#remus needs a nap

[prongss78]

peter: if i was on a deserted island and could only have one thing, i’d probably want like. a magnifying glass so i could start a fire

james: i think i’d want something sharp, to help build shelter and hunt if necessary

sirius: yeah, i feel like i’d probably want a water purifier just so i knew i would have clean water

peter: it’d be so fucking scary to be stuck on a deserted island

sirius: for real. i don’t know if i could survive

james: yeah, literally. so terrifying. remus, what would you bring

remus: probably my fucking wand? so i dont have to be on a deserted island??

peter:

jame:

sirius:

peter: .. right. right. no, yeah. we knew that, obviously..

james: yeah.. this was just hypothetical..

sirius: no, i actually didn’t think of that at all. i was thinking of ways i would die if i got stuck

[unnecessaryheadache]

Dorcas must love being the gossiper of Hogwarts. We got Pandora and Xenophilius, the couple of the year, being her alibis for whenever a teacher is starting to catch on.

They SPREAD the gossip like Legos on a carpet. Lily writes everything down and keeps it in this thick book just to look back at when she gets older AND she soon ends up making pamphlets for the big guys, James is usually the target of gossip along with Sirius, Remus reads these pamphlets every. single. night. Paired with some hot chocolate and slow music, and Peter is always doing stuff that helps feed these rumors (adding onto them).

Regulus tries to deny ever being interested but don't let him fool you. Evan and Barty end up finding out who the anonymous gossiper is and keep it a secret under one condition: the rumors should never stop at just Hogwarts drama. They don't care WHAT it is, as long as it is full and juicy, they want it.

So then FAMILY drama is dragged into this. No one is safe. People are learning about the lives of their fellow classmates and they don't have a clue where all of this is coming from. The tension in the school escalates, it's like World Burn from Mean Girls: The Musical and Lady Whistledown from Bridgerton smashed together.

[angstitty]

Wolfstar rec #1

LOST & FOUND

Ok so this is a quite long fic but I think it’s worth reading, especially once you start it, basically impossible to stop. En gros, it’s a Muggle AU where Sirius works at a night club and Remus is a sex worker, eventually their path cross (shockers! ) and they develop FEELINGS <3

I read it a few months ago so I can’t give the most detailed recommendation but from what I remember there’s a lot of texting, trust issues, angst that makes us appreciate the few fluffy moments, and most importantly the perfect balance between a lonely/ self deprecating Remus and a flirty/ confident Remus!

It’s still updating and I’m not up to date yet but I think I’ll probably re-start it… there is smut but it takes quite some time to appear,

Very much not a sex story but also has one of the best sex scenes I’ve read so far-

Please look at the tags and the different chapter’s TW (everything is extremely well identified) and make responsible decisions!

Author’s summary:

In his first week tending bar at a gay club, runaway Sirius Black finds a lost mobile phone in the loo that leads him back to its owner, Remus Lupin, a fellow expat outcast also trying to eke out a life for himself and outrun his demons. Although sparks immediately fly between the two young men, they struggle to be honest with themselves and each other and make peace with the past.

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Modern era muggle AU and my take on the ‘Remus is a sex worker’ fanon trope. There is some non-con and dub-con but also a LOT of lovely wolfstar romance and banter!

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(remus lupin would fail the ketchup on the counter “challenge”)

[midnightloversmusic]

Hey baby! Can I request something where (sub) james potter and reader are best friends and one day he confesses to her that he wants to know what sex feels like (cause hes a virgin lol) and she’s like “i can… show you?” 🙏🏻🙏🏻😣😣 imagine him all subby fucked out not being able to handle how her pussy feels so much better than his hands

omg thisssssss!!!!! sub James is literally all I think about. I Hope you like ittt!

James Potter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT

1.8k words

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It's a typical Saturday night. James had texted you earlier asking if he could come over; apparently there was a new movie he wanted to see. Sirius had already seen it and Remus was too much of a movie critic so that left you as James' movie companion tonight. 

You and James’ friendship was comfortable. You’d known him since you were kids and you both knew almost everything about each other. Almost. James was a person who thrived on physical touch, so that meant holding hands in public, spooning while taking naps together, and cuddling while watching movies. As you were right now. 

The movie James had picked was action packed and not typically what you’d put on, but you weren't upset about it. You were just happy to spend time with him. He had gone to visit his parents the week prior, and although you had other friends to hang out with while he was away, nothing compared to the complete comfort and ease you felt with him. You two had a rhythm, you worked around each other seamlessly, you don’t even need to think when he's around. 

As the movie progressed through fight scenes and dramatic love confessions it eventually blurred into messy kisses and a very steamy sex scene that you should probably feel awkward watching while laying on top of your best friend–but it's never awkward with James. 

You are busy watching the movie, not worrying about the boy beneath you until you hear a sharp inhalation of breath.

You scrunch your eyebrows and tear your vision away from the screen where the two main characters are going at it on their kitchen counter.

“James?” you question

All you get is a strained “mhm?” in response

“... are you alright?”

You watch him take a deep breath. You even see a slight blush cover his cheeks. Strange.

“I just-” he stops himself and looks back at the TV for a moment,

“I just wish I knew what sex feels like.” he murmurs quietly

You nearly choke on your own spit. You don’t mean to laugh at him, you really really don't. The giggles escape you involuntarily. 

“James, what are you talking about?”

He has to be messing with you, it's the only explanation your slightly dumbstruck mind can come up with. There is just no way your hot, muscley, kind, stunning bestfriend is a virgin. There's absolutely no way that's true. 

But, you think back on all the times you have discussed sex with James. You both tell eachother everything, so why can't you come up with a single memory of him talking about his sex life? You have told him about yours plenty of times. You have told him about the guys that weren't able to make you cum, he’d made fun of them profusely. You told him about the guys that did make you cum, you told him about the hot shower sex you had, about a one night stand that submitted to you so well you swore it was the best sex of your life, you seriously didn't shut up about that lay, and yet throughout all of these stories James just nodded along. He didn’t add to your stories, he never added his own input or told a story of his own.

Your realization must show on your face because James sinks a little further into the couch and his face flushes.

“No, no, no. No. James, baby it's okay!” you nervously laugh

“God, I'm so sorry. I really didn’t mean to laugh it's just-” you stop yourself and take a deep breath,

“You're just you. You know?” “I Mean James you're hot, I mean like ridiculously hot, and jacked and I just didn't expect you to be a virgin that's all!” 

After you finish your rambling James seems to lighten up a bit,

“You think I'm hot sweetheart?” he wiggles his brows at you

You roll your eyes at him and push at his chest. Even through his teasing you think back to what he said. I wish I knew what sex feels like. He sounded so vulnerable when he said it and god, you just wanted to give this man whatever he wanted. 

Your friendship was so open, it wouldn’t be weird. You knew each other inside and out. He knows you’d take care of him and you know that he’d take care of you so, why not? You’d be willing if he was down.

“James” you say with a tone suddenly serious.

You shifted so that your knees were straddling either side of his waist and looked down at him. Suddenly you felt nervous. That feeling was quickly shaken from your mind as James reached out for your hand. He took it in his and laced his fingers with yours. 

“I-, I can…show you?” What sex is like I mean. If you want to of course! You don't have to-”

James cuts of your rambling with a simple “Please”

When you look back down at him his eyes are glossed over. And fuck. You wanted to give him everything. 

You lean down and hover your lips just above his, 

“Is this okay baby?”

“More than okay, please please please pl-”

You cut off james’ begging with a kiss. It's firm, a little sloppy, but so so so good. You experiment by grinding your hips down into his and he whimpers into your mouth.

You can feel his hard cock through his trousers and it makes you go slightly feral. You pull away from the kiss, it’s filthy, and a string of spit connects both of your mouths. You're both panting, James looks undone and you just started.

“Lets go to my bed okay? You think you can do that for me?”

He lets out a grunt, but nods nonetheless. You get up off of his lap and he whines at the loss of contact. He throws his legs off the side of the couch and begins to stand as you reach for the remote to turn off the now forgotten movie. 

You start moving toward the bedroom, James follows. When you arrive you pull James down by the roots of his hair and whisper into his mouth,

“Good boy, James”

James is surprised he doesn’t come on the spot, he lets out a sinful moan just as your lips reconnect. 

You walk him backwards toward the bed and push him down. He scoots up closer to the headboard and your hands come to his jeans. You start to unbutton them as he pulls his shirt over his head. You ogle him with no shame. After you've pulled his jeans and boxers off of his legs you let your hand roam. They move over his chest, watching as his back arches as you brush against his sensitive nipples, you run them over the ridges of his abs and move down. You narrowly avoid his cock deciding you want to tease his thighs instead.

He whines and squirms on the bed as you run your hands over his thighs, leaning down to bite and nip at them. He begs you for more. You don't think you have ever heard a prettier sound.

Eventually you decide to have mercy. You crawl up his body to give him a kiss. You look into his watery eyes as you coo

“Aw James youre looking so fucked out and I havent even touched your pretty cock yet” You fake a pout

“Please, please y/n! I need you to touch me” he pushes his hips up, looking for friction, but you lift up before he can get any.

“Oh I know love, I've been a little mean havent I? My good boy deserves to be touched isn’t that right Jamie?”

“Yes! Yes ill be so good I promise, just touch me!”

You don’t even wait for him to finish before wrapping your hand around his cock. Hes big. Again making you question just how in the hell your sweet boy is a virgin.

“So big Jamie, so pretty” you whisper as you begin to move your hand up and down in painstakingly slow strokes

He whines in the pillow where he buries his head. His hips lift to meet your hands movement and as you move to rub your thumb over his leaking tip he shouts,

“‘M going to cum! Stop! I need to be inside you. I don't want to cum yet please!”

