n) rolls her eyes, "I hardly think wearing your t-shirt is going to tip my mother off to what we were doing."

"I dunno! Mothers are weirdly perceptive."

His girlfriend giggles but pulls on her own shirt for his sake. "Ya know, you're cute."

Remus frowns, "I just don't want your parents to think anything there's any... funny business going on."

"I'm sure they know there is funny business going on. All parents were teenagers once too, you know."

Remus frowns, "Still! They don't need to catch us in your bed."

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What are your HeadCannons for the Marauders

Dear Anon,

Oof it's been a minute so let me see what I can articulate if I dig deep!

Most of this me rambling. But I really love how cocky and arrogant they appear opposed to the behind the scenes hurt / comfort that goes on 24/7

I know people can be really aggressive about their ideas and relations with Severus and what not. These are just my ideas, this is my escape, non related to cannon.

Hope you enjoy! XOXO

Tempted to write some more of these, or maybe just some little tiny moments I have scripted for them.

James Potter

ADHD Hyper-focus champ, can talk forever if it interests him. If it doesn't interest him he will bribe Mooney for foot notes and do the bare minimum. Always plotting and thinking.

So much empathy contained in one body, He comes off as cocky, loud, and funny, but if you look close he is always checking in with people, keeping an eye over the room at all times. He is always stressed only his close friends can tell when it gets bad.

Fierce protector - God help you if a girl goes crying to him about sexual or physical harassment. Or if you hurt his friends.

Runs his life a bit like a mafia. Constant underground smuggling of contraband- Banned from Hogsmeade because of this

Loves Lily, but loves bugging her more. She finally properly snapped at him so he gave her space. But alas a hurt / comfort moment shows that maybe there is more to him than what Snape thought...

Totally parent traps Sirius and Remus together

Horrible taste in music according to Sirius

Always too much coffee and not enough food

Bossy in a very annoying mom type of way

Is a hugger

After first year he begged his mum to teach him how to cook so he could send food to Sirius when he would get shut into his room.

He also used to send Remus stuff claiming his mother forced him to clean out his room (Of sweaters that just happened to be Remus sized) Or books that his mother said they had duplicates of (which happened to be once needed for class next year or ones Moony used to frequently take out of the library)

He remembered that Peter's mother always made him open everything he got in the mail at the breakfast table - So James sent him a prank (potentially a dirty magazine) that caused his mother to faint and she banned his owl from the house.

Sirius Black

Very Punk, very loud, always up to date on musical trends both magical and muggle.

Cynical as fuck but hides it with humor. Never sees the best in people

PTSD and nightmares galore. I'm a firm believer his parents were physically & emotionally abusive.

Has panic attacks about leaving Regulus at home

Sleeping in a room with other boys was a horrible idea, so he tried to avoid sleeping for as long as he could manage when he first came to Hogwarts. James noticed right away and immediately smothered him in ideas to help. Remus confessed he didn't like sleeping because of nightmares, this allowed him to open up about it for the first time. They were kind to him so he vowed he would do anything to protect them.

Eventually they understood his constant swing between being on top of the world, on the edge of glory to moody and sometimes violent. After taking the blame for him a few times he finally felt he owed to them to explain his thought process / childhood incidents

Always an undercurrent of threat assessments and hates being touched by people suddenly or when he isn't in control of the situation.

Just as observant as James, but much more violent when problem solving

Horribly twisted sexual sense of humor. Loves making Peter blush and stutter. His way of comforting people is to make them laugh or to punch the person that made them cry.

After a particularly upsetting interaction with Snape & Regulus - Remus offers to sleep next to him. After that they didn't sleep apart while in Hogwarts. James still had to trick them in to admitting having feelings for each other because both of them were terrified of being a burden.

Hates Snape for being what his parents always wanted him to be like. Turns into full blown hatred when he manages to be close with Regulus in the way he hoped he could be once getting Reg away from his parents. Also Snape hates the Potter family - the only family that made him feel safe.

A few nights into living at the Potter house, James mum caught him up in the kitchen and made him hot chocolate. He cried over it and she held him, telling him that it was bad right now, but that she always knew he was going to grow into a great man. After that she always introduced him as her son, even when people looked at her poorly for taking in someone from his family.

Remus Lupin

So comfortable looking. Big sweaters, always has chocolate, only ever raises his voice when Sirius is about to do something very stupid. Manages to befriend just about anyone.

Relaxes once he realizes that James compulsively helps people just as much as he pisses them off, Sirius is a total basket case, and Peter had the social skills of someone that had never been around people before.

He felt like he was in the right dorm, all of them had issues. But somehow the excess of confidence that radiated off of James and Sirius was enough to make them all very popular.

People often had the wrong idea about the two of them, especially Lily

He studied like he knew that things could change for him in a second. He could have everything ripped away because of what he was, so he tried to absorb as much knowledge as he could.

Eventually the group put together that he was a werewolf. He was scared but also relieved.

He hated how scared Sirius used to get thinking someone was hurting him, nights of Sirius begging him to give him names to just let him help. How James would fuss, and Peter would always try to push treats and snacks on him to cheer him up.

He cried when they told him they had become animagus to help him.

He knew that Sirius was picky about comforting, but after a particularly brutal disagreement with his brother, Remus laid next to him listening to him talk about it. He couldn't handle watching Sirius cry so he held him tightly. Then eventually stayed the night... then stayed for forever. Both of them actually started sleeping better.

He was close with Lily, and eventually when she'd fallen out with Severus, he helped her get to know the boys better.

Sirius had a habit of stealing his sweaters, something that looked absolutely ridiculous paired with an edgy leather jacket

It was a huge relief when Sirius moved in with James.

When his mother passed, they all came to the funeral. Staying very close over the rest of the summer. He would wake up to Sirius folding laundry in the living room, while James cooked breakfast trying to encourage his dad to adapt healthy coping mechanisms for grief. Peter would bring in new shopping and handle all the running around his father didn't have energy for.

When his father found out that him and Sirius were an item, he was just happy that Remus had found himself a family. Even if he was still scarred from James emotional deep dive into grieving, he could see how they would always protect Remus.

Peter Pettigrew

Peter came from a very sheltered, put together type of family. His father was stern and distant, while his mother hovered.

Sharing a room with the boys felt like madness and chaos. Till he realized that he was invited to be apart of the chaos.

Never in his life was he considered popular. He never had friends, only ever doing things with his mum or his cousins

Being apart of the gang was stressful as Peter had a lot of authority figure issues, and hated getting in trouble.

He wasn't a problem solver like James or able to go and hex people like Sirius, didn't know how to talk about emotions like Remus did, but he was good at giving them a pat on the back or having their favorite treat around. He was always the best at finding the silver lining in a situation and often saw the best in people.

Ratting them out seemed to be the only way to survive, but he realised the moment he did it that he only ever lived with them anyway.

I kid you not I have a million thoughts and feelings about them. Maybe I'll make a part two abut the girls :)

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A Moment of Bliss

REQUEST: I would love a Sirius x Reader x Lupin smut, where they treat her like a whore but are really cute afterwards. 

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader x Remus Lupin Warnings: Mentions of war, Alcohol, Langauge, Smut (oh good dear lord the smut) Summary: Reader decides that everyone needs a break, and after a nice meal some naughty shit goes down.  Word Count: 6.7k+

  You sighed and rubbed your eyes. It was all too much, there was news daily now and none of it was good. Seeing the smiling faces of Marlene McKinnon and her parents on the cover of The Daily Prophet had caused you to fear the worst. You watched as Marlene’s father kissed her cheek as her mother waved, they were celebrating Marlene’s birthday when that picture was taken, she looked truly beautiful. You remember it well, how you had laughed and danced, a welcome break from the horrors of the war. You remembered with a smile how lucky Marlene’s parents had felt that they were able to bring Marlene’s friends together to celebrate their special girls’ birthday. You couldn’t believe their luck either now, how terrible it was. It had been months since they had been murdered, yet seeing her face plastered across the front page of The Daily Prophet caused your heart to ache with grief.

