#mafia!marauders

[vxntagedior]

Mafia marauders picking you up from the police station because you and lily stole the McDonald’s sign after you went clubbing

as much as they hate the police, they're on speed dial because of you.

it wouldn't be normal for them not to call once a month whenever you had a girls night that ended to far, all of you too drunk and end up do something stupid.

"on the way." remus just sighed into the phone, calling out for james and sirius, who were already waiting in the garage.

coming into the station, they could already hear the two of you giggling.

seeing the familar yellow M in the corner, sirius just looked over at the office who nodded, confirming his thoughts.

"jamie!" you smiled, running into the arms of your husband, james catching you easily, while giving lily a smile.

"really?" sirius looked at the two of you, remus already occupied getting the two of you out, "a mcdonald's sign, how did you even get it down."

the two of you just looked at each other before laughing. the three men just sighed, standing behind the two of you as the two of you had your arms wrapped around each other, stumbling out of the station.

[remusslove]

Mafia! Marauders with clingy!Crybaby! Reader, where they are in a meeting and the reader is playing with their toys in a seperate room but desperately needs their dadas (for whatever reason you decide) but when they go to enter the meeting room, they get told off by a guard which then leads to a little meltdown and comfort after??

You sighed pushing away your hello kitty plushies and toy dinosaurs that you were playing with. The ache in your stomach for food made you whine and stand up.

You began walking to the meeting room so you could tell your daddies that you wanted a snack. Some gushers and fruit sounded delicious at the moment.

“Excuse me. This is a private meeting no one is allowed in.” The security guard guarding the door said quite rudely. “Who are you?” You asked curiously titling your head. “That is none of your business.” He spat stepping closer to you.

“I was just wondering. Usually Tommy’s here.” You mumbled looking down. Tommy is your daddies right hand man who monitors almost every room in the house, he’s also really nice and sneaks you gushers when Remus says no.

“Yeah well he’s not here so leave.” “But-” you tried to explain yourself but being met with a hard shove out of the room along with a slam of the door. You let out a soft sob before walking back into the room.

“Hey bunny we’re back” James said as the three of them walked into the room. “Daddy!” You called for him in between sobs. You made grabby hands wanting to be held by him.

He cooed at your tears and quickly hoisted you up onto his hip. “What happened my love who do we need to hurt?” Remus asked you wiping the tears off your face.

“The guard was weally m-mean to me m’ just wanted to see you guys” you explained through sniffles. There hearts tore a little watching you cry.

“How bout we go deal with them while you go eat something hm?” Sirius suggested taking you out of James’s arms to place a kiss on your face.

You nodded placing your head on his shoulder before taking a deep breath to enjoy his hard cologne. He chuckled as you began playing with the silver rings on his fingers.

Not proofread<3💌

[360iris]

with a feeling (poly!prongsfoot x reader | mafia au)

“You’ve missed me, baby?” James asks with a bright smile, both hands firmly gripping the steering wheel as he speaks to you through the car console.

“More than anything, Jamie.” You answer back immediately, and though he’s focusing primarily on the road, he can see from a quick glance at the screen how you’re currently sprawled out on your stomach in bed. Your soft cheek resting against the backs of your hands, cutely pouting at the camera as you mentally urge your boyfriends to return home as quickly and safely as possible.

“What about Sirius, hun?” James asks with a cheeky grin, sparing a glance towards the man currently riding in the passenger’s seat, knowing full well the response he’s going to get.

“What about him?” You ask in a considerably different tone, your voice bordering indifferent as you turn your attention to your nails. Acting as though those shimmering, opaque gel polished digits were significantly more interesting in comparison to the new topic of discussion. 

That’s all it was in the end however- a long-standing game of pretend that existed between Sirius and yourself since the day the two of you laid eyes on one another. A teasing charade which masked caring carasses as tugging fistfuls of hair, and transforming fleeting kisses into prominent bites and bright red hickeys. 

From an outsider’s perspective, the two of you were united on some semblance of a common ground- appearing intimidating, judgemental but breathtakingly beautiful in each other’s silent company. 

And to friends, you behaved quite differently. A bickering, arguing duo who could rarely get through a single conversation without it coming to empty insults.

But to James, he alone got to see you as you truly were- learning your past and how you met Sirius before you’d known the faces, or names of any of the other Marauders. A particularly peculiar, but intimate love story in its own right.

“Did you miss him?” He answers, deciding to humor your game as he did more often than not.

“I suppose I noticed it was significantly quieter than usual, without a particular loudmouth running around in the house.” James chuckles at your response as Sirius huffs indignantly, glaring icily at the screen before an idea comes to mind and he’s suddenly wearing a faint mischievous smirk.

“That’s very funny, kitten.” Sirius responds, slipping a strand of hair behind his ear as he leans back against the leather seat. “You know I’ve been meaning to ask if you enjoyed your three weeks of solitude. But then, I remembered that you were left with nothing to fuck but a few silicone cocks and those tiny fingers of yours. And I can’t imagine that anyone would’ve been able to make the most of that situation. Can’t say I had any trouble like that however.” He finishes, and you know he’s referring to having James to fuck when the need or interest inevitably arose.

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you don’t bother to answer because he’s right, and you hate it. Choosing to silently glower into the camera as he stared back smugly.

“Is that true, sweetheart?” James chimes in, a bit of pity apparent in his tone as he mulls over the mental image of you laying prettily on your back. Attempting and failing to replicate even an eighth of the pleasure and fervor you’d grown accustomed to receiving during sex. “You weren’t able to come as hard as you’d like, baby?” 

If that sentence had come from Sirius, you would have thrown the darkest glare you could’ve physically managed. Would’ve probably flipped him off and ignored anything he’d said for the remainder of the call. But it’d come from sweet James, who you knew felt genuine sympathy at the thought of you experiencing even as minor an inconvenience as that during, and due to, his absence.

“No, I wasn’t able to.” You answer quietly, pointedly not looking in Sirius’ direction.

“We’ll make up for that, honey. I promise.”

This scenario now has a blurb series based on it! Pt. I, Pt. II

[morwap]

𝐈 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐓

mafia!sirius black x maid!fem!reader

smut

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dom!sirius, sub!reader, p in v, blood, maid outfit like Moira O'Hara on AHS, drinking, use of “good girl”, praise, unprotected sex, drug mention not specific, oral f!receiving, fingering, use of the word cunt, sir kink, spanking, caught in the act, nipple sucking, creampie

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you inhaled deeply as you carried the laundry basket up the stairs, your arms straining as it was a long walk from the downstairs laundry room all the way to sirius’ room which was on the second floor.

your heels clicking on the shiny wood flooring, it was of course always shiny since you were the one that mainly cleaned them.

ever since you started working for sirius the two other maids seemed to take advantage over your sweet and people pleasing nature, always asking you to do things they were assigned to do or simply noticed and didnt want to do it themselves but of course would take credit for your work. not only did they do this because you just didnt have it in you to say no to them and tell them to do their own damn work, they did it because they saw sirius’ lingering gazes on your figure that you didnt see.

it wasnt even two weeks before you heard the two women gossiping to each other that they suspected that you were secretly fucking sirius and thats how you got the job and thats why sirius seemed to request for you to do his laundry and was why you were allowed to clean his office. and as soon as the women would see you fake smiles fazed over their faces in an instant and their passive aggressive tone would activate.

at first their little gossiping kept you up at night, laying in bed not being able to sleep and just thinking about what they said. youve caught sirius watching you sometimes when you were cleaning his office so maybe that was why they came to that conclusion or maybe it was when sirius called you to his office when he got back home to take his shirt and clean it immediately since it was one of his favorites and he asked you to undo the buttons for him.

you opened sirius’ bedroom door, walking in and setting the laundry basket on his bed then going to shut the door.

coming back to the laundry basket, new sheets and pillow covers along with another smaller basket on top of the bedding with his some of his white button ups and ties, along with a couple of plain shirts.

taking the smaller basket and carrying it to his walk in wardrobe, flicking on its lights and sighing. it would be nice to have a walk in closet, though your clothes would take up only a rack or two along with four or five drawers.

you sat the basket on the ottoman, taking a look around, breathing in the clean smell before grabbing hangers from a shelf beside the light switch and bringing them to the ottoman.

hanging the shirts and folding the button ups neatly, placing them where you knew he wanted them. once you were done you carried the basket out before flicking the lights off and shutting the closet doors.

now you were onto stripping his bed and putting clean fresh sheets and pillow cases on then his black comforter. fixing his bed nicely then putting a softer fuzzy blanket at the bottom of his bed.

grabbing the baskets and leaving the room, you didnt like being in sirius’ space for too long; it felt nerve wracking and being in his office was worse maybe it was just because you barely knew what sirius did for work but most definitely knew it was bad. having to sign paper after paper saying that you would not tell people about anything youve saw or seen and sirius made it clear bad things would happen if you did; plus you couldnt tell people if you didnt know anything so you tried to keep away from listening in on things or gossiping with the other staff about sirius’ work and work partners.

you only knew three of sirius’ friends and work buddies since they were constantly together, pettigrew, potter and lupin those were the names you were familiar and heard on a regular basis from sirius’ mouth and had seen in person and you sometimes heard of a mckinnon and meadowes but didnt know the relation.

you remembered when sirius introduced you to them, calling you into his office as he sipped on alcohol while chatting with his friends and from then on out they were ones youd see come in and out of sirius’ place.

-

remus leaned his head back onto the back of the leather couch him and peter occupied, laughing at something james muttered out then dragging his cig to his mouth. “i’m telling you- lily was furious with me! wouldnt even let me hug harry til i got out of the shower” james laughed, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair.

“i wouldnt either, prongs youre the absolute worse at getting blood off you.” sirius said with a grin.