You lift your hand off immediately, and although he asked you to stop, he sobs into his pillow and releases a frustrated moan. 

“It's okay Jamie, you're doing so well for me. You want to be inside me?”

“Yes!” he sobbed out

You strip off the remainder of your clothes and settle on top of him. He looks up at you with his teary eyes and grabs your waist. You reach behind you and pull his cock to your folds. You run his tip through your wetness, teasing him. He's already moaning and shaking from the minimal stimulation.

“Please!”

With his request you sink down on him. The sound he makes is utterly indecent. Your sounds mix together as you adjust to his length. You haven't even started to move yet but his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s chanting don’t cum dont cum dont cum to himself over and over again. You let out a slightly evil giggle as you rotate your hips and begin to move up and down on his cock. 

He lets out a strangled moan and gasps. 

“Shit! Fuck fuck fuck.” he lifts his head off the pillow to get a better look at where your bodies meet but had to throw it back against his pillow in a few second.

He is completely overwhelmed and filled by the sensation of your heat wrapped around him. It's better than anything he's ever felt before. His hand could never live up to this and he doesn't know how he'll ever go without this again.

He tries to last, he really really tries, but it's all too much and he barely has the mind to tell you,

“Cuming- I’m cumming fuck”

“Inside me” You pant out.

And that's all it takes. He cums with a strangled cry. You think he has never looked better. He looks completely and utterly debauched. His hair, usually unruly, is somehow even more of a mess, his face is scrunched up from pleasure, and he's covered in love bites. 

You slow your hips movements and rub your hands soothingly down his sides.

“How was that baby? Did it live up to your expectations?”

He looks up at you with a look full of admiration

“Live up to my expectations? Honey, you took my expectations and knocked them out of the park. That was the best thing I've ever felt. Ever.

You let out a giggle and lean down to give him a quick kiss. When you pull away he's frowning

“Oh god, what now pretty boy?”

“You didn't get to cum.” He states,

“I need to make you cum, it's not fair-”

You stop his ramblings 

“How about we save that for next time, yeah? I'm okay, I'm just happy I got to make you feel good. Lets get cleaned up, okay?

“Next time?” he questions,

“Next time.”

[prettydaisygirl]

Heyy~I have a james potter x reader request.

They have a love hate relation,and they keeps on fight but its really only frome one side cause james secretly is in love with reader and loves seeing her mad as its the only way he'll have her full attention.

But james let it's out by accident and reader have fun with this new info and seduces and flirts with james. James becomes all dazed & flustered by reader batting her eyelashes at him.

You can take your own take on this and maybe reader dominates james in bed.....👀

P.s(this is my third request for you and you have nailed the previous requests nd the first time requesting something 18+) please feel free to ignore it💗

Hello nonnie!! OMG thank you so much for your request! I'm literally so honored that you keep making requests because you've enjoyed the other ones I've done for you 😭🩷 I saw the plot of this in my head like a movie when I read your request and I wrote down the basics and had to wait until I had a good time I could sit down and write it all haha, it's been on my mind all week. Hope you enjoy this one, my love!! 

academic rival!James Potter x fem!reader who seduces James to get ahead ✿ 3.6k words

cw: NSFW 18+, university au, James is the top student, reader is second, academic rivals, reader has complicated feelings, reader has kinda iffy intentions, reader is manipulative (?) but then falls in love, dry humping, choking, unprotected p in v, mentions of alcohol

james potter masterlist

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You tap your pen against the edge of the table, bouncing your leg under the desk. Your eyes dart back and forth around the classroom, looking at everyone else waiting too.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Your eyes lock with his, and you pause. Your eyelids narrow, his brown orbs matching yours and narrowing too. You roll your eyes and look away. Fucking James Potter.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Sirius, James’ best friend, roommate, and favorite nuisance, groans loudly where he is sprawled in his chair next to James, feet up on the desk. Remus, the one person in their group who you can stand, elbows Sirius and shoots him a quick glare. James’ eyes are still on you, smirk on his lips, and you send him a dirty look. He’s so fucking cocky.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

The door to the lecture hall finally opens, and everyone sits up a bit. Well, everyone except Sirius. 

The professor stomps in, ten minutes late but with clearly no cares in the world, the stack of papers in his hand catching your attention. The exam from last class, one that might finally allow you to pull ahead of James. Or, he did better than you again, and you’ll have to suffer his cruel teasing for another few weeks so you can cram until the next exam. You need that test back. 

Your professor places everything down at his desk with a light groan, running a hand through his hair. He looks around the room, scanning all of his students’ faces, before clearing his throat. 

“I’ll be passing back exams at the end of the hour.” There’s a collective groan but he doesn’t care, continuing on with the lesson. You force yourself to pay attention and take notes, to not think about the potential outcomes of your exam results, to not look in James’ direction even though you know if you did that he would be looking at you. 

This thing between you and James has been going on since freshman year. You stepped onto campus, bright-eyed and valedictorian of your high school, and you vowed to yourself that you were going to repeat the success of the last four years. And, for the most part, you have. 

Except for James Potter. He’s a constant thorn in your side, and he relishes in it. The two of you are in a constant battle for who will be the top student at the University. James somehow always ends up on top. And so for you, it really is a war. You fight tooth and nail. You stay up way too late studying every night, living off of caffeine and short naps between classes. You involve yourself in different activities, you complete every extra credit opportunity, and you attend every office hour, every study session, every single thing you can do. And yet, you always find yourself lagging behind James Potter, who seems to score perfectly on every exam despite not opening his textbook once. It’s infuriating, and you hate him. 

He knows that he gets on your nerves. He loves it, he purposely antagonizes you. Like he’s doing right now.

Your eyes meet his, unconsciously seeking him out as he takes over your thoughts. His eyes are there, on you, just as you knew they would be. He sends you a cheeky wink. Prick. 

Your handwriting is shaky today, a result of your bouncing leg as your stomach churns with anxiety, waiting for the exam results. You chew on your nail, crossing off a word and shaking your head when you spell it wrong. When you aren’t writing, it’s back to tapping.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

You don’t feel like you take a full breath until the test is physically in your hand. You practically tear it away from the professor, eyes darting all over until you spot the score. 100%. Your heart soars, but then you falter just a bit when you realize you missed the extra credit question. You pray that James did too, or that he didn’t score as high.

But you know better.

And so does James, evidently. Because the second you look up, that signature smirk is on his lips and he holds up the test so you can see, a long finger pointing at his score in the top right.

102%. Fuck. 

You really don’t want to be here. The music is too loud, everyone is drunk, and there’s a cloud of smoke so thick you find it a little hard to breathe. 

You had been wallowing in self-pity in your dorm, pouring over your textbook on a Friday night instead of doing anything fun. Because of James fucking Potter and his stupid 102%. He’s been teasing you all week, laughing and whispering with his friends when you walk by.

“Need me to tutor you, darling?” He’d called out with a bright voice, only chuckling when you flipped him off. You hate him and his beautiful face. 

And tonight, your study/self-pity session was interrupted by your phone ringing several times. 

Your roommate asked you to come pick her up from a party, but you’ve searched the frat house twice now with no sign of her. You’ve tried calling, and she won’t answer your texts either. It’s frustrating, and you’re about to go home without her when a familiar voice catches your attention. 

“I mean it!” You know it’s James before you see him, peeking around the corner to spot him, Sirius, Remus, and Peter pouring drinks in the kitchen. “She looked at me eleven times today. I counted!”

“You’re hopeless.” Sirius announces, head shaking before pouring some of the alcohol directly into his mouth from the bottle. Peter gives him a disgusted look and you almost snort. “She hates you.” “I know,” James seems defeated at Sirius’ words and your curiosity is fully peaked at this point. “Why do you think I have to count how many times she looks at me?”

“Have you ever tried, I don’t know, talking to the poor girl?” Remus asks, taking a sip from his cup before taking the bottle away from Sirius when he drinks straight from it again. 

“She always thinks I’m teasing her, even when I really mean it.” James shakes his head, “If pissing her off and getting better scores than her is what keeps her eyes on me, then that’s what I’ll do.” 

Oh. Oh. 

Is he talking about you?

You hold your breath, pressing closer to the wall as though you’ll be able to hear any better, peeking around the corner to watch the four men talk. James takes a large sip of his drink and you find your eyes lingering over his figure.

“I still think you should just tell her.” Peter speaks up and James knocks into him with his shoulder. 

“You know I can’t just do that, Pete.” James shakes his head, and you watch as his chocolate curls flutter against his forehead. “What do I say? ‘Hi, I know you’ve hated me for the last two and a half years and I’ve been pretending to hate you too. Can we go on a date?’”

Sirius snorts, and it’s in perfect timing to cover the slight gasp that comes out of your mouth. He really is talking about you.

James Potter has feelings for you. You thought he hated your guts. 

“What are you doing?” The voice of your roommate from behind you has you practically jumping out of your skin. You whip around to find her watching you with a judgmental look on her face.

“Nothing!” You say quickly, clearing your throat. “I’ve been looking for you. Are you ready? Let’s go.” You don’t really give her a chance to argue, tugging at her arm as you pull her out of the frat house and back to your car. 

You try to pay attention to the conversation your roommate is having with you on the way home, but it’s difficult. Your mind is racing, focus on the conversation you overheard back at the party.

Does James really have feelings for you? He said he only continues to rile you up because you won’t look at him any other way. You don’t trust him if he acts serious. Is that true? 

The only time you can remember that James Potter tried to act sincere with you was the one time you had to miss an exam due to needing a trip to the hospital. He pleaded with the professor on your behalf, convincing him to let you take it a different day. When he told you what he did, you assumed it was because he didn’t want to win an unfair fight. You didn’t think he’d advocate for you because he cares or anything. 

Oh. Maybe James is right. Maybe you don’t take him seriously. 

