#sirius and remus would never get together

[hrrtshape]

a list of things from my marauders dr of what was real and what was just very intense fanon

starting off with the real ,

the forbidden forest was a hazard. centaurs were passive-aggressive. spiders were size of sleds. there was a vampire squat.

the dorms were messy as hell. this was not aestheticised masculine chaos. this was socks-in-the-ceilings, exploding cauldron fumes, stolen pork pies under beds, and at least one cursed object under every mattress.

although the girls WERE cleaner than the boys. gryffindor, as you can guess, was the winner of mess.

snape got pantsied at least one time per term.

i can't say that the slytherins were "scary" as in like the murderous, bout-to-call-you-a-slur way. just like. rich and quiet and deeply invested in almost-evil-things and staring contests. one of them had a toothpick in his mouth 24/7.

quidditch culture was cult-like. NOT cute. we had hazing rituals. there was an entire week where everyone in gryffindor had to wake up at dawn. it got weird. obviously.

filch was the devil. no explanation needed.

mary mcdonald was THAT girl......let me tell you that.

mcgonagall is......so terrifying sometimes.

sirius WAS attractive (both real in fanon and the source-material). except not in the ryan rossification pipeline. and he (worst of all) knew it. like a diva.

the castle was falling apart in every single nook and cranny. hogwarts was held up together by spite and mildew and unpaid labour. stone slabs creaked and stairs changed mid-step. and the plumbing was from 1066. the third floor corridors smelled like wet dogs and or chemicals.

toilets exploded during full moons. no i'm not elaborating. this was both a health and safety issue.

madam pomfrey was the only adult worth her pension.

remus was incredibly passive aggressive.

castle gossip was a closed-loop economy. the portraits spread 80% of it, house elves leaked the rest AND the teachers listened in.

hogsmeade was not cute.........more so lawless. a bunch of magical teenagers?? dropped into a village??? with one pub??? three joke shops??? zero adult supervision??? james got banned from zonko's. remus once got caught reading wizard erotica in public. i once fell asleep inside honeydukes and woke up during a robbery.

people shagged!!! in empty classrooms!!!!!!

and the fanon ,

no one was in their 'dark academia' era. everyone was in their can i pass this test and not die in potions era. no candles on windowsills. no dramatic readings. sirius tried to wear a scarf indoors and remus set it on fire.

sometimes the house rivalries got MEAN mean. east end pub brawl mean. slytherins would call gryffindors "serfs." gryffindors would call them "incest club." ravenclaws just hated everyone in general and hufflepuffs sold you out for snacks.

no, students did not get drunk off firewhisky and proceed to dance in the rain. they got drunk and threw up in the hallway and then had to clean it with a hungover using a sponge that sang old war ballads while a professor stood nearby tapping the ground with their foot.

(as much as i know (and i knew a lot)) there was no love triangle bullshit, no in the cw way at least. there were flings and awkward hand brushes and essay passed back and forth, sure. but no one was like...."i love him but he's dating my best friend and i'm torn between duty and desire." you're not helen of troy, you're fourteen. calm your tits.

no slytherin prince of darkness core poetic loners sadly. they were spreadsheet adjacent legacy brats. they had family rings. they carried walking sticks.

sirius was not an uwu babyboy. he hexed a teacher's wig off and barked at prefects in the halls.

(on the topic of sirius) he was not playing guitar. are you fucking serious. where did he plug it in?? the forbidden forest?? into mcgonagall's pension fund???

(and also sirius) he was not a punk anarchist let's put our thinking caps on for one second. he was rich and posh and sometimes miserable and he never bothered to fake that. but he didn't go around calling dumbledore a fascist. he called snape a dickhead or a cunt, sure, but then he moved on. the man wore a monogrammed cloak.

nobody used the astronomy tower for dates. cause girl. most times it smelled like bird shit.

no homoerotic tension during detentions. sorry, folks. they just got sweaty and miserable and said awful things about slughorn's trousers. no slowburn and no longer glances. just dust allergies and poorly veiled threats.

no one in their right minds called the marauders "the marauders." they had nicknames. in-jokes. but no one walked around like "oh, we're the marauders."

lily didn't hate james. that entire enemies-to-lovers timeline is revisionist propaganda!!!!! they were rivals, not enemies. she rolled her eyes at him, yes, bur she also asked him to help her carry books. and then he did. and she called him "potter" in the same tone you use for an overconfident scattered-brained golden retriever.

there was barely a music scene in hogwarts. this was a medieval castle, not empire records. the only radio we had was celestina warbeck and sometimes weird contraband muggleborns smuggled. did sirius once try to start a band? yes!! and everyone laughed.

[marauder-misprint]

'We were so drunk'

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

1.8k words

cw: lil angst, fluff, pining, no Y/N, scheming friends

It has been three weeks since you’ve been alone with Remus. Three weeks of ensuring that someone else was always with you and leaving with anyone to avoid being alone with him. You don’t think any of your friends notice. You think that you’re being nonchalant about it. But once you start cancelling more often, your friends, who did notice, start talking to each other about it. 

Before three weeks ago, you and Remus were close. Whenever the friend group got together, you ended up sitting next to him. It wasn’t uncommon for you to hang out with him alone, or in a smaller group. When everyone went out to a bar, you and Remus would end up going out for a smoke and staying outside to talk, rather than letting loose on the dancefloor. Remus was the guy you talked to the most.

And before three weeks ago, your friends had bets going on when you’d finally get together.  

“They can’t keep dancing around it,” Marlene had asserted to James, Lily, Sirius and Dorcas one evening over a month ago. “It’s painful to watch.”

“It’ll happen in their own time,” Lily sighed. 

“Can they speed it up though?” Sirius asked. “He needs to get laid.”

“Either by her or someone else. If you think she’s bad, try living with Remus,” James agreed. 

“Thin walls? I can hear her texting him until 3 a.m.,” Marlene said.

You have sent Remus maybe three texts in the past three weeks. James and Sirius would attest that living with Remus had someone gotten worse. Marlene and Dorcas couldn’t get a good read on you; they just know that you keep your distance from Remus now. 

You didn’t tell anyone what happened between you and Remus at James’ birthday party, but they assumed. You’d both been taking shots and enjoying strong cocktails. You uncharacteristically dragged Remus onto the dance floor and, well, you were all over each other. After a few songs, the two of you went out for a smoke and didn’t return into the bar. You ended up back at the boys’ flat. In Remus’ room, you practically melted into him in a flurry of hands roaming and lips meeting – for the first time, mind you. Some clothing littered his room’s floor, both your shirts and your skirt. Remus was touching you in ways he had never done before. But he kept his pants on. Even in a drunk stupor, he knew he couldn’t take advantage of you like that. Eventually the heat between you faded as he held you, laying in his bed. He mumbled sweet nothings to you that weren’t coherent, but they made you smile all the same. When his slow breathing featured the occasional soft snore, you peeled his arm from around your middle, put your clothes back on and snuck out of his flat and into yours across the hall. You didn’t see anyone, but they all knew where you had been. Your friends aren’t dumb. 

“They shagged, right?” Peter asks at a lunch that you and Remus both happen to be absent from. “That’s why they can’t look at each other?” (Okay, maybe your friends assumed more happened between you and Remus.)

“D’you think it was bad?” Marlene counters. 

“Rem’s no virgin,” James says, as if that actually answered Marlene’s question.

Lily laughs at her boyfriend. “And neither is she. Doesn’t mean it wasn’t bad.”

“It had to be bad,” Marlene says with a solemn nod. “Otherwise they’d be all over each other, not whatever the fuck they’re doing now.”

“You know, when I said he needs to get laid, I expected they’d get together afterwards,” Sirius says.

“We all did,” Dorcas says. 

“Are either of them… happy?” Mary asks, directing her question at the people who live with Remus or you. 

“No,” Dorcas, Marlene, James and Sirius all say at the same time. 

“Rem’s bloody miserable,” Peter says.

“She’s not… sunshine and rainbows,” Dorcas says. “But she’s also not crying into her tea.”

“So we’re doing something about this, right?” Lily asks, looking around the table and seeing her friends nod. “They need to talk, snog or shag again. They got to be fixed.”

While your friends schemed over their meals, you and Remus were none the wiser. 

---

The TV plays a cheesy sitcom as you eat crisps on the couch, still in your pajamas despite it being the middle of the afternoon. Marlene enters the flat, followed by Dorcas, Lily and Mary. The girls share a knowing look when they see you. None of them remember what your excuse for missing lunch was, but “couch time” certainly wasn’t it. 

“Not even dressed yet?” Lily asks with a motherly tone to her voice.

You hum, looking at the group. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“Au contraire, mademoiselle,” Dorcas says as she walks over to where you’re sitting. “Boys are hosting game night. And I know you have nothing planned so go shower. Get dressed. Then-” She winks at the girls behind her. “-we’ll pregame.” 

“I think I’ll stay sober,” you say. 

“Fine. But you’re coming with,” Marlene says. “So up you get. Your showers take like an hour.” 

You groan as Dorcas takes the bag of crisps from you and Lily and Marlene grab your hands to pull you up from your indented spot on the couch. You continue to groan loudly as Marlene continues to pull into your room and into your bathroom. She doesn’t let go of you until your feet hit the tile and she closes the door. 

“Shower! You reek!” she calls through the door before rejoining the girls, who’ve moved into the kitchen and put the kettle on. 

Over an hour later, you’ve brushed your teeth, showered, dried your hair, gotten dressed and gotten yourself presentable. You roll your eyes when the girls cheer at your emergence. 

“You lot are ridiculous. You know that, right?” you ask, pulling out a stool to sit at the breakfast bar. 

“And you’ve been kind of mopey lately,” Marlene retorts. “Did I or did I not have to drag you to your shower?” 

“Maybe I was trying something.”

“Trying to see what it takes for us to move out?” Dorcas replies with a smirk. “It’ll take a lot more than not showering for days.” 

You roll your eyes again. Mary hands you a cup of tea and the conversation returns to her latest date that was a trainwreck. It’s filled with affectionate teasing and genuine advice on how to find a better guy. You’re smiling and laughing with the girls before you know it. Despite saying that you’d be the sober one, you take a cup of Marlene’s cocktail of choice. You limit yourself to one cup and switch to water once it’s gone. 

Before long, it’s time to cross the hallways to the boys’ flat. They have snacks set out and drinks ready. Remus is shuffling two decks of cards together so everyone can play. Everyone gets settled in the living room and a game starts. Between card games, there are rounds of ‘Never Have I Ever,’ ‘Two Truths and a Lie’ and charades. After a second glass of water, you excuse yourself to use the bathroom. Out of habit, you head to the one in Remus’ room. 

You’re not gone for long before Sirius looks to Remus and asks, “Hey, Remus, I finished my pack earlier today. Can I bum a smoke?” 

“Yeah, sure. My pack’s just in my room,” he says, standing up. 

Sirius goes to follow Remus, but as soon as Remus enters his room, Sirius slams the door shut behind him. James wedges a chair under the doorknob, preventing the door from being able to open. 

