#i love sirius black and remus lupin with my whole self

[hart269]

Slithering Hearts

Chapter 2

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem!reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

Notes : A ride in Hogwarts express and the awaited House sorting

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

You were showing off your new owl to your mom, Euphemia, who smiled at the owl "He indeed is cute, what have you named it".

"Altair" you had exclaimed when James came running, more like dragging one of his friends.

"Mom, mom, meet him, It's Sirius" James exclaimed pointing at the other guy who stiffly bowed,

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Potter".

Euphemia smiled pushing him up by his shoulders, "There's no need for such formalities dear". Sirius smiled, relaxing, then he glanced at you and smirked, "You must be the baby potter"

You turned at your brother glaring, "Baby potter", to which he just shrugged.

Turning to Sirius, you extended your hand, "I am Y/N Potter, one year younger, so not a baby".

Sirius chuckled shaking your hand, "If that pleases you".

Euphemia laughed, "Okay now, Sirius why don't you join us, we were gonna go for ice-cream". Sirius looked conflicted, "I would have loved to Mrs.Potter but my mother would kill me if I don't return back". Euphemia nodded, "Later then".

The rest of the shopping went by quick, you had brought many new books, like :-

"A detailed guide to mastering the first year " by Hana Dygh

"The Dark Forces : A Guide to self protection" by Quentin Trimble

with some other light reads. After you two had brought everything required, living and non living, you left the alley with a new member, Altair.

You were packed for Hogwarts, standing at the station you hugged your mom, while your dad was telling James to take care of you, since he was the older brother, which james grudgingly agreed to, earning a light slap on the back of his head. You hugged your dad and told them goodbyes, promising to write to them.

You got on the train with James, who wandered through the cabins before stopping on one where two boys were sitting and talking. One of them was comparatively small, with little eyes, while the other was quite lanky, with was a strange scar running down his neck, he was to first to glance up.

"Hey Mate", they all hugged each other while you stood quite awkwardly at the side, "And this is my sis, Y/N", you shook their hands as they introduced themselves,

"Peter Pettigrew, nice to meet you"

"Remus Lupin, pleasure to meet you"

"Pleasure to meet you too", you said shaking his hand, there seemed to be a wound on his wrist too, it seemed fresh, like an animal's claw, was he attacked, however you didn't stare, instead moved to sit beside James.

The train gate was banged open, huffing wildly, Sirius was standing there grinning, "Hello Guys" he grinned, however behind him you saw the same boy you had seen at the pet shop, he seemed almost embarassred at Sirius's antics, more so as everyone's eye shifted to him.

"This thing here is the new pride of the noble house of Black, Regulus" Sirius announced patting his shoulder.

The boy, Regulus seemed to cower more in itself, glancing tensely, until they landed at you, stopping in recognition. You smiled extending your hand to him, "Y/N Potter". He gently shook it. "Regulus Black"

The train ride was quite tense at first but then, it slowly eased into a more comfortable environment as everyone began talking about their summer, you learned about the various books Remus has read, about Sirius's "evil" as he claimed mothter. However, Regulus sitting infront of you was mostly reserved, so you tried your best to open him up.

"I named my owl Altair, what did you name yours?"

Regulus seemed to be lost in a deep thought, before blurting "Vega"

"That's a nice name"

"Thanks" he uttered the lightest pink dusting his cheeks.

The dusk came soon as the sun dipped into the horizon. The train landed at Hogmeade station, which you looked at wide eyed, it was a beautiful sight, you had heard them talk about it but it was different actually looking at it.

"Open your mouth a bit more and it will fall off" James snickered, leading you to hit him. "Okay, zouwu, first years go by the boat, don't fall in the river"

Sirius snapped his head at you, "Zouwu"

James turned excitedly, "It's a really funny story, on-oomph" James huffed as you hit him again, and fell silent after you threatened him with an embarassing story of his. They all went to the carraiges while you and Regulus joined other 1st years on the boat ride.

The boat you were on consisted of you, Rgulus, a girl named Ismelda and a guy named Barnaby. The dark lake was pitch black, with only the reflection of lights hung on your boats.

Barnaby searched his pockets, "Do you want to see in the black lake, I have someth-" a splash echoed as he slipped into the lake, without thinking you jumped after him, in the icy cold water. Seeing only darkness, you wildly flung your hand until your hand graabbed his leg, holding it you broke the surface, barely able to keep up, you felt two pair of hands wrap around you pulling you and Barnaby up, who coughed and gasped.

Regulus looked at you, "Are you okay?"

Barnaby spluttered, "I'm fine", causing you to snort.

Soon both of you were dry with a swoosh of Professor McGonagoll's wand, who looked at you pointedly, something about potters always present during troubles, and led to the great hall for house sorting. One by one students were called and sorted, leading a cheer from their respective houses. Regulus went before you, sitting apprehensively at the stool.