You toss and turn in your bed that night for hours, mind racing as you rethink almost every interaction you’ve had with the bespectacled boy since the two of you met freshman year. James, for all his annoying flaws, seems to be a good friend. He’s thoughtful, he’s funny, and he’s so handsome it makes you sick sometimes. And he’s so, so smart. 

You hate the feelings churning in your stomach. On one hand, you hate him. Even if he has feelings for you, that doesn’t make it okay for him to tease you, and you still want to be better than him. You need to win. But on the other hand… you could really like him, you think. If you let yourself fall for him. If he really does have feelings for you and it wasn’t all a cruel joke.

But how could it be a joke? James didn’t even know you’d been at the party, and none of his friends had spotted you either. They’d been talking casually, not like they were making fun of you. 

You sigh, flopping into a different position again as you try to get comfortable. You spring up suddenly when you get an idea. 

“I’m going to seduce James Potter.” You say, a happy laugh falling from your lips. “And then I’ll sit by him during the next exam and he’ll be so distracted that I’ll score higher than him!”

You grunt suddenly as a pillow comes in contact with the side of your head, flung by your roommate.

“Go to sleep!”

You’re tapping your pen on your desk again. But this time, there’s no exam to take or score to wait for. You’re waiting for the end of class, eyes darting between the clock and the boy who you’re hoping to catch on the way out. James.

He seems to notice that you’re looking at him more often. You knew he stared at you a lot, but you didn’t know it was actually the entire lecture. You find yourself glancing at him repeatedly, his eyes waiting for yours every time you do. 

This is making you more nervous than you thought it would. You’ve thrown insults and curse words at James like it’s second nature, but the idea of asking him to come back to your dorm with you is making you feel a bit sick. What if you misunderstood everything you overheard? What if they’d been talking about someone else and now you’re going to make a fool of yourself, providing a lifetime of bullying fuel for the one person who really can get under your skin?

You shake your head as the professor dismisses the class, swallowing nervously and quickly packing up your things. You shove down your anxiety, replaying your plan in your head.

Get him in your dorm. Get him naked. Get close enough to keep him distracted from his classes.

You head toward the lecture hall’s doors, and find James and Sirius walking out right in front of you.

“James?” You call out to him. Both James and Sirius turn around, James with eyes as wide as saucers, and Sirius with a bit of a gleam in his eye. 

“Hey,” James says, running a hand through his hair as he tries to seem casual. Now that you see it, it’s so obvious. You’d thought he was so cocky before, now you realize he’s been trying to get your attention..

“Could we… talk?” You ask, shuffling a bit on your feet as your heart races. You try to seem solid, but you don’t know what you’ll do if he laughs in your face and calls you a loser.

He doesn’t. He wouldn’t. Instead he says, “Of course,” though you can tell by the look on his face that he is incredibly confused about why you want to speak to him.

James waves Sirius off and you take a breath. “Can we… go to my dorm?” You ask him.

You can see the suspicion in his eyes, the way the muscles in his jaw tighten and his lips purse. He crosses his arms and then speaks, voice a bit short and clipped. “Your dorm?”

“Yes.” You say with a nod, keeping your voice steady even though you feel like your heart might explode, “I just… I need to talk to you.”

Your words and tone seem to have the desired effect and his hardness softens just a bit. He nods, and walks back with you to your dorm. Your roommate is gone tonight, at her boyfriend’s house, so you know no one will interrupt your plans. 

You sit on the bed, gesturing for James to do the same. He looks out of place here, and it doesn’t help that his body is fully tense and he seems extremely uncomfortable. 

“What did you want to talk to me about?” James asks, and you understand why he is so suspicious of you. He should be, considering your plan. But you have to score higher than him on the next test. And if that means distracting him with his feelings for you, then you’ll do it. 

“I’ve just been… doing some thinking.” You say slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You move a bit closer to him, sitting on your knees beside him. “I feel like I owe you an apology.”

That gets his attention. His head whips in your direction, his guard falling for a moment from the shock of your words. “You’re apologizing to me?” You nod, playing with a strand of your hair. “I haven’t been very nice, and I… I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person. I like you, James.”

He stares at you, lips slightly parted, and it’s like you can see his brain short-circuit. His eyes, as big and beautiful as always underneath his glasses, blink several times as he tries to process what you’ve said. You wait, and after a long moment you decide to speak again.

“Aren’t you going to say you like me back?”

“What?” James shakes his head, and it seems like his hand reaches for your waist instinctively, but stops short of actually touching you. “I mean, yes. I like you, but I don’t understand. I thought…”

“That I hated you?” You say, tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him. You see his pupils dilate, his Adam’s apple bob. You shake your head. “I don’t hate you, James. Actually, I…” You lean forward to reach and brush some curls off his forehead, then whisper to him, “I really, really want you.” 

“Is this really happening?” James asks, like he’s torn between his mind and his heart. You don’t give him a second to question you, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. He responds immediately grabbing for you and deepening the kiss. His grip is tight, and he lets out little whines and moans in your mouth. You ignore the way the sounds make your thighs clench and your stomach warm. 

He pulls you forward into his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. You roll forward, pressing down against him. He’s already hard, and you can tell he’s big. Your heart flutters but you ignore it, continuing to focus on James as you find him bucking his hips up into yours. He really must have been pent up, waiting for this. 

“Holy fuck. Holy fuck.” He whispers between kisses, hands grasping at you like a man touch-starved. 

When he pulls his lips away from yours to breathe, he quickly leans forward to attach them to your neck. You find your eyes fluttering closed as his tongue darts out against your skin and leaves saliva and warmth in its wake. Despite trying to push down your own feelings, you find yourself wanting more of him. Not just to seduce him, but also because it feels good. 

You reach down, freeing James from his pants. He lifts his hips a bit to help you. He’s even bigger than you thought and he finds the audacity to smirk a bit at you, making you roll your eyes.

You stroke him a few times, hearing him whimper your name. You hate the way your throat tightens when he does. Your own pants are tossed aside quickly, along with your underwear. 

James’ hands grasp at your hips, and his eyes are dark and hazy as you look down at him from your place on his lap. His Adam’s apple bobs again as he swallows thickly, his chest a bit shaky as he breathes. 

It’s time to lock in, you think, and lean forward to press a kiss to his jaw. You literally watch his dick twitch and you lick up his neck to his ear.

“Are you going to let me fuck you, James?” You whisper into his ear, seeing his body shiver. A thought crosses your mind that being above him like this feels a million times better than being above him in GPA, but you force that idea away as soon as it appears. 

He whines, and you pull back, sliding a hand up to rest against the front of his throat. You tilt your head and see James’ entire face flush, his cock bright red and already leaking. “Well?”

“Yes, please, yeah…” He whines and you pretend not to absolutely relish in the way it sounds. 

You squeeze his throat a bit as you slide down onto him, and he practically cums right then. You smirk a bit, giving the both of you a moment to adjust. He feels really fucking good, too good. You find yourself enjoying every roll of your hips, every buck of his. You squeeze a bit tighter every time he tries to speak, and it always has his eyes rolling back and his hands gripping you harder. His body trembles, and pieces of strangled whimpers escape his mouth as you grind down onto him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” You moan out, the sound escaping you before you can stop yourself. One of James’ hands moves to your wrist, holding it but not pulling it away from his neck. In fact, at the next roll of your hips, he pushes your wrist closer, encouraging you to tighten your grip, and you do. 

The sight of his writhing beneath you is everything you could ever have hoped for. James is completely at your mercy, and it makes you feel invincible. You cum harder than you ever have in your life, and James follows not long after. 

You make the mistake of falling asleep next to him afterward, telling yourself that it’s to make him really think you like him. Not because you wanted to sleep with your ear pressed to his chest, listening to his heart beat. It’s just soothing. You tell yourself it won’t happen again, even though deep down, you know you’re lying. This has changed things for you, even if you won’t admit it to yourself.

The day of the next exam finally comes, and for once, you find that you aren’t nervous. You studied your ass off the entire past week, and with your plan to distract James going well so far, you don’t feel like you have much to worry about.

You take a seat next to James for this one, and he smiles lovingly at you. His friends snort, and you wonder what he told them. The talking stops instantly as tests are passed around. You spend the entire time brushing your foot against James’ calf, at one point bending over to pick up your pencil and purposely showing him your cleavage. It works to distract him, and you’ve convinced yourself that you have this in the bag.

You leave feeling confident, James following you like a puppy. He’s been by your side almost the entire time since you hooked up with him. You find you like having him around. 

As his hand slides into yours and his smile makes your heart skip, you aren’t sure if you're still lying to yourself about how you feel. The more time you spend with him, the more you find yourself liking him. It happens slowly, until one day you realize that the things that used to be frustrating about him now make him endearing. Your walls crumble like old castle walls, until you’ve accepted that maybe these feelings have been there since the beginning.

It’s these realizations alone that keep you from breaking down when you finally see the test scores.

“How?” You ask, eyes darting between your test and James’. You got a 98%. James got 100%.. “I was trying to give you a boner the entire time!”

“Joke's on you,” James says with a smirk, grabbing your test from you and pressing a kiss to your cheekbone. “That happens every time I watch you during an exam. I’m used to it.”

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© prettydaisygirl

[moonstruckme]

hii!! i love ur blog lol. i saw ur requests were open and i thought maybe id send one in! no pressure at all to do it, thank you for writing what you write (it’s really comforting!) i was wondering if you could do poly!marauders with a reader who is overworking herself for exams/college stuff and is hiding from her boyfriends because she knows they’ll be stern with her and make her take a break? so she tries to evade them but they foil her evil little plan lol. maybe like dom!remus… i’m obsessed w him.. just an idea!!!! have an amazing day 🩷

Thanks for requesting, hope you have an amazing day too!

cw: d/s dynamics to be found if you want them to be, mostly they're just bossy

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 814 words

There are nice voices seeping into your consciousness. Soft, comforting. You snuggle into the gentleness of their familiar hum. 