Shocked, Remus pulls at the door to no avail. He groans and collapses on his bed. He didn’t know what they were up to, but it probably wasn’t good. But at least it was his room. There are worse places to be trapped. At least, he thinks that until the toilet flushes and the sound of running water briefly fills the air. You step out of the bathroom. You look at Remus, the closed door and back to Remus.

“Sorry. Old habits die hard,” you say, casually making a break for the door. 

“Don’t bother. They jammed it.”

“What? Why?” you gasp. 

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“Great,” you grumble, sitting down on the floor with your back pressed up against the door. You figure you’d feel when your friends removed the chair. 

A heavy silence fills the room as both of you look anywhere but at the other person. It occurs to you that this might be why the door is currently jammed. 

“I’m sorry,” Remus breathes after a while, breaking the silence. 

“Huh?” 

“For… you know, what… happened on James’ birthday?”

You shook your head. “Nothing to be sorry ‘bout. If anything, I should be apologizing to you.”

‘For leaving after I fell asleep?’ is what Remus wants to ask. He opts for “For what?” instead. Much less assuming. 

“Everything. Drinking too much, forcing you to dance with me, suggesting we dip. All of it.”

Remus shrugs, trying to force his face not to burn at the memory. He fully believes that his dancing abilities leave much to be desired. 

“Wasn’t too bad,” he mumbles.

You chuckle softly. “We were so drunk.”

The silence that comes next isn’t as heavy. It has a certain fondness to it. Remus watches you carefully from his spot on the bed for a minute before moving to sit on the floor. He’s close enough that if he wanted, he could reach out and touch you, but far enough that you still had space. 

“Is it true what they say? Drunk words are sober thoughts?” he asks as his heart tinges with hopefulness. He recalls whispering adoring words to you, and from what he feels, it’s a true statement. 

“I s’pose to an extent, yeah.”

“What about certain actions?”

You tilt your head, letting your eyes meet Remus’ honey brown ones.

“Like the ones where maybe you just needed some liquid courage,” he continues. 

“Like what happened on James’ birthday?” you ask with a voice barely above a whisper. 

“Yeah… like what happened…” His voice trails off as he suddenly finds his fidgeting fingers extremely interesting. 

After a few beats, you say, “I can’t say my dance moves were too sober, but… I liked being with you.”

Remus nods, still looking down at his hands. “I did too.”

Another beat passes. 

“So I didn’t make you feel obligated or anything?” you ask. 

Remus meets your gaze again with urgency flicking in his eyes. “No! Merlin’s beard, no!” Then he chucks semi-awkwardly. “Did I make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No!”

Remus slides closer to you so that your knees are touching. 

“So this-” He leans in and places the gentlest, feather-lightest, briefest of kisses on your lips. “-is okay?”

“Only if you do it again.”

Remus does. The second lasts longer than the first. It’s less light, only slightly less gentle. It’s still a far cry from James’ birthday, but it’s better than avoiding each other. 

And, you don’t care or notice when your friends remove the chair wedged in front of the door. You’re happy with where you are. 

Tags: @navs-bhat, @faceache111

[caslyra]

Prompt: brave, < 500 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

They were seventeen when the word friend began to feel  insubstantial to describe Remus. It wasn’t one big moment; it was countless small ones, stitched together. Remus indulging him when he, out of sheer boredom, kept making up fake prophecies, even though neither of them still took Divination. Throwaway comments, meaning nothing, and jokes that seemed harmless but were paired with a slow smile. Reaching out, leaning in, just a little, without realising. One night, Sirius fell asleep in Remus’ bed, no agenda, just too lazy to get up. He woke with Remus’ fingers loosely curled around his wrist. Strangely, he didn’t feel trapped. 

They were nineteen when the four-letter word plopped into the back of his head for the first time, sudden and uninvited. He didn't say it because it didn't matter. Other things were more important. Besides… it was just a word — meaningless, if it wasn't matched by actions. Unnecessary, complicated. That was what he told himself.

They were twenty-one when he made a mistake that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Because between darkness, and paranoia, and distance he convinced himself that the word was clouding his judgement, stopping him from seeing things clearly.

They were thirty-four when the word was overshadowed by another and other things that mattered more, that night. In that old shack that held so many memories. Friend. But that other word lurked, just out of reach but never truly gone.

They were thirty-five when Remus started living at Grimmauld Place, and the word mixed with emotions Sirius hadn't felt in years, stirred up by old family silver and a new portrait, and that house that had become a cage. But the word was alive — he could feel it glimmer dimly between the shreds of himself when they got lost in better memories, or, sometimes, created new ones. But he couldn't say it. Not then. Not after everything. Not like this, when he felt so small. 

They were thirty-six when it stopped mattering. A spell, a veil, another dimension taking the choice from.him. Too late.

He went on without ever having said it, for a dozen different reasons. He hadn't been brave enough. Or too stupid. Too broken.

They would, by earthly standards, forever be thirty-six and thirty-eight, when he got another chance. But things had changed for Remus. Feeling it, saying it, had never been about expecting anything in return. And yet, it didn’t feel fair to burden him with this. Not even in death. But when Sirius saw him again in this other dimension, two years after he had fallen through that veil and yet just a moment later, it was the first time he allowed himself to feel it fully. Without rationalising, excusing, explaining away. 

Because it still mattered.

‘I love you.’

ao3

[lvlovesstories]

MoonWater Regulus raised as an Addams (Fic Idea)

As with my previous one you may use this idea for a fic just please give proper credit & send it to me so I can read your wonderful work of art 😍

Walburga goes too far one day and 6yo Regulus, afraid for his life, pulls on his magic to protect him killing Walburga & Orion by accident. Arcturus decides he only has enough energy to raise one child and chooses to take in Sirius and raise him as a proper heir. Regulus on the other hand is sent to live with his recluse of a cousin Cassiopeia.

What Arcturus doesn’t know at the time is that Cassi recently moved to America to get married and renamed herself Morticia Addams. Morticia and Gomez are overjoyed to be given Regulus as their first child and immediately begin teaching him the ways of the Addams Family as they’re already 6 years behind schedule.

Fast forward to Hogwarts. Sirius is still a Gryffindor and in the marauders, he has Arcturus’ support even if the old man doesn’t agree with his views. Andromeda was never disowned bc of this but she does not exactly get on well with the rest of the family.

At the beginning of Sirius’ 7th year Arcturus receives a letter from Morticia stating Regulus was expelled from his 9th magical school- Beauxbaton -on his second day back to school and now is being sent to Hogwarts in the hopes that being near family will allow him to make it one year without getting expelled.

Because she was known as such a recluse everyone kind of forgot about Cassiopeia and by extension Regulus. So no one has seen Regulus for 10 years and now their first meeting will be after Regulus gets sorted.

No one is sure what to expect from this new student especially because he was a Black. What they for sure don’t expect though is for the hottest man on earth to be walking in looking as androgynous as possible.

Regulus Black is a fucking enigma. He’s flirty, sassy, confident and is bat shit crazy. Ofc everything that makes a perfect Addams. He’s constantly cutting the buds off flowers and putting the stems in his hair as decoration, he puts a bit of poison in his morning tea and constantly offers it to others, he’s excitable about the most benign things and often wonders very loudly what things would look like dead. But despite all this people are drawn to him like a moth to a flame. (I imagine him being the biggest culture shock of the century)

He is also really excited to get to know Sirius and Sirius’ friends and despite being sorted into Slytherin is more often then not found in Gryffindor classes and their tower. I imagine him following Sirius around like a very excitable puppy and Sirius has no clue how to handle him because Regulus ideas of bonding are so bizarre and always a little bit mortifying (I’m talking shooting arrows at apples on top of the marauders heads, seeing how many volts they can take on the electric chair, Acromantula hunting in the forbidden forest, Dead animal scavenger hunt, etc. Etc.). And any prank ideas are very quickly shot down.

Sirius, James and Peter are all a little terrified of Regulus by the end of their first week with him and actively try avoiding him. Remus while also a bit scared can see Regulus trying so hard to get along with his brother and has some pity for him so he’s often used as the distraction so the other 3 can make their escape.

Over the next few weeks they get closer and Remus begins building a bit of an immunity to Regulus’ oddities. It doesn’t take long for Regulus to figure out Remus is a werewolf and Regulus gets so excited. The Addams Family have always adored werewolves and have a bunch of books on how to best accommodate a werewolves needs including potions for lycanthropic specific pain.

Regulus immediately sets out to becoming an animagus with Remus’ help. In exchange Regulus starts teaching Remus sword fighting because it’s absolutely scandalous that Hogwarts doesn’t teach a second method of self protection. They spend a lot of time together and Remus can’t help but fall for the Regulus who is kind to all creatures, who is full of stories of harry cousins, bald uncles, crazier younger siblings and parents so in love they put the word itself to shame.

I imagine that with Regulus being and oblivious and flirty as he is, Remus snaps one day and just pulls him in and kisses the shit out of him. Regulus is totally on board and tells Remus the next time he decides to do it he better draw blood.

Regulus becomes a wolf Animagus.

OFC more should definitely be added after they get together, they gotta tell Sirius, they need to meet the family, Regulus needs to start influencing Remus’s fashion, Remus needs to beat Gomez in a sword duel for Regulus’ hand in marriage, and more but this is all I have now. I might write little scenarios I have for this but we’ll see. For now it’s yours to do what you want with it :)

[poquita-cosa02]

Prince.

@wolfstarmicrofic l 828 words.

At seven years old, Remus Lupin knows many things about the world. His mother always tells him that he is a smart boy, and he believes her, because one of the things Remus knows is that his mother never lies. 

He also knows how to take care of his mother's plants, especially the roses. It's very important to take care of them, because nobody else does, and Remus couldn't let them wither. 

Remus knows he's smart because he reads books– books for big kids. 

His favourite book in the entire world is Beauty and the Beast. He likes it because it's the first book he read all by himself, with no help from his mum. 

The beast is terrifying. But Remus is a big, brave and smart boy. And smart boys must read, because books are always right. 

He also knows where his dad hides the chocolate at their house, and he has developed a perfect technique to take a little bit each time as his parents work, so they never know. 

He knows they mustn't discover him, because it's a secret. Secrets must be kept, no matter what, and Remus is the best at keeping secrets, because he's a smart boy. 

So smart he is, that he knows nobody should get into other people's houses without permission. So when he saw the kid running in his garden, with long hair full of little twigs and leaves, and jumping carelessly between the bushes, he knew he must protect his house.

Because Remus Lupin is a brave boy. 

“Leave!” He screamed as he ran across the back door, making the kid scared and jump back, falling over one of the rose bushes. 

“No!” Remus ran desperately, using all of his force to push the intruder out of there. “No. No. No.” He repeated, looking at the broken branches and the destroyed petals. “You're mean and cruel!” He shouted, facing the kid's confused and pale face. “Why did you hurt them?” Remus' voice broke and he covered his face in frustration, trying to stop the tears. 

Brave. Brave. Brave. 

Remus was a brave boy. 

Brave boys don't cry. 

Remus picked the fallen petals from the floor and desperately tried to put them together. 

Smart. 

He was a smart boy. 

But it didn't work. Remus thought he could use some glue, but it was in a tall drawer he wasn't allowed to touch, and he was an obedient boy. 

A good son. 

Not a monster.

A boy. 