You felt a tentative touch on your shoulder and reached with trembling fingers to clasp the hand there, and leant your cheek against it.   “You shouldn’t read it if it makes you upset.” A soft voice said behind you, you chuckled darkly and turned to face him.   “Then I wouldn’t read anything at all, Remus.” You paused; your lip quivered as you gazed at the face of your lost friend. “I just can’t believe she’s gone.” You replied, you tried to smile at Remus but stopped short as his brow furrowed in concern.   “Have you seen the awful guff that Skeeter woman has written about her?” Sirius called from the doorway, he wore a grim expression and held his own copy of the Prophet in his hand. “We can’t let this go unpunished, Moony.” Remus nodded and gave your shoulder a subtle squeeze.   “I know, but we must act cautiously, Sirius. We can’t let her death be in vain. You’re no use to anybody if you get yourself killed.”   “Dreadful.” You added quietly, more to yourself than to anybody else. Sirius stalked into the room, his eyes never on one spot for more than a few seconds.   “How is it that we are expected to do nothing? After everything that’s happened, after everything we’ve…sacrificed. It isn’t enough!” Sirius stalked to the tapestried wall and punched it hard, he groaned as he pulled his hand away and shook it fiercely. The rooms of Grimmauld Place were quiet now, what once had been busy as the headquarters for The Order of the Phoenix, were now still as more and more allies lost their lives. Remus was upon his friend in an instant, he grasped Sirius by the shoulders and tried to calm him.   “We mustn’t fall apart, brother. Not now.” Remus breathed, he took Sirius’ face in his hands and forced the bearded man to look in his eyes. “We haven’t come this far for nothing. She was special, one in a million, and I promise she will be avenged.” Sirius was defiant for a moment, he tried to free himself from Remus’ grip; but after a second more, he relented and sighed.   “Yes.”

  You stood quietly and made your way over to the two men; you hadn’t been close friends at school. You hadn’t been particularly close during the beginning of the war; but as the numbers thinned out as more and more people were killed, you clung to those who you knew you could trust. You slipped in between the two men and grasped both of their hands.   “Let’s go and get some food. It’s been a long day, let’s have a drink for Marlene. She wouldn’t want us to mope about.” You looked between them, a sad smile settled onto Remus’ scarred mouth and Sirius squeezed your hand in agreement. You nodded at them both and lead them from the house, it was dark outside, and you kept to the shadows as you crept through the quiet streets toward Muggle London.

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  “Leicester Square? Really?” Sirius asked with a quirked eyebrow, you pushed him toward the door to an Italian restaurant.   “Yes, it’s busy and full of people. We’re not likely to come across anyone other than muggles having a Friday night out. Okay?” You chided as you waited for a muggle waiter to seat you at a table. Sirius squirmed uncomfortably at your side, Remus on the other smiled warmly down at you and placed a gentle hand on your back as you followed the waiter further into the restaurant. The restaurant was heaving with people, groups of friends laughed rowdily at circular tables whilst couples held hands and whispered to one another on smaller ones. You grinned at the normality of it all, you wondered what it must be like to have no knowledge of what was happening out there, of what you had lost.   “What would you like to drink, (Y/N)?” Remus asked as he passed a menu in your direction, you accepted it gladly and turned to the waiter who stood with a notepad and pen in his hand.   “Pinot Noir please lovely, bottle-one glass, thank you.” You said and with a fleeting look of judgement which you brushed off; the waiter wrote it down.   “Yourself, sir?” He asked as he leaned down to hear Sirius as he scoured the menu.   “Chablis.” Sirius answered curtly, you kicked him under the table and Sirius scowled. “Thank you.”   “Is that a bottle, sir?” The waiter asked, his look now nonplussed as he shifted his weight.   “Yes, thank you. Been a bitch of a day.” Sirius cleared his throat and offered you a pithy look. You shook your head and turned your attention back to the food on offer.   “Long Island Iced Tea for me please, sir.” Remus said cheerfully, the waiter looked surprised at Remus’ order and a flash of humour crossed his face. Remus blushed and averted his eyes as the waiter confirmed the order and with a wink in Remus’ direction left the table.   “You’ve made a friend, Moony.” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows as Remus blushed and sank into his chair.   “I didn’t know you were gay, Remus! That’s fantastic!” You said and Sirius erupted into laughter. You watched as the two men exchanged looks over the table. “Have I missed something?”   “No, (Y/N). Remus isn’t…gay. But you do like to dabble, don’t you Moony?” Sirius clasped his hands on the table and cocked his head to the side. Remus slammed his menu down and pointed his finger at Sirius.   “You’re one to talk. I’m sure I could tell (Y/N) some excellent stories about you and your exploits, Padfoot.” Remus snapped, Sirius threw his head back and let out one short laugh.   “I’ve done things that would make a whore blush, and unlike you, I have noting to hide.” Sirius said, his eyes sparkled in the dim light of the restaurant. You looked bewilderedly between the two men, this power play between the pair of them was delicious and strangely erotic. You could feel your own blush tickle your cheeks as Remus cast his eyes over you, his mouth a thin line on his usually soft face.   “I think you’re making (Y/N) uncomfortable, Sirius. This isn’t really appropriate dinner conversation, is it?” Remus retorted, Sirius cast a glance in your direction and seeing your red cheeks, smiled. He inched his hand closer to yours on the table, his fingertips barely touched yours and yet you felt like you had been struck by lightning. The corner of Sirius’ mouth twitched into a smirk; his moustache twirled perfectly at the sides accentuated it as his face was illuminated by the candlelight. Seconds later, Remus’ knee brushed against yours under the table and you felt the warmth of the contact inch up your thigh as the blush on your cheeks spread over your body.     “I can hold my own Remus, thank you.” You replied quietly, aware of how both men watched you as you fiddled with the menu. “I can hold my own.”   “I’m sure you can.” Sirius said under his breath. The tension continued to grow between the three of you, even when the waiter appeared with your drinks and took your food order, his keen attention fixed on Remus; Remus stared at you. His breathing was shallow, and you could see his knuckles were white as he balled his hand into a tight fist on the table. You couldn’t help but notice how dark his eyes looked as you passed his gaze over his face, the soft contours of his cheeks and the scars that had lived there for as long as you could remember. He had a sort of ethereal beauty about him that was impossible to deny, the gentle exterior and the darkness that was promised underneath by the swathes of battle marks across his flesh.

  You allowed Sirius to pour your wine and blushed again as he watched as you took a sip of the ruby liquid. You dabbed at the corner of your mouth with a finger and pressed it to you lips; the forgotten drop of claret soon mopped up with your tongue. You heard a sigh from Remus’ direction, your attention brought back to him. Sirius laughed again; his shoulder length hair tickled his face as he said:   “I think we shall have some sport tonight, brother.”

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  You ate mostly in silence, only commenting on how delicious the food was- or, in Sirius’ case lamenting on the best way to eat a pizza as he attacked it with a knife and fork. When the plates were cleared, the wine flowed freely around the table. You had insisted Remus catch up and order a bottle for himself, and he in turn demanded that both you and Sirius have a cocktail to even up the score. Sirius ordered himself a Negroni whilst you opted for a Black Russian, you smiled at the two men began to relax into the evening. The sensual tension from earlier in the evening forgotten as through a fit of giggles you told Remus of the schoolgirl crush you harboured for him in your fifth year, he in his sixth.     “Honestly, it was pathetic. Poor Lily tried everything she could think of to get us alone together so I could tell you how I felt.” Your stomach hurt from laughing so much, the sides of your cheeks ached, and you were delighted by the delightful shade of pink Remus had turned.   “I’m telling you now, (Y/N). Moony only ever had eyes for one girl at school and she never looked twice at him!” Sirius laughed; he swirled the contents in his glass before he knocked back a big gulp.   “Oh, please tell me who it is, Remus. I need to know who I was losing out to.” You said through your laughter. Remus mumbled under his breath, so quiet it was impossible to hear him. “What? Sorry I missed that.” You grappled at Remus’ hands as he tried to cover his face. “Who was it, Remus? I promise I won’t laugh.” Remus looked from you to Sirius, if looks could kill, his friend would be dead in his Negroni before he knew it. He took a deep breath and covered his eyes.   “McGonagall” Remus whispered, Sirius slapped his knee in delight, and you couldn’t help the snort that escaped you as you thought of a poor, seventeen-year-old Remus hopelessly in love with the stern professor.   “Have a thing for authority, do you?” You asked playfully, Remus’ look darkened once more as he lowered his hands.   “Quite the opposite actually, (Y/N). I like the idea of those in power relinquishing it.” He said quietly, you felt as though everybody in the restaurant had disappeared as the only sound you could hear was the beating of your heart in your ears. You bit your lip and blinked, desperate to rid yourself of the warmth you suddenly felt between your legs.   “I just like fucking.” Sirius added after a moment, he considered what he said and then lolled his head to the side once again swept his gaze across your face. “A lot.”

  You didn’t know what to do with your hands as you regarded each of the men now staring intently at you.   “Shall we get the bill?” Sirius asked.   “Yep.” Remus answered instantly, his hand in the air as he tried to get the waiter’s attention. You grabbed for your purse and you each threw money onto the table; the muggle money was so fragile you thought. Especially the paper money, luckily Remus knew what-was-what and squared up with the waiter who looked disappointed to see Remus leaving. It was Sirius this time who placed his hand on the small of your back as you made your way out into the night, it was chilly now and you pulled your thin jacket around your chest.   “Where to now?” Remus asked, “Home? Or another drink?”   “I could have another drink…at home.” You said, you felt the warmth return between your legs and both men grinned at you. You slipped your hands into each of theirs, Sirius brought your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your fingers. Remus brushed the back of your knuckles with his thumb, each action from the two men sent electric pulses through your veins.