Something moves from underneath your face. You start to open your eyes, slow and reluctant, and when the something is gone your face lands in a warm palm. It feels safe, easy enough to settle into, but as you’re about to let yourself slip away again it strokes its thumb over your cheek. 

“Angel.” James’ voice sounds almost like he’s trying not to laugh. He thumbs your cheek again. “Angel, hey.” A pause. “She doesn’t seem to want to wake up.” 

“She’s awake,” Sirius says. You feel his hand sweep across your shoulder blades. “Come on, sweetness. This is no place to spend the night.” 

You make a disgruntled, whiny sound you’d never allow in full consciousness. Your eyes peel open. 

“There she is.” Sirius rubs your back encouragingly.

You blink blearily in the sickening fluorescent light of the library. James is squatting at face-level in front of you, his expression somewhere between fond and pitying, while Remus stands behind him with your backpack over his shoulder. You can see Sirius peering down at you in your periphery, his hand still moving over your back as though to keep you from falling back asleep. 

There doesn’t seem to be anyone else around. It must be late. 

“Oh, no,” you groan, forcing yourself up. Your neck and back crackle as you straighten, making James cringe. 

“I agree,” Sirius says smoothly. “I too would be devastated if I traded a warm and cozy bed with my loving boyfriends for a hard, cold desk. But don’t be embarrassed, there’s still time to make things right.” 

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to rub wakefulness into them. “I…where’s my laptop?” 

“I have it,” says Remus. 

“I need it.” 

“You’ll get it back tomorrow.” 

A slow, heavy anxiety laces your bloodstream. “But I have to finish…” 

“Dove.” Remus’ voice is stern, though not unkind. “You have to sleep first. At home.”

You blink, your brain still lagging. “But…” 

“Sweetheart, c’mere.” James takes your face in his hand, angling you towards him. He brushes his thumb over the corners of your eyes, then smiles at you. “There. Sorry, you had crusties. Ready to go?” 

“I…” 

“Let’s go, babe.” Sirius winds an arm around your waist, hauling you up with him. “It’s definitely bedtime.” 

James chuckles. “Seems like it. Poor love.” 

“What about my stuff?” 

“I’ve got it,” Remus reminds you. He frowns. “When was the last time you slept?” 

You think back. “Last night.” Was it really only last night? It feels eons ago. 

“But for how long?” 

“Uh…” you wince. “I dunno, a couple hours.” 

James makes a low pitying sound, and Remus’ frown worsens. On some level, you know you’d known they would react like this. Probably, you’d even known they were right. It was why you’d been spending as little time at home as possible, catching twenty-minute power naps in library chairs and avoiding your boyfriends. 

“Sweetheart,” Remus sounds tired himself, and guilt sprouts behind your ribcage, “you can’t run yourself ragged like this. It’s not sustainable. It’s not going to help with your schoolwork, and it’s awful for you besides. Why are you doing this to yourself?”

You heave a sigh. “I guess I just like living on the edge,” you grumble sardonically. 

Sirius huffs a laugh. He slots a piece of hair behind your ear. “Hey, recklessness is my thing,” he says, kissing your temple. “You need to get your own thing.” 

“Sorry.” 

“You need to take better care of yourself,” Remus chides. “You’ve tried your way, and it’s clearly not working. Right?” 

You’re silent. Then Sirius pinches your side, and you squeak, “Right.” 

“That’s right.” Remus’ tone warms some with amusement. “So we’re going to go home, and you’re going to sleep at least eight hours. Then, after you eat and drink something, you can have your laptop back. Okay?” 

“Okay.” You want to be more reluctant, but the allure of your boyfriends’ evil scheme is too tempting to resist. You don’t have the energy to fight them on it. “Thanks for coming to get me.” 

Remus holds the door open for you all to exit the library. As you pass, he cups your cheek with a small smile. “You’re welcome, love.” 

“And maybe during this next round of studying, you could take a break from time to time,” James suggests lightly. “I haven’t had a proper cuddle in days.” 

“Oi!” Sirius’ chin nearly smacks the side of your head as he whips around to see James. “What would you call what we did this afternoon?” 

“Not a proper cuddle. Your elbow has probably left a permanent indent in my stomach.” 

“There are people who would pay for a souvenir like that, Jamie.”

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

All Finished!

I have no idea what's going on with Virgil and Remus's styles... they're something... I know to little clothing genres and what they look like to say.

I adore all of them so much. Adorable babies~

Poses by Albanenechi on insta/patreon. Janus & Logan: [Link], Virgil: [Link], Roman: [Link], Patton: [Link], Remus: [Link]

Random info about them under the cut:

- Virgil's skin is "poisonous" in the way any skin contact will make the one not Virgil grow more and more anxious (kinda like how canon Virgil's room amplified their anxieties in AA) Due to this he's pretty touch averse. Giving the random elbow nudge or shoulder tap, never really touching anyone with his fingers unless he's wearing fingered gloves.

- Janus is smart, but he will give his "braincel" to Logan is he craves some chaos. (the beanie, he doesn't want it to get dirty). He doesn't disguise himself as much as Canon Janus, instead he sneaks into the conversation, making it seem as if he'd always been there. He's quicker to bring up the idea of using an "excuse" as he likes to call it, be it to not go to a thing, avoid doing something or just because. (Virgil tends to accept the first type, if it means avoiding a social situation.)

- Remus isn't as intrusive as canon Remus.... but he will still be intrusive by being loud and be the bringer of the brain worms/funny sentences/audio from videos that he will play/say on repeat to Thomas at random times throughout the day. He will start gnawing on things if he's bored/understimulated.

- Roman loves Disney, but not for the princes... instead the animal helpers are his siblings. It took him the longest to accept Virgil due to the Disney logic of green = evil. He loves to sing, and can be found humming under his breath almost constantly if he's not. He feels a bit self conscious about what his animal trait is. Since corvids tend to get a bad reputation at times. So he kinda clings a bit too hard on the nickname "Songbird" that Thomas gave him.

- Logan is the royal in this lineup. He's not as strict and "emotionless" than canon Logan, but he will get frustrated if he's ignored. He's also strong-headed about important things. But, he knows exactly what to use to get the others attention for varying degrees of time. He might even get passive aggressive if pushed beyond annoyed. He tries his best to be helpful be it to Thomas in person or to Thomas as a whole (the others)

- Patton is full of energy, encompassing much more of Thomas's heart than morality, even if that's still a part of who he is. If you need a hug, he's 100% ready to open his arms and give it. He loves to nap. he can either be found asleep on the banister of the stairs or curled up on the couch using his tail as a pillow. He loves so strongly. He's got some pretty bad rejection sensitivity, he's working on it... but he can be a bit clingy at times. (Not that any of them will complain, Virgil might get stressed out tho.) He will cry if they watch Turning Red during a movie night. He def fear he's becoming Thomas's panda, he is Thomas's Panda. (I need to actually watch the movie it looks so GOOOOOD! anyway-)

- On the subject of tails/wings/animal traits... they're only fully visible in the mind space, if they're with Thomas they look much more human.

- Virgil is the oldest of the dark sides and thus kinda became their keeper, he has a 6th sense in knowing where they are. He's pretty chill, but if he's stressed he will start doing his lil frog calling as a warning noise.

- Roman and Remus are much closer in this au, often found brainstorming together to help Thomas come up with creative ideas. If the idea calls for more fluffy happy themes Roman will handle most of that, but if it goes into more darker themes it's Remus's time to shine, after all in a writers terms: "you can't have the angst without the fluff" (you can but shhhhhh)

- Yellow the Lemon is all question marks.

[luveline]

hi jadey!!! could we do a remus blurb of him watching reader cut her own hair maybe??

“Dove…” 

“You’re nervous,” you guess.

You line the scissors up against your hair and check it in the mirror. 

“A bit.” Remus sounds sorry to say it, but he doesn’t pull the next punch, “You’re not a hairdresser.”

“Not yet.” 

He leans against the counter, watching you where you watch the sink. Remus’ hair is in need of its own trim, kissing the tops of his ears in blonde-brown waves, sweat curls from his napping stuck like kisses against the sides of his neck. When he looks at you like this, you think about running your fingers through them and giving them a little tug. 

“I think that you’re a natural at most of the things you do. I also think that, should this go wrong, you’d be upset.” 

You shrug. “I’ll get over it.” 

“If you wait until tomorrow, I’ll pay for you to get it cut by a proper hairdresser, I promise.”

“That is very sweet,” you say, holding a chunk of your hair steady and closing the blades of the scissors with a resounding SINCH. 

Remus makes a noise like a squeak. “Lovely girl, you are so scary.” 

You laugh under your breath, dusting as much of the hair as possible into the kitchen sink. Remus stands there in all his hotness looking like he might burst into tears, impressively unenthusiastic about it all for someone who’s usually your number one fan. You take the other side of your hair and cut it, recut the first, and laugh some more at the unevenness of it all. 

You brush everything behind your head and offer Remus the scissors. “Can you even it out for me?” 

“No.” 

“Please, beautiful,” you say. 

He takes the scissors reluctantly. You can see further protest dying on his lips when you give him one of your looks, pleading and promising, like you’d do anything for him if he’d just finish up your hack job. 

Remus holds your shoulders and directs you straight against the light. “Can’t believe it,” he mutters, straightening up your hair as best as he can through little snips and then bigger ones. 

Despite his nerves, you have trust in him. You aren’t gonna walk away from this self-done haircut with layers or anything and you’re not expecting it, this is just a quick cut to inspire change, to erase the trembling want to be different currently making a place in your chest. 