A kind boy. 

And he must fix this, because Remus knew the roses are important to the beasts. If they weren't there, how would the princess break the curse?

How would she save him from staying a beast forever?

Remus was brought back to reality when a gentle hand landed on his shoulder. 

Remus' eyes were blurry but he could still distinguish the boy sitting next to him. His hands were together making a cup where the fallen petals had been put together imitating the shape of a rose. 

Remus sobbed and rubbed his face. “Thanks,” he whispered, and his stomach turned in a strange way at the boy's wide smile. Maybe he was already getting sick, the full moon was close after all. 

“I'm sorry I hurt your flowers,” the boy whispered. “They are really beautiful.”

“I took care of them by myself.” Remus' voice was still watery, but he raised his chin up proudly. 

“Wow… we don't have flowers at my house.” The kid was looking at the handmade rose in his hands. “They are really beautiful.” He repeated. 

“Mhm,” Remus nodded. “Do you want to play gardeners with me?” Remus wasn't sure why he had said that. These were his roses. But the boy had delicate, careful hands, and Remus thought he could finally have a friend. 

“Yes!” the boy exclaimed. His eyes were bright and Remus felt that feeling in his stomach again. 

“Why were you in my garden?” Remus asked after a while as Sirius– as the boy had presented himself– used a long grass to tie the petals together.

“Oh! I was running to save the princess! Evan is the monster and he wanted to attack her, and I'm the prince. So I have to save Pandora from him.”

“And you're a prince?” Remus looked suspiciously at the boy.

“Well, sure!” Sirius seemed offended, and Remus shrugged as he picked more petals to help him. His hands were not as delicate as Sirius' and no matter how many times he tried, the petals slipped away between his fingers before he could put the rose together. 

“Prince Sirius.” Remus whispered looking at him. 

His long hair was flying behind him and his chin was up high. The savage smile was still there, but it seemed more distinguished as he extended the handmade rose at Remus. 

“Thanks,” he whispered.  

The weird feeling in his stomach had gone all the way through his chest to his face, making his cheeks blush.

[ghostedgwen]

Hey Mikoooo, congrats on the 1k (we’re moots on my sideblog: the-amazing-simp, this is just my main 😊). Sobra ko namiss yun mga works mo.

For ur u celebration, may I request a folklore with a invisible string/red string soulmate au for remus

Congrats againnnnn ���🎉

Welcome to the Era’s Tour, lovely! Thank you so much for sending an album request and you even dropped a song req for it!! Much appreciated, and thank you as well for the kind words, salamat bestiecakes~!

꒰🩶꒱ ; My mind turns your life into Folklore ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ A random soulmate AU with a member of the band consisting of about 500-1k words.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the tour! Here’s Remus Lupin of the Marauders for a solo opening performance :

Remus always tried to keep his head from wandering about the string on his hand. Red and it was drawn out in loopy circles, stretching to Merlin knows where, and almost glowing.

He tried not to mind it and think of where it leads. It would have been easier if he didn’t have the monthly problem, he could embrace it then.

But the thing is, he can’t. He is scared of who the other person on the line would be, and he knew what he will ask of them will be too much. He’ll demand something he can’t payback.

He has his fears about it. How his soulmate would react to someone like him, he knew he can’t hide it. He knew he won’t be able to just disappear monthly and show up without running out of excuses.

If even the Marauders who were as young as second-years figured it out all on their own, surely his very adult soulmate would too. So he is just scared, and a selfish part of him wishes to never see the end of the string, to meet the person on the other end.

“How’s the ministry work?” James asked, making Remus remember just where he was - that is, a pub where the four boys would meet every weekend. 

They’re all out of school and living their lives out in the real world with very real jobs, and he can’t help but feel weirdly about it. 8 years of his life was spent in those castle walls, and now he’s just outside.

Remus shot James a look. “Do you even remember what Department I work in?”

James grinned, unashamed. “Nope!”

“I work in the Department of Magical Education, Prongs.” He deadpanned.

“Ah, whatever it is you do there,” James shrugged. “How’s it been?”

“Fine,” was all he managed to say when Sirius and Peter finally joined them. Peter dropped to his spot next to Remus with a huff and Sirius slid next to James.

“There they are,” James beamed. “You two got here together?”

“Nah, I met Wormy at the door.” Sirius shrugged.

The night was spent catching up then, talking about work and plans for the rest of the weekend, it felt like home whenever they all came together. They all miss their days at Hogwarts, those were the best days of their lives, and they can never go back but being together - it brought a familiar feeling of the vast black lake, dark castle halls and moving stairs.

They didn’t feel like 20 something year-olds when they get together like this, they’re just a bunch of kids again scheming their next mischief. 

It’s well into the night now and the music has mellowed down, people piled out in drunken strides while the four remained laughing, talking in their own bubble. Peter suddenly perked up as if remembering something.

“Heard through the grapevine - a Potions shop selling Wolfsbane.” Peter whispered to Remus as his eyes were kept on Sirius and James arm wrestling, pissed off their minds.

“What?” Remus asked, incredulously. “Isn’t that, well… illegal?”

Peter shakes his head. “It’s not, but not entirely legal either with the restrictions placed on werewolves. But it’s legit, you might have some luck if you manage to stock up for the next full moon?”

Remus didn’t answer, just quietly nodded as he allowed the information to sink in. Someone was selling Wolfsbane Potions, on the market - which is unheard of. No one would buy one, knowing they’d out themselves for being werewolves and also, no one in their sane mind would market to… to monsters.

He tried to ignore it. But he’s 24 now, and soon he’ll be older, and the transformation will just be harder and harder, and Wolfsbane is impossible to brew - almost impossible, he could never manage it and yet someone is selling it.

It’s way too convenient, he worried it may be a trap, but Peter would never tell him that if he wasn’t certain. He knew better than to endanger his friends.

So that’s how Remus found himself standing outside the Potions shop. It wasn’t too big, not small either, and it looked homely. Plants littered the space outside and even vines grew out of the attic window, and right in front of him was a wooden door.

He was already here despite his doubts, he should really just go in but - the string attached to his finger was leading right to the door. His mind is buzzing, he can’t tell if he’s about to trigger a panic attack or not.

He stood there for what felt like forever, eyes tracing the string to make sure he wasn’t mistaken. And he was not, it was really leading him to the shop. He exhaled exasperatedly and took slow and hesitant steps inside.

The bell chimed overhead when he swung the door open, despite it being done slowly - he startled himself at the sound. It was then he saw you, mid-stocking your shelf, turning your head to greet the sound of the bell.

You grinned widely, welcoming the customer and Remus felt all the air get knocked off him. The door closed behind him and the shop darkened from the lack of light outside, only - he watched as the red string glow a bright golden colour.

He couldn’t explain how magical it felt, how he felt it pulling at him so he drew closer and closer until the string was only about a yard long, and it glowed golden and brightly. Remus stammered, unsure of what to say - he had been here for a Potion and yet - he found his soulmate.

“H- hi,” he managed to breath out.

You look down at the glowing string with an impossibly wide grin, then back up at him. “Hello.”

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[the-river-nyx]

Lily, Severus and Peter

I feel like their dynamic would work so well. Picture it

First year:

Lily and Severus are childhood friends entering a new chapter in their lives together. Severus and Lily both work to maintain their relationship after getting sorted into different houses, choosing to eat outside on the warmer days, or practicing potions or charms when it's too cold.

Peter is having a hard time making friends, sure, the boys are nice, but Sirius and James have their own thing going on, and Remus is never in the dorm.

Lily is delightful, super extroverted, and super open to chatting with anyone over breakfast. Peter is, of course, someone she initially feels bad for and chooses to start hanging out with him over breakfast.

Eventually, Peter starts joining Severus and Lily on their outdoor lunches, and this continues throughout their first year.

Second year:

James and Sirius spent some time in their first year getting to know Peter (and Remus), and they are definitely friends, but that doesn't make Peter any less friends with Severus.

Lily, Sev, and Peter continue their lunches. Lily starts to develop her friendship with Remus as time passes, and sometimes Peter, Lily, and Remus have study sessions together.

Severus is looking for a new place to fit in and tries to befriend people like Avery and maybe even Regulus. Sev feels more alone as Lily spends more time with the girls and the Marauders, but she still spends time with him multiple times a week.

This is also the year that the marauders find out Remus and a werewolf and decide to become animagus, bringing them closer as friends.

Thrid year:

James has decided that he is in love with Lily and this is a problem for everyone.

Lily is constantly complaining about the things James is doing, making Severus upset. One day James says something to her and it just crosses a line for Severus, who comes to his friend's defense. Peter is always conveniently quiet.

James and Severus form a rivalry, and by association, Lily and the Marauders. Severus is angry at Peter for never sticking up for Sev or Lily. Lily, on the other hand, doesn't want anyone's help, at least so she says.

One day, the three of them have an argument that ends in a falling out where Peter gets pushed out of their lunches. Peter doesn't mind too much because he has the Marauders, and he Remus and Lily continue their study dates.

Fourth year:

Lily and Severus maintain their relationship as the Marauders' hatred for Severus grows. Peter is bitter, and Sirius has his and James' back 100%.

Severus has made some friends within his house, maybe Mulciber or Lucius. He is getting pushed in the direction of dark people, and Lily doesn't like it. Lily and Severus start fighting about who Severus is hanging out with, but Lily is still seeing Remus and Peter (and maybe by accidental association James and Sirius).

A day comes along where James and Sirius are pushing Severus around, as Remus and Peter sit by and watch, which makes Lily rethink her friendships with the Marauders. Lily goes to defend Sev (just as Sev had defended her), and he says, "I don't need help from mudbloods," aka Severus' worst memory.

Lily is, understandably, heartbroken turning to Mary and Marlene.

Fifth year:

Lily eventually forgives Remus over the course of the year since they are prefects together, and sometimes Peter joins them for their study sessions.

Severus and Lily have stopped talking completely. The prank changes everything for them; Lily tries to reach out to Severus, and they attempt to rebuild their friendship over the summer.

Sixth Year:

The girls and the Marauders are in an awkward place, and James is trying to play every side. Peter is so incredibly angry at Sirius; he believes what he did is unforgivable, and when James forgives him, it short circuits Peter's brain.

Lily and James start dating, destroying any chance of a Lily and Severus reunion. Severus is upset with her for "picking him over me."

Peter goes back to his old friend when Remus starts being unbearable to be around, or the forgiveness process. Severus and Peter have the common enemy of Sirius, and they bond over that.

Seventh year:

Remus and Sirius have forgiven each other and James and Lily (as well as Renus and Sirius) are dating.

Severus is deep into the stuff his Slytherin friends are teaching him. He introduces it to Peter when he expresses his longing for a place to belong. (I really think all his friends dating each other had a huge impact on Peter's interest in the death esters.)

After:

Lily died and it was Peter's fault. Severus loved Lily more than anyone and this betrayal was the worst one yet. Peter didn't know how to protect his own, he had no loyalty, and he betrayed every friend he ever had.

[miriammctroi]

There's this one tiktoker who is on my fyp as Walburga with skits of her being a good / normal mum (BekkaLupine)

I've seen them so often, I crave to write a story where Regulus and Sirius are doing some dark-magic shit and land in a different reality where their parents, while still employing dark magic, are good parents who love them, are attentive and teach them cool, forbidden magic but don't use it against them.