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     “I’m telling you, (Y/N). If you had told Remus all the naughty things you wanted to do to him at school, he would have come immediately into his pants.” Sirius said as he poured port into three glasses and passed them around. You took a thoughtful sip, the richness of the port warmed you as you considered what to say next.   “Who says I wanted to do naughty things? The things I had in mind were wholly innocent, I’ll have you know.” You replied, you snuck a look at Remus from the corner of your eye; he seemed completely interested in his drink.   “Oh, I imagine they were, (Y/N). You were sweetness and light in school, weren’t you? Butter wouldn’t melt.” Sirius discarded his drink onto a nearby table and stood. He walked around his chair and placed his hands on the backrest, he leaned forward and squared his jaw. “I would have given anything to ruin you.” His gaze didn’t waver as a gentle moan left your lips; it was almost inaudible, but Remus’ head snapped up in your direction. You parted your lips and ran your tongue along them, they felt painfully dry.   “Sirius, you’ve had too much to drink mate.” He said, Sirius merely shrugged.   “In Vino Veritas, brother. You telling me that you wouldn’t have absolutely fucked her senseless if she told you she wanted you?” Sirius countered. Remus ran a hand through his hair as he took a swig of his port.   “I am still here.” You offered weakly. Sirius sneered at you as he picked his tumbler up and swirled it around again.   “I know, witch. I want you to hear.” Sirius said darkly Remus groaned in his chair, he shifted uncomfortably. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it, Moony. Me and you, her hot little body to keep us warm.” You moaned again; it was involuntary this time. Both men looked in your direction as you rubbed your thighs together, desperate to relieve the throb between your legs. Sirius chuckled ominously as he offered his hand to Remus. Begrudgingly, Remus took it. Your heart thundered in your chest; you bit the inside of your cheek; surely you were dreaming? You would wake up any second now, a damp patch in your knickers and a desperate aching in your quim. Sirius rolled the sleeves of his smart white shirt up to his elbows; he crossed the room in an instant. He knelt in front of you, his hands on your knees. You could do nothing but stare into the face of this man you had known in some capacity since you were eleven, as he moved up your body, his mouth close to your ear; his hair tickled your cheek.   “Would you like that, (Y/N)? Would you like to lie between Remus and me? To be utterly filled to the brim?” You could feel his hot breath on your ear, you rolled your head back and sighed. Your eyes fluttered closed and Sirius’ lips grazed your earlobe, you clutched the arms of the chair tightly. “Just say the word, (Y/N). Just tell us you want us-”   “You don’t have to, (Y/N). Don’t feel pressured-” Remus interjected, you stopped him short with an extended hand. You reached for him; his eyes darkened as he took your hand. You looked up earnestly into his face, the face that had littered your dreams for a solid nine months as a teenager. You smiled wryly at Remus whilst Sirius held his breath, still by your ear.   “I want you.” You whispered, “Both of you.”

  Sirius pulled you out of the chair and pushed you toward Remus, his arms extended to catch you. You placed your hands either side of Remus’ face and inched your lips closer to his, Remus closed the gap with a growl. He kissed you hungrily, it was furious, and you slid your hands into his hair and tugged. Remus groaned against your lips as your hands moved readily in his hair. You felt a tug behind you as Sirius turned you in Remus’ arms brought your mouth to his. You couldn’t decipher whose hands were where; as you felt your shirt being tugged over your head, and hands working at the belt of your jeans. You felt them being pushed down your thighs as you were turned once again to face Remus. There was a pair of hands on your breasts, roughly needing them through the thin lace of your bra whilst a hand graced over your stomach and one plunged into your knickers.   “So wet already. Can you smell her, Moony?” Sirius grunted against your neck, his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin and he sucked hard. Remus only moaned in response, he bit down on your lower lip and you shuddered under him. Sirius moved his fingers deftly over your clit, he rubbed it gently and your head rolled back onto Sirius’ shoulder. “Make yourself useful, (Y/N). Why don’t you play with Remus’ big cock?” You didn’t need to be told twice, Remus’ lips pulled back into a snarl as you made fast work of his belt and pushed his trousers down to his knees. He was hard as you pulled him out of his boxers, he hissed as the air touched his member. You worked your hand up and down Remus’ shaft to the same pace that Sirius rubbed your clit. Remus pulled your head forward by your neck and crushed his lips to yours. Another moan slipped from your lips as Sirius parted your slick folds and pushed two fingers inside you, your grip around Remus tightened as he bucked his hips against your hand. Sirius quickened his pace, and your legs began to tremble as you began to move your hips against Sirius’ hand, fucking yourself on his fingers. You pumped Remus faster as a slew of curses fell from his lips. Sirius grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back roughly. You yelped in surprise but found your scalp burned pleasantly with the pain.

  “I want you to come on my fingers, witch. Do you think you can do that?” You nodded helplessly as his thumb began to rub you as his fingers plunged in and out of your sex. Remus pulled away from you, your hand now empty of him, you brought it up to tangle in Sirius’ hair.   “Fuck (Y/N), you have no idea how delicious you look now.” Remus whispered; he attacked your neck with wet kisses as Sirius brought you to orgasm. It flooded through you in powerful waves, your moans silenced by Sirius’ hand around your mouth.   “Quiet. I want to hear your pretty noises, but not here.” Sirius instructed. As you came down from your high, you saw Remus nod to Sirius as they both grasped one of your hands. With a distinct pop you arrived in your Grimmauld Place bedroom, before you had the chance to adjust after the apparation, you were flung backwards onto your bed. You watched with half lidded eyes as Sirius and Remus both undressed fully, you could see clearly now just how well-endowed the pair of them were. Remus was bigger than Sirius, but Sirius was girthier. You licked your lips in delight, you couldn’t believe this was happening. Both of these attractive men lavishing attention on you, it was almost too much to bear. Remus climbed onto the bed; his arms open to you.   “Sit on my face.” He commanded, you did so without hesitating. You hoisted a leg over either side of his head and lowered yourself gently down, his lips were gentle against your throbbing pussy, still recovering from your previous orgasm. Sirius appeared next to you, his hand slid down your back and gave your arse a smack, causing you to jolt forward. Remus grasped hold of your hips and held you in place, his tongue probing at your slippery entrance. It felt divine, Remus knew exactly what he was doing and as he kissed and nibbled at you, he began to shake his head from side to side. The feeling of his tongue rounding delicious laps around your clit was earthshattering, you had never felt anything as intense as this before. You were coming again in seconds; and you threw your head back and ground yourself against Remus’ face. You could hear Sirius laugh as Remus lapped at your core, you shuddered against him and whimpered at the overstimulation. Sirius grasped your hand roughly and placed it on his cock which throbbed impatiently. You moved your hand to the top around his foreskin and pulled back, Sirius smile illuminated the room as he moved your hair to the side.   “No love, use your mouth.” He whispered, you slid awkwardly from Remus’ face and crawled before Sirius. You looked up into his dark face as he regarded you, he watched as you ran your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the top. He sighed and placed a delicate hand to the top of your head, pushing it downwards. You didn’t mind, in fact, you thoroughly enjoyed it. The feeling of the decision being removed from your hands was delectable in a life such as yours, where at any second you could die from making the wrong choice.

  It took you a second to adjust to Sirius’ girth as he began to fuck your throat, slowly at first and after you gave him a swift nod; he picked up his pace. You gagged around his cock as Sirius pushed it further into your throat, you had to swallow; or you thought you might choke. Saliva dripped from your chin as with great effort, you swallowed around his cock. Sirius let out a groan and grabbed a fistful of your hair.   “Do that again.” He commanded, you instantly swallowed around him. He quivered and thrusted into your mouth with more force, you whined around him as with each time he hit the base of your throat, he pulled out almost as far. You mourned the loss of him in your mouth each time. He tasted salty with sweat, and you found that the most delicious thing you had tasted all evening.

  Your jaw began to ache and though you did your best to ignore it, Sirius seemed to sense your discomfort. He pulled out of your mouth with a satisfying pop.   “I want to come inside you, (Y/N). I want to make you come all over my cock.” Sirius breathed into your ear, he still held fast onto the fistful of your hair. You moaned against his lips as he brought you roughly in for a kiss. “Feeling neglected, Remus?” Sirius laughed as he surfaced for air. You looked over your shoulder to see Remus on his back, he stroked his cock lazily as he watched you.   “On the contrary, just enjoying the show.”  