He cuts again. Stands back, his fingertip running down to the small of your back. 

“Please don’t hate me if it’s not to your liking,” he says. 

You spin on the spot to assess. You’re quiet for a while, just looking, pressing the start of a smile flat for as long as you can manage. 

“Dove,” he says, clasping at your elbow. “What do you think?” 

You lean in for a kiss over your shoulder, “My boy’s so talented,” you say into his lips, “thank you, Remus. I love it.” 

He tries not to blush, but he fails. “Oh. You’re welcome, I didn’t– didn’t really do any of it. You did the hardest part,” he murmurs back, earning himself another kiss. 

[marauder-misprint]

"friends can cuddle, right?" prompt with sirius????

Not sure if you wanted a platonic or romantic Sirius, but I'm a Sirius girlie so you got romantic ♥︎ If you want a more platonic version, just submit another request with platonic in the request.

Study Buddy

Sirius Black x fem!Gryffindor!reader

1.7k works

cw: fluff

It was a common sight. You snuggled into Sirius’ side on the couch with his arm draped around your shoulders. Or him laying on your lap with your hand in his hair. One of you was always using the other’s shoulder as a pillow in History of Magic.

For two who constantly insisted that they were only friends, it seemed as if Sirius made it his life’s mission to have a physical connection with you. But it wasn’t like Sirius never touched anyone else. He was constantly tackling and hugging James, Peter and Remus. He got into physical altercations with the Slytherins almost weekly. Sirius dealt with his feelings physically. 

You suppose that that’s why you found yourself in your current situation: tucked under Sirius’ arm, your back against his bare chest, in his bed, under covers. Nothing had happened. You were fully dressed and Sirius had on comfy shorts. But to the outside eye with the briefest of looks, it was a very compromising position. And the outside eyes of James would lead to a mess of a rumor. 

Leading up to waking up in Sirius’ arms, you had been studying with him in his dorm. He was prideful and therefore hated when he had to ask for help with an assignment. He had asked you because he knew that you wouldn’t tease him about it. Even better, you wouldn’t tell anyone about it. You were good with keeping secrets and telling people to mind their own business with choice words. Because of his pride, the studying had to be done somewhere other than the library or common room. So that’s how you ended up in his dorm.

After two hours of studying, Sirius had announced that he needed a break. He got up and went into the bathroom. You started putting things away, essentially taking his declaration as a hint to leave. Your assumption was reinforced when Sirius emerged, shirtless with the comfy shorts. He climbed into his bed and watched as you finished putting your things away and turned for the door.

“You’re leaving?” he had asked.

“Yes?”

“Come nap with me.”

You bite the inside of your lip, considering the situation. You were pretty sure that you were going to end up napping in your own dorm anyway, so what was the harm of napping here? It wasn’t like you hadn’t slept near Sirius before; it just was never in his bed, with him. 

“Yeah, sure,” you had said, putting your bag down. 

He held up the blanket in front of him so you could slide in. It didn’t take long for you to get comfortable. The bed smelled deeply of Sirius, which was never a bad thing. Even fully dressed, you could feel warmth radiating off of him as he pressed his body into yours. It was nothing short of comfortable. Sleep took you quickly with Sirius’ slow breathing matching yours. 

You both were asleep when James walked into the dorm. His day had been fairly plain until that moment. Usually, he didn’t give a second look to Sirius’ bed, especially if he was in it, even more so if there was someone else in it. It was never his business. Until he saw your bag on the floor next to Sirius’ desk. He nearly let out a squeal when he saw your face. He was back out of the dorm in seconds, booking it to the common room.

“I called it!” he bragged to Remus and Peter.

“Called what?” Peter asked, not looking up from the chess board.

“Y/N and Sirius.”

Remus snorted a laugh. “They aren’t.”

“Then why are they in Sirius’ bed? Naked.”

Remus and Peter’s faces snapped to James with a smug look on his face. Then they both get up and sprint up the stairs. James just waits. They return quickly, expressions an equal mix of amusement and horror. 

“I did not see that coming,” Remus muttered.

“You only deny dating that fervently when the feelings are there,” James said knowingly. 

“How long do you think it’s been?” Peter asked. “How long have they been hiding it from us?”

Naturally, by the time you wake up, the entirety of the common room believes you and Sirius are dating. You gently lift Sirius’ arm off you so you can get up. As soon as you pull away, he grumbles, still half asleep.

“Where’re you going?”

“Getting up. I have assignments of my own to do.”

“But you’re so warm,” he moans.

You roll your eyes despite knowing he won’t see since his eyes are still shut.

“You know what else is warm?” you ask, grabbing a quilt from Remus’ bed. “More blankets.”

You lay the quilt over Sirius and tuck him in.

“Not the same…”

“You’ll survive,” you say.

You grab your back and leave the dorm. You head to yours, avoiding the common room completely but coming face-to-face with all of your roommates. 

“You’re dating Sirius Black?” Mary accuses as soon as you walk through the door.

“No?” you say taken aback. 

“We don’t believe you.”

You give the group a quizzical look.

“You were in his bed, naked?” Lily says, really only questioning the ‘naked’ part.

“I was not!”

“Naked or in his bed?”

You hesitate before saying, “Naked.”

“So you were in his bed,” Marlene gushes. “Do tell more.”

You put your bag down on your desk and sit on your bed. The cost of being Sirius’ friend was defining said friendship to your other friends. 

“We were studying. He got tired, decided to take a nap and asked me to join him. We napped. I was fully clothed,” you gesture to your wrinkled clothes, “the whole time. He was shirtless but he had on bottoms!”

“So you’re sleeping together now, huh,” Marlene says with a glint in her eye.

You groan. “For the love of Merlin, do not phrase it like that!”

“You’re saying there was no shagging?” Mary asks.

“No shagging. No kissing. No inappropriate touching. Just two friends cuddling.”

The girls don’t say anything.

“Friends can cuddle, right?” The girls remain silent. “Right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Lily says, giving you a sympathetic smile. 

Sirius was having a similar conversation in his own dorm. James had spotted you crossing from the boys’ stairs to the girls’. He grabbed Remus and Peter and the group went to confront Sirius.

“So, Padfoot, when were you going to tell us?” James says casually as they enter the room.

“Is that my quilt?” Remus asks, eyes going wide. He was making horrid assumptions about the activities that might have gone down and he felt the need to burn it.

“Tell you what?” Sirius groans, sitting up. He immediately pulls the quilt higher and leans into it. It was warm. 

“About your new girlfriend,” James answers. “Although, I suppose, we don’t know how new she actually is.”

“Don’t have a girlfriend…” Sirius says. “Who’s spreading rumors now?”

“Damn, you sleep with your dear friend and you’re not calling her your girlfriend?” Peter asks, shocked. 

Confusion and then realization flash across Sirius’ face. “Y/n?”

“Yeah, caught on, have you?” James asks with a grin.

“Yeah, we’re not dating. As for sleeping with, we napped. Cuddling, you know.”

“No shenanigans?” Remus asks tentatively.

“No shenanigans,” Sirius confirms. 

James and Peter share an unconvinced look.

“Hey, friends can cuddle.” A beat. “Friends can cuddle, right?”

“Usually they keep their clothes on…” Peter mumbles and Sirius falls backwards into his pillows. 

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James, Remus and Peter didn’t help quell the rumors they had started so you and Sirius made a habit of individually assuring people that friends can cuddle and that’s all you were. This, of course, was done without talking to each other. Not talking was helped by you both trying to avoid each other. You don’t talk until the evening before the test that you had been helping Sirius study for. He was freaking out on the inside. So he approaches you feeling more nervous than he had in a while.

“Study buddy?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah. Give me one sec, I’ll meet you up there.”

He nods and heads to his dorm. You had been working on an essay for a different class so you had to clean up your stuff. With the distance the two of you put between you, the rumors had lessened, but now you worried they would only be refueled as you went up the boys’ stairs. As you climbed said stairs, you began to question yourself. Mainly, if ‘friends’ was all you and Sirius were. You had never minded his touching and the naps and the cuddles and the hugs and the piggyback rides and the hand holding. It only fueled the secret crush you had on him. You knew so many girls liked him and you cherished your friendship so much. You wouldn’t dare say anything. 

Yes, you won’t say anything. You decide on that. Until you open the door and see him sitting on his bed, waiting for you. 

“Friends can cuddle, right?” 

The question flies out of your mouth before you can stop it. Sirius stares at you for a moment. Then he gets up and walks toward you. He puts his hands on your shoulders to hold you at arms’ length.

“I asked the boys the same question.”

“Are we friends?”

“Yes.”

“And we did cuddle.”

“Correct.”

Your next question, you already don’t want to ask it. But you need to. It needs to be asked. It’s burning as it rests on the tip of your tongue. You squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to see his reaction when you ask it.

“Is friends all we are?”

There’s silence. Sirius’ grip on your shoulder only gets stronger. You’re about to open your eyes when something touches your face. His nose? Then his lips meet yours. You don’t open your eyes until he pulls back. The kiss only lasted a second. You don’t know what to say or how to react. So you stare at him, your mouth open in surprise.

“Was that okay?” he breathes, his face still close to yours.

“Yeah,” is all you can bring yourself to say.

“Then friends is not all we are.”

[ddejavvu]

Omg could we get another part of animagus cat reader and Sirius? Maybe they’re napping together and the boys try to take cat reader as a joke/because they’re curious while she’s sleeping and she suddenly transforms back as they pick her up LOL. Sirius is grumpy to be woken up/have their special time now exposed hehe

part 1

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Sirius's bedcurtains are drawn, a clear sign that James and Remus should grant him some privacy.