And maybe it should just be that.

[ezkel]

After spending years being rejected at every turn, James isn’t sure he’ll ever be loved the way he craves. Even now that he’s gotten over his crush on Lily and they’re now close friends, he understands why she never liked him back, he’s too much. She tells him it's nothing to do with him and that she had spent those years pining after her best friend, now girlfriend, Mary. Still James feels as if he's too much and that if he wants to eventually be truly loved romantically then he needs to tone himself down, he needs to be less James in his approach with those he wants a relationship with. 

Especially when his current crush is none other than cold and distant Regulus Black. He told Sirius about his crush as soon as he was aware that it wasn’t going away. He cried to Sirius saying that he knows that Regulus would never accept him for his all in attitude and his love for PDA. Sirius at first warned James that Regulus would never go against his parents for anyone, not even if he did feel the same for James. But as Sirius watched James sulk about his crush, he softened and told James stories of Regulus from their childhood, which only made James’s crush worse, the knowledge that Regulus used to read sickly sweet romance books when their parents weren’t looking, telling Sirius with wide eyes that one day he’d have a love that moved the stars like in the books.

However, James didn’t just develop this crush out of nowhere. Sometimes when James gets up early in the morning to get some quidditch practice in, Regulus was already there and they would spend those mornings practicing together, Regulus’s snark working better to wake him up than the cold air flowing around them. Regulus’s appearance on the field was never consistent and whenever James asked about it Regulus just leaves with a slight flush to practice his seeker skills on the other side of the field before leaving way earlier than he would have, had James not asked. 

James tried not to flirt, he didn’t want to get his heart broken but every time Regulus looked at him with that half smile smirk, James’s heart only grew in size. He tried desperately to not let his heart out, to not scare Regulus away. But the first time James accidentally flirted, Regulus didn’t even hesitate to tease him, not in the cruel way that he had expected but in a playful way. For a moment James thought that maybe that was Regulus flirting back. Slowly James became less guarded and started accidentally flirting with Regulus, but it always ended the same, playful teases and joking degeneration. 

Eventually it even spread to off the quidditch pitch, they’d flirt? In the hallways, in the astronomy tower, in the great hall, James couldn’t help but find Regulus everywhere, their conversations didn't even change tone in front of people. Sirius looked surprised every time Regulus would tease James, Remus would mutter about public indecency, Peter would laugh at how flushed James got every time Regulus responds with a cutting remark, Lily would joke about speaking at their wedding after Regulus leaves. James told them repeatedly that nothing was going to happen and that Regulus couldn’t possibly like him the way James does for him, this was only received with a disbelieving look from all of them. 

One morning it all changed. James was too tired to keep himself in check and his flirting came out unfiltered, fully James. Regulus went silent, James who hadn’t been looking at Regulus had frozen, terrified to look at Regulus and face the inevitable rejection. But when James did look, unable to help himself, all he saw was a deep red flush and a look of wonder on Regulus’s face. It caused James to fly towards Regulus, watching his face closely as Regulus slowly regained control. 

“Potter, you just- i thought it was all a game for you, I thought you were just being playful” Regulus spoke, voice full of shock, eyes full of hope. 

“I tried not to flirt with you, I thought you’d never let me, but I couldn't help myself, you're just so… you're just so you” James admitted, eyes drifting to the side awkwardly. He hears Regulus snort and feels Regulus's broom brush against his as he moves closer to James. 

“why would you even think I wouldn't let you flirt with me.” Regulus asks softly, hand moving up to James’s cheek to make James face towards him.

“Because I'm too much, I didn't want to ruin our mornings with my overbearing feelings” James mumbled, not wanting Regulus to know how deeply he already feels for him, but not having any other way to explain.

Regulus sighs, looking at James like he’s an idiot, “James, i hate waking up before 9am, surely Sirius has told you this. Do you think I would willingly wake up at FIVE in the morning to fly around aimlessly if I didn’t also have ‘overbearing’ feelings and just wanted to spend some time with you.” 

“But-” 

Regulus interrupts, his fingers on James’s face tightening, pulling his face closer to his. “James, you're not too much, I want you to be you. No holding yourself back. Be all in, be overbearing, I want you, not some held back version where you pretend to not be as insane as you are.”

“...oh..., Reg I- fuck, you're so amazing” James breathed out, finally letting his barriers drop.

“I know” he says, his open expression being replaced by his usual smirk, “so what do you say Potter, are you finally going to be yourself or do I need to keep telling you what literally everyone other than you seems to already know.” 

…

When James told Sirius what happened and that they were together now, Sirius only gaped 

“James you didn’t tell me he got up to join your morning practices, Regulus tried to kill me once for daring to talk to him before 8am, you've been talking to him before 6???? And he hasn't killed you???? Hes in love with you what the fuck”

[lilyevansenthuisast]

“you’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened. The world ended when it happened to me”

but its remus lupin to sirius after The Prank

[nettedtangible]

I’m not really one for having Sirius feel extremely upset by Jegulus yknow. Like I genuinely feel like that “you’re defiling my little brother” shit is weird and paternalistic and not something Sirius would care about (my boy is sex positive!!)

BUT, In a scenario where Sirius does get upset by Jegulus, I think it would go like this:

All his life, Sirius was put down by his parents, compared to Regulus. They never stopped talking about his potential, upset that he wasn’t living up to their expectations.

He was the golden child and the scapegoat. The weight of everything was on his shoulders, and Regulus just… got it easier. He didn’t have to work as hard for their approval, but he also didn’t have as much of their esteem. Regulus was in every way a spare. And while Reg resented it because he could never live up to his big brother, Sirius resented it because Reg never got the shit that he did. If Regulus made a mistake, it was just a passing moment. If Sirius made a mistake, it was picked apart and lorded over him.

And when Sirius finally decided he’d had enough and that he wasn’t going to try to impress them anymore, he turned to his brother and asked him to join him. To reject their approval and to actually try to make amends in their relationship. But Regulus was finally getting a bit of glory. Their parents eyes were finally turning from Sirius onto him. So he lorded it over Sirius, seeing it as some kind of victory, neglecting the idea that Sirius was doing it on purpose, and buying his own hype that he’d somehow surpassed his supernova of a brother.

And Sirius would hate it. He would resent Regulus for choosing them and their meaningless approval over him. That he would value such empty praise over his own brother who was there for him more than their parents ever were.

And then BAM Jegulus happens and Sirius’ whole world is spinning out. Because how could James like Regulus? Does James like Regulus more than him? Doesn’t James understand how much Regulus hurt him. Doesn’t James remember holding him every time he cried?? Why on earth would James take Regulus’ side??

Is Sirius going to lose James just like he lost his brother? Will Regulus make it a competition for James’ affections just like he did their parents?? Will he undermine Sirius and James’ relationship at every turn just so he can ostensibly beat Sirius again??

Does Regulus even like James or is this just another one of his bullshit one-sided competitions?? And surely James wouldn’t be foolish enough to fall for it right!? But James is kind, and soft, and trusting. And he doesn’t know Regulus like Sirius does. He didn’t see the little smirks Regulus would give him from behind their mother's back when Sirius was getting screamed at. The same smirk Regulus gives him now behind James’ back after they kiss. And oh god can’t Sirius have ONE THING?! Why must Regulus take everything from him, covet everything good that he manages to carve out for himself.

And oh god now he and Remus are getting along too! What if it isn't enough to just have James? What if Regulus wants to destroy his relationship with Remus too?? And anytime he freaks out about it to his boyfriend, warning him to be careful, pleading for him not to get too close to Regulus, he gets a kiss on the forehead and a soothing 'you're being crazy Pads.' And no one around him is taking his concerns seriously, and they're all looking at him like he's crazy and paranoid but they didn't see the look in Regulus' eyes when he was six and broke Sirius' favourite toy just because he could.

And doesn't Regulus know Sirius would just share it with him, if he asked. If he hadn't made it into a competition between them from the day he was born? Doesn't he know how much Sirius wants to show him?

He never wanted to be in competition. He never wanted to be their stupid golden boy. He only ever wanted to be himself. And now James is going to be ripped away from him and discarded like some used up toy just so Regulus can prove some useless point about being enough. When he was always enough for Sirius.

[consciouscarrot]

day 31 - foursome [r.lupin, s.black, j.potter]

poly!marauders x fem!reader

content warnings; fucking filth, barty slander (sorry), bit cringe on the werewolf mentions (sorry again), very unrealistic smut, public vaginal fingering (r receiving), male oral (remus and sirius receiving), bondage with a belt (r receiving), female oral (r receiving), p in v sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, squirting, anal fingering (sirius receiving), lots of pet names (as usual), implied subspace, one mention of drool/dribble, a bit of sirius x remus focused :))

notes; last fic for my first (and hopefully not last) kinktober. only remus for a while, then the boys join later- not much james in this one i’m afraid. longest fic to date by a landslide eek MDNI

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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professor binns was rabbiting on about something you really didn’t care to listen to, more than happy to just copy remus’ notes later on.

you were sat together at the back of the classroom, trying not to doze off at the monotone voice echoing throughout the room. remus’ hand sat steady on your thigh, where it had been practically glued for the past couple days, the full moon rapidly approaching.

he was always more possessive around this time, wanting no one but the boys to as much as look at you, and even then they were on thin ice. it almost always ended up with you spread eagle beneath him, his thick cock pounding into you, impossibly high stamina causing you to be practically immobile by the time he’s satiated.

clenching your thighs together, you snapped out of your lustful daydreams, looking around to make sure no one noticed, when you spotted barty crouch jr staring at you, insufferable smirk on his face as he looked you up and down, eyes very obviously lingering on your tits.

you shifted, trying to turn away from barty’s leering when you felt remus’ scarred hand slide further up your thigh, edging awfully close to the hem of your skirt, his fingers tightening against your flesh in a near bruising grip.

looking at up at him, you saw his gaze locked on barty, eyes narrowed and barely containing the possessive growl you knew his wolf wanted to let out.

“remmy?” you inhaled sharply when his fingers slipped underneath your skirt, teasing along the gusset of your cotton underwear in slow, barely there touches, just enough to get slick to pool out of your cunt, desire creeping up your spine, leaving you near breathless with want, despite the perverted audience.

you bit your lip, trying to keep your expression neutral as you whimpered his name again quietly, looking over to find barty still staring, though his jaw had dropped slightly, focus much lower than it had been before.

“can you keep quiet for me, angel? need to teach junior a lesson,” he said, not bothering to spare you a glance as he pulled your now damp underwear to the side, smirking at the little gasp you let out when the cold air hit your bare cunt.

“mine,” he growled quietly, only loud enough for you to hear, never taking his eyes off barty for a second. you were grateful that remus’ hand covered you, not that he would ever let anyone but the boys see your body.

his fingers slid along your slit, collecting the slippery slick as he pulled your leg atop of his. his digits finally entered your heat, and you grasped desperately at his wrist with both hands, simultaneously wanting him to stop and keep going as he pumped in and out of you, tendons flexing beneath your fingertips.

struggling to maintain your composure, you buried your face into remus’ arm, praying that he’d be merciful and cast a silencing spell. blood pooled into your mouth as your teeth broke through your lip, thin skin splitting painfully as your hips bucked into his touch, high building quicker than usual.