You were breathless, positively alight with desire. Every inch of your flesh screamed with want and for a second you felt guilty, wanton almost. Every scrap of decorum you previously possessed ebbed from your body with each illicit moan, and every time you passed yourself between these two men you couldn’t help the grin that formed on your face. The lascivious acts you had both endured and performed were more than you could ever ask for from one partner let alone two. The bottom line though, you felt, was if it was wrong or if it you weren’t meant to enjoy it…why were you enjoying it so?   “Come here, darling.” Remus said softly, as if able to hear your thoughts. He held his arms out to you and you crawled into his embrace gladly. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head and his hands travelled down your back to your rump, he squeezed it and gave it a playful tap. You smiled widely at him and kissed him deeply, your hands found themselves again in his hair and his mouth trailed hot kisses from your mouth along your jaw. Sighs of contentedness fell readily from your lips as Sirius approached from behind you. He brushed his hand softly up your arm causing your flesh to tingle under his touch. You heard Sirius whisper a spell and with a start you were thrown onto your back, propped up on the pillows; your legs brought up spread wide and bent at the knee. You felt soft fabric wrap around your wrists and the backs of your thighs as your arms and legs were bound together, leaving you bare, open and vulnerable to both men. Another soft piece of fabric settled over your eyes, completely covering your vision, and leaving you without sight. A fleeting moment of zealous insecurity bounded through your mind; you had never tried anything as adventurous as this with any of your previous partners. There hadn’t been many, mind you- but still you felt a little out of your depth. What flashed through your mind next was Remus’ kind face, you knew he would never let anything happen to you. You knew you need only say the word if you were uncomfortable and there would be no hard feelings. He would probably make you a cup of tea and talk about something innocuous until you felt better. And there was Sirius, who earlier on had felt so incensed over what had happened to Marlene that he was willing to put himself in danger- yes, you knew you were in safe hands.

  “How does that feel, (Y/N)?” Sirius asked from a way away. You pulled against your bonds slightly, you couldn’t escape them, but they weren’t painful.   “Indescribable.” You breathed. You smiled, unaware if either of them could see your face. You felt a soft caress of your inner thigh, your breath hitched in response. Your cunt ached with need, regardless of the two orgasms you’d already had by Sirius’ quick fingers and Remus’ clever tongue.   “We’re going to play a game, aren’t we Remus?” Sirius said jovially, as if he were speaking of Quidditch in the sun.   “Oh, yes. I love this game.” Remus replied from elsewhere in the room. You would have liked to think that your hearing would have been heightened by having your sight stripped from you; but you wondered whether the disorientation you felt as the two men moved around you was part of the game.   “We’re going to fuck you now, (Y/N). One after the other. You are to guess who is fucking you.” Sirius said. You felt a hand tug on the restraints around your knees and a hum of satisfaction.   “You are not allowed to come unless you guess correctly.” Remus added somewhat cruelly. You frowned and felt another hand caress your breast, they took your nipple in between their fingers and gave it a tug. You yelped with surprise and tried to lurch upwards, but a hand against your chest pushed you down again. Where the fingers were on your nipple a second ago, you felt a tongue trace around the stiffened teat. They sucked hard and you bucked your hips upward, desperate for something, anything to ease the throbbing you felt in your quim. You were wracked with worry though, what would happen if you couldn’t tell them apart?   “Our girl’s needy, wouldn’t you say Sirius?” Remus said, oh, it was Remus who suckled on your breast. You felt his hot breath on you as he pressed wet kisses across the valley of your breasts and then lavished the other nipple with the same delicious torture.

  You needed to come. You needed release desperately. You bucked your hips upwards again and a whimper escaped you. Fruitless.   “Please.” You whispered blindly; you didn’t know if they were even listening to you. “Please fuck me.”   “Who?” A voice answered quietly, you weren’t sure who answered you, you bit your lip.   “Anyone, both of you. Please, I need, I need-”   “Look at us Moony, two dogs with a little bitch all tied up and begging.” Sirius said, you had no idea where he was. He seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once. Like his voice filled all of your senses and yet left you achingly touch starved. “Isn’t that something?”   “Yes, the irony isn’t lost on me.” Remus replied, he too seemed to float in the ether around you. Like a voice from a dream, almost tangible. You began to struggle against your restraints, it was torture. You wanted nothing more than to be fucked by these two men and the longer they made you wait, the more restless you became.   “(Y/N), are you ready?” You nodded as definitely as you could, you braced yourself for what, you couldn’t say. Another agonizing minute passed before you heard any movement. You could feel the heat from a body between your legs, it was impossible to say who it was as they leaned forward to press their member between your slick folds. Whomever it was pushed into gently, you squealed as they filled you torturously slowly. You moved your hips against him, desperate for the friction. When they didn’t move you let out a grunt of frustration. You heard him chuckle, whoever he was, and he gave the smallest thrust into you.   “Please-” You mustered, your voice was small and full of want. You wished you could take this person in your arms and fuck him, but with your arms and legs bound together, all you could do was lift your hips. He was big, bigger than anything you’d had before. You felt the sting as he stretched you out with each miniscule thrust. You felt fit to burst, like you could explode at any second if you weren’t fucked and fucked well. You writhed beneath him, impatient and desperate.

  You weren’t prepared for what happened next. Your mouth was forcefully opened, and a cock slid inside. Whoever wasn’t buried in your cunt took your mouth. Incredible. You spluttered against it, as the cock inside your quim began to move. You moaned throatily as you were utterly filled. The cock inside you began to push furiously into you, bruising your cervix with every delectable thrust. It was almost manic now; you were being tossed around something chronic and with every thrust from inside you caused the cock in your mouth to be pushed further into your throat. You wanted to badly to feel them around you, you wished to lavish your lovers with touches of encouragement.   “Fuck.” That was definitely Sirius. But you couldn’t work out where. Dear Merlin, you needed to come. Please, you begged to anybody that might listen, please. You hollowed your cheeks against the member in your throat and tried to suck, but the force in which they fucked your mouth let you do nothing but try and keep your teeth out of the way.   “Fuck, fuck.” That was Remus. His voice seemed to be closer than Sirius. You moaned again, as the man between your legs lifted a hand and began to rub your clit. That was it, you were going to come. The man between your legs fucked you harder as if he could sense this, the room was a cacophony of moans, of delicious skin on skin and you could almost float away in the bliss. You felt your orgasm begin to reach its peak, but that wasn’t allowed was it? Nobody had asked you to guess? You decided not to bring it up, but to reach the climax you so desperately craved.

  The thrusting into your core was desperate now, incensed. You could hear the cries of a man about to spill his seed. The man in your mouth pulled out and you clamped your aching jaw closed immediately. You felt hands around your throat and pressure as your moans became heightened, matching the orgasm that now sizzled through you.   “Oh...Lord!” The man between your legs came, you could feel it. “Fuck, I’m coming.” That was Sirius, you were sure of it. A slew of curses whispered in the distance and you could feel his thrusts become weaker as he filled you full of him.   “Sirius.” You whispered with a smile.   “It’s a bit late for that you naughty slut.” Sirius snapped, in an instant the ties around your arms and legs vanished and they fell to the bed with a thud. They ached, you ached. You had never been fucked that hard and you groaned as you rolled onto your stomach. You were pulled up sharply by your hips and onto all fours. You craned your neck round to see Remus behind you, red faced and sweaty as he lined himself up with your entrance. You noticed his chest was littered with scars and you wanted to run your tongue along each one.   “Need to come.” Remus muttered as he pushed into you roughly. It was like night and day to the way Sirius had fucked you, Remus pulled a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back sharply. He wasted no time in building a rhythm, he rutted into you mercilessly. You cried out, the pain in your scalp along with the pleasure in your loins was almost too much for you to bear.   “God Moony, I’m hard again just watching you fuck her.” Sirius said, his voice was strained as your eyes met. He was perched against the pillows, his back to the headboard as he stroked his now hard cock. His eyes were dark, and he licked his lips as he watched his best friend pound into you from behind. Remus let go of your hair and brought his hands to your hips in a vice like grip. He pushed and pulled you onto his cock, you could feel the wetness you had created trickle down your thighs.