“i dont want to hear it! you have maids to do it for you!” james defended and pointed at sirius.

sirius laughed and threw his hands up in defeat. “speaking of maids—james—i have a new one. shes a beauty, so sweet and looks amazing in the uniform” sirius said smirking at james, making james to shake his head in response to the last bit.

“rob will you ask ms y/l/n to come here please” sirius said to the man that stood by sirius’ desk, “yes sir” rob answered and left the room to get you.

you were washing dishes when rob came to you, telling you sirius requested your presence in his office. you were hesitant and almost trembling when you got to his office door. you always got the feeling something bad was happening either getting fired or something worse.

you tried to walk in quietly but your heels clicked against the floor loudly. you picked at your nail polish behind your back. “sir?” you mumbled shyly.

sirius smiled, then looked back at you, “ms.y/l/n come, come. i was just telling my friends about you, so they get used to a new face around here” he said gesturing for you to come closer.

smiling as you got closer, giving the men a little wave when you felt that you were close enough.

-

walking back into the laundry room and putting the baskets on a shelf next to the other baskets. “y/n is that you?” you heard from the kitchen.

you smiled and made your way to the kitchen, the only sort “friend” you had was sirius’ chef; she was sweet and always told the other two maids off. “yes its me” you said with a soft laugh.

she smiled at you then went back to chopping onions, “heard you took maggie’s shift tonight” she said.

you huffed and leaned against the fridge, “jen, you know i cant say no, she cornered me by my car and asked me to” you whined and played with the hem on your skirt.

jen shook her head, “i promise if youd just snapped at them theyd stop running all over you.” jen said, looking at you with soft eyes then going back to cutting.

“i have tomorrow off so its fine, i wouldve just sat in bed all day if i got off at 8” you said trying to make light of the situation. jen waved her hands dismissively. “im sure they’ll talk about how you took her shift so you and sirius could you know” she added teasingly and sent a quick wink your way.

you laughed, jen had heard the two women gossiping and now constantly teased you about it. “i still can’t believe they keep saying that” you giggled out and made your way out of the kitchen.

-

hours passed, your knees ached as they rested on the hard wood floor. you were almost done getting the red from off the floor.

you had stumbled across the mess, broken glass from a vase that sat on a stand beside sirius’ office doors, the rug was moved and bunched up in places and a little pool of blood with little drops across the wood. you didnt ask, honestly didnt want to know what happened, you just knew youd have to clean it.

you got up, the blood was now cleaned up and the floor looked spotless. you put the two buckets to the side then wiped your brow, thinking of what to do next.

vacuum, thats what you needed, heading downstairs to the spot you knew the vacuum would be; except it wasn’t there.

groaning as now youd have to think of where you had put it. drumming your fingers on the washing machine as you tried to remember.

fuck—it was in sirius’ office, of course it was in his fucking office. no one was allowed in his office without him being there. you had left it in there earlier this morning after he asked you to get him a cup of coffee while you were in there cleaning then forgot about the vacuum.

it wouldnt hurt to just grab it right? just quickly grabbing it and leaving. so quick so that he wouldn’t see you, plus you were sure he was out, you hadnt seen him at all after you left his office this morning.

now you stood in front of his door, debating in your mind whether you should go in or just leave it. wiping your hands on your skirt and taking a deep breath.

opening the door and peeking in, it was dark and the only light that was on was a lamp on his desk. looking around the room, and spotting the vacuum by a bookshelf.

walking in, trying not to make noise. making your way to the vacuum. your plan was going perfectly, in and out.

you were almost to the door til the vacuum got stuck, you turned around, “god damn it” you whined quietly. a couple of loose threads from a rug had gotten stuck in its wheel. you tugged again, of course it was fucking stuck.

giving it one more tug, expecting it to not budge but the threads snapped and you stumbled back a bit, hitting his desk, papers that were at the edge of fell to the floor.

this is what you get for coming in here while youre not supposed to, its like everything in this room was out to get you. inhaling deeply before letting go of the vacuum and walking to the papers that were now scattered on the floor.

bending down and picking them up. you tried not read them but you couldnt help yourself, now standing with the papers only reading the page that was on top. furrowing your brows, you didnt understand it, the only thing you could grasp from it was that it was maybe about drugs and someone named evan rosier—whoever the fuck that was.

“snooping through my things are we?”

you froze, tears coming to your eyes, setting the papers on his desk. “no sir” you muttered, your lip quivering.

you could feel his presence behind you, “i-i” you started but was cut off by sirius. “look at me when youre talking to me” he said.

turning slowly, you put your hands behind your back. now making eye contact, sirius didn’t look angry or displeased that he found you in here.

tears filled your eyes, “dont cry darling” sirius whispered as he got closer to you. “take a deep breath,” he instructed and you listened, following him and taking a deep breath.

“there’s nothing to be afraid of darling” sirius added.

“mr. black im s’sorry, i left the vacuum in here— it got stuck and i pulled on it then knocked over your papers” you tried to explain, your words jumbling sometimes. you were becoming aware of how close he was, how handsome he was too.

sirius wasnt going admit he had seen the whole thing on the cameras in a room beside his office. sirius thought you were the cutest thing ever, always giving him a smile and wave if you passed him in the halls or whenever he asked you to do something you did it with a pretty smile on your face. sirius also thought it was cute when you were oblivious to his flirting.

“please dont fire me” you pleaded in a low whisper, sirius’ eyes softened. now this situation would be different if it wasn’t you, if it was someone else they wouldve been fired immediately just for breaking the rules of no one allowed in here if sirius wasn’t present or worse if they were looking through his papers.

“im not gonna fire you, get that thought out of your pretty head.” sirius reassured, his voice was soft and comforting. you took in his appearance as your nerves slowly calmed after hearing that sentence. his button up was untucked and a few buttons were unbuttoned and his pants were black along with his belt. you pressed your thighs together

sirius got closer and you backed up a bit, your ass hitting his desk. you looked up at him, “may i kiss you?” sirius asked, as glanced down at your lips.

you nodded and whispered yes, sirius leaned in, your lips and his lips touched softly.

sirius’ hands moved to rest on his desk, pulling away from the kiss just a bit “can i touch you?” he asked.

“yes sir” you said before his lips landed back onto yours, his hands moving your thighs. feeling the straps that held up your stockings, flicking it against your skin teasingly.

sirius pulled back again, “since you broke a rule, there’s a punishment that comes with. there’s a personal punishment or there’s a punishment we could discuss on monday” sirius said, waiting for you to pick.

“the personal punishment” you answered, looking up at him. you could feel your arousal and hoped the personal punishment would help you take care of it. sirius smirked.

“bend over the desk” sirius ordered, taking a step back from you. a small firework of pleasure popped from his words and your thighs pressing harshly together. you turned around and leaned over the desk; the side of your face pressed against the cold wood.

sirius walked towards you, muttering a soft “good girl” as he got closer. sirius took your hands and put them behind your back, “keep them there” he said sternly and you did.

you felt his hands go from the back of your thighs to your ass, pushing up your skirt as he went. sliding his fingers tips teasing under your panties. “ten spanks, thank you sir after each one. you understand that darling?” sirius asked.

“yes sir”

his hand came down hard on your ass, causing you to jolt and gasp softly. “one, thank you sir” you said trying to take your mind off the sting.

another smack happened and “two, thank you sir” followed.

after fifteen minutes you were on your last one, your ass was sore but sirius would try to sooth the pain by keeping his hand there after the smack.

“ten, thank you sir” you said, sirius massaged your ass as he whispered little praises.

“you did so good for me angel” he whispered as he unclipped your stockings from your garter belt then started to pull down your panties, sirius kissed down your left leg. feeling the drag of the fabric then his soft kisses after the fabric touched the areas was heavenly.

sirius kissed back up your leg after having you step out of your panties and putting the white lacey piece into his pocket. “you’re such a good girl for me” sirius praised, his erection straining in his pants and had been straining in his pants since he “caught” you in his office. he was surprised how you didn’t notice but grateful.

“turn for me” sirius said softly, lifting yourself off the desk and tuning to face him. sirius rested on his knees in front of you.

you leaned back resting on his desk. sirius ran his hands up your thighs then started placing kisses on your right knee, moving to your inner thigh. you opened your legs, your eyes pleading for him to use his mouth on you.

“please” you whined softly, sirius could’ve came at that, could’ve came from just seeing you like this even if he wasn’t the one doing this to you. he’d wanted to do this since you started working for him months ago and now it was finally happening.

sirius pushed up your skirt a bit before flatting his tongue and licking up your cunt. you shivered, humming in delight as your cunt finally got what it needed.

sirius’ tongue circled around your clit before sucking softly. his hands held your thighs apart, you moaned, your moved your hand to hold the edge of his desk but ended up knocking the papers onto the floor.

“fuck—“you whimpered, sirius’ tongue working wonders and you getting closer and closer with each swirl and suck. one of sirius’ hands left your thigh, bringing it to your cunt and now his middle finger teased your entrance.

there was a light knock at door, neither of you cared.

“mr.black a delivery is—“ tay started as she opened the door, the hallway lights coming in from the opened door and lighting up you and sirius. her mouth dropped as you moaned loudly as sirius pumped his fingers in and out of you. you made eye contact with tay. the one that started the gossiping and now the gossip just turned into a fact.

tay left quickly. you already knew the word would get to jen just as quick but you could think and deal with that later.

sirius stopped before you could cum, taking his mouth and fingers from you. you whined a soft “why?”.