“i want you to look at junior when you cum, if you look away even for a moment, i won’t let you cum. do you understand?” he was finally looking at you when you peeled your face from his arm, all teary eyes and flushed as you nodded, mumbling a quiet ‘i understand’ when he gave you a look.

you met barty’s wide eyes, not failing to notice how the front of his trousers has tented up, body tense as he watched your face crumple as you came, head tipping forward slightly at the sporadic pulsing of your cunt.

you collapsed back into remus’ side as you calmed down, eyes fluttering shut so you were unable to see how after remus pulled his cum coated fingers out of your underwear, he licked them clean, skin glistening with slick and saliva.

you nearly jumped when everyone stood up, panicking that they’d all caught on to the depraved act you’d just committed, only relaxing when remus rubbed your arm, telling you that class was over.

quickly fixing your underwear, he helped you up, your legs trembling from the effort so soon after cumming. you could only stand there helplessly as he packed away your stuff, throwing both your bags over his shoulder as you watched him in a daze.

you could barely think as remus half held you up as you started the walk back to the boy’s dorm, you clinging to his shirt as you tried your best to hurry after him.

you squealed when he shoved the two of you into an alcove, casting a wandless silencing spell before pressing you against the cold, brick wall and kissing you. you moaned into it, his saliva soothing your bloodied lip as he devoured you, tongue sliding against yours.

already feeling needy again, you wiggled against him, willing him to understand what you wanted, melting as his lips trailed over your neck, sucking plum bruises into the flesh, his sharp teeth nipping at the tender skin.

“oh- remmy, please,”

“shh, i know,” he said as he pulled away, undoing his belt, “need to feel your mouth on me, baby.”

you nodded mindlessly, his fingers pressing down on your shoulders until you dropped to your knees, placing your hands on your thighs obediently as you waited for his further instruction, watching with eager eyes as he pulled out his throbbing cock, tip red with arousal, a small glob of pre dribbling down his slit.

he fisted at your hair, clasping it into a makeshift ponytail before using it to guide you closer, hips jumping in suspense. leaning forward, your tongue swirled around his tip, the salty taste of his pre exploding on your tongue, making you whimper. he groaned low at the vibrations, muttering sweet yet filthy praises as his head tilted back against the stone.

dark eyes bored into yours as you took him down your throat, never looking away from eachother, even as you choked around him and tears ran down your face, cooling your heated cheeks.

“oh fuck- gonna come in that pretty mouth of yours- so close- so- oh,” his hips stilled, cum spilling onto your tongue with a drawn out moan, fingers digging into your scalp.

he nearly came again when he opened his eyes, the sight of you sat so prettily before him, tongue sticking out to show him the way his pearly cum coated the pink muscle, smiling softly with dilated pupils and oh so eager to please him.

“shit- good girl, you can swallow now,”

you nearly beamed at that, swallowing happily as he pulled you up into his arms, pressed your bodies together to kiss you again, the taste of himself on your tongue making his dick twitch as he put it away.

~

you barely made it back to the dorm, having to stop every so often to exchange sloppy kisses and dry hump eachother, just to ease the tension until the need to feel each other’s bodies was satiated for a moment.

he opened the door for you, finding the room empty, and you realised that james and sirius were most likely going to be late back as they’d be coming from quidditch practice.

you turned to remus, finding him watching you, back leant against the door.

“strip and get on the bed,” he said, leaving you no room for arguments as he rolled up his shirt sleeves.

you walked over to his bed, ripping off items of clothing as you move, before crawling up to kneel again, waiting patiently for him.

he spent a few minutes just watching you, observing your every tic, the way you breathed heavily, mouth slightly parted and cheeks rosy, the way your breath hitched when he began to walk over to you, loosening his tie and undoing his belt again, wrapping it around his rough palm.

his free hand cupped your face, thumb gliding over your glossy lips as he smiled at you, pressing the digit into your mouth, humming at the way you suckled at it, lids fluttering in pure bliss.

"what's your safe word, sweetheart?" he pulled his thumb out with a wet pop, smearing your spit back over your lips as you mumbled against him.

"yellow for slow, red for stop,"

"good girl, now lie back for me,"

once you were flat against the bed, he flipped you over, pulling your hands behind your back to tie your wrists together with his belt, tight enough to make it hurt just enough for your mind to go fully spacey.

satisfied with the bonds, he gripped your hips, tugging them up so that you were on display for him, cunt exposed and face pressed into the sheets, facing the closed door.

slick had poured down your thighs, smearing across your skin from all the dry humping and walking. he kneeled down on the bed before gently blowing air onto your puffy cunt, chuckling when you pushed back on the feeling, desperate for any kind of stimulation.

giving you no warning, he shoved his face into the mess between your thighs, eating you out from behind. you cried out, unable but needing to grip at his hair and pull him into you. he lapped at your arousal before drawing your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly at the sensitive nub, holding you down as you writhed and kneading at whatever skin he could reach.

you were a mess of constant whimpers, your high building up quicker than you could cope with. but, just as you were about to fall apart, he pulled away, your orgasm falling just right outside your reach.

“no, no please-, i was good! no-,”

remus watching your cunt clench around nothing, even more slick dribbling out, although now it had turned thicker and opaque, just how he liked it.

“you’re creaming f’me already, baby? i don’t even have to try and your cunts all messy,”

tears streamed down your face and you begged him to make you cum, begged him to make you feel good, making desperate promises to do anything he wanted, anything at all.

“shh, it’s okay, need to feel you cumming round my cock, ‘kay?”

you nodded, just happy that you were getting what you wanted.

he pulled his cock out again, still damp with your saliva as he rubbed his tip against your puffy cunt before pushing in. you always took him so well, tight walls hugging him like a glove, pulsing to accommodate his length, cunt almost as eager to please as you were.

you mewled as he started fucking you, one of his feet up by your head for leverage, pounding into your sloppy hole. you were so close already, only needing a few thrusts to tip over the edge, your thighs trembling and fingers trying to grasp at anything behind you.

you screamed when he didn’t stop, gushing around his cock as you’re immediately sent into another orgasm, his fingers swirling on your oversensitive pearl. you tried to squirm away, mouth open in a silent scream as you panicked at the overstimulation.

he hushed you, groaning at the way you clenched down on him before he pressed his weight onto you, cementing you to the mattress and biting into your shoulder to keep you grounded.

you were both getting close again, eyes rolling back, his fingers slid up your back to the base of your scalp, gripping at your hair, pain and pleasure swirling together as you came again, squirting so forcefully that his cock was forced out of you.

“this pretty cunt is mine,” he growled, pushing back in just in time to coat your walls in his cum, walls fluttering around him at the noises that came from remus’ mouth.

you sighed, beginning to relax now that you thought you were getting a break, thinking he was going to stop and pull out any second.

you started sobbing when reality hit you, his hips never slowing. you were so overwhelmed and feeling almost too good, his tip hitting your g spot perfectly on every thrust, clouding your head in a fog so thick that you wouldn’t be able to get out of it on your own, completely gone under his touch.

“i know, i know, bunny. doing so well, that’s it, sweet thing,”

you’re a complete mess beneath him, shaking violently as you babbled, unable to form proper words or sentences, nipples brushing harshly against the sheets.

you barely noticed the door opening, both james and sirius entering wide eyed to the display of you being pounded into the mattress, looking at them all glassy-eyed with an empty head.

“are you two just going to stand there like muppets or are you going to join us?” remus quipped, moaning loudly when you squirted again.

snapping out their daze, sirius quickly locked the door behind him before they scrambled over, cocks already chubbing up.

james went over to remus, rubbing at your back as he intently watched the strings of slick joining your skin as the latter thrust his hips into you, the sounds of skin slapping and lewd, wet squelches filling the room.

sirius however, went straight over to your head, kneeling down next to you with concern wrenching his features, carbon black eyes piercing into your teary ones.

“you okay, lovebug? doing so good for rem,” he said quietly, more than well aware of how remus could get at this time. he stroked your sweat-damp hair out of your flushed face, ignoring the way his cock was throbbing in his trousers at your uncontrolled noises, completely pliant and docile.

unable to speak, remus luckily took mercy and answered for you, “she’s juusst fine, aren’t ya, sweet thing?”

you nodded into the sheets, james testing the waters a he ran his hands strayed from your back, squeezing at whatever flesh remus allowed him to.

sirius planted kisses over your face, murmuring praises to you sweetly. he loved these moments with you, getting to be the one to comfort you whilst you were flying high on pleasure. he kept talking you through it as remus came again, soothing you when you whimpered at remus pulling out to let james have a go, leaving nothing to stop the mixture of his and your cum to dribble out of you, trickling down your sore thighs.

remus undid his belt from around your wrists, rubbing at the reddened skin as he encourage james to take his place, watching as the latter pushed into your heat, whining at the warmth of you.

“easy now, she’s tired,”

“she feels so good,” james grabbed your ass, fingertips digging into the soft skin as he started thrusting into you, starting out slow and controlled before he gave up trying to hold back, fucking you so hard you could barely breathe.

you just about managed to bring your aching arms up, reaching for sirius, he brought his hands to meet yours, thinking that’s what you wanted, only to lurch over at the way you palmed over his trousers, fingers fiddling with his zip.

“please?” you whimpered, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“okay, okay fuck- think you can take me in your mouth, darling? yeah? okay,”

sirius bit back a groan at the way you were already salivating at the sight of his cock, drool slipping out the corners of your mouth as your tongue lulled out, looking up at him as you waited for him.

you let out the prettiest little noises around his cock, sending vibrations through him making him shudder as remus came up behind him, guiding him to lean back and let him undress him.

you hummed in satisfaction, watching remus tease at sirius’ nipples and suck at his neck whilst both their eyes were on you, muttering filthy things as james continued to fuck you, all desperate thrusts of hips and sweet moans.

“good girl, taking siri so well,”

“yeah, she’s so good- more please- oh,”

sirius’ balls slapped against your wet chin, his hips bucking into your mouth when you increased the suction, tongue swirling at the underside of his cock, gagging slightly at the intrusion.

james pulled your torso up a little, tugging you up so that sirius could fuck your mouth easier, strong arms working to hold you up, “there you go, feeling good, baby?”

you nodded the best you could with a cock between your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your head with the noises that echoed around the room.

sirius’ cock twitched in your mouth when remus’ hands started wandering, watching the way he cleaned up you spit coated chin with his fingers, before sliding his hand down to sirius’ ass, gently stroking over his rim, causing him to buck into your mouth harshly.