  Your voice was hoarse as you came for the fourth time, you had cried and moaned and whimpered for what felt like hours. You felt tears sting your eyes as the pleasure trundled through your veins, your walls tightened, and Remus gave a great cry before he thrust into twice more and you milked him of his orgasm. He fell forward onto you and you went with him, falling onto Sirius’ chest with a grunt. Sirius wrapped his arms steadily around you and bundled you close to his chest. Remus pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder as he slid from on top of you and pulled you in between them, Sirius on the right, Remus on the left. You breathed. From the bottom of your lungs you gasped in great breaths. Sirius’ fingers travelled from your neck to the base of your spine and back again, and Remus stroked lazy circles on your stomach. You hummed contentedly as your heartrate returned to normal, you nestled your head into Sirius’ chest and wiggled your hips against Remus earning a laugh from the latter.   “Comfortable (Y/N)?” Remus asked into your hair. You hummed in agreement and let your eyes close.   “Well our game didn’t go much to plan, did it Moony?” Sirius asked, you could hear the smile in his voice. Remus’ chuckle vibrated against your back.   “No, not quite. Someone obviously didn’t understand the rules.” Remus said, he tapped your stomach playfully and you groaned.   “I understood perfectly, thank you very much. I just couldn’t hold on much longer. I was desperate.” You sighed and Sirius placed a kiss to the top of your head.   “You’ll have to do better. We won’t be as lenient next time.” Sirius stated. Your eyes fluttered open and gazed up at Sirius face, he was joking, surely?   “We certainly will not.” Remus confirmed from behind you, you felt your stomach leap in excitement.   “Next time?” You murmured; this couldn’t be happening. No, not to you. Remus rolled you in his arms, so you faced him, Sirius shuffled down the bed slightly and wrapped his arm around your middle.   “You think I’m going to go the rest of my life without ever fucking you again?” Remus questioned; his brow furrowed but you could tell he was being sincere. You pressed your finger to the scar that ran across the bridge of his nose and traced it lightly, he closed his eyes against your touch and pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand.

  You were still. The three of you. You must have fallen asleep; you have no idea when or how long for; but Sirius stirred behind you and your eyes opened wearily.   “(Y/N),” he whispered, “Rem. Come on, we need to bathe.” You lifted your head from Remus’ arm and yawned, your bodies were stuck together with sweat and who knows what else. Remus groaned and pulled you closer to him. Sirius bent to kiss your cheek and shifted to the side of the bed. “Shall I run you a bath, (Y/N)? I imagine you’re very sore.”   “Yes please, I’m broken.” You joked and shot a wink in his direction. You yawned again. “Do you fancy a coffee?”   “I’ll put the kettle on.” Sirius said as he pulled his discarded boxers on over his manhood, he flicked the light on as he exited the room. You turned your attention back to Remus who looked so peaceful, you felt guilty disturbing him. You placed a tender kiss to his lips, and he smiled.   “Come on, we need to get up. We absolutely stink.” You said softly, Remus only pouted and pulled you even closer.   “Don’t want to.” He replied stubbornly. You laughed and pushed his arms from around you. You rubbed your eyes and trailed your hands over your neck and chest, the skin there tender. “(Y/N), can I ask you something?” Remus said, he had propped himself up onto his elbow as he watched you.   “Of course.”   “Why didn’t you ask me out when we were in school?” He asked you quizzically, you groaned and flopped backwards onto the bed. He inched closer to you and placed a hand on the side of your face, turning it to him. His green eyes intently fixed on yours.   “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I was scared you would say no. My little fifteen-year-old heart couldn’t have taken it.” You replied with a chuckle.   “I wish you had.” He paused thoughtfully; he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I would’ve said yes.”   “Really?” You pondered, he hummed and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips and suddenly, he was gone. You opened your eyes to find him at the other end of the room pulling his boxers on.   “I still might.” Remus winked, he left your bedroom with a yawn and closed the door.

  You sighed and rubbed your eyes. It was all too much, but the butterflies in your stomach reminded you that even in the midst of the horrors of this war there was still happiness to be had. Even if it came in the shape of two very unlikely men. You couldn’t believe your luck, how much it had changed.

[forthehpfanboys]

hc about being in a relationship with harry and being remus and sirius trans son? (I just think that they would be amazing as parents idk)

yesyesyesyesyes

Warning: mention of dysphoria, small homophobia and transphobia in the beginning, mention of "shark week".

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I know you told Harry first.

He was accepting, confused and worried, but accepting none the less.

He'd heard his uncle and aunt talk shit about muggle and their sexualities, and he didn't know of the Wizarding world was the same way.

However, Sirius has this nasty habit of listening in on your gossip in his house, so when you told Harry, he found out.

Then he told Remus. Remus smacked him in the chest for ease dropping, but they were grateful they knew.

They waited for you to tell them naturally and made small hints that stuff like that was ok.

So we can agree that they are fantastic parents, both chaotic and responsible and both support you 10,000% and they want to make sure you know that.

Because your their only son and they love you.

They probably wait until you do some extra research on the topic before they do anything (semi)permant like surgery (hormones) if that makes sense-

Anyway, so of course when you come out to them, they literally throw a party. Their so proud of their son, seriously, it's almost embarrassing.

Sirius got a banner that says "it's a boy!!" and the balloons and streamers are blue. Remus made sure the cake had your new name on it with correct spelling and everything and all your friends are there.

And then they find out your also *perfered sexuality* and are dating Harry and they go bonkers.

Like they just OOZE love and support.

And of course Remus is like "Your in love with a black haired Gryffindor who should've been put in Slytherin but beat the odds and comes from an abusive out hold? You really are my son."

And the first time one of them says son, your crying good tears. God knows I would

Anyway, so Sirius seriously jokingly tells you two to keep the door open in your bedroom from now on and that he can't stay the night in your room anymore.

And Remus is like "Oh my god, Sirius shut the fuck up. They'll be fine." and gives you a wink and he's like "Ok, I'll hold him, you guys run up and lock the door-"

Because pranks.

Anyway, so Remus definetly works on the hormone potions and you guys find a way to make the schedule work with his bane potion so you guys can take it at the same time.

Hi, but also Harry throwing himself into fights so people respect your pronouns.

And now I shall quote him:

"If they want to he disrespectful, they better expect to get the shit smacked into them. You're a human and, unfortunately for them, so are they. I know human's weak points. I will break them."

He's small, but will rock their shit.

You've seen Harry take people down in one hit.

SHARK WEEK WARNING--SKIP TO NEXT BLUE BIT TO AVOID IT

He WILL sneak out of Gryffindor tower to sneak you ice cream during "shark week".

Ron offers to go with him for protection but he just wants ice cream too

He stays up all night rubbing your tummy if that helps you with any cramps and he loves you seriously.

He will use a hearing charm on a water bottle as a heating pad.

He'll even help wash your hair if your feeling particularly bad or sit in the bathroom with you just so he can try to distract you during showers or baths, whatever you perfer.

YOUR GOOD NOW. READ ON, FRIEND. 👌

Ok, ok, ok but he just wants you yo he comfortable and happy and will buy you so many sweets.

Him going ape shit if Snape doesn't respect them-

Like climbing over his desk, Ron grabbing him by the waist and trying to pull him back into his seat kind of ape shit.

Unless your not out to everyone, then he's careful, probably overly careful, to make sure he doesn't out you.

He also tries to avoid hurting your feelings so he never dead names you.

He always calls you 'babe' or 'sweetie' or 'my darling dearest' or stuff like that.

Gosh, but when people see you holding hands and cuddling, they think your the cutest couple ever.

Remus and Sirius obviously approving of your relationship, which I think I already hit, but it's so true.

Like they love the kid so of course they approve.

Sirius and Remus are the best fathers I've ever seen and Harry is the best partner. Fight me.

[15-dogs]

everything and anything |s.b.|

hello hello!! this is for @chudleycanons writing challenge!! everyone go check emmy out, she’s an amazing writer!! congrats again on 600 emmy :)

pairing: young!sirius black x reader

summary: sirius offers to take you to the ball but has other intentions in mind

warnings: the reader describes being insecure about their looks

prompts: fake dating, “Did I mean anything to you?”, “Dance with me”

guide: (Y/N) = your name, (Y/L/N) = your last name

word count: 3797

If anyone ever asked if you liked being the mom friend, you would instantly say yes. There was no doubt in your mind that you absolutely loved the position. You had this knack for taking care of everyone out of the pure goodness of your heart but you certainly weren’t afraid to throw a few punches if someone looked at your friend funny. That’s just who you were and you never wanted to change that.

However, as all things do, the title came with its downfalls. One being that you were always last in line to be picked from the group of eligible bachelorettes that were your friends. It usually would have never bothered you if it weren’t for a large, end of the year ball that Flitwick had decided to throw together. 

Alice had partnered up with Frank, Marlene was going with Dorcas, and Mary was going with Peter. Remus had the full moon the night before and Sirius had decided not to attend so there goes your two other options. Lily had promised that if you and her didn’t get dates by the time the ball rolled around, you two would go together. However, James had his way of working into her heart with very little effort. So there you were, stuck without a date.