Unfortunately, James Potter has never been one to take hints, and Remus strictly stays out of their shenanigans. It's only when James gasps with the entire capacity of his lungs that Remus peers curiously over at the bed in the corner, intrigue piqued when he finds a newly familiar form curled up on Sirius's chest.

"That cat!" James hisses, and he's particularly lucky that Sirius is laying on his side with your chin nuzzled over his ear, or the boy would have heard him. Instead, it's you that wakes, eyes blinking open wide as you stare at the men staring back down at you.

"Hi, darling," Remus hums softly, reaching out a tentative, scarred hand to hover it near your nose. You don't need any time for inspection before butting your head up against the heel of his palm, and he grants you a warm chuckle and scratches behind your ears. When you're not transformed, the feeling of someone toying with your hair is entirely unwelcome. But now you lean into Remus's touch, slumping relaxed once more over Sirius's ear.

"Stop hogging her," James urges, sticking his own hand less ceremoniously beneath your nose, "I want a turn."

Remus concedes with an exasperated grimace, but lets James take over anyways. He's lucky that you're you and he doesn't even know it, because if he'd tried petting any other cat by jamming his fingers into their neck, he'd be walking away with several scratch marks on his arms. But you forgive him as he tries petting you too similarly to how he pets Sirius in the man's own animagus form, all riling strokes and heavy-handed pats. You let out a soft mewl of protest when he tries picking you up, and Remus mutters something about you being the most patient cat in the world.

"Just leave her alone, James," Remus warns his friend, "Her patience is gonna wear out."

He listens for only a second, then decides he knows best.

"S'alright, Moony," He promises his friend, over-confident and too eager for affection he hasn't earned yet, "She's layin' all over Sirius, clearly wants a cuddle. You snooze, you lose, now it's my turn."

James's hand slides to your underbelly, an area you're not fond of being handled at in this form. Annoyance surges through you, prickling at your fur and making you long for the smooth expanse of your human skin again, an urge that you give into without much thought when James tries prying you off of Sirius's face.

There's a lot of noises at once. A pained yelp from Sirius, when you form suddenly weighs a lot heavier on him than it was when you'd laid down. A 'woah!' from James as your fur gives way to soft skin beneath his hands which he quickly retracts. A soft gasp from Remus who hadn't been expecting the rather unpleasant sound of transforming between bodies.

Two sets of eyes regard you with incredulity, and one blinks slowly beneath you, laden with drowsiness.

"It's you," James breathes, an air of amazement in his voice that shouldn't be there; after all, he's an animagus as well. Surely he should have noticed shifty behavior or a change in mannerisms from you. All of a sudden your preference for Sirius's softer, fluffy sweaters makes sense.

"Yes, it's me." You huff exasperatedly, perched precariously on Sirius's once-sleeping form. He's not pushing you off but you're sure it's not comfortable, so you slide yourself in front of him instead, easing back against him and letting him spoon you.

"Cat's out of the bag," Sirius rasps sleepily beside your ear, and you don't have to look at him to know he's grinning at his rather pitiful joke, "Did he try to pick you up?"

"Right around the stomach," You gripe, glaring at James while Sirius wraps his arm around the very portion of your body you'd just forbidden James from touching, "Like a toddler."

"For the record," Remus calls, "I was nice to you."

"I was nice too!" James gawps, "I just wanted a cuddle."

"Get your own girlfriend," Sirius drawls lazily, his face buried against the back of your head, and maybe it's a biting statement considering one Lily Evans is still firmly opposed to the presence of James in her life. Sirius knows, and amends it, "Or crawl into Moony's bed. I don't care, "Jus' keep your hands off m'girl."

[ma1dita]

healing touch

'between certainties and doubts' installment & part of the mean!remus agenda, aka a moment from a terrifyingly convoluted teenage situationship between remus lupin and an unidentified Hogwarts student (x fem!reader) wc: 2k  a/n: there’s a lot of him that needs healing, but remus has got to start somewhere. MDNI! this is very much touchy-feely smut, protected p in v, cockwarming… feel free to send requests for them!

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It’s the sound of the front door rattling off the hinges that wakes Remus from his nap on the couch. Rain is pouring down in heavy sheets outside—falling against the downspout like strikes of lightning.

And then you’re coming through the threshold of his house in a vision of white light, backlit with the sounds of roaring thunder. He rubs at his eyes slowly to see a much better ending to the romcom he fell asleep to earlier. Toeing off your rainboots and shaking your umbrella off in the foyer, you see he’s nestled against his mother’s throw pillows with the TV casting a glow over his tired face—the only light in the dark room.

“Hey,” you coo, shuffling onto the worn carpet that looks like it’s seen better days. Rainwater drips down your face and he blinks up at you because for a moment he finds himself worried that you’re a dream he’s about to wake up from.

“You’re soaked, lovie,” he slurs, voice scratchy with sleep, “Told you not to come up here in this weather.” But still, he tugs at the denim that’s stuck to your body like a coat of paint, the damp seeping through the new cracks in his skin that’s bandaged poorly. It hurts to touch you, but he doesn’t falter, not even for a second.

“It was barely a ten minute walk up the hill, Rem. Wanted to see you,” you mutter, caging your legs over him, afraid of being too much for him to hold onto in his moment of respite, “your mum feeling better? She upstairs?”

He pulls you onto his lap in an effort to warm you up. 

“At work. Been too long without you,” he mumbles, nuzzling into your touch when you brush his hair out of his eyes. 

“It was only three days, baby. Care for a cuddle?” 

You press soft kisses along his jaw until his lips chase after yours, lazy but with intention. He mutters against your lips incoherently, half sleep and half desire, “Want more than a cuddle, lovely girl.”

You gasp, pretending to be scandalized, then laughing at the grin that grows on Remus’s face, “But I’m all wet!”

“N’that the point?”

You smack his face lightly and he closes his eyes and massages your hips, trying to memorize every bump and curve. Remus opens them again when you start to stand up.

“Gonna change. I’m stealing your clothes.”

“Gonna take ‘em off anyway, silly thing,” he smiles, throwing an arm over his eyes at the flash of lightning that comes through the window. He hears you scoff, and then you’re on your feet, slinging your bag over your shoulder and walk off. Remus listens to you move through his house like it’s your own. His mind wanders in the short moments that you’re gone—the sound of a jar hitting the kitchen table, soft pads of your feet going up the stairs, and the creak of his bedroom door. The familiarity you have with his home is as close as it gets to the real thing, he thinks.

And without meaning to, he basks in it, just for a short while.

Trying not to doze off, his brain spirals into thoughts of you—how this…thing would be if it were anymore real than this. The idea is fleeting, but like chasing smoke it comes and goes, without his permission. All he can do is lay there and take the blow. Blinking at the shifting weight on the couch, you’ve come back down the steps in a ratty t-shirt of his and not much else. He smiles, looking surprised even though he was already expecting you.

Remus groans as you settle upon his lap and every bone in his body is aching right now---but he won't dare push you away. He'll gladly carry the weight, and he does, his fingers grasping as much skin of yours that he can—thumbing through the softest parts of your thighs and traveling up past the seat of your underwear, squeezing the flesh of your ass and tugging you where he aches most, now hard and filled with the need for you to kiss him better.

“So now you’re awake, huh?”

“S’like being brought back to life. C’mere,” the sound of his voice comes out muffled as he’s plopped his face between your clothed tits and takes a deep breath of you through worn cotton.

“You sure about this?”

A small foil wrapper is dangling between your fingertips like a prize, swinging in his view like a pendulum of pent up desire—he kisses the hand that holds it, and then nods, “Think it might cure me, actually.” There’s a mischievous grin on your boy’s face now—revitalized just by having you here and your heart skips an extra beat.

Looking at him closely, there’s a new scratch on his cheek about the size of your palm. When you graze it, he grimaces.

“What happened here?”

Remus is already pushing down his joggers and shrugs his shoulders like it doesn’t matter to him anymore. His cock is standing upright, a single bead of precum leaking onto the shaft and trailing down the vein that covers it. There’s much more interest in how heavy it feels resting against your stomach and the idea of fitting so snugly within you is on the forefront of his mind.

“Nicked myself with mum’s garden shears. Tried to fix the trellis out back while she was sick,” Remus mutters. His thick lashes hide the green of his eyes that look anywhere other than your face right now, bandaged hands scrunching up the shirt that adorns your body, to focus on now instead of his few days without you.

“And this?”

Your hips are moving slowly over his cock, moisture from your underwear slicking up the sides and he shudders, eyes fluttering back open when you grasp his chin. Your other hand is holding his poorly bandaged one, pressing soft lips against his injured skin.

“Uh…Had a…” he swallows dryly, “duel against a carrot for the stew a few nights ago. Got me good.”

“Who won?” 

The deadpan expression he gives you is your answer, and he reaches around to smack your ass.

“Clumsy boy. Must’ve been a nightmare growing up.”

Remus laughs stiffly, only remembering how to breathe after he feels your fingers roll the condom onto his cock. Your movements are languid like falling sand in an hourglass. Pulling your panties aside, your eyes lock onto his, shifting slowly like you have all the time in the world—everything else doesn’t matter when you’re here. Not the full moon, not the uncertain future; he has you in his hold and Remus doesn’t feel so empty for once. Sinking onto him, neither do you—the friction beckons him to fill you up in the way that only he can, in the way that only he has.

You are his. 

This is a fact that neither of you want to admit, for very different reasons—but as you begin to rock back and forth on his length, bucking your hips to feel all of him, it feels like an unspoken agreement. It doesn’t need words, though if you could find them, they come out in hushed sighs and tender touches. A caress of your breast, and you leaning down to let him cage yourself against his chest. You kiss it through his shirt, damp with sweat as he hugs you close. 

His heartbeat pulses under the touch of your lips. This isn’t lust anymore, this is…

“My love…my lovely girl…” he gasps, finding the strength to plant his feet onto the couch cushion that is swallowing you both the more you move.