“you’ll cum when i tell you to” sirius said as he got up.

leaning in and locking your lips with his, your hands moved to his dress shirt, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and pulling it off him.

sirius started trailing kisses down to your neck, his hands moving to your top. undoing the buttons on it and then moving his kissed to your tits, his left hand massaged your breast through your bra as his mouth bit and sucked on your right one.

lifting your tit out of the cup of bra so he could suck on your nipple.

your hands fiddled with sirius’ belt, finally getting it unbuckled. you palmed him through his dress pants.

sirius left your boobs and made his way back to your mouth. “i need you” you begged in the kiss.

“i know darling” sirius said softly, leaning back and looking at your hands on his clothed cock, he nodded his head giving you a signal to get his cock out.

“go on” sirius whispered, you moved the fabric down and let his cock spring out. you moved your hand on him, spreading his precum around his tip. sirius groaned, his core muscles tightening.

sirius guided you to lay back onto his desk, spreading your legs with his hand gently. he moved one hand to your cunt, rubbing gently on your clit making you quiver. sirius moved his from your cunt to his cock, guiding himself to slide through your folds and over your clit with his cock.

both of you moaned softly, sirius did this a few times before pushing his cock into you. sirius watched his cock spread you open as your back arched.

“you’re so-s’fucking big” you whimpered, his thumb moved to your clit, rubbing in circles.

sirius started to thrust back and forth slowly, building speed as he went. “you feel so good angel” sirius moaned.

your left leg was now over sirius’ shoulder as he thrusted in and out of you, your back was arched and your head was tossed back with your mouth agape letting out moans. sirius was saying sweet praises as he continued to fuck you, and the coil in your tummy tightened and tightened.

sirius was close too, you felt heavenly and your moans sounded heavenly. his thumb moved faster on your clit earning incoherent swears from you.

“please let me cum sir! im s’close” you begged, moving your head down so you could look at him. he looked beautiful.

“cum. be a good girl and fucking cum for me” sirius groaned, going faster. your body moving harshly against his desk.

“thank you sir!”

you shut your eye as the coil snapped, your legs shaking and you tossed your head back again and couldn’t help but let out moan after moan and whine after whine. after a few minutes your hand caught his wrist to take it of your clit, sirius helped you ride your orgasm out and then his own happened.

sirius’ cum painting your walls, your walls clenching around him—milking him of his cum. the sounds of deep breathing filling the room. you both taking your time to grasp what happened.

you whimpered as sirius pulled out of you slowly, watching his cum drip out of you. sirius reached to his drawers in his desk and pulled out some tissues to clean you up with.

sirius cleaned up what he could. you sat up, sirius kissed you softly then pulled your skirt down to cover you. “let’s get you a shower and some comfortable clothes, okay princess?” he said, hoping you had no intention to go home to your apartment.

you nodded and hummed a quick “mhm”, sirius fixed himself into pants then went to help you button up some of the buttons on your shirt so no one would see your bra, then helping you fix your skirt. you left the stockings alone not bothering to mess with the garter belt. sirius picked up your shoes and his shirt and walked you out of his office to his bedroom.

[bettercallwillow]

pairing: poly!mafia!marauders x reader

summary: remus is owed a debt, and when they don't pay, he decides to take their daughter instead. very much inspired by behave by @saintlike78 go check them out!!

warnings: dubcon (the series in general), foursome, mafia!au, daddy kink, dom!remus, dom!sirius, dom!james, oral (f + m recieving), fingering, spitroasting, penetration, rough sex, degrading (whore, slut, etc.), petnames (bunny, dove, etc,)

word count: 1.4k

part one, part two

"Hey, bunny," Remus smiled at you when you wandered into his office. He didn't mind you being in his office, only really restricting access when he had a meeting.

"Hi, daddy," you chirped back. You looked around the room, only just noticing James and Sirius sat in the two armchairs in front of Remus' desk, "Hiya," you flashed them both a toothy grin.

"Come here," Remus spoke, patting his knee. You didn't need to be told twice, pattering over to him and climbing onto his lap. You made yourself comfortable, shuffling your hips slightly.

Remus tensed under you, a small smirk creeping it's way onto his lips. "Naughty girl," he muttered when he leant over to ash his cigarette, "You do this on purpose, don't you?"

You didn't answer him, only letting out a small giggle and turning your head to rest on his chest. "You know," he whispered to you, "I'm starting to think you like it when people are watching,"

You flushed red, hands coming to play with the buttons on Remus' dress shirt, "Maybe I do," you confessed, biting your lip and batting your eyes at him. He tutted, leaning down to place a small kiss on your forehead.

"Well, it's your lucky day, bunny," he spoke normal now, "Me, Pads and Prongs have had a little chat and we all agree how fucking amazing it would be to pass you around like a common whore,"

A small gasp left your lips and you squoze your thighs together, a dull throbbing sensation beginning in your core. Sirius chuckled, "Look at her thighs press together, fuck, you can tell she really fucking wants it,"

"What do you say, dove?" James asked you, knocking back the whiskey he was nursing. You nodded, your cheeks burning as slick built up in your lacy underwear.

Remus took your chin in his hand, tilting your head so you were looking at him, "Need words, bunny, you know this,"

"Y-yes,"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, daddy," you whined, moving your hips in small circles, "Want you all to fuck me,"

Sirius let out a groan, moving his hand down to palm at his growing erection, "She's such a little slut, isn't she?" he smirked at Remus, who chuckled in response.

"She sure is," the man replied before grabbing your hips, lifting you off his lap and putting you down on the desk in front of him. You quietly moaned at the way he manhandled you and spread your legs, the action almost like a reflex at this point.

James stood up from his chair, circling the desk before coming to a halt when he was stood next to Remus. The lycanthrope gave him a slight nod and James grinned, kneeling down so he was eye-level with your clothed cunt.

"Gods, she's soaked," he groaned, his hands working on flipping up your skirt so he had a better view, "Definitely ruined those expensive panties you bought her,"

"Please," you breathed, lifting your hips so James could pull down your underwear, "Want you so bad, Prongs,"

"That's no way to ask somebody something, is it bunny?" Remus tutted, putting his hand on the back of your neck before pushing forward slightly, "You gonna ask Prongs properly?"

"Please, Prongs- please eat me out," you whimpered, embrassment clouding you from speaking so vulgar. Remus shot you a wink before planting a kiss below your ear, "Good girl,"

Slowly, James leant forward, burying his head between your thighs before licking a line up your slit. You bucked your hips up at the sensation, making Sirius chuckle.

"Desperate, aren't you?" he smirked, getting up from his own seat to stand behind you. You hummed, leaning your head back to rest on Sirius' chest as James started to lick circles on your clit.

"Gods," you moaned, shifting your head so Remus had better access to your neck. He kissed it sloppily, pausing every now and then to suck dark marks onto your skin.

A gasp left your mouth when James circled two fingers at your enterance, dipping in the tips to tease you. Suddenly, he pushed them in to the knuckle, pulling a whorish moan from your throat.

He kept a steady rhythm, his tongue feasting on your clit greedily whilst his fingers curled inside you, hitting that sweet spot every time. "Gods, Moony, got yourself a good one here," he groaned into your cunt.

"M'close," you panted, pushing your hips back in rhythm with James' movements. The man chuckled, speeding up his pace to one that had you almost screaming in pleasure.

"Go on, pup," Sirius leant over to whisper in your ear, "Cum all over Prongs' face like the dirty slut you are,"

Remus pulled off your sweater, leaving you in just your bra and a skirt, giving him access to leave hickeys on your collarbone and shoulder, "Look at her," Sirius spoke, his hands working on unhooking your bra, "Practically grinding on Prongs' face,"

With one last curl of James' finger, you cried out, dopemein washing over you as you came. "Good girl," Remus cooed, moving his lips down to kiss and lick at your now exposed nipples.

James lapped up your juices, humming into your core before pulling his face and hands away, "Gods, dove, you taste so fucking good,"

"T-thank you, Prongs," you breathed, your voice shaky from your recent orgasm. Before you even had time to come back around, James stood, flipping you around so you were now bent over Remus' desk.

"I wanna be the one fucking her," Remus spoke, taking James' place behind you before unbuckling his belt. "You gonna suck me off nice and good whilst Moons wrecks your silly cunt?" Sirius asked you, his slacks already pushed down to his mid-thigh and his cock hard against his dress shirt.

You nodded, wiggling your hips and opening your mouth ready for Sirius. At the same time, the pair pushed into you, Sirius' length hitting the back of your throat as Remus' hit your cervix. You moaned around the animagus, making him groan and wrap his hand in your hair, "Fuck, pup,"

It wasn't long before Remus set a punishing pace, pushing you forward onto Sirius' cock in rhythm with his thrusts, "Still so fucking tight," Remus grunted, his hands kneading at your hips, "No matter how many times I fucking stretch you out,"

You closed your eyes, letting the tears that whelled up in your waterline fall down your cheeks. "So pretty when you cry," James muttered, fisting at his own cock. You hummed at the compliment, the vibrations making Sirius buck his hips up into your mouth.

You swallowed around his cock and he took control, his hand wrapped in your hair holding your head steady while he thrusted into your mouth roughly, "Moons, this mouth is fucking heavenly," he moaned, leaning his head back slightly.

"You gotta try this cunt next," Remus smirked, moving his hand to circle at your throbbing clit, relieving some of the pressure that was building up.

"M'gonna cum," Sirius spoke, his voice slightly strained, "Paint that slutty little throat white, make sure you taste me for fucking weeks,"

Swallowing around him again, you desperately waited for him to release, wanting nothing more than to taste his load. His cock twitched inside your throat and he came, salty liquid filling your mouth and running down your throat.