It didn’t just make you embarrassed, it made you ashamed. And you shouldn’t have been! A few weeks prior, you thought that a Ravenclaw fancied you but you were quite mistaken, seeing as how they blew you off for dates. It wasn’t until you spotted him making out with the prefect opposite him during rounds did you realize he didn’t like you at all. You choked back the sobs that bubbled up in your chest and ran to your dorm to tell the girls all about it. When you got there, Lily was jumping up and down with excitement, claiming that James and her kissed. Decidedly, you did not tell the girls about what happened between you and that Ravenclaw, feeling like you were clouding Lily’s joy. 

Yet, the thought of you being the “less attractive” option than your friends still kept you up at night. Your friends were beautiful, they always were getting asked out on dates and you were always cheering them on, giving advice, whatnot. It was fun, or at least for a while. Sometimes it became tiring having to hear about how they were dating a new person each week while you sat, wondering what on Earth you did wrong.

You always pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind as you celebrated Marlene’s birthday in the common room. She squealed as she opened your present— a new jean jacket with patches of which you had hand picked and sewn on yourself— and immediately began to thank you. You felt awkward under her praise, opting to get the food ready instead.

You came back a moment later with snacks in your hand and some drinks, leading Dorcas to suggest you all play a drinking game. You teetered with anxieties as you remembered how everyone (and that meant everyone) acted when they were drunk. Maybe you should just stay sober. The group booed you but you merely shook your head, claiming that they’d thank you later when they were stumbling up to their dorms in their drunken stupor.

About an hour in, the drinking game turned into a group of drunk 7th years playing truth or dare. You decided to hop into the game, considering that you didn’t have to drink but instantly regretted your choice the second everyone started talking about the ball.

“Have you picked out a dress?” Mary asked Lily, leaning forward and biting her thumbnail. Lily nodded excitedly.

“Yes! I’m picking it up this weekend at the tailors from Hogsmeade.”

“You’re joking!” Marlene gasped. She looked between her and Dorcas before looking back at Lily. “We’re picking our dresses up this weekend at the same place! We should all go together! Mary? Alice? (Y/N)?”

You felt your heart sink and forced a smile on your face. Sirius, sitting beside you, nudged your knee with his. You looked up at him and he raised his brows.

“What?” you whispered.

“Are you okay?” Shockingly, his breath smelled the least like alcohol which was a rare occurrence for the party-crazed boy.

“I’m fine,” you shot out quickly. “Totally, perfectly fine.”

The truth was, you were not fine. Sirius knew it, too. Hearing that the girls were going to get their dresses felt like a slap in the face— you shouldn’t go to the dance at all. If you were going to mope around the whole time, what good would you be?

But it wasn’t because you were going alone, not really, anyway. It was because you were scared. To say that you didn’t like the way you looked was an understatement. You loved wearing dresses and skirts just as much as you loved wearing jeans and pants, but something about formalwear had your heart lurching in your chest. You wanted to be pretty, that was it, and you were afraid that people would laugh.

Someone of sound mind would have been able to reassure you that no one would have laughed at you, but no one knew of your insecurities and you didn’t plan on telling them. You constantly scolded yourself about those feelings but they kept resurfacing in every way possible.

When your attention shifted back to the group, you had realized they asked you a question. James let out a stifled giggle at your blank face and Lily swatted his arm.

“Huh?” you mumbled.

“We wanted to know how things are going with that Ravenclaw, Elliott,” Lily explained. “Did he ask you to the ball yet?”

Your lips parted and closed again, feeling that familiar sense of shame form deep in your stomach. “Oh,” you muttered lamely, “well, er, we aren’t...he’s not…”

“Oh, Godric. What did he do?”

“Oh, it’s— believe me— it’s nothing. I just, well, I think I misinterpreted a few signals here and there.”

“And how’s that?” Remus asked.

“I, um, walked in on him...snogging Jennifer, the other Ravenclaw prefect.”

A chorus of disgusted and shocked exclamations sounded around you. You looked away from their penetrating gazes, fiddling with your hands in your lap instead. One gaze struck you as particularly attention grabbing: Sirius’s. You looked up at the boy to the right of you on the couch, his gray eyes softened at your somber expression.

“He was leading you on, (Y/N). He’s a right git, easily. This wasn’t your fault.”

“I…” you trailed off, confused by his words. Yet, they comforted the part of you that was aching most. “Thanks, Sirius. I think I needed to hear that.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Your eyes locked with his and you felt a strange shift in the air. It was like an electrified silence. Although, it wasn’t silent. Marlene had been calling your name for the past minute now.

“Babes, hello!” Your eyes snapped up to Marlene’s at her words. “Who are you going with then?”

“About that, well, I don’t think I’m going to-”

You were cut off but groans and sighs from the girls around you. They immediately shot out protests, seemingly begging you to reconsider. You awkwardly shrugged when Sirius nudged you with his foot.

“Just because some bloke was an arse to you means you aren’t going to the ball? Come on, (Y/N), that’s not the you I know.”

“That’s not it,” you shot.

“Listen, I’ll go with you.”

Your eyes met Sirius’ with shock. You blinked a few times, then rubbed your eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, please, love”— he leaned in towards you so that his breath was hot against your ear— “I’m always Sirius.”

You elbowed him with a smirk, feeling a sense of guilt creep up in your throat. You blushed and shook your head. “It’s fine, Sirius, you don’t have to do that-”

“No, I want to.” His words took you by surprise. “It’s not like I was going with anyone so why not you?”

You shifted awkwardly in your seat, trying not to think about the implications of his words. But you couldn’t help thinking about how he wasn’t even going in the first place. Your heart sped up in your chest but you were convinced it was from gratitude and surprise. So, as you were swept off your feet by your friend of 7 years, you said, “Okay, let’s go to the ball together.”

A decision you’d later come to regret.

—

You sat with your friends at the Gryffindor table, eating your breakfast before you left for Hogsmeade to pick up your dresses. You were rifling through your bag to see if you had some extra money to buy some chocolate for Remus when you heard excited gasps surrounding you. Your eyes snapped up just in time to see a single rose fall in front of your face. The owl that held it hooted and flew away, only for another owl to repeat its actions.

All eyes in the Great Hall were on you as the few roses soon turned into a bouquet. You held a careful hand over your mouth as you searched for the culprit. Fortunately, you didn’t need to look that hard. Unfortunately, it was because the sender— Sirius— had jumped onto the Gryffindor table as he called out your name. He walked towards you, students pulling their plates to their chests with each step. Finally, he stood in front of you, arms crossed and grin smug.

“Sirius!” you hissed. You glanced up at the professors’s table, where McGonagall eyed Sirius warily. “Would you get down from there?”

“Only if you go to the ball with me!”

Murmurs quickly filled the room.

“That’s what this is about? You’re mental! I said yes a few days ago!”

“Is it still a yes, then?” Although Sirius was acting with a confidence like no other person you’d seen, he still seemed nervous to hear your response.

“Yes, you git! Now get down!”

You stood up as you reached out your hands, tugging Sirius back to the ground as he cried, “She said yes!”

Glares from people without dates landed on you but you tried your best to ignore it. You chanced a look over your shoulder to meet the confused eyes of Elliott boring holes into your back.

You felt your cheeks heat up furiously but you couldn’t help but laugh at his behavior. Your laughter was suddenly silenced as Sirius stood inches apart from your face. You tried your best not to inhale his cologne that strangely had you weak in the knees but you simply couldn’t help it with your close proximity.

To make matters worse, Sirius reached up to tuck some hair behind your ear and you were positive that you felt something towards him that you hadn’t felt before. He winked at you and chuckled handsomely before pushing away to meet up with his friends.

Your friends quickly surrounded you as they asked repeated questions about what in the world just happened between you and Sirius. You couldn’t process, though. Not then. All you could do was hold your face in your hands with blank eyes as you feared the tiny, miniscule, barely there crush that you might have on Sirius Black.

—

In Transfiguration a few days later, you sat at your desk near the front, awaiting Lily’s arrival. When you heard a familiar, bubbly laughter, your head whipped around to the back to see James with his arm around Lily as she sat in Sirius’s seat. You were a little saddened that she had left you to sit with her boyfriend, but you didn’t let it show— after all, you were happy that they had finally gotten together.

You felt an arm snake around the back of your chair, causing you to jump. When you looked over, Sirius was in Lily’s seat, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, the dumbest grin on his face.

“Good morning, (Y/L/N).” You hated the way his deep, slightly raspy voice made you shiver.

“Morning, yourself, Black.” 

You studied him out of the corner of your eye as he relaxed into his chair. Merlin, he looked handsome with his sleeves rolled up and hair mussed. You sucked in a sharp breath with horror at your thoughts, butterflies occupying your stomach as his thumb stroked your shoulder. You thought that you might die when his hand slipped down the chair to rest on your waist, only for him to tug you closer.

“I asked Evans to sit with Prongs today; she didn’t seem to mind,” he whispered roughly against your ear.