“fuck- rem i can’t- cant take both,”

“yes, you can pads, let us make you feel good, hm?”

sirius had no chance to object before remus was pushing a finger inside, prying open his tight hole and pressing against his sweet spot, making sirius toss his head back against remus’ shoulder.

sirius’ hips bucked wildly into you, moaning at the way you spluttered around him, spit drooling onto his hard cock. he didn’t last long before cumming straight down your throat, the dual sensations of your mouth on him and remus’ fingers inside too much at once.

whimpering as you continued to suckle on his sensitive head, his legs gave out, the only thing holding him up being remus’ free arm wrapped around his waist. the lycanthrope’s fingers slowed to a stop as he gently pulled the boy’s cock out of your mouth, before guiding him to lay down next to you.

you brought a shaky hand up to sirius’ beside you, clutching at him for dear life as james pushed you head back into the linen sheets, hips speeding up more than you thought possible.

the warmth deep inside your belly was spreading, making your toes curl, unable to do anything but cry and take it, screaming in pleasure.

your thighs were burning from exertion, jaw aching and cunt oversensitive, but you didn’t care, you weren’t even capable of caring about anything other than cumming at that moment, the feel of james’ tip hitting your g-spot rendering you cock drunk.

“you’re so tight, lovie. need to feel you cum, m’so close- oh,”

remus knelt down beside you, taking sirius’ place as he murmured to you, “being so good f’me, darling. just one more and you’re mine again. cum on jamie’s cock for me and i’ll spend the next 24 hours worshipping your body.”

you instantly fell apart, nails digging into sirius’ skin as your eyes rolled back, body shaking so hard that james was half worried he’d broken you, before he too came, flooding your insides with his seed, your pulsing cunt milking him for all that he’s worth.

you both collapsed, lying in a pool of your own bodily fluids, a mixture of everyone’s cum and sweat, spit and tears. you couldn’t find it within yourself to care, still mewling even though no one was touching you anymore, aftershocks nearly enough to make you cum again.

using what little strength you had left, you managed to peel open your eyes, finding remus’ gaze still locked on you, lips pulled into a smug smirk as he mouthed to you, “mine.”

he planted a long kiss to your sweaty forehead, before he allowed sirius to pull you into him, your tits pressed against his chest as you buried your face into his neck, dark curls tickling your nose, his arms enveloping you.

you felt remus stroke at your hair, still knelt on the floor, as james joined the cuddle, curling up behind you with a worn out sigh, “what triggered that then?”

you whined into sirius at the question, worrying that it would set remus off again, the former’s large hands rubbing soothingly at your back.

“junior was leering at her,” he growled, tension filling the air as his fist subconsciously gripped at your hair, making you go rigid, “he wanted to touch her.”

“we can deal with it tomorrow,”

“yeah moony, let’s just look after our girl for now,”

remus hummed, seemingly content with that, fist relaxing as he pressed a few apologetic kisses over your head, waiting until you hummed in acknowledgment to speak, voice low with thick desire.

“it’s my turn again, sweet girl,”

despite being so worn out, you couldn’t help the way your cunt clenched at that, warm cum oozing out with a sleepy moan.

you were the lamb to his wolf, helpless prey only there to entertain him, to please him; and he would never let you go.

[moonstruckme]

Ohh now that I have permission to request, could I request newgirl au rommates!marauders with a reader who is very independent and tries to do and deal with everything on her own. I mean we know how codependent the boys are and I would love to see how they would interact with a reader who is the complete opposite

Thanks for requesting (you never need permission babe haha) !

roommate!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Sirius lets out a low whistle, crossing his arms as he leans his hip against the couch to watch you. “Training to leave us for the circus?” 

“Ha ha,” you monotone. Your voice falters slightly as you wobble on the ball of your foot, standing on tiptoe atop a pile of thick books atop a chair in order to reach the uppermost shelf of the bookcase in your sitting room. “Do you guys never clean up here? It’s gross.” 

“Sounds like you’ve just answered your own question,” he says. “Why are you messing with it?” 

“Because,” you strain your reach, running a dusting wand along the shelf and stifling a gasp when your pile of books threatens to tip, “it’s the only empty shelf, and I have stuff to put here.” 

“Shit, babe, can’t your stuff wait a while? Remus will be home soon.” 

“So?” 

“So,” says Sirius, “he’s a tall bloke. He could at least reach up there without so much…peril.”

You make a dismissive noise. “I’ve got it.” 

You overextend your reach a tad, the books leaning precariously. The ball of your foot shuffles a few inches to the left in a semi-frantic instinct to regain your balance, but after a second you have to bail out, hopping down onto the chair and then the ground with a thunk that’s sure to win you favor from your downstairs neighbors. 

“Yeah,” Sirius drawls. “Looks like it.” 

You make a face at him. James comes out of his room as you’re moving the chair a couple feet to the left to climb back up. 

“I can’t decide…uhh…” He watches you ascend with brows drawing together in concern. 

“She won’t be deterred,” Sirius says swiftly. “What can’t you decide?” 

James’ eyes stay stuck on you as you pick up the dusting wand to try again. “I, erm, can’t decide what to have for tea.” 

“You said the other day that you were craving Thai,” Sirius offers. “Order takeaway?” 

Though you’re turned away, you can practically hear the smile enter James’ voice. “Genius. You want in?” 

“Sure. Pad see ew, please.” 

“Got it. What about you?” James asks you.

“No, thanks.” The duster looks suspiciously clean for how far you’ve gotten. You attempt a little hop to see the shelf. “I’ve got leftovers.” 

“Right, okay—god, please don’t do that.” James’ voice pitches when your books sway after another hop. “It’s a long way down the stairs if you break your neck and we have to call 999. Why did you say we can’t stop her?” he asks Sirius. 

“I tried telling her to wait for Remus—” 

“That’s a good idea. Remus is tall, love, let him do it.” 

“—but she wants to do it herself.” 

“Oh.” Similarly to how you could hear James’ smile before, now you can hear the lack of it. “I see. This is like the jar thing?” 

“The jar thing?” Sirius asks with mild interest. 

“Yeah. I found her struggling with a jar of spaghetti sauce the other night” —you roll your eyes; struggling seems a bit superior— “so I tried to help, but she wouldn’t let me. Accidentally shattered the whole thing in the sink trying to get it open.” 

At this point, you can feel both James’ and Sirius’ pointed stares at your back. You keep about your business as though you can’t. 

“We can’t have you breaking bones the way you broke the jar,” says James. “We don’t have liability insurance.” 

You huff a laugh. “I’m not totally familiar with how insurance works around here, but I don’t think you need that if you’re not employing me.” 

“Whatever.” Sirius’ voice is dispassionate. “If she wants to break her neck to prove a point, that’s her prerogative.” 

James sounds about to protest, but then you hear the door open. 

“What the fuck?” Remus asks under his breath, as though speaking to no one but himself. “What are you doing up there?” 

“It’s fine,” you insist, though admittedly it takes some willpower to continue dusting when your quietest roommate sounds so horrified. “I’m cleaning.” 

You hear the door shut and the lock click. There’s a papery shuffle as Remus sets down whatever he brought inside. “Why?” he asks, bewildered. 

“Uh, because I don’t want my books on a dusty shelf?” 

“Let me take care of that. Come down from there.” You start turning to give your rebuttal the same as you had to Sirius and James, but before you can Remus’ hands are at your waist. Your balance falters. 

“Careful,” he tsks, his grip on you tightening momentarily. “Step down, one foot at a time.” 

You find that, with his hands on you and his tone so resolute, you have a harder time refusing him. You put your foot down on the chair. 

“There you are.” Remus doesn’t seem inclined to release you until you have both feet on the ground, but he turns to give James and Sirius a look. “You were just going to let her do this by herself?” 

“We tried to tell her,” Sirius defends them. “She won’t have any help, she’d rather smash things.” 

Now Remus turns back to you, bemused. “Smash things?” 

“It was an accident,” you mumble. “I wanted to open my own jar.” 

“You’ve got to let James handle jars, babe,” Sirius tells you sagely. “He needs it, it makes him feel good.” 

James shrugs as though this may or may not be true. 

“Please,” Remus pinches the bridge of his nose, “no smashing anything while I’m away. Jars or bones.” 

“That’s what we were trying to tell her,” James says helpfully. 

You cross your arms, avoiding anyone’s eyes. “Fine.” 

Remus sighs. “Thank you.” He sets a fond hand on the top of your head, and the familiarity of the gesture sends a pleasant warmth all the way down to your toes. You feel a tad less aggrieved. 

“Thank goodness,” says James. “Hey, does this mean I can start opening your jars for you? And you’ll have takeaway with us tonight?” 

Your flatmates all look at you. “Sure,” you relent. “That would be nice, thanks. But I’m not going to start joining you for those bedtime stories you do in Remus’ room every night.” 

“I’m an unwilling participant in those,” Remus protests unconvincingly. 

“You should rethink that one,” Sirius advises you as he sits down on the couch, pulling out his laptop to begin ordering dinner. “We’re reading the Wrinkle in Time series right now; it’s riveting.”

[ijustbewriting]

A man who yearns is a man who earns

Wolfstar X fem!reader

Summary - In which Remus and Sirius quietly ( not really) yearn for the reader

Warnings : none, (delusional Sirius), shy reader I guess

A//N My first Wolfstar fic !

Word count: 1.2k

“ I want her so bad” Sirius groans softly watching as you laugh along with Lily and Marlene. Remus who had been reading had promptly stopped as he had watched his boyfriend look at the girl who they had both been crushing on as of late. You were in the same year as them, a beautiful and smart Ravenclaw who just so happened to waltz in the boys life and change them forever.

“If you keep starting at her she’ll think you’re a creep” Remus tells his boyfriend

“She’ll think about me !” Sirius gasps, Remus shakes his head at his gasp

“ You really need to stop”

“Why won’t she look at us “ Whines Sirius sitting next down next to Remus who was quick to wrap his arm around his waist and pull him closer.

“Don’t know love” He plants a kiss on his neck making Sirius shiver.

“Do you think she even knows our names” The young Gryffindor pouts.

In all honesty Y/N did know Remus and Sirius, how could she not? The famous group, the marauders. Known for pulling pranks and bringing fun to Hogwarts, it was hard to miss such a group.

Remus and Sirius especially, god were they gorgeous. Remus with his beautiful brown eyes that seemed to be lit by the sun itself, his curly hair that was always curled to perfection, his old soul which was so kind and oh Merlin’s beard was he so smart. The few classes she had with him where she would hear him answer the professors question’s correctly and even sometimes add even more information made her Ravenclaw heart swoon.

Sirius Black, oh Sirius Black. He captivated everyone’s heart. His unique grey eyes and long hair, and that smile. That Sirius Black smile. Charming is what he is, suave with his words having anyone flustered and blushing when Sirius would flirt with them. Everyone wanted him or wanted to be him. But only Remus Lupin was lucky enough to have a slice of whatever Sirius was offering but god did he want top give a piece to you.

You the beautiful creature who captured their hearts when Lily walked into the common room that fateful day. You both were working on a project for Potions. Both of them were awestruck by you. Swearing they had never seen someone as beautiful as you. They knew then and there that they wanted you, the question was how?

It seemed like any time that they wanted to see you, you were scurrying away, off to the library, your dorm or somewhere else where they could not reach you.

One time when Sirius was walking with James after heading back from quidditch practice. Then a sudden figure zoomed right past them, it was you. Sirius blinked and he turned to look at you as you left, he wanted to say something but by gods were you quick. As you turned the corner and disappearing from his sight he promptly fell to his knees.