After he pulled out, you swallowed, sticking out your tongue to show him. "Fucking slut," he groaned, bending down to kiss you. You kissed back immediately, humming in content when he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

"I'm gonna cum again," you panted when you pulled away from the kiss, your nails scraping the wood below you. Remus increased his attack on your clit, giving you just enough to push you over the edge, "G'won, bunny, cum all over m'cock so you know who you belong to,"

"Daddy," you whined as you came, your vision flashing white as your high washed over you. After a few more sloppy thrusts, Remus pushed into you up to the hilt, a loud groan falling from his lips as he shot his load inside you.

Pating, he pulled out, a smirk on his lips when he saw the white liquid dripping out of you and onto the floor. "Would 'ya look at that," he grinned, looking up at James and Sirius, "Who's next?"

[hauntedwitch04]

Big bad wolf

Serie: Beauty and the Beast

Mafia!Remus Lupin x reader

Words: about 1.5k words 

Warning: none, just a hot Remus and a confused reader (who wouldn’t be?) 

Author’s note: Hi everyone! Sorry it took that long, but I lost part of the work and I had to rewrite it again :(, but I think it came out even better than before. Hope you like it, sorry for any grammar error. Have a lovely day! 

P.s. if you didn't notice from my profile, I like Starry Night of Van Gogh a little bit too much (chapter spoiler without contest)

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"Where are you taking me?" I ask him once we get to his apartment, but he continues on his way without looking back. His hand is tight around mine, but it doesn't hurt. His grip is gentle. I feel the scars on my skin, contrasting with his gentle touch. We arrive in front of the door to his studio, where I had never been. He opens the door and before me is a view of an almost aseptic studio, precise and clean. 

On the walls appear a couple of maps of the city with some signs and some papers attached. The desk stands out in the middle of the room, in front of it a couple of armchairs ready to welcome his friends, and enemies. Behind them is a sofa that sits in front of a fire. Next to it, on the right, a beautiful window that looked out over the city. Behind the desk there's a huge bookcase, full of books that clashed somewhat with the seriousness of the rest of the office. 

He walks  over to a section of books, moves one of them, and like a movie, a door from the bookcase opens. He waves me in, so I follow his advice and enter that mysterious opening to find a new wonder. 

The most beautiful library I have ever seen presents itself before me. That huge bookshelf entirely covers the circular walls of this room, leaving only a few spaces for windows, from where a light enters that makes that place even more magical. 

The shelves are filled with every book of different shapes and sizes. A long steel pipe runsincima to the bookcase, where a beautiful brass staircase runs. In front of the door, on the opposite side a staircase went up, leading to the second floor of that identical bookcase below. 

In the center of the room a small sofa and two armchairs are situated around a small table. What strikes me is that these are light blue, so different from the furniture in the rest of the apartment, which is black. 

Scattered around the room I see cushions on which one can sit, and I notice only later a record player, covered by some cloths that hid it, with a substantial stack of records beside it. 

This ethereal place reminds me of my image of heaven. I walk true the center of the room and look up at the ceiling, and begin to spin around as I look at a beautiful reproduction of Van Gogh's work, The Starry Night. (Sorry it is one of my favorite paintings, I had to put it up ;) ) 

I turn my gaze back to the man I left at the door. I see him smile at me, and finally his eyes do too. Before when he smiled, it almost looked like he was faking it, but right now I can see that his happiness is real and I can't help but be happy too. 

He reaches up with his hands in his pockets, his shirt is slightly unbuttoned and lets a little of his muscular chest show. At that sight I feel something arise in my stomach and I can't help but bite my lip and look up again, before he sees the obvious blush on my cheeks caused by those impure thoughts my mind can't help but think when it sees his body. 

"Do you like it?" He asks in a soft tone as he positions himself next to me. I feel the warmth of his body and can't help but move closer to him, as if drawn by a strange force. It's only been a few days since I met him and I can't help but be attracted to him, which leads me to wonder what happened to the girl who not less than two days ago hated him. I shake my head, and return to reality, and see his eyes on me, waiting for an answer. 

"Do I like her? I love her. This is exactly how I imagine heaven." I say with a sigh. 

"I'm glad about it. My mother also thought this was heaven, or at least she always dreamed of this place and imagined it as heaven. I made this bookstore in her honor. It's the place where I'm really myself, and I can let go, and no longer be the big bad wolf they paint me to be, but Remus." He continues, in a whisper, as if he didn't want to break the magic that had been created. 

"I love that painting, maybe it's my favorite ever." I whisper, continuing to look at the ceiling. He continues to stare at me, but I see him smile at my words. His right hand comes out of his pocket and falls down next to mine. Our pinkies brush against each other. 

"My mother loved that painting, even though I never fully understood its meaning." He confesses, in an almost curious tone. 

"The starry night is the most romantic image there is in my opinion, and the author depicts it with a touch of magic that makes it even more unique. Those stars so swirling that they seem to move almost seem to grab you and take you away on a journey, for a beautiful dream. Then not everyone knows how to appreciate the night, many don't linger to listen to it, to look at it in its entirety, but here all the nuances, sounds and emotions seem to come alive, and it's just...fantastic." I explain, not realizing that our hands clasped one another as I frantically explained. I turn to look at our intertwined hands, then look up and stare into his eyes. 

"Sorry, I talked too much." I mutter, lowering my gaze again. 

He places his other hand under my chin and lifts my face. 

"Don't apologize. It's a pleasure to hear you talk, believe me." He says seriously. I see his gaze move from my eyes to my lips. I feel my face move closer to his, until we breathe the same air. 

But something stops me, as if this is not the right time. I pull back sharply and see a veil of sadness in his eyes. Our hands break away and I start looking around again awkwardly, trying to find something to say to break the silence. 

"Have you read all these books?" I ask curiously. 

He smiles and shakes his head. 

"Not all of them, but most of them." He answers, then falls silent again. A few minutes pass before he says another word. "I know you don't like being locked up in the house, but I have no other choice as of today to keep you safe, and that's sorry. The least seemed to me to give you something to do. You can come here anytime you want and read anything you want, just don't go in that door." He says in a serious tone pointing to a door I had not seen, behind the stairs leading to the second floor. "That's my only rule, otherwise make yourself at home. I'll finally have someone I can talk books with instead of those two morons." 

"Hey, you little shit when we hear you." James and Sirius say simultaneously as they enter the door. 

"What are you two doing here now?" Remus asks in a mixture of tired and angry.

"The others have arrived, we need to have a serious talk now." The two of them say. He sighs and lets his shoulders go, stressed and exhausted from all that work, but nods. 

"I'll walk you to your room first, I'll be right there." They nod, and so we leave. 

The short journey from the bookstore to my room we spend in silence. 

When we reach the door he stops. 

"Well we've reached the end of the line. Good night Y/N." He whispers as he turns around, but I block him by grabbing his wrist. 

"People are wrong when they say that you are the big bad wolf, that you are the monster; you are the sweetest person, the most loyal friend and the most loving son I know. Don't let their judgment condition you." I tell him, looking him straight in the eye. "Good night Remus." I continue, as I leave a light kiss on his cheek as a greeting. I see him freeze for a moment as I close the door behind me. 

As soon as it is closed I lean against it and take a deep breath still not believing what I have done. 

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[fuckmymunson]

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 [𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐒.𝐎.𝐁]

A/n: Small drabble cuz I'm sleepy but wanted to pin this for later<3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Sirius was much more than a simple 'gangster'. He owned many, many things, he was creepily rich, he was intimidating, and besides that and so much more; He was fucking handsome. He was a true Adonis.

He knew who he worked with and why. He knew how useful any certain friendship with others like him was for him and his self-built empire. A certain friendship, one who was side by side with him since the very first day, sadly had to leave the business for good. A chronic illness and an old body didn't go along well. Sirius knew his acquaintance had a child, although the topic always intrigued him.

He never knew who this child was.

This associate was very, very careful with sharing any personal information, to the point that Sirius even wondered if that was his real name. So when his partner announced that he was ready to retire and live the remaining years of his life with his loved ones, Sirius expected his firstborn to be the one who step in and take charge of what seemed a familiar business now. A business that circulated around drugs, guns, illegal and prohibited cargo, and so, so much more. With this in mind, Sirius expected (probably without even giving it a second thought), that it was a man. A grown man, probably one or two years younger than him. A grown man that was in fully understanding of his surroundings, of the role he was about to play, and who was he working with.

The moment he opened the doors of the old meeting room, which was being hosted at his former partner's mansion, he stumbled across a young lady, standing up in front the fireplace. The flames danced on top of the old oak wood, bathing her figure with bright reds, yellows and oranges. She was gorgeous. Wearing a deep, red wine dress with a deep slit in the center of her chest, exposing enough to tease but not enough to satisfy. Sirius drank her figure without any hint of shame. A part of him, the one who (wrongfully) liked to assume things, thought you were just the new secretary. It made total sense. If an old one was making place for a new one, it was expected that everything else was also new. Just to make things even.

The moment you turned around, facing him. Sirius Orion Black was one hundred percent sure, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. And believe me, he had seen a lot before...

"You must be Mr. Black." Your voice was like a melody, the way his last name rolled off your lips made him wonder how pretty his last name will sound on a pleased cry.

"A pleasure, darling." He nodded and walked closer, to reach his usual seat and also to get a better look to you.

"Please take a seat, the meeting will start once everyone else arrives." You smiled, and that damn smile made the whole room a thousand shades brighter.

"I'll wait here, doll." Sirius said while throwing a playful wink at you. "Although, if your boss wants to keep me waiting a bit more, I wouldn't mind with you here."

"My boss?" You asked with a small frown. "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Black."

In that very moment, Sirius's former partner walked into the room, being helped with his cane. For a man his age and with the life he had been through, he still had his head up as proud as the day Sirius met him.

"Oh my boy! Sirius." Your Father greeted him with a handshake. Placing a hand around your shoulders at the same time. "I see you already had the pleasure to met my beautiful daughter!"