You hummed. “Hm, I wonder why?”

He stifled a laugh as he tipped forward, looking at the blank piece of parchment on his desk.

“I meant to ask you, what color is your dress?”

You blinked in shock at the change in topic. “It’s blue.”

He rolled his eyes. “Shades of blue, love.”

“I didn’t know that the different shades mattered to you,” you said, pretending to be impressed by his prompt.

“Shockingly, I’m more than just a pretty face.”

“Really?”

He fought back a chuckle and shook his head. “Shade, love, go on.”

“It’s baby blue.”

His eyes roved over your body for a moment too long. You became self-conscious at his stare, angling away from him. His eyes softened at your actions. You felt his slightly calloused hand take yours, raising it to his lips as he kissed your knuckles. Your eyes darted around the room to see if anyone saw what was happening, if it was as out of the ordinary as you imagined. Your eyes landed on Elliott who watched with distaste as Sirius acted like he was much more than just a friend, a sense of satisfaction filling you.

“You’re going to be gorgeous, love. You are gorgeous.”

When you looked into Sirius’ captivating gray eyes, you knew you were done for. You didn’t know what game he was playing, but you were sure you didn’t want it to end.

—

You were rushing back from the library, just having noticed that you were late to meeting your friends. You had all decided to get ready for the ball together, mostly because you were no good at makeup but quite good at hair, Lily was no good at hair but quite good at accessorizing, Marlene was no good at accessorizing but quite good at makeup, and so on.

You made it to the portrait and were about to state the password when someone stopped you. “Hey, (Y/L/N)!”

You turned around to see Elliott bombing towards you. “Hey, what’s going on?”

He slowed to a stop in front of you, his lips twitching into a smile. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the ball with me?”

You scoffed, but felt an immediate sense of guilt at your response. “Sorry, Elliott, but I’m going with Sirius-”

“I know.”

You looked around, seeing if Sirius was hiding somewhere to tell you he set this up, that it was all a joke. You clenched your eyes shut before eyeing the Ravenclaw in front of you.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Elliott.”

“Say yes. Go with me, not Black.” He took a step forward, ducking to meet your gaze. “I fancy you.”

You shook your head hurriedly, whispering the password as you darted away from him, your head swarming with severe thoughts. He called after you but didn’t dare follow as you ran up the stairs to your dorm.

You slammed the door shut behind you, panting as you slid your back down it. Lily nudged your foot with hers, causing you to look up at her.

“What happened to you?”

You jumped to your feet, running your hands through your hair as you muttered, “It’s bad, quite bad.”

“Well, we have the time as long as you get ready.”

So as you got yourself ready for the ball, you explained the direness of the situation. A sinking feeling set into your stomach with each word as you realized that you might fancy Sirius a little more than you let on. Mary blinked with shock, studying you carefully.

“Aren’t you and Sirius going together?” she asked.

“To the ball, yes.”

“No, no.” Mary waved her mascara wand in the air as she shook her head. “I mean going together. Like, dating.”

“What?” you cried, causing Marlene to smack your arm in order for you to stay still while she did your eyeshadow. “What made you think that?”

Dorcas snorted. “What didn’t make us think that?”

You went pale. “All of you thought that?”

You heard grumbled agreements and your stomach flipped. Was it because you were too obvious about your little crush? Or was there something else that had caused them to think that? Either way, you desperately needed to talk to Sirius.

The six of you went downstairs to meet your dates, all waiting in the Gryffindor common room. Seeing Sirius standing there with a tiny, blue morning glory which matched your dress had your heart lurching. You didn’t even realize that he was talking to you until he took your hand in his.

“Are you alright, love?”

You sucked in a sharp breath, nodding at your friends that they should leave without you. Once the common room was empty (and Sirius was thoroughly puzzled) you said, “We need to talk.”

Sirius sighed knowingly, scuffing his food against the ground. “Take it Elliott asked you to the ball, then?”

“I-...y-yes, how did you know?” You fiddled with your hands to avoid meeting his eyes. Everything about this situation made you want to run away and hide forever.

“Because that was the plan, (Y/N). Did you say yes-”

“The plan?” Your eyes snapped up to his, a new feeling ruminating behind them. Sirius cowered under your glare. “What plan?”

“That’s what this was all about, wasn’t it?” he tested. You crossed your arms and huffed. “It was about getting Elliott to realize he was stupid, it was about me pretending to be your...something until he realized that he shouldn’t have turned you down.”

Your heart shattered. All of Marlene’s hard work on your makeup went completely to waste as traitorous tears slipped down your cheeks, streaks of mascara coating your face. You felt sick.

“That’s what this was about, then? You were my something.” You tried with all your might to control the shaking in your voice but there was nothing you could do; you were a mess.

Sirius, finally aware of how his words affected you, took a step towards you with the intent of taking your hands in his. You jerked your hands away from him with a strangled sob.

“No, listen, that’s not-”

“Did I mean anything to you?”

The words weren’t supposed to come out of your mouth, they weren’t. Yet, they did. And you meant them. That was the worst part.

Sirius was silent.

No, that was the worst part.

Your breaths became labored and you didn’t want to cry in front of Sirius, so you ran up to your dorm room. As you leapt onto the stairs, a strong voice stopped you.

“You mean everything to me!” Sirius shouted after you. You froze midstep. “You’re always going to mean everything to me!”

You slowly turned around on your heel. “I don’t understand-”

“It was supposed to be innocent, good natured fun. I was supposed to be helping you out with Elliott. But then you had to be yourself! You had to be funny, and beautiful, and gentle and I was not supposed to fall for you, but things never go according to plan. So, yes, you mean everything and anything to me.”

The room was silent save for the music that radiated from the Great Hall into the common room. You took a few sobering breaths as Sirius awaited a response.

“I said no, by the way. I couldn’t do it. Not when I knew how I felt about you.”

His eyes lit up and he took a step towards you. “And, er, how do you feel about me?”

You rolled your eyes as you made your way back down the stairs. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

He chuckled as he outstretched an arm to you, helping you walk down the last few steps. He pulled you close to his chest, searching your eyes for something that wasn’t present. He guided you to the portrait hole but your feet bolted to the ground.

“I can’t go out there looking like this!” you explained.

Sirius fought a snicker as he saw your panicked expression. He guided you back to the middle of the room, an intenseness in his gaze that you’d never seen before. He let go of your hand only to hold it out to you again.

“Dance with me.”

You tried to protest but your words died on your tongue. You reluctantly took him up on the offer, gasping when he pulled you flush against his chest.

Suddenly, things began to feel out of place. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve Sirius. You had never been “chosen” out of your friends because that wasn’t you, you weren’t the girl that people went after. Your heart panged with guilt as you looked away from his piercing stare.

“You’re doing that thing again.” Sirius tucked your head into his chest, his voice vibrating against your ear.

“What thing?”

“You get that little look on your face where your eyebrows knit together and you can’t look anyone in the eye because you’re scared.”

“Scared?” you asked incredulously.

“Scared of getting things that you deserve.”

You lifted your head from his chest to meet his eyes. “And what exactly do I deserve?”

You expected something smart from him, something that would make you roll your eyes and groan. Instead, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as Sirius said, “Happiness, complete happiness.”

In a moment of impulse, your hands wrapped around the back of his head to plant a kiss firmly against his lips. 

In a shocking turn of events, Sirius hesitated. His eyes went wide when you kissed him and it took him a moment to process your actions. However, once he did get hold of himself, he pulled you impossibly closer by the waist, kissing you passionately like there was nowhere else he’d want to be.

And that was true, of course. There was nowhere else he wanted to be besides with you. 

And seeing the way that Sirius looked at you made everything worth the wait.

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Sirius ~ Ask Me

1,300 Followers Challenge!

Round 2

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Requested by Anon

Words: 1,931

Warnings: Neutral Reader, neutral arsehole OC, fake dating, fluff, supportive Sirius, supportive friends, brief magic fight

“Sirius, can I talk to you for a second?”

Sirius, James, Remus and Peter looked up from dining table, finding you standing there, looking just a touch nervous.  If it had been anyone else, one of them would've made some sort of comment, but this demeanour was so unlike you, they all knew better.

“Yeah, sure.” Sirius said, standing and grabbing a slice of toast.

A look of relief crossed your expression before you lead the way out.  Behind you, James nudged Sirius, with a wink, and Sirius rolled his eyes at him, quickly following.

You led him away from the Great Hall and into the nearest classroom, quickly checking to make sure no one was around.

Inside, your anxious only seemed to increase.

Sirius threw what was left of his toast into the bin.  “Are you alright Y/N?  What's going on?”

You let out a shaky breath before meeting his gaze.  “I just want to start this by saying, I'll completely understand if you say no.”