“Come back my love PLE-“

As you had turned the corner, you stopped swearing that you had heard something

“Must of been the wind” you muttered to yourself.

It was not in fact the wind but none other than Sirius Black dramatically on his knees clutching his chest, the other hand reaching out for you.

“Mate get up this is embarrassing” James muttered

Truth is- you’re painfully shy. Having a crush on Remus Lupin and Sirius Black the it couple right next to Lily and James was painful, for so many reasons. One being the most obvious, they’re both together and you were no home wrecker. Two you could not imagine even being friends with them. They were so different from you, in a good way.

While you were more quiet and reserved, staying in your dorm to read and study. You enjoyed your me time more than anything. Parties at Hogwarts were something you rarely attended, given the fact that you didn’t drink or dance. The few times you did go was because a friend’s or Lily had dragged you. You would see both boys at these parties and they were the life of the party there was no way they would look over at you and want you, at least that’s what you’ve told yourself thus far.

It was far from the truth. Remus and Sirius both yearned for you silently or at least remus did, Sirisu was alwasy loud about those he cared about.

But enough was enough, both of them decided that they were going to get your attention one way or another.

As you exited you class, you sighed as you slinged your bag on your shoulder, the bag was heavy a reminder of all the homework you had to do.

"Ok I finish reading chapters one through twenty and then I can start my essay and give my self enough time-" you muttered to yourself but promptly stopped as your eyes landed on two figures. Remus and Sirius. Quickly and without blinking you turned your heel and began to walk the other way.

"No wait- hold on love" you heard Sirius voice as he catched up to you, now this is the one time you cursed Sirius and Remus's great hieght becasue with a couple of strides they had already caught up to you.

"Dove please" Remus said almost pleadingly. The nickname made you stop walking. The boys both next to you.

"Merlin's beard, your worse than a snitch, I don't even think James would be able to catch you" Sirius huffed in light laughter, Remus smiled soflty.

"We've been looking for you " said Remus

"You have?" you responed in a quiet voice

"yes love, for what feels like an eternity-"

"two months" Remus corrected

"felt like forver to me" huffed Sirius his lips almost pouting

"what for?" you ask

"well we wanted to ask you something actually" Remus started

"We want you so bad" blurted Sirius, now that made you completely freeze up.

"Sirius we said we were going slow" hissed Remus, swatting his partner gently on the shoulder.

"I can't- this will not be a slow burn love, I will not allow it" He shakes his head before grabbing your hand.

"Love, please we've been going crazy without you, you drive us insane and we want you in all ways possible, please let us treat you right, we won't ever hurt you and your days will be filled with love and passion-"Sirius's love declaration was cut of by his boyfriend.

"Pads you're scaring her" He says as he had been wacthing your reaction and it was all wide eyed and he wore you had stopped breathing for a moment. Sirius quickly shut up, the quickest Remus had ever seen him. After a moment of silence you finally spoke.

"You want me- you both want me ?" you sputtered finally breathing again

"Most ardently" Remus answered. You look between both boys, whom you've had been crushing onf for so long, who you had never ever in your life believed that they would ever look at you in that way but here they were. Sirius basically on his knees begging you to talk and Remus with his beautiful eyes asking, no pleading for a positive response. You drew in a deep breathe before answering.

"I want you guys too" You confess

"Praise Merlin and David Bowie she said yes Remus!" exclaimed Sirius.

"Yes I heard her love thank you" chuckled Remus who was now looking you fondly. Sirius who was still holding your hand gave it a small squeeze.

"Did you hear how Remus pulled a Mr. Darcy on you "

[dismalflo]

how it starts

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who like each other from the start ✩ 3.7k words

summary: you know Lily from a shared class, when she invites you to meets some of her friends, Sirius and Remus can't stop flirting.

cw: fluff, reader is a lil shy and insecure, the boys are very sweet, established wolfstar, pre relationship with reader

an: I really enjoyed writing this one and I think i might write a part two

You’re starting to regret agreeing to come. Lily, the sweet girl you met in an art class, had invited you out for drinks with her friends. She swore they were all lovely and that you’d fit in just fine, but the doubts are creeping in. You’re already late because of the bus, and being around new people has never been your strong suit. You try to remind yourself that the whole point of joining the art class was to make friends—backing out now would be stupid.

By the time the pub door comes into view, your hands are shaking. You’re certain you’ll need at least a week to recover from this, but despite it all, you keep pushing forward, determined not to fuck up your one chance.

Before you can even take in the atmosphere, you hear your name shouted across the room. It’s Lily, that lovely redhead you’ve been hoping would be your friend. She waves energetically, and you make your way over to her. The moment you make it over, she wraps you up in a big hug. Her warmth is a stark contrast to the cool night air outside.

"I’m so glad you came!" she nearly shouts in your ear, pulling away just enough to beam at you as if you’ve given her the greatest gift.

“Me too,” you murmur, offering a shy, nervous smile. “You okay?”

“I’m great!” she exclaims, spinning toward the group in a cramped booth. “Everyone, this is Y/N, the friend I told you about.” There’s a chorus of hellos, waves, and friendly smiles.

“You remember James, right?” she asks, pointing to a curly-haired man with glasses. You do remember him. He’s the guy who picks up Lily from art class sometimes. Always nice enough to offer you a lift, but you’ve never taken him up on it. You’ve never met a couple quite as sickly sweet as Lily and James, and you can’t help but feel a little envious of how perfectly they fit together.

You nod and give him a small smile, which he returns.

Lily guides you to the edge of the booth, and the man next to you shuffles over to make room. “Thanks,” you mutter, sitting down.

Lily continues the introductions, her enthusiasm contagious as she goes around the table, pointing to each person in turn. When she gets to the two seated on your left, her grin widens mischievously.

"And this is Remus and Sirius. Don’t listen to a word Sirius says.” She says this with such affection that you can't help but be intrigued. You look up at them, and your breath catches in your throat. They’re both strikingly handsome in different ways. Remus has that soft, almost ethereal quality, like the first light of dawn. Sirius, on the other hand, is all sharp angles and devastating beauty, the kind that could stop anyone in their tracks.

You can’t help but feel like you’re staring a little too long, and you quickly look away, hoping they didn’t notice the awe you felt.

Sirius, however, seems to have noticed. "Charming, Red," he says, making a face at Lily before turning to you with a roguish smile. "Nice to meet you, gorgeous." He winks, and you flush, unsure whether to laugh or run.

Remus rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, though there's a soft fondness in his gaze as he turns to you. “Please, ignore him. Nothing good ever comes from indulging him.”

You giggle, feeling a little more at ease. “It’s nice to meet you both,” you say with a smile. “I’ll try my best.”

Sirius grins like he’s won some kind of victory despite the fact youve just said you'll try to ignore him, his dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "You’ll fit right in, I’m sure," he says, taking a long swig from his pint. 

"Stop being a menace," Lily scolds, but her smile softens the words.

As the conversation flows around you, you begin to relax just a little. It’s easy to get caught up in the energy of the group. You find yourself laughing along, the tension in your chest easing with every passing minute.

But then, Remus leans in—just a little too close—ensuring you hear him clearly. You can’t help but feel a flutter of uncertainty with him suddenly so near, unsure how to react to the closeness.

"So, what do you do?" he asks, his expression soft with genuine curiosity.

“Oh, I work in a bookshop,” you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips. “It’s not exactly my dream job, though…” You drop your gaze, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of his attention, avoiding the need to meet his eyes.

But Remus is persistent. He lowers his head, positioning himself so his gaze stays locked with yours. It’s impossible to look away now.

“What is it that you want to do?” he asks, his voice gentle.

“I’m not… I’m not sure yet, honestly. Still figuring it out,” you admit, shrugging as if to brush off the weight of uncertainty.

Remus mirrors your shrug, as if it’s second nature, and smiles reassuringly. “That’s okay. You’ll figure it out, smart girl.”

His words settle in your chest, a small but comforting warmth. You can’t help but smile back, grateful for his kindness.

Before you can respond, Sirius leans in, clearly unimpressed. “Stop hogging all her attention, Moony,” he says with a teasing grin. “There are other people here.”

“Leave him alone, Pads,” James adds with a playful wink. “I don’t know how you put up with him, Rem. Some bloody boyfriend.”

You're caught off guard, the teasing comment leaving you speechless. Hadn’t they both been flirting with you the entire time? You glance at Remus, your mind racing, before giving him a tentative smile.

“I didn’t realize you two were together,” you murmur, your voice too soft to carry over the buzz of the room. “You seem like a good match, though.”

Although you speak to Remus, it’s Sirius who answers, his grin wide and playful. “I’m glad you think so, gorgeous.”

The rest of the night passes in a blur of light-hearted conversation, the occasional laugh from you blending into the friendly banter at the table. It feels good to be surrounded by such warm company, and you do your best to push any lingering thoughts about Remus or Sirius to the back of your mind.

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It’s a few days before you hear from Lily again. You usually only speak through text, so when you see her calling, a wave of panic washes over you. You brace yourself for the dreaded conversation, certain that she’s about to tell you her friends think you're too quiet or strange.

But when you answer, it’s not at all what you expected. “Everyone’s been asking me to invite you again,” Lily says, her voice light and reassuring. “So, I just wanted to check in—did you enjoy yourself?”

Relief floods through you. You shouldn’t be surprised by her thoughtfulness; Lily’s always been considerate of your shy nature since the moment you met. “I had a lovely time, don’t worry,” you reply, smiling even though she can’t see it. “Thank you for inviting me.”

There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line before she speaks again, her tone slightly more hesitant. “There’s something else too… Remus and Sirius asked for your number. I told them I’d ask if you were okay with it.”

The unexpected request catches you off guard. “Oh…” You don’t know how to process it at first, your thoughts swirling.

Lily senses your hesitation and quickly reassures you, “They won’t hold a grudge if you’d rather not give it to them. It’s completely up to you.”

You take a deep breath, then let it out slowly. “No… no, it’s fine. You can give it to them. That’s alright.”

“Okay, I'll pass it along then.” you can hear the smile in her voice. “We’re all planning on going to the beach on saturday, i’d like it if you’d come?” and god is it hard to say no to Lily, so you agree right away.

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You're unsure of the hasty acceptance of her invite now, analysing the way your body looks in the one-piece swimming costume and denim shorts, laid out on the beach while everyone else is swimming. You’ve been trying to read, but you’ve been stuck on the same page for the last half hour, your eyes constantly drifting toward Remus and Sirius. Even worse, they seem to notice, locking eyes with you every time. It makes you want to sink into the sand and disappear.

Footsteps draw closer, pulling your attention up again, only to be met with the sight of Sirius, freshly emerged from the water, droplets still glistening on his skin. Your cheeks burn.

“You look lovely, doll.” He says softly, almost as though he’s trying not to disturb something fragile.

“Thank you,” you reply, your voice betraying a hint of insecurity. It feels like you’ve been caught in some strange game all day, a competition between them, each trying to outdo the other with compliments and small gestures. It’s overwhelming, but also, rather sweet.

“But I’m sure you hear that all the time, pretty thing.” You expect to see a mischievous smirk, but instead, he’s looking into the distance, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, completely unaware of the weight of his words. “Why aren’t you coming into the water with us?”