“Rem…mmh! Yes!”

He’s thrusting up into your sopping hole, the squelch proving to be music to his ears. You’re gripping onto his biceps, leaving marks of your own on his skin, the ones left by the moon long forgotten.

“So good to me…Want to be with you all the time.”

Remus is needier than usual, more candid in the way the words slip off his tongue. You groan into his neck, hips stuttering over his and the discord of your efforts—the feeling of you both crashing into that crest has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You like it when I take care of you?” 

The words come out in a whine, sending shockwaves to his brain and he can’t do anything but hang on to the base of your scalp to see your face. He can’t do without looking at you anymore—can’t forget you now that he has you. There’s a white hot sensation that runs through his core the more he buries himself into you, and it almost feels like he could walk to the ends of the earth despite it being a day after the full moon.

Remus would do anything—especially since you feel this good.

“That’s my girl, that’s it…” he huffs, rubbing your back as you convulse. Your pussy tightens dramatically as you come down from the high; watching your pleasure makes him spill into the condom with a final groan.

Life resumes again when you open your eyes and push up on his chest.

“Feel better?”

The both of you start laughing like this is normal—perhaps for the both of you it is. Propping yourself onto your knees, you almost topple back onto him when he doesn’t let go of your waist.

“Wait…” he whispers, closing his eyes. Birds chirp outside the window and you notice the rain finally stopped. “You okay? Too much?”

It’s inexplicable to him how happy he’s been since you came into his life this summer and much more confusing to him that you haven’t left. Here you are, sat on his softening cock, and still looking at him with such care that can’t be labelled. It’d be a dishonor to you if he gets it wrong, he thinks, and this can’t last forever, but for now…

“Stay a bit longer.”

His hands press down on your back so you can lay on his chest, and with it comes a kiss that fills you with something much deeper than how he is now. You want to hold onto this and everything that comes with Remus Lupin for as long as you can.

Later, Mrs. Lupin opens the door to see you both asleep on the couch and tucked under a blanket. The sound of an opening window makes you stir.

“Sorry to wake you dear, want to stay for dinner?”

Nodding sleepily, you get up from the couch with a smile. She recognizes her son’s joggers tied tight around your hips and the t shirt he got from when she dragged him to volunteer at church.

“Glad you’re feeling better! Left some tiger balm on the kitchen table for you to not feel sore,” you say through a yawn. Squeezing you into a hug, she tosses a throw pillow at her son, who groans and rubs at his eyes. When you’re in the bathroom, they speak in hushed tones.

“Remus John, I swear to God if you get her pregnant—”

“Mam! No, not—” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “We’re…safe.” The look of relief on the older woman’s face is her response. Turning to pull ingredients from the fridge, she continues, “Is she your girlfriend now?”

Her son shrugs, taking a seat at the kitchen table, “Something like that. Probably a bad idea,” he mumbles. Hope hits him with a towel, the thwack against his arm making him wince, “And why is that? I like her for you!” The sound of the toilet flushing down the hall makes them pause, and Remus’s fists clench uncomfortably. The reality is that he doesn’t have to say anything for his mother to understand, and there’s a weight in the silence that follows. 

Remus grabs the tin of salve you left on the table and opens it with care. There’s a lot of him that needs healing.

He has to start somewhere.

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[daenysx]

hii dae, for the cinnamon girl sleepover, can i get 1pm with poly!marauders?

1.00 PM | POLY!MARAUDERS

"a nap sounds so good right now." sirius tells you as you hand him his cup of coffee. "you, me, the bed. tempting enough, my angel?"

"you woke up 2 hours ago, siri." you kiss his cheek with a smirk. "i'm not sure that's how taking a nap works."

sirius is supposed to get some stuff done from home today. well, he tries. the air is chilly, you are warm with remus's sweater hanging on your arms, and somehow the coffee makes him sleepy. he blinks his eyes open, the documents on his laptop need some attention.

you are free for the day and it's a nice feeling. you decide to watch sirius working, he looks adorable with his furrowed brows. your book lingers in your hands, your boyfriend is more interesting than it even when he stays still.

remus walks into the apartment with grocery bags in his hands. "welcome back, handsome." you call for him. it takes him a few minutes to leave the bags to kitchen and his jacket to the room. he comes to your side of the couch after washing his hands.

"hi, dove." he whispers, giving you a good kiss on your hair. you cup his cool cheeks to kiss him back.

"you're distracting me." sirius tends to be grumpier when he doesn't get any motivation kisses apparently.

remus thankfully gets the hint and settles down on the couch. he wraps a long arm around sirius's shoulders, pulls him close. sirius accepts the affection with parted lips and half open eyes.

"jamie says he'll be at home in like 15 minutes." you let them know, typing a quick reply to your boyfriend at the same time.

"we gotta make lunch." remus turns to you. "he'll be hungry."

james is always hungry after his training.

you nod, getting up from your spot to prepare something. remus follows you, leaving sirius to his work or whatever he's doing on his laptop. you can hear sirius's groans, don't leave me here alone.

the unlocked door reveals a gorgeous boy with almost wet curls and an oversized sweater on his broad chest. james walks in, his smile huge, his arms already open for you.

"you smell so nice." you say, his scent lingers in your air as you keep hugging him.

"got a shower before i left the gym." he says.

"you must be hungry." you tuck a curl behind his ears, the urge to feed him and take care of him runs wild in your chest. "come, remus's making lunch."

james nods with a tired but an energetic smile on his lips. at this point, there's no way sirius will keep working. you all share the kitchen table to eat something, the compliments for remus's cooking skills and sirius's cheeky kisses on james's neck follow.

cinnamon girl sleepover ♡

[kingstarkingslay]

🛏️ Unhinged Things Sirius Does When Remus Is Sick

Acts like Remus has the plague for exactly two minutes. Wears a scarf around his nose like a Victorian doctor, calls it “protection against your werewolf germs,” then immediately forgets and kisses Remus on the mouth.

Demands to know which specific germ infected him. Names it Gregory the Foul and writes a diss track about it on parchment. Remus reads it while half-delirious with fever and gives it a 4/10.

Brings soup. Taste-tests it every five seconds. Burns tongue. Demands sympathy. “I got hurt making you better,Remus. This is a shared trauma now.”

Tries to fluff Remus’s pillow but ends up accidentally punching him in the head. Apologizes by reading him weirdly sensual poetry until Remus begs for mercy.

Knits him a “comfort scarf.” It is six feet long, misshapen, contains a cigarette burn, and one end has a loop "so it can hold hands with itself when you’re not around." Sirius is very proud.

Keeps trying to “absorb the sickness into his own body through the power of love.” This involves lying on top of Remus and chanting, “I am your chosen vessel.”

Remus says he’s cold. Sirius immediately attempts to set the curtains on fire “for warmth.” No one is surprised.

Spends an hour making a dramatic handwritten schedule titled “Recovery Ritual: Sir Lupin’s Glorious Rise From the Ashes.” Includes slots like “Cuddle Nap (mandatory),” “Affirmation Hour,” and “Popsicle Meditation.”

Tries to enforce complete silence for “healing ambiance,” then proceeds to loudly stub his toe, yell at a chair, hum a Bowie song, drop six spoons, and trip over the cat.

Refuses to let Remus lift a finger. “Your only job is to breathe and look beautiful.” Spoons Remus while shouting “I AM YOUR HEATED BLANKET.”

Tucks him in like twelve times. Each tuck has its own speech.

“This one’s for warmth. This one’s for loyalty. This one’s for how hot you look even with a fever—”

Sneaks a thermometer under Remus’s tongue while he’s sleeping. Stares at it like it’s a horcrux. Tells it to “be kind.”

Hears one cough and immediately goes, “Do we need to go to St. Mungo’s? Do we need to summon Dumbledore? Do we need to call James?” Remus: “I need you to sit down.”

Draws little faces on the medicine bottles so Remus won’t be scared of them. One of them is named “Captain Antibiotic.” Another is “Lord Syrupicus.” They have a whole backstory.

Accidentally drinks Remus’s cough potion thinking it’s pumpkin juice. Starts floating six inches above the floor. Blames Remus for “having mysterious, sexy liquids around.”

Keeps a journal called “The Illness Logs” where he records every cough, sneeze, and emotional micro-expression. Writes dramatic entries like:

Day 3. He looked at me. His eyes said ‘kill me’ but his soul whispered ‘kiss me instead.’

Falls asleep ON Remus. Snores directly into his ear. Smells like eucalyptus and desperation. Remus gives up and lets it happen.

[ynscrazylife]

seekers get stitches (poly!marauders x slytherin!seeker!reader)

In your opinion, the Marauders are arseholes. They were tolerable as first years, even as second years, but was they grew up, they only got more annoying as their pranks got bigger and bigger. It doesn’t help that they seem to hate all Slytherins, which is the house you belong to. You understand that yes, many of the students have given the house a bad name, but it’s not all of you! Yet somehow, you frequently ended up on the unfortunate end of many of their pranks.

Now, you’ve had the chance to stand up to them, being the Seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch Team this season. James is the Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, giving the Marauders even more of a reason to dislike you. James and Sirius even go as far as to hang around during your team’s practice time, booing you or making jokes at your expense from the stands.

Well, it’s the semi-finals. Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. Whoever wins this will go up against Ravenclaw for this year’s Quidditch Cup. Everyone is talking about this game — Remus even put his book down to pay attention. Both teams’ chasers have been scouring points, but the crowd’s eyes are locked onto you and James. You can feel hundreds of stares lasered on your back as you race around the pitch. When you finally spot the golden blur of the snitch, you don’t think twice before racing towards it. James follows you and soon, you’re quite literally neck and neck.