His daughter.

Needless to say, Sirius was dumbfounded. A daughter. A daughter his partner never talked about. Never mentioned before. A daughter he thought and assumed was a son.

"I know it's quite shocking, a beautiful and young woman like my lovebug, getting involved in such an awful and bad business." Shaking his head, your Father smiled proudly. "But she has prepared herself for this for years. And believe me when I tell you she's the smartest one around here!" He laughed loudly. "She's more than just a gorgeous lady, Sirius. Remember the catwalk operation we did six months ago?"

"How could I forget it." Sirius smirked at the memory. "Our profit was three times more than the average. And we didn't ran into any problems with cops, customs, or noisy people. I could argue with anyone that, by far, catwalk was our most successful operation."

"Well, guess who was the one who designed it." Your Father laughed again, his words making you blush. "My daughter has been helping me all this years undercover. Our work is not a safe one, and I'm truly sorry for keeping her locked in so many years, but she is my precious little flower. I needed to protect her one way or another."

Sirius locked eyes with you once again. This time in a whole different way. Drinking your image once more, now it felt even better. He felt ashamed of his early actions, it had been completely unacceptable from his part to just assume you were the secretary. But even though your Father talked wonders about you... He still had his concerns. Could a woman so young and well, inexperienced like you step in this world? A world ruled by wealthy and dangerous men.

"Mr. Black." As if you were reading his mind, you spoke, gaining his attention. "I know this change will be though, I don't expect everyone to welcome me with open arms. But I can assure you one thing." Your eyes were penetrating, analyzing him, testing him. For any words, any actions, any false movement. "I will not give up. That's not in my blood. I will make sure to bring this last name and this work to even higher steps." You took a step forward, your hand in the middle of your bodies, reaching for him. "And if you please, we will do it together, just like my Father and you had been doing for this years."

Sirius grabbed your hand unhesitatingly. Shaking it, sealing the deal. Partnering with you.

"I know you won't disappoint me, doll."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 

[gabihime-jegulusseeker]

jegulus incorrect quote pt i would like to know

Dumbledore: Did you take out The youngest black as I requested?

James: Regulus has been taken out, yes

Dumnblehore: You have my grat-

James: It was a great restaurant

James: We had a romantic candlelit dinner

James: Regulus proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers

[kquil]

REMUS LUPIN | 13:53 — ONE NEGRONI

SUM : to help pay the bills and your tuition fee, you get a new job at an elite club where the tips are incredibly generous. you’ve met a majority of the clientele already but they don’t match the stranger who ordered a simple negroni

TAGS. : mafia au ; modern au ; muggle au ; mobster remus ; mafia boss remus ; bartender reader ; reader is a hard working sweetheart that must be protected! ; catching remus’ eye ; remus lowkey wishes he can be the one to do the protecting ; and maybe more ; for now, he’s a low key stalker ; but sexy… ; stalking is bad, don’t do it! ; this is just fiction! ; but hey! remus owns an elite club! wooooo! ; i don’t know how to feel about my interpretation of the marauders as mafia men/mobsters ; it’s growing on me… ; also, im casting peter pettigrew as Dane DeHan in this!

LENGTH : 1.5k

It wasn’t as if you were new to the job; you had previously worked some years as a bar tender for a pretty well-established club, it paid well and managed to help pay for your rent and utility bills for most of your higher education years. However, all the built up stress and sleepless nights finally caught up to you. And you found yourself repeating a year, meaning that you needed to pay for your own tuition this year atop all the other monthly bills and necessities you keep up with. Perhaps it was the universe telling you that you needed to stop and change the direction of your life — you needed to choose an easier path, a doable path. But you were stubborn and also quite the optimist. So you kept at it, determined to finish what you started and earn your degree. 

Yes, it was a let down but you were still breathing. Life just gets hard sometimes. 

Thankfully, your past experience and phenomenal recommendation letter from your previous manager earned you another bar tending job at a very elite club, where tips were more than generous, considering the clientele composed primarily of the privileged class, some with multiple businesses under their belts, some who were phenomenal investors and some living off their parents’ money. You didn’t care to look too much into it, you were there to work and you were going to work hard and honestly. 

The patrons surprisingly had very similar tastes and so, you fond yourself making the same types of drinks repeatedly. It made the job a lot easier and you were able to focus more on your delivery and interaction with customers, leading to more tips. Times were rough after having to accept defeat with your studies and repeating a year with your own funding but things were looking up. If you keep at it, you’ll make it out alive. 

Your only complaint was the dress code. Make up was advised with a bold red lip but must be kept simple. You felt like a showgirl of some kind, squeezed into a high collar, white dress that came down to your mid thigh and with a low-cut, open back. The sleeves aren’t as long as you would like but, at least, you were permitted to use black kitten heel court shoe pumps as opposed to stilettos — your only saving grace, along with the higher salary and generous tips. 

“Looks like we have a newbie working the bar,” Sirius points out, drawing all attention to your lively figure as you served drinks with a sweet smile and airy voice. A hum of curiosity vibrates through Remus’ chest and up to his lips at the sight of you, “certainly easy on the eyes, huh?” the tattooed, right-hand comments again as he looks towards the head of the table where Remus holds up his glass of Negroni. 

“Very… innocent— a sweet, pretty, little thing,” James comments on Remus’ other side, which Peter grunts at in agreement as he takes a sip of his whiskey-sour. 

“Looks like she doesn’t belong,” Peter nods before smirking and letting out a light laugh. The domino effect had James and Sirius laughing too as Remus smirks behind his glass before proceeding to down the rest of his drink. 

“Exactly your type, eh? Moony?” 

Sirius’ teasing comment is ignored. Instead, Remus calls for there server and orders another drink with an additional request that only confirms his smirking friend’s disregarded statement, “Have the new bartender personally deliver my drink for me as well,”

There was no higher authority that could dismiss the club owner’s personal request. 

It was a strange request but you steeled your nerves and asked your fellow bartender to minister your unattended station while you made quick work on the order. It wasn’t unusual to receive requests like this from an isolated table that had privacy curtains for convenience. However, it was usually for drinks that you could make a show out of like a Holy Water cocktail, a Phoenix cocktail and even a Dragon’s Blood cocktail — a performance that you liked partaking in for the flammable aspect. But this was a Negroni. A cocktail of equal parts gin, saccharine vermouth and bitter Italian Campari. It’s a very egalitarian drink that was enjoyed by everyone, men and women alike, simple but elegant and definitely didn’t require a performance. Despite the odd summons, you were eager to fulfil your curiosity for who the client may be. 

With a professional smile, you place refined mix in the middle of your circular tray with it’s classic orange garnish and set off to the table. The standby server, who made the order, saw your approach and quickly announced your arrival through the small front opening, momentarily disappearing into the shadow of the curtains. He reappears a moment later and pulls the heavy drapes fully apart, to reveal the guests from beneath the, once, opaque shadows. 

To say that you were stunned was an understatement. 

It was pure luck that you didn’t stutter in your stride and spill the cocktail prematurely. At the table was seated four men, all dressed in suits and ties that were in various states of disorder. Among their collection of suits, you could spot Armani and Tom Ford, however, you were sure that their unconventional styles were not the way those suits were intended to be worn. 

One man with long, midnight-black hair and paper-pale skin had an array of mismatching tattoos littering both arms, revealed to you by his lack of a suit jacket and rolled-up sleeves. Another wore cute circular glasses and a cheeky grin with a suit jacket but no button up shirt and his chiseled upper body on full display. The last was a dirty blonde with piercing eyes and a deceivingly boyish smile. He had his ankle propped up on his opposite knee and several buttons undone where a tie should have been fastened over, his sleeves also rolled up as his suit jacket lay beside him.

It was the man at the head of the table, however, who stole your attention. If you had to guess who ordered such a simple but elegant drink, it would have to be him. He had his suit jacket draped over his broad shoulders and also had several of his top buttons undone, revealing some faded scars marked across his toned chest. His neat brunette hair and kind brown eyes gave him a deceivingly gentle appearance but his close company revealed a duplicity that caught and tensed your nerves.

You ignored the creeping goosebumps that prickled your skin, down from your toes all the way up to your ears. 

Just do your job…

“Gentlemen,” you addressed kindly with a slight tilt of your head, which they acknowledged with their own hums of acknowledgement, their eyes lighting up in subtle surprise at your actions, “I have an order for a Negroni,” you raise your tray with the drink and scan the four for some indication as to who the order belonged to. 

“That would be for me,” just as you suspected, it was the brunette with the kindest eyes but also the most ominous air. His voice is a deep and smooth lullaby, patient with it’s seduction on your senses. It was a trap that you resisted but are so hopelessly tempted to fall into, “Thank you, sweetheart,” he meets your eyes as you lower the drink into his large, outstretched hand. You notice how his knuckles and fingers are littered with scars also, some fresh, some faded with time and some hidden behind luxurious rings. Nevertheless…

He’s beautiful 

She’s precious 

“Not a problem,” you reassure with a soft voice, “have a good evening,” with your circular tray pressed against your side, you offer him an innocent smile and dismiss the butterflies in your stomach urging you to linger, “gentlemen,” you acknowledge the remaining three once more before offering another sweet smile. Turning on your heel, you leave the group and ignore the stares drilling holes into the back of your head.

She doesn’t know… 

Once you were out of earshot, Remus turns to his closest friends and most trusted colleagues. They all share a look, one that conveys a unanimous thought. It isn’t long before their agreement manifests into knowing smiles and a ring of laughter shared between them.

“Don’t get greedy now, Moony,” Peter chimes in as Sirius throws his head back with a barking laugh. 