He blinks, pink tinging his cheeks a little, but he nods.  “Okay...”

“I...” You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself.  “Look, you've probably heard that Robin has been asking me out for a while now?”

It was no secret.  “A few times if I've heard correctly.”

You nod and start to pace the room.  “I keep saying no, I'm not interested, but for whatever reason they have it in their head that that means they can keep on trying.  It's getting to the point that I'm extremely uncomfortable and I don't know what else to do about this.”

“A good hex would sort them out.” Sirius said flatly.

“Yeah, and get me into trouble at the same time,” You frowned.  “Do you know how much shit my parents would get at work if I did that? They work together, and they aren't easy to get along with at the best of times.”

Sirius frowns.  “Okay, so what do you need me to do?”

Your hesitation was clear, and your hands wrung together a little.  “As I said, you can say no, but it seems the only to get Robin to stop to show I'm already with someone else.”

He stares at you, trying to keep his expression blank.  “You want to date me?”

“Unofficially,” You said quickly.  “We just...pretend that we're dating.  Just till Robin backs off.”

“Huh,” He said thoughtfully, still keeping his expression blank.  “And why would you ask me this?”

“Because James is already dating Lily, and Peter and Remus can't act for shit.” You said.  “You're the only one I trust with this Sirius.”

Sirius wasn't a fan of this, he knew it was probably a bad idea, but there was something about you saying you trusted him that made him chase all those other thoughts away. “Okay, I'll do it.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Just like that?”

He smiled.  “Just like that.  Although, do me a favour?”

You nod, still stunned.

“Don't tell Remus he can't act.  He'll get most upset.”

The laughter felt good, and you shook your head, smiling.  “Not a word.”

News went around the school like wild fire that you and Sirius were dating.  Sirius Black, the local flirt, had finally settled in with someone.  The two of you played along with it, but both of you were aware that there was a furious glare often sent your way.

After a particularly bad Potions lesson, Sirius caught up to you and wrapped a friendly arm around your shoulders.  “You okay?”

“I'd be better if Robin hadn't been glaring daggers into my back all lesson.” You grumbled.  “I have no idea how I got through that lesson.”

Sirius hums thoughtfully. “Well, how about we head to Hogsmead this weekend?  Just the two of us.” He added quickly at your nervous look, knowing that you wanted to keep this as quiet as possible, it less likely to blow up in your faces then.

You sighed.  “I don't know Sirius...it could bring more trouble.”

He gives your shoulders a squeeze.  “That's what I'm here for.  Everyone knows trouble is my middle name by now.”

It took a little bit more convincing, but after Transfiguration was no better, you agreed, just wanting to away from him.

The Three Broomsticks was relatively quiet considering how many students were out and about, but you certainly weren't complaining, relaxing as you sat in the chair next to Sirius. You couldn't even begin to put into words what this was all doing to you, but you more than grateful for Sirius' support.

“Thanks Sirius,” You said quietly, earning a surprised look from him.  “I really did need this.”

He smiled.  “No need to thank me Y/N.  If that clod can't accept this, then there is something wrong.”

You sighed, leaning on yours hands.  “I do wonder if Robin knows.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “How? I certainly haven't said anything, and I really doubt you have.  We're the only two that know.”

“I don't know, it's just something about...”  You trailed off and shook your head.  “You're right.  It's not possible.”

Sirius does a look around the pub and sees more than a few students that spoke a lot to Robin, a cheeky grin coming to him.

He nudges you gently. “You know, there is something we could do that would get tongues wagging.”

You looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Sirius’ grin widens, and he sends you a wink.  “We could make out.”

There was an awkward pause before you laughed, looking away shyly.  “No, I don't want a kiss.”

Sirius chuckled.  “You never know, you might like it.”

“While I'm sure your kissing is more than remarkable,” You said, purposefully looking at your drink. “It's not currently the most important thing on my mind.”

You felt him shift closer, his arm snaking around the back of your chair, his voice low.  “Something else then?”

Laughing, you glance at him, finding him grinning.  “You are terrible.”

Sirius shrugs, his smile not dropping as he moves comfortably back into his own.  “I must have something going for me, or you wouldn't have asked otherwise.”

You smile at him, feeling genuinely happy, more than you had in a while.  Then your smile dropped and Sirius quickly followed your gaze to the door.

Robin stepped inside.

“Oh, you've got to be kidding me.”

Robin strides over, looking smug.  “So, this is the happy couple is it?”

“Why can't you just leave me alone?” You asked, annoyed.  “I'm sure you have better things to do than plague my every step.”

“Oh, I do have better things to do,” Robin said, eyes on Sirius.  “Including putting this bastard back in his place.”

“I'd like to see you try,” Sirius said lightly.  “You aren't the only one with friends.”

Robin sneers.  “Oh, you look all alone here, little Black, and if this is the only one to win Y/N over, then so be it.”

“No one is winning anyone over,” You said coldly.  “Because I remain uninterested, no matter what you keep telling yourself.”

But Robin smirks. “Oh?  You haven't heard?  Little Black has been trying to earn your attentions here for a while.  It may seem like his crush has worked, at least a little, but I wonder just how much dark magic was involved in it.”

“None.” You and Sirius both said, Sirius' face going a little pale.

“I'm here of my own volition,” You said.  “And you better learn to respect that.”

Robin scoffed.  “Like you would know anything about dark magic. We all know that you ride the coattails of everyone else in class.”

Heat flared in your cheeks, but you didn’t get a chance to respond as Sirius stands, his hands shaking.

“Says the one who’s only in some classes because Mummy and Daddy paid the school.”

Robin’s face went incredibly pale, very aware that several people were now looking over.  “Like you would know anything about it.  Why don’t you stick to your waste of space of a family in practising dark magic?”

Sirius reached for his wand, but he didn’t have to say anything, four spells hitting Robin at once, knocking them almost immediately out cold, several screams from other students sounding.

“I suggest the rest of you stay out of this,” James said, wand twirling in his fingers.  “This prat had this coming.  When someone says no, they mean it.”

Sirius stared at him, Remus and Peter next to him, slipping their own wands away.  “What are you guys doing here?”

James grins and shrugs. “Seems like you needs a hand.”  He nods at you.  “Y/N too.”

Sirius frowns and looks at you, your wand still raised, breathing hard.  He smiles and gently takes your hand, pushing your hand down. “I think you can put that down now. Pretty sure Robin won’t be getting up for a while.”

You swallowed and slowly slipped your wand away.  “O-okay.”

“Hey,” Sirius brought your gaze to his.  “You didn’t do anything wrong.  That arsehole deserved it.”

“Damn right they did,” James was crouching next to Robin now, poking them with his wand.  “We’ll get them out of sight for you, and don’t worry, we’ll take the fall from the teachers.”

Remus snorts, helping James pick up Robin as Peter moves and opens the door.  “You mean I will offer an explanation that the teachers will mostly believe, but we’ll still all get detention.  Again.”

James chuckles.  “Come on Remus, you haven’t had a dull moment with us yet.”

You and Sirius watched them leave, Sirius letting out a low chuckle, shaking his head.  “They are terrible.  Can’t keep to themselves at all.”

“Does Remus really lie to the teachers that much?”  You asked, watching as the rest of the students started going back to their drinks, as if not much had happened at all.

Sirius grins.  “He is a much better actor than you give him credit for.”

You look at him, wanting to laugh, but still feeling in shock over it all, and not entirely sure what to process first.  “So…you’ve liked me for a while huh?”

His grin falters and he rubs the back of his neck, pink flushing his cheeks.  “I…well…maybe?”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”  You frowned at him.  “Why did you agree to help me?”

Sirius shrugs.  “I never thought you’d ever like me back, and I agreed because you’re still my friend.  My feelings aside, I didn’t like seeing you so uncomfortable and in trouble, and the fact that you trusted me enough to ask me…”

You stared at him for a long moment, Sirius carefully avoiding your gaze.  Slowly, you rested your hand on his.  “Ask me.”

He looked at you, frowning slightly.  “What?”

“Ask me.”  You gave a small smile.  “Properly.  Without the expectation of covering my arse from a douchebag.”

Sirius opened his mouth a few times, before his frown deepened.  “Technically you asked me that.”

You giggled.  “Well, now I’m giving you a chance.”

Slowly, his frown eased and he smiled, moving a little closer.  “Y/N…would you like to go out with me?  For real this time.”

Smiling shyly, you nod. “Yeah, yeah I would.  I’m sorry I put you through this.”

Sirius chuckled, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.  “Don’t be, I did agree, and if anything, we both learnt we can already play the couple really well.”

Giggling, you felt yourself relax into him, and while you were still worried about what the consequences of hexing Robin would be, with Sirius here, it all just felt a little bit better.