“I don’t really… like swimming?” you say, the words tentative, as if afraid they might disappoint him.

“That’s alright,” he replies, his voice soft and reassuring. “I’ll keep you company.” With that, he stretches out beside you, lying down just a bit too close, his hand brushing against the side of your thigh.

Your heart skips a beat at the proximity, and for a moment, you wonder if the warmth you feel on your skin is coming from the sun or from him. You try to focus on the book in your lap, but the words blur before your eyes. It’s difficult to concentrate when your thoughts are racing, and the rhythm of Sirius’s voice still lingers in your mind.

You glance over at him, catching the way his chest rises and falls with each breath. There’s something disarming about the way he makes himself so present, without any sign of expectation, just simply existing beside you.

Before you can muster another word, another figure approaches—this time, it's Remus. You don’t realize how tense you’ve become until you feel his presence like a shift in the air. He’s still wet from the water, though his movements are quieter, more deliberate. When his gaze finds yours, it's different from the teasing look you’ve gotten from Sirius. There’s something warmer in it.

“Mind if I join you two?” Remus asks, a slight grin playing at his lips. It’s playful, but his eyes are soft, almost knowing.

Sirius shifts, giving Remus a nod of acknowledgment, though his body remains close to yours.

“Sure, handsome,” Sirius says, turning his head to give Remus an easygoing smile. “The more the merrier.”

“What about you, dove?” 

“What about me?”

“Are you okay with us both interrupting you?” 

“Oh, yeah of course” you give him a soft smile that earns you a beaming one in return. 

“I was just telling her how pretty she looks, Rem,” Sirius adds with a sly grin, completely unbothered by his own flirting. You however, very bothered, pitch forward and put your head in your hands, embarrassed. 

Both of them laugh at your flustered reaction, amused by how easily you become shy. Once you sit up and finally meet their gazes, the words tumble out without thinking.

“You both look very pretty…” you hesitate, panic creeping in, “or handsome, whatever… you prefer.”

Sirius leans in slightly, his voice low and teasing. “I think ‘pretty’ suits us just fine, don’t you, Remus?”

Remus chuckles, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Absolutely,” he agrees, his tone light.

You feel the heat of your embarrassment creeping back, but there's something strangely comforting about the way they’re both so at ease with you. The tension in your chest seems to dissipate a little as you realize that, despite the teasing, they’re not mocking you—they’re enjoying the moment with you, in their own playful way.

Sirius shifts again, this time sitting up to stretch his legs out. His proximity doesn’t change, though, and you notice how his hand subtly finds its way to rest beside you on the towel, fingertips brushing against yours. It’s a small gesture, but it sends a shock of warmth straight to your core. You glance at him quickly, wondering if he meant to or not. But when his eyes meet yours, there’s a softness there, an openness that catches you off guard.

“I meant it, you know,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost serious. “You really do look beautiful.” There’s no teasing in his tone, only sincerity.

You blink, unsure of how to respond. The words feel like they’re hanging in the air between you two, heavy and vulnerable.

Remus leans forward, “It’s okay, you know,” he adds, a little more serious than before, though his smile is still gentle. “We don’t bite. Just… relax.” He says it in such a soft way that you can’t help but nod, feeling a strange sense of safety in his words. He gives a reassuring pat to your knee but his hand seems to linger for longer than necessary.

It's starting to become impossible not to feel at ease with the two of them, lingering touches passing between the three of you all afternoon. 

As the sun dips below the horizon, everyone climbs back into the cars they arrived in, and you spend most of the drive lost in a daze, staring out the window from the back seat. Remus is driving, his hand resting comfortably on Sirius' thigh. The atmosphere is calm, peaceful. Before you even realize it, the car is slowing to a stop outside your flat.

“Do you… do you want to come up for a cup of tea?” you ask, hesitant but not wanting the evening to end.

“If you’re sure, then we will,” Remus replies, his tone cautious, as if unsure of whether he's overstepping.

You nod eagerly, flashing a smile, and just like that, you're inside your kitchen, preparing cups of tea for the two men lounging in your living room. From the doorway, you can just barely make out hushed, frantic whispers. Although you can’t make out the words, the uneasy energy is enough to make a knot tighten in your stomach.

As you step into the room, mugs in hand, the whispering falls silent. The stillness only deepens the nervous flutter in your chest.

“Thank you, Poppet,” Sirius says with a grin, taking a sip of his tea.

Before you can sit down, Remus calls your name softly.

“Yeah?” you answer, your voice betraying the rapid beat of your heart as you turn to look at him.

“We wanted to ask you something, if that’s okay?” Remus says, his gaze gentle but serious.

You nod, your curiosity piqued, silently urging him to continue.

“Listen, we know this is a little… unconventional,” he starts, his words careful, “but we think you're lovely—”

“And gorgeous!” Sirius interrupts, his tone exuberant.

Remus gives him a pointed look before turning back to you. “Yes… and we were wondering if you’d want to—” He pauses, clearly choosing his words carefully, but Sirius can't wait any longer.

“Christ… Lovely girl, will you go out on a date with us?” Sirius blurts out, his voice both impatient and hopeful.

Your jaw drops in stunned silence.

The room seems to freeze for a moment, your heart hammering in your chest as you process Sirius’s words. It’s like you’ve stepped outside of your body, watching from a distance as your mind scrambles to make sense of what’s just happened.

You glance at Remus, searching his face for any sign of insincerity, but all you see is soft curiosity mixed with a hint of nervousness—just like you feel. You turn to Sirius, who is practically vibrating with anticipation, his eyes wide and hopeful. It’s almost as if he's holding his breath, waiting for your response.

"I... I didn’t expect that," you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. The words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them, and you instantly feel the flush creeping up your neck.

Sirius laughs, a deep, rich sound that echoes in the quiet room. "Sorry, I know we’re kind of springing this on you. We just… we think you’re amazing,"

There’s an undeniable sincerity in his voice now, the playful teasing from earlier gone. Remus, too, is watching you carefully, his expression unreadable for a moment before he speaks softly.

"Take your time, okay?" he says, his voice low and reassuring. "We just wanted to know how you felt, no pressure."

You open your mouth, then close it again, unsure what to say. A thousand thoughts race through your mind—about the feelings you've started to develop for both of them, about the confusion, the surprise, the fact that both of them seem so genuinely interested in you.

It’s overwhelming, but not in a bad way. It's just... unexpected. You think about Remus’s quiet intensity, the way he listens to you with such care. But then Sirius, with his bold, teasing nature, somehow managed to worm his way under your skin, too, making you feel special in a way you never thought you deserved.

“Are you… are you sure?” you finally ask, feeling vulnerable but needing to know the truth. 

At that, Remus rises and walks toward you, moving with quiet confidence. When he stops in front of you, he raises his hand, palm open, as if asking for permission. You remain still, and his hand gently lands on your shoulder, fingers trailing up your neck until they cup your cheek.

“Absolutely,” he says, his voice firm yet tender, no hesitation to be found. His touch grounds you, the certainty in his words a balm to the fluttering nerves inside you.

You glance between them again, searching their faces, before your lips curve upward. “Then yes, I would love to,” you reply, a blush creeping across your cheeks.

Before you can even fully absorb your own answer, Sirius’s hand is in yours, his touch warm and eager, as if he can’t bear not touching you now.

Sirius grins widely, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and before you can blink, he's stepping closer. His thumb brushes against your skin, and it sends a spark straight through your chest.

"I’m glad," he says softly, voice a little huskier than before. There’s an intensity to him now, something beyond the teasing bravado. It makes your heart skip a beat.

Remus, who had been quietly watching the exchange, takes a small step toward you as well. The warmth of his presence, both of their presence,  sends a calming wave through you. He’s not as brash as Sirius, but there’s something incredibly reassuring in the way he stands close, his gaze steady and gentle.

“You’re sure?” he asks, his voice a soft murmur, eyes searching yours with such care. His hand, still resting on your cheek, grounding you.

You nod, feeling your nerves slowly fade under their attention. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

It’s as if the world tilts slightly, shifting into something new, something full of promise. The uncertainty in your chest dissolves as the two men stand in front of you, their warmth, their sincerity, and their shared attention making you feel like you’re exactly where you need to be.

Sirius leans in first, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft, fleeting kiss, the gesture as tender as it is electrifying. It catches you off guard, leaving your skin tingling in the best way. When he pulls back, his eyes meet yours, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"Don't worry, doll," he whispers, his voice light but full of affection

You barely have time to process the warmth of his words before Remus steps forward, his gaze unwavering as he looks down at you. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, his voice so quiet, so sincere, that it sends a shiver down your spine.

The question takes your breath away. You can’t help but nod, your heart hammering in your chest.

Remus’s smile is soft, almost shy, as he leans in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away if you wanted. But you don’t. You want this—want him—so badly that the moment his lips meet yours, you melt into him. The kiss is gentle at first, a whisper of sensation, but it deepens as his hand shifts to cup the back of your head, pulling you closer.

The world seems to disappear, leaving only the feel of his lips against yours and the rush of emotions that swirl in your chest. When he finally pulls back, both of you are breathless, eyes locked.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice soft as he presses his forehead against yours.

Before you can respond, you feel Sirius’s presence behind you again, his hand brushing against your back, warm and steady. He leans down, his lips catching yours in a kiss that’s more eager than the first, but just as careful. It’s a different kind of warmth—intense, full of promise—and when he pulls back, there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You can hardly catch your breath, both Remus and Sirius’s touches lingering like a slow-burning fire against your skin. The kisses, tender yet fervent, have left you dizzy and wide-eyed, unsure of how to process everything that’s just happened. But even in the overwhelming haze of emotions, you feel something undeniably special, something that’s hard to name but impossible to ignore.

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“Moons, I have an important question.”

Remus looked up from his book, only half paying attention. Because, since getting together a month ago, Sirius asked ‘important questions’ a lot. Some of them included, but were certainly not limited to:

Would you love me if I were a worm?

Would you love me if I turned into a dog and ate all of your homework?

Would you love me if I lost all my teeth?

Would you love me if I was bald?

And, Remus’s personal favorite, and the one that confused him the most, would you love me if I was never born?

Of course, Remus answered yes to all of these, because he’d known Sirius for almost five years, so he knew how to placate him. 

So he expected this question to be the same.

“Would you still love me if I dressed like a girl sometimes?”

But now, Remus gave his boyfriend his full attention, because the question seemed to hold more weight. 

“Of course I would, baby,” he replied earnestly, looking over and meeting Sirius’s eyes. “Do you…really think I wouldn’t?”

“Dunno,” Sirius mumbled, playing with a loose thread in his blanket. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

Remus chuckled and moved to sit next to him, grabbing his hand. “I think you’re weird. But however you want to dress, I’ll always think you’re stunning. And I’ll never stop loving you. I promise.”

Gray, tear-filled eyes finally met his own, and Remus momentarily was breathless. “I’m still a boy,” Sirius murmured.

“Even if you weren’t,” Remus swore, “I love you for you.”

At this, Sirius smiled a bit. “What if I were a snail?”

Remus froze and let out a long-suffering sigh, then grabbed a nearby pillow and hit Sirius over the head with it.