“That’s not gonna stop him Wormtail, you know that; she’s a rare one,”  

“So what’s the plan, bossman?” James asks with a raised brow as he brings his drink up to his lips.

Remus doesn’t answer right away, he simply requests that the curtain remain open so he can fix his fond gaze on you for the remainder of the evening. The group already knew what to do and sat at the edge of their seats, awaiting orders eagerly despite their slack shoulders and composed expressions. Only they were able to observe the shift in the air between them; it became charged as soon as you entered their circle and slowly started accelerating, parallel to the climbing affection in Remus’ eyes as he watches you smile at customers while making their drinks. 

He takes a singular sip of his Negroni, bitterly sweet with a citrus edge. 

Heaven in a glass. And made by an angel. 

“I want a background check and profile put together immediately,” Remus finally orders, “I want to know everything there is to know about her,”

A/N : i downloaded some fics and read some over the holidays and there some mafia/mobster aus and i couldn’t help but picture remus as a mob boss, i’m sure im not the only one to ever imagine this but goddamn! why is it so easy to imagine sweet, gentle, responsible remus like that?!

NAVI.

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[ellecdc]

The Drink Snob

mafia!Remus Lupin x fem!reader | 3200 words

p1 // p2 // p3 // p4

CW: mentions of spiked drink (no one drinks it), reference to past spiked drinks, complaining about misogyny, bad reputation of American tourists in the UK (I'm sorry!)

The short of it was: it had been a long day.

The long of it though, by God, was that you really, really needed a drink.

You got to your favourite pub which was only a brisk 7-minute walk from the university; a tiny, hole-in-the-wall Irish pub which probably had several thousand identical pubs lined across the UK but that didn’t matter, dammit, because this one was special – this one was yours. You chuckled at the irony that you had moved half-way across the world to England only to sit yourself in an Irish chain pub that you’d likely be able to find back home a mere 6000 kilometers away.

You relished the feel of the warm air hitting your rosy cheeks after marching your ass down to the pub in the biting wind in naught but a long coat and a scarf. The warm air stung but in all the best ways as you shucked off your outer-layers and plopped down on a stool by the bar, unawares of anyone else within your vicinity other than the bartender promised to serve you your drinks.

“Alright there, Lass? What can I get for ye?” The fellow asked and you could have kissed him right then and there.

“Can I have a negroni and your tallest pint please.” You asked, hoping the desperation in your voice wasn’t noticeable – the fact that the bartender didn’t comment on the odd combination of drinks let you know that is was noticeable. No matter – you were desperate, what did you care?

Turns out you should have cared more.

“I’m sorry but I must tell you, that is an awful combination of drinks.” A lilting voice came from your left side. You groaned audibly and held your hands up to your temples like blinders to avoid even looking at the voice who dared to speak to you after such a day.

“S’pose its good nobody asked you then.” You muttered darkly. You didn’t make a habit of speaking to people this way often – people already spent enough of your time in the UK mistaking you for an American on account of your accent anyway, you needn’t add fuel to the fire by adding to an already bad reputation.

“Please tell me that you’re ordering for a friend. You’ve surely just ordered for someone who’s meeting you here?”

You knew better – you really did. You don’t let strange men in bars know that you’re alone; make them believe someone could show up to save you at any minute. But dammit, you’ve been fending off jackasses all day – what’s one more?

“Apparently, I live to disappoint men, sir, so no – both drinks are for me. Is that quite alright with you? I didn’t realize I had to pass this decision by the board.” You spat, finally turning your what you were sure was a burning gaze to this mystery guy on a stool to your left.

You hesitated in your ire for a moment: the man was quite a bit larger than you had pictured in your mind – not large in a particularly broad way but the man seemed to be excruciatingly tall; he sat basically spilling off his stool, while still managing to look elegant in doing so. He was dressed sharply but not in a way that made him stand out – respectable but forgettable, he blended into this bar well. Or he would if he hadn’t been so fucking handsome.

He had warm, honey-coloured curls that seemed to artfully fall in front of his face, and eyes to match. You’d never seen amber coloured eyes before, but you couldn’t seem to pull your gaze away from them. You did – by god you did – because the rest of the man was too enticing not too. He had a chunk missing out of his left eyebrow which was arched mischievously at what you assumed was your attitude with him, and his crooked smirk matched. He had a few scars littering his face – most were small, but there was one large one that crossed the bridge of his nose, and another nick on the right of his upper lip that may have continued onto his lower, but you didn’t want to get caught staring at his mouth. And of course, of-fucking-course he’d have a dimple. Why wouldn’t he? Could this day get any worse.

“What was the thought process, then?” He asked, his smirk growing deeper.

“What?” You guffawed. He couldn’t seriously be doing this; people didn’t do this, right?

He gestured between the two drinks sat in front of you with his own – a rum and coke if you guessed correctly. “Why those drinks, specifically? They don’t exactly pair well together.”  

You stared dumbly at this hot, audacious man. You hoped he’d decide you weren't worth the breath and move along. He only stared back at you.

“There wasn’t any.”

“Hm?” He queried.

“There wasn’t any. Thought process, I mean.” You muttered, taking a sip of the negroni. “I like both drinks – usually separately, but I’ve been dreaming about getting my ass down here since practically 9:30 this morning and I couldn’t choose which I wanted first and I knew that I planned on getting at least a little bit tipsy in order to pretend I didn’t have a completely mind-fucking day so I thought ‘fuck it, I’ll order both’ and I thought since it was no one’s business but my own what I put into my body that I could get away with it but clearly, I was wrong.” You felt winded after your mini rant as you looked back at the man. He seemed genuinely entertained at your story, though his eyes grew a bit softer.

“Thinking of drinking at 9:30 am, hm?” He pondered out loud. “You know, that’s usually the sign of a problem; one might call it alcoholism.”

You barked a laugh. “Yeah, you call it alcoholism, I call it Gilderoy Lockhart.”

“Ah, so boy-problems then, is it?” He asked in a laugh.

You shot him a warning look. “It is not like that.”

“I didn’t mean to offend.” He offered with his hands in the air in mock surrender. “Tell me what it’s like then.”

You sighed dramatically. “It’s really not that big of a deal, I’m just mad about stuff at school.”

“Ah, you’re a student, then?”

“PhD candidate, but technically, yes.” You offered, downing the rest of the negroni.

“Very neat. What’s your focus?” He asked again as you began sipping on your pint, trying not to grimace at the change in drink. You're sure you failed.

“Music.”

“Hm, I didn’t know one could get a PhD in music.” He queried.

“Music theory, but yeah.” You offered, moving your drink back and forth between your hands.

“And that brought you here? To England? Why not stay in Canada – if that’s where you’re from, pardon my assumption.” He quickly apologized.

You smirked at his correct assumption – thankful that you didn’t come off ‘too American’ today.

“She goes wherever the wind takes her.”

Your statement was met with silence, so you turned to see the man had frozen in his movements and stared at you incredulously.

“Are-are you quoting Disney movies to me?”

“So, you did get the reference.”

“I did, I just fail to see how Pocahontas relates to a PhD program in England on music theory.” He mutters, looking up at you from the rim of his drink.

“I finished my Masters, then the wind changed.” You offered with a shrug, “It brought me here.”

He seemed to study you for a few moments before coming to the conclusion that you weren't going to elaborate further. “And what does this Gabriel fellow have to do with the winds of musical theory?”

You snorted indelicately. “Nothing. He just, I don’t know, it sounds stupid now that I try to say it out loud.”

“None of that, now.” The man said gently with the same smirk on his face, “a smart girl like you doesn’t strike me as the type to overreact to male foolishness.”

He seemed honestly interested in your answer, at least, the most interested anyone has ever seemed in your ramblings about your toe headed fellow PhD’er. You tried facetime’ing your friends from home about him many-a-times before, and they listen but they don't get it. And your schedules don’t align and with the time-difference one of you is always either just waking up or going to bed. But this random, handsome guy in your bar making fun of your drinks has done nothing but listen so far and you really wanted to get it off your chest.

So, you did.

You told him how your morning started terribly as you ripped a hole in your stockings and only noticed once you got to campus and you usually don’t dress this formally to campus, but you were guest lecturing for Minerva and you know professors didn’t technically have a dress code, but she always looked well put together so, dammit, so were you. You explained that your mother always was the superstitious type and had you carry an emergency pair on you at all times, so you were thankfully able to change, but only after you spilled coffee on your blazer and had to shrug that off for the day and the lecture halls are ridiculously cold always; you know these stone buildings were built before electricity but surely with the great minds this school has churned out, they could find a way to keep the warm air in and cold drafts out?

And if all that hadn’t been bad enough, the other PhD candidate working under McGonagall is this absolute bell-end that you're almost positive has plagiarized half of his written work because everything he spews is absolute nonsense. He’s rude, and condescending, and spoke over you throughout all of your lectures to wax poetic about different Opera’s he’s performed in across the world - that you swear to God you will fact-check one of these days - that had absolutely nothing to do with the course content. And then, and then, he had the audacity to suggest you were only here because the school was required to accept a minimum number of foreign students and since you were, quote, just a woman, you also checked off their minority requirements too.

“People don’t get accepted here because of their nationality or their gender or their status as a minority. They’re supposed to get here because they’re good.” You muttered, finishing your pint you hadn’t realized you had guzzled during your rant

“And how’d Gavin get in, then?” He asked. You choked on the last of your beer.

“Fucked if I know.” You sighed.

A few more pints were placed in front of you as you continued to rant about the ins and outs of being a scholar in the world of music [for Christ’s sake, what was I thinking? I’ll never work a day in my life.] The man interrupting only to say that switching back to liquor would be a choice you would regret in the morning, and who were you to argue?