“Just give up now, Y/LN! You’re not gonna catch it,” James yells over the wind.

His words vaguely register in your mind, but you don’t pay attention. Everything is riding on this. You’ll either return to the common room as your house’s hero to pat on the back or their villain to torment.

“What, no comeback?” James prods.

You grunt, stretching your hands out. The snitch’s wings flutter against your fingertips. You lean forward as far as possible, one shaky hand remaining on the broom, you’re so close.

But so is James. His hand joins yours. Curse his tall stature, you think. It’s just not fair!

You swear you’re about to have it in your hand when—a bludger beams your shoulder, knocking you sideways and directly into James. The snitch flies away as the both of you fall, tumbling straight towards the ground. Lights out.

//

When you open your eyes, you find the faces of a couple friends staring back down at you. They tell you that you’re in the hospital wing after a Quidditch accident, with a dislocated shoulder, a concussion, and a broken ankle. Madame Pomfrey used a spell to set your shoulder, but you still need to stay in bed and take potions for your injuries, requiring a longer stay here.

“Who caught the snitch?” You ask, the memories hazy.

“I did.”

You turn your head, only to see James Potter lying in the bed next to you. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin are sitting by him and they wave. James’ nose, arm, and leg are all bandaged up.

“Caught it right before you knocked into me,” James elaborates.

Your stomach churns, realizing why only your friends are here and not your team. You lost the game for them, they must be disappointed.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, unsure of what you’re supposed to say to that.

“Don’t be, it’s the bludger’s fault. James is just being difficult,” Remus says, waving his hand. Out of the three of them, he’s definitely the nicest.

//

As the days go on, Sirius and Remus are there every day. Your friends aren’t. They visit a couple more times, then they stop. They’re busy, they have classes, you understand. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. Oftentimes, you end up accidentally listening to the Marauders’ conversations. James gives Sirius and Remus his plans for pranks, the other two update them on what’s going on around the castle.

They visit a lot.

One afternoon, you wake up from a nap to find them visiting again, though, and talking about you.

“Isn’t it weird that her friends barely visit her?”

“Haven’t seen her team around either. Thought Slytherins cared about their own.”

“Must suck for her.”

“Yeah.”

Your nap wasn’t particularly good, with the uncomfortable mattress and scratchy sheets. You open your eyes, frowning at the trio, in a bad mood. “You know, I don’t need your pity,” you say.

Three heads snap towards you, all looking like deer in headlights (you have no clue that for James, it’s truer than you think).

“It’s not - we’re not pitying you. It’s, uh, empathy,” Sirius rushes to cover them.

You roll your eyes. “Uh-huh,” you say, not believing him. You shake your head, tired of lying in this bed and being in pain and having the three of them sit next to you day after day after day. You decide you’re done here, your arm’s in a sling, your ankle’s almost 100% healed, it’s fine.

You throw the blanket aside, standing up, only to stumble. It’s not your ankle, it’s your head. Damn concussion.

“Woah, woah,” Remus says, both him and Sirius getting up to approach you. “You should sit back down.”

“I’m fine,” you say stubbornly, taking a couple more unbalanced steps only for Sirius to grasp at your arm.

“Come on, don’t make us tell Pomfrey on you, it’d really hurt my reputation,” Sirius says, smiling.

You snatch your arm away, anger flaring up. “Like I give a bloody hell about your reputation!” You exclaim.

“Hey, what’s the problem?” Sirius asks, putting his hands up.

“My problem? You guys are the ones who have a problem with me! You’re always asses to me, then you talk about me behind my back . . . I don’t even see why you care where I go or what I do. I’m a Slytherin, remember?” You say.

That quiets the Marauders. They’re not sure how to respond because, well, you’re right. Slytherins are easy to hate, so they hate them.

“Y/L/N, back in bed.”

Crap. It’s Pomfrey. You sigh and do what he says. The Marauders don’t say anything else.

//

After a couple more days, James is out of the hospital wing, managing to talk Pomfrey into releasing him. You’re still stuck there, as the concussion’s giving you trouble.

It’s lonely without their chatter. As much as they annoy you, you miss it. You miss them. Just a little bit. When they’re not hating on Slytherins, they’re . . . Nice. Fun.

It’s just your luck that they come around again, to visit you.

“Hey,” James says, Remus and Sirius behind you.

You huff. “Hi,” you say, making a tight line with your lips. What are they doing here? They don’t care.

“We wanted to see how you were doing and, uh, talk, if we can?” Remus says, politely smiling at you.

“If it’s more bullshit on pitying me—” you start.

“It’s not. We don’t like Slytherins, okay?” Sirius says, pulling up a chair and sitting down next to you. James and Remus follow.

You take a breath and stare, waiting for the explanation.

“A lot of them believe in all the Death Eater shit,” James says.

“But not all,” you point out.

James nods. “Not all. But we’re pranksters. We prank Slytherins because it’s easy. We also prank other houses but you’re right, we like to target Slytherins. There’s no reason for that other than that we can. It’s-it’s easy to not like them. To convince ourselves that they deserve it. For you, it was easy to . . . To not like you, either. Quidditch rivalry, right? But you have a point. We shouldn’t . . . We shouldn’t be so, ah, mean to all of them. The ones who aren’t into the Death Eater shit,” he explains.

You’re a bit surprised, a bit suspicious. Is this really the truth?

“Not so easy to convince yourself anymore, is it?” You ask.

“No, it’s not,” Sirius affirms.

“We brought cards,” Remus offers, taking a deck out of his pockets. “Figured you were pretty bored in here.”

“Prove it to me that you’re being honest, then I’ll think about playing cards with you,” you say, putting on a brave face. You have no clue that if they’ll actually do it or not.

But they agree to your terms. They start being real, not targeting random Slytherins. They stop being mean.

Eventually, you do agree to play cards with them. You’re almost out of the hospital wing, too. In fact, it’s your last night there, you’ve just beat them all in the game, when you decide to ask them why. What compelled them to come seek you out after James got out of the hospital wing, if not just feeling bad?

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sirius asks, grinning. “We’ve all fallen for you, love.”

That sparks the start of something new for the four of you.

[sunskisser]

okay | r.l.

a/n: for my academically burnt out girlies (can you tell i’m one of them😭)

tw: fluff

remus lupin x reader

Remus quietly padded down into the common room, unsurprised to find you seated at the table with parchments and books scattered around you.

There was a puddle of drool spreading from where your face rested against a book, fast asleep. Remus internally winced; there was no way that was a comfortable position for your neck.

He gently brushes the tips of his fingers against your hairline and you immediately jolt awake, almost knocking his arm in the process.

You raise your hands to rub your eyes with slowed movements, the exhaustion lining your features painfully obvious. You turn to him, befuddled, before realising who it is and softening.

You looked adorable, mussed up hair and wide-eyed. It had Remus thinking about how it would feel to wake up to the sight for the rest of his life. “How long have you been up for, dove?”

He flattens his palms onto your shoulder blades, needling pressure into the tense muscles with his thumbs. You melt under his touch, your shoulders slumping. “Not very long,” you lie.

“It’s 4am, baby. You’ve been studying all night, haven’t you?”

You draw your bottom lip between your teeth, letting out a soft sigh. “Yeah… I guess. But I have to, there’s still three more chapters I’m not done revising. I just need more coffee.”

“The last thing you need right now,” Remus mutters as he lets go of your shoulders and lowers himself into a chair beside you, “is coffee. You need to get some rest, sweetheart. You’re not gonna be able to remember anything when you’re this tired.”

He uses his foot to push your chair around till you’re facing him. You reach for him immediately, sleepy movements causing you to lay your arms, bundled up, in his lap. Bemusedly, he takes your hands and starts to rub circles into your wrists.

“But I’m not tired,” you argue, though your eyelids look like they’re physically weighing you down. You’re blinking so forcefully Remus thinks it would generate enough energy to power a light bulb. “I just took a power nap and I’m good now.”

“That’s not enough, dove. It’s late, and you’re gonna be fucked up tomorrow. You need proper rest.”

“Do I?”

“You do.”

Your face is lovably scrunched up now, and Remus can’t tell if you’re trying to challenge him or if your brain really is that fuzzy.

He moves to gather your materials and you make a small noise of protest, dazedly shaking your head. “I can’t rest now, I need to finish studying first.”

You seem hardly able to track his movements, eyelids drooping shut every few seconds. “You can study tomorrow, sweetheart. You’ve studied enough for tonight.”

You huff, stubbornly staying put in your chair. Remus rises to his feet, tucking the stack of books in one arm before firmly pulling you up with the other. You stay silent, obviously annoyed but too exhausted to fight back.

He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as he leads you up the staircase to his dorm. The anxiety in your features is palpable, and he feels bad for worsening it. But he knows you, he knows you would never feel like you’ve studied enough. You’d work yourself to the bone if you had it your way, so it was up to him to make sure you didn’t.

“You look exhausted, baby,” he murmurs as he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead. You visibly soften, your expression morphing into one less rigid. “I am exhausted.”

“I know,” he concedes, pushing you onto the bed until you’re properly laying down. “You’re gonna do better with rest, trust me. You’re gonna be okay.”

You hum weakly in response, eyes fluttering shut as soon as your head hits the pillow. Even in your dazed state, your arms extend towards him.

Remus lets out a soft chuckle and climbs into the bed next to you, pulling the covers over the both of you.

You shuffle towards him, seeking his warmth. He wraps an arm around your middle and tugs till you’re snugly pressed up against each other, pecking a kiss to the soft skin beneath your eye. “I meant what I said, alright? Don’t worry about the test. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Okay,” you whisper, and he feels that last bit of uncertainty you had melt away as you deflate. Your words come out muffled as you move impossibly closer, snuggling your face into his chest. “Okay. G’night.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”