And he listened. He scoffed at some parts when you quoted Gilderoy suggesting something ridiculously altruistic that he’d done for the less fortunate while being nothing but condescending, he sprinkled in a few you’re kidding me’s, and even asked you to repeat something he couldn’t fathom the first time.

“See? I knew it. A smart girl like you wouldn’t overreact like that. Sounds like you’re perfectly justified in your ire.” He said.

You hummed as you finished your last pint. You felt thoroughly warm and heavy which was your intention of coming to the pub in the first place. You looked over to notice that the man – whose name you still hadn’t got – was still holding the same drink he had when you first arrived.

“Who are you here waiting for, then?” You asked him.

He looked confused for a moment. “How do you know I wasn’t just in desperate need of a drink myself?”

You nodded toward his still half-full cup in his hand. “Because you really haven’t been drinking.”

He narrowed his eyes and smirked at you. “Observant, aren’t you? Clever girl.” You rolled your eyes at the compliment.

“I was supposed to meet a business associate, actually.” He offered as he looked behind you towards the bar door. You turned to take in the rest of the bar yourself; it didn’t seem like the sort of place one would meet a business associate. The bar was dimly lit and somewhat claustrophobic; it didn’t offer a lot of privacy to talk business. You liked it because it was small - you’d be able to see everyone who was currently in the building with one sweep of your gaze save those who may be in the washrooms, and you could see out onto the street from your seat at the bar.

“I think it might be safe to say they stood you up.” You offered with a smirk as you turned to look back at him, only to find him already looking at you.

“I think you might be right.” He offered, looking you up and down.

You couldn’t help but admit he was quite attractive – and not just in his honey-blond curls and mischievous smirk and long limbs way, but he seemed clever, smart, and clearly he was a good listener. You sort of hoped he’d offer you his name, maybe even his number. You wouldn’t mind waiting around for a business associate of his with him again sometime.

You had no such luck.

He began to stand with an expression that bordered regret crossing his face.

“It appears I must be off.” He offered with a sad smirk as he placed some bills down on the table. You weren't quite familiar with the bills in the UK yet, but it seemed like an awful lot of money for the one drink he had at the bar that was still unfinished. You took notice of said drink as you came to this conclusion and got a weird feeling in your gut as he took the drink by the rim and brought it to his lips.

“Wait!” You said as you grabbed his arm. He tensed immediately and you pulled your hand away as if it burned. “I’m sorry. Just, is that the same drink you had when I first arrived?”

He looked from the drink back to me with furrowed brows. “Yes, why?”

You pointed to the drink he still held in his hand. “It’s old.”

He smirked. “Are you a drink snob, miss orders-two-incompatable-drinks-together-and-drinks-them-at-the-same-time?” You rolled your eyes and snatched the drink out of his hand as he brought it to his lips once again, which earned you an indignant ‘oi!’

“No, you berk, what I mean is, this drink is old. It’s warm to the touch, the ice has all melted and it should be as flat as a board but it’s bubbling, like, a lot.” You said as you held it in front of his eyes. He watched you for a few moments before you continued.

“It looks like someone put something in it.”

His gaze shot back to his drink where, sure enough, his should-be-flat diet coke was fizzing wildly as it began to turn a slightly murky shade.

You watched as he gently plucked the drink from your hand and casually put it back down on the bar and shrugged on his jacket.

“It appears you’re right.” He said in monotone. “Looks like we both ought to take our leave, hm?”

You nodded and followed suit; replacing your jacket and scarf you had ripped off unceremoniously as you had entered and headed for the door. The alcohol made you wobble for but a moment, but you were quickly righted by a gentle hand pressed to your lower back. Mortified, you put your best foot forward and marched out the door, hoping your embarrassment wasn't to evident in your cheeks.

You had to admit, you were beginning to panic. Why were you trusting this man? You had spent the last – you checked your watch – nearly two hours talking to this man whose name you still don’t know completely unaware of what was happening around you, and it turned out that there was someone here drugging drinks.

What if it’s him? An unhelpful part of your brain supplied. Why would he spike his own drink and then almost drink it? You argued back.

“You should be more careful.” You offered in what you had hoped to be a playful manner, but it came out strained. “Do you know of any reason why someone may want to spike your drink?”

He seemed to consider your question as you both walked somewhat briskly down the busy street to the subway station.

“No reason that would be suitable to share in the presence of a lady, I’m afraid.” He offered with a wink, leaning down slightly with his hands in his pocket. This answer didn’t make you feel any better.

“Any particular reason why you’re familiar with the signs of a spiked drink?” He offered back.

“I have a feeling most girls would be able to answer that.”

“Hm, perhaps. But I do not believe all would be as quick to catch it as you were.”

You didn’t answer him; you decided you had shared more than enough with this stranger tonight, and you were officially feeling all sorts of uncomfortable with the situation. You were mostly uncomfortable with how not uncomfortable you felt. It felt easy, walking with this stranger, as if you’ve been walking down dreary streets of London together for ages and this was just another Tuesday.

He stopped suddenly and flagged a taxi. You scowled at how quickly a cab stopped for him and his long as arms.

“Here, it’s too muggy for such a lady to brave the underground.” He offered as he opened the door. You began to protest, you had a tube pass through school for a reason, but his hand was on your lower back again as he gently led you into the car and closed the door before sticking his head in the window of the front passenger seat and tossing a handful of bills at the driver.

“Anywhere she wants to go.” He said, stepping back to the middle of the sidewalk and waving you off.

Between the alcohol, your nerves and being disarmed by the attractiveness of this man, you simply spouted the address of your flat to the driver and turned your face forward. The whole evening seemed otherworldly – like you were missing a big chunk of information of what happened tonight, even though you could account for every minute of it.

Your suspicions would have been proven correct if you had turned around to see your mystery man again, who was now accompanied by two other similarly dressed men - one with an unruly mop of brown curls and a shorter man with long black hair tied back haphazardly - who began chasing a fourth man in earnest down the street in the opposite direction.

Continue to part two here.

[ddejavvu]

maybe mafia!marauders who trick bimbo!reader into stripping every time during strip poker even when they lose

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're too preoccupied with reapplying your lip gloss between rounds that you don't notice Remus stuffing cards into his sleeve. James is hand-feeding you chex mix, hovering his hand over your mouth and dropping pretzels and peanuts and crackers into your mouth as messily as possible, so that your lips pucker around his fingers and your tongue lavs over his skin to get the cheese dust off. In doing so, all of your gloss is shiny on his skin, and you have to layer on a new coat.

"Alright, sweetheart," Sirius checks to be sure Remus has the cards he needs, "How are you feeling this round?"

You peer at your cards, and a frown slips over your features. You've never been good at poker faces.

"Um," You deliberate, glancing up at the pot, 'I'll... raise."

"Two layers?" Sirius raises an eyebrow, "You sure, angel?"

"Mhm," You nod, confident that you've thrown them off for now, "Two layers."

When you reveal your cards, Remus wins. You swear he's magic or something, he always seems to have perfect hands. Your shoulders slump as you reach for your jacket's zipper, "Do I have to? It'll be cold."

"You raised," James chides, watching with rapt attention as you peel away your jacket and begin unbuttoning your shirt, "Don't start something you can't finish, love."

[vxntagedior]

Mafia Marauders coming home early from there trip and finding you on your period watching Bluey before bed 

cuddled into the bed, smack dap in the middle, all the blankets covering you, your heating pad on your stomach and your show on, you were comfortable.

the boys had came home earlier than they expected, but were happy to see you and hopefully spend some time together.

sirius was already taking off his tie, starting to unbutton his shirt coming into the bedroom.

"dove." you looked up at sirius, his shirt halfway off. you knew what he had wanted, knowing feeling a little guilty.

"hi love." remus cooed, seeing you in the bed, coming to lay down next to you, kissing your temple. james followed en suite, coming to the other side of you.

wrapping his arms around you, he felt the heating pad, confused, looking under the blankets to see your heating pad.

"you feeling a little better?" he asked.

"yeah." you nodded, "took some medication and got my heating pad, can we cuddle?"

the last part was directed at sirius, whose eyes softened, agreeing with you, coming to join the rest of you.

[remusslove]

Please i mean PLEASE make mafia poly marauders x reader who is a badass

“Can I try?” Your question made the three pair of eyes directed to the archery range land on you. The three boys looked at you slightly shocked and impressed. “You sure honey? Might be a bit too hard since their all far” Sirius said with an amused grin.

You nodded walking over to them and getting James’s bow, the boy who decided to take a break to smoke a cigarette. “Take your time love” Remus whispered in you ear placing a kiss inches near.

With a quick inhale you fired the arrow into the air. Seconds later it landed on the board. Perfectly. Right in the middle. Not on the bottom or the top, not in the left or on the right, the middle. The perfect first time.

The action did not get unnoticed by the boys. Remus muttering a quick “holy shit” and James and Sirius exchanging a shocked face. “Didnt know you could do that love, fucking impressive” Sirius broke the silence. You giggled grinning at the black haired boy.

“Gotta be more careful around you now, might shoot us in the eye when we get you mad.” James said in all seriousness.

[360iris]

falling in love (with a feeling) | poly!prongsfoot x reader | mafia!au

“My mother taught me that the only way to get over a man is to get under another one.” Percilla said with a devious, lopsided smirk. An hour and a half ago, she’d all but pushed her way into your apartment, making a strategic beeline towards your closet, hauling a pink duffle bag half her size over her arm.

“Of course, she didn’t take different gender preferences into account back then, and she wasn’t exactly a saint in those years either. But ignoring the way she freezes up now, acting like it’s hard business to recall what I see as pivotal moments of her influence on me as a child- I found that it works like a charm!”

She was an almost comical mass of multiple moving parts. Running a comb through your hair one moment, rifling through your drawers and pressing various articles of clothing into your hands the next.

A little black dress, smoky eye, and glossed lips with loose hair and you were deemed ready. ‘Keep it simple and any interested parties will do the rest!’ She’d remarked proudly. Throwing the last of her things back into the oversized bag before setting it in the corner of your bathroom, grabbing her purse and walking to the door with a purpose; the Lyft ride had already been waiting for three whole minutes by then.

But rooms full of inebriated, horny strangers had never been your style, and people you don’t know pose unwarranted dangers while sleeping with them foretold even more. So without a single intention to follow her plan to the last bulletin, you decide to simply enjoy what you could and head home with your conscience intact.

Though instead of her usual stomping grounds, she’d brought you to the more expensive side of town. An A-list club which was guaranteed to house the most well off socialites in the city. The name very faintly registering even if you couldn’t place where, or in what context exactly it had been mentioned.

“Marauder’s Map? Perc, I’ve never been here before. And I definitely don’t have the cash for more than two drinks.” You’d said feeling quite apprehensive but sticking close behind her nonetheless; following even as she exited the car cutting the entire line of waiting patrons and blaring the bright screen of her phone in the bouncer’s face.

Much to your surprise, the towering man does not berate the two of you. Instead his mouth purses to the side, a thick brow arching quizzically as he grimly asks, “And the phrase is?”

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Then, without any hassle or need for lengthy explanations, you’re both allowed inside. Granted a smooth entry as she grabs ahold of your hand, expertly guiding you through groups of people like a woman on a mission.

“I haven’t told you,” She speaks in a secretive tone, linking an arm with yours and slowing her stride as she scans the room, and the countless faces it holds, with a discerning eye. “But, I met a guy. He’s rich, like Will Smith or Jay Z and Beyoncé building-generational-fucking-wealth rich. And he’s gorgeous, of course. That has to be a given, no matter the amount of money he has.”

“And you have, or you're actively trying to sleep with him?” You ask, studying her perfectly pretty face with her highlighted blonde hair, overlined eyes and sateen lips- fully thinking that she was just stunning, and crazy, enough to pull off bagging some nameless, New York City billionaire socialite.

She stops walking and turns to you with raised brows like you’re missing something that’s right in front of your face.

“No, you dummy.” She laughs and it’s an airy but fond kind of sound. One that peppers your cheeks with soft puffs of air before jovially filling the space around you. “I’m trying to marry him.”

Oh, you think. Eyebrows lifting before you're the one that’s letting out a quiet laugh.

She doesn’t like that however, releasing your arm and allowing it to slap back down to your side as her lips morph into a displeased frown.

“Perc, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just shocked, is all.” You say immediately after, attempting to do quick and precise damage control. “I mean, you’re younger than me and twenty just seems like an awfully young age to literally tie yourself to someone else. Let alone some guy with as much affluence and cash to throw as you say he has.”

“He’s not just some guy, like I found him at a 7/11 and decided he was the one. He’s one of the most well-known men in the state, not to mention the entire country. And you not being ready when you were my age does not automatically dictate the rest of the world’s timeline. I know what I want, and I will not be laydoned with someone else’s insecurities.” The words slip past her lips like water from a tap and you stand there stunned and quiet; blinking at her, as you think she might as well have just slapped you clean in the face, and saved you the mental gymnastics.

“‘Cilla!” A voice calls out from behind her, ripping the two of you out of the tense space you’d found yourself sunken in.

When the man comes into view, he wraps an overly familiar arm over her shoulders and there's a stark height difference compared to either of you. A few integral inches which make it so that he has to subtly bend his neck to properly look her in the eyes.

His sleek, raven black hair tucked behind one ear as the opposing side curtains his face like flowing silk, caressing his cheeks and resting at his shoulders.

Black slacks with a matching dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleek boots fitted on his feet. Thin, gold chains glint around his neck in the dim light as the open space reveals a multitude of tattoos, the ink continuing down his exposed forearms where the sleeves have been rolled up. He is gorgeous, a true Samson, and you decide then and there, that you hate him. Or, at the very least, feel inconvenienced by him in more ways than one.

“Sirius,” Percilla greets with a warm smile, her mood considerably dampened but seemingly willing herself to perk back up as she reminds herself of the main objective.

“Comment allez-vous? I’m glad you could make it.” He asks before immediately defeating the purpose of speaking, his middle and index finger gently coaxing her jaw so that her neck turns further to face him, making you stand witness to the way his lips interlock with her own.

It ends just as quickly as it was initiated before those steely blue eyes are turning on you and the effect is borderline frightful. His attention makes your skin feel clammy and as though your body is burning at a temperature of 105, and you’re certain that regardless of how needlessly overdramatic the word is, you’re certain that you hate him.

“And who is this?” He asks, oddly refusing to break eye contact with you.

“My friend, the one I told you about? You might not remember.” She answers and you internally blanche.

“No, no. I remember now!” He laughs as he‘s reminded of whatever god awful event or memory she’d previously recounted to him, extending his free hand towards you. “Sirius Black. It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. Ravi de faire votre connaissance.”

You stare blankly at the larger, outstretched fingers, look back up at him and force your lips to contort into a thin-mouthed smile, “Enchantée.”

Turning to Percilla with the same false glee, you jerk your head towards the bar with a curt, “Don’t let me keep you, I’ll be at the bar.” Before giving him one final smile and departing.

Sliding over a bar stool, you stare at the bartender, aware of the fact that there’s plenty of other people who’ve either ordered or are waiting to order- but after a solid four minutes pass, you’re certain the asshole is purposefully ignoring you.

“Malcolm.” A low voice chimes above your head and with a quick glance you find that Sirius has slipped in alongside you with ease, the bartender nearly breaking his neck with the speed at which he turns in your direction before clearing the distance in two and half steps.

“Now what would you like, dear?” The handsome bastard asks, tilting his head towards you like he could wait all night for an answer. All of his attention and focus circled in on you.

The sexist bartender looks at him, while he looks at you and you peer back with furrowed brows and pursed, glossy lips.

‘Well, at least I can finally order.’ You inwardly grumble, letting out a sigh before breathing out an answer, “Brandy Old-Fashioned, washed with lemon-lime soda. Three cherries, please.”

Sirius continues to lean against the bar on one elbow, legs crossed at the ankles as he looks down at you, his eyes slightly narrowed with the faintest smirk turning up the corners of his mouth as he slowly nods, turns and orders as well. “The usual. Both are on me, Malcolm.”

“Coming right up, sir.” The younger man replies before making quick, but precise work of it as though someone lit a fire under his ass.

“You own the place.” You quietly remark, looking up at him as a shot glass is presented in front of him with a soft clank, an even mix of ginger ale and whiskey.

“Partially. One-fourth, split evenly.” He answers, smirking like a human Cheshire Cat.

Your drink arrives, precisely how you asked for it and Sirius gives the boy a curt nod, signaling for him to return to assisting other waiting customers. And maybe it’s the slow way you sip from the glass, biting into a maraschino cherry tentatively, or just the look in your eye, but his mouth switches to a smile as he throws back the shot, emptying it in a single gulp and deftly wetting his lips.

“You’re the style consultant.” He says appraisingly, perhaps verbally jogging his memory. “The one who works in the luxury suit shop, doing fittings and resizing slacks.”

You silently nod, eyeing him suspiciously with furrowed brows. “Yeah.”

“‘Cilla mentioned you a few nights back, said you wouldn’t tell her everything that was going on but she suspected it was taking a toll- that you were stressed.” His eyes were narrowed, a rye smile gracing his lips as he spoke. “She thought a night out would do some good, take your mind off things.”

“Did she?” You ask rhetorically, voice dry.

“Yeah.” He nods, “And is it?”

“What?”

“Is it helping distract you?” He prods, as if it’s any of his business, or concern.

Downing the last of your drink, the ice tinkles melodically as you set it back down. “No. It hasn’t.”

Coping with the ending of a three year long relationship was one thing. You could learn to do the mundane activities alone again, could get over how isolating it felt to crawl into bed and know there was no one to join you.

Giving up your apartment, figuring out an entirely new living arrangement and shifting money around so that rent and bills could be covered by a job that hadn’t been intended to carry all of that responsibility was another.

Pinching pennies and having to choose between budgeting or enjoying yourself had a way of slowly draining the life out of you until all that was left were irrational anxieties, fears and feelings of hopelessness. You didn’t want to talk about it because you had to live with the reality of the situation every second of the day and you hardly expected someone younger than you to be able to help much, so naturally Percilla wouldn’t know the full story.

“I figured as much.” He agrees, tapping the bar and smiling down at you as you all but glare back. “You've had a drink, why don’t you head home? I’ll keep an eye on Percilla, make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble this time around- and send her back to her flat in one piece with a story to tell.”

“Though for you, rest will do you more good than standing around in those high heels will.” He jests cheekily, looking particularly pleased at the way you glower at his poking remark but before you can reply, he’s shooting a wink at you and walking away; his dark form dissolving between the throngs of people.

part II

[mymiraclealigner]

I only write for older Remus Lupin. [*] indicates smut

If you didn't know me like you do*

Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break

Pointless Jealousy

A guy is flirting with you and Remus has to do something about it.

Teatime

Y/n struggles to take her tea.

Let the rain in*

reader is worried that the window is open.

Femme Fatale*

Remus is crazy about his student; but she likes playing too much.

No crumbs left*

Remus and Y/n spend New Year's at home.

Conversation deviated

Remus invites you to his office to discuss the new reading club, but the conversation deviates.

The third night*

Remus is infatuated with his flirty student and he can't help acting on his feelings.

[bettercallwillow]

hsjagahsgahhs part three to the miss upstairs is so fucking good so far ik yall r gonna love ittt