"SLYTHERIN"

You glanced at Sirius, who visibly slumped, eyes glinting with dissapointment. Regulus looked relaxed but solemn. And soon your name was called, before the hat covered your eyes, you saw James giving you a thumbs-up with a wide grin. Sitting in anticipation, you waited in baited breath, suddenly a voice spoke to you, in your mind,

"Hmm, you seem to have a wandering mind yet its sharp, theres bravery, potential"

Thrn it was a sharp silence, and a loud cheer as your ears rang and you tried to make sure you had heard correctly,

"SLYTHERIN"

#regulus black #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x you #regulus black series #regulus black x reader #regulus black x female reader #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #timothee fanfic #marauders era #marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

[expectopatronum81]

Unpopular opinion but......

Am I the only one who misses the og marauders? The marauders fandom isn't even about the marauders now, 99% of their canon personality traits hv been replaced with cliqued behaviour. For some reason there's a massive obsession with their sexuality and I just don't get it? Lyk can't u have a character with any sexual orientation with personality traits outside it anymore? Does there really need to be a complete erasure of their most defining traits? I just wish we could get the actual marauders era characters back

James Potter: Pureblood, rich, intelligent, arrogant, a bully, but extremely loyal; took Sirius in and turned into an animagus for his werewolf bestie when the whole world would have shunned him; he could have led a life of utmost comfort but chose to risk his life and fight for those he loved in a war that didn't even concern him personally. His last words were asking his wife and child to escape while he tried to hold voldy off without a wand

Sirius Black: Haughty, a bully, extremely good looking, cool, rich, blood traitor by 16, comes from a family of literal death eaters, very intelligent, loyal, will do anything for those he loves( especially james and later Harry), thick as hell (my boy really survived in a depression prison for 12yrs, tht too after all the horror he'd seen before that), dark, very traumatized and broken

Remus Lupin: Gentle (yup u read that right), kind, mischievous (ppl really overlook this), very insecure, let james and Sirius bully Snape coz he was too thankful for their acceptance and affection to tell them off, considered himself undeserving of love, his self loathing prevents him from being a responsible adult/ parent for Harry, lowkey manipulative. Very compassionate and empathetic even after everything he's been thru tho

Peter Pettigrew: Considered slow and stupid, insecure, tags along with the others for protection, but obviously cunning and manipulative, a disgusting rat tho

Regulus Black: Teenage Reggie worshipped death eaters, he had newspaper clippings of them on his wall, completely believed in those racist ideologies until he realised what the reality of being a death eater was. He tried to bring voldy down but there's no evidence of him completely changing his beliefs about everything else like muggle borns, muggles, werewolves etc. Very cunning and intelligent tho, he discovered voldemort's secret before Dumbledore did. Liked kreacher but kreacher was also brainwashed with pureblood ideology, so I ll only give him half the credit. Bravely sacrificed his life in the end, but he still chose to protect his racist family.

Lily Evans: muggleborn, good at portions, described as popular and vivacious, pretty, the favourite sibling, isn't afraid of standing up to ppl (tht smirk in swm tho?), very brave, and most importantly (ppl really choose to forget this nowadays) a mother who stood in front of her baby boy in hopes of saving him from the darkest wizard alive even tho she herself was only 21 at the time, tht too right after losing her husband. Tho I'd still say that lily is a badly written character

It's fun to explore characters but not one of these core characteristics r even present. They're turned into one dimensional social justice warriors who r always right in everything they do

Now I get it, ppl want them to fit with current day ideals, but y not just create different/new characters then? What's the point of holding on to that nostalgia if most of their character isn't even there anymore? Where's all the toxicity coming from? And anyone who doesn't agree is homophobic and whatever other -phobic u choose to employ in the most irrelevant context ever. It's all so stupid smh🙄

#harry potter #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #regulus black #lily evens #marauders era #mauraders #anti fanon #anti marauders #pro james potter #pro sirius black #pro remus lupin #pro lily evans #pro regulus black #pro sirius

[melodramaschild]

Cigarettes out of the window- poly! marauders when you start overworking out to try and be prettier for them

Robie's funeral

𝐂𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖, 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏

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Warnings: bulimia, body dysmorphia, slow burn, crying and bad mental health, negative self-talk, not happy ending, my writing, part 2 on its way

Let me know if I forgot anything

Words count: 2 299

Pairing: poly! Remus Lupin x James Potter x Sirius Black x fem!reader

Read me: If you see any mistakes, please let me know. English isn’t my first, not even second, language and reminding me of some mistakes would help a lot. Also, feel free to reblog.

A/N: please, don’t read this if you’re easily triggered about your eating disorder. Remember that this is not any motivation for you to start witch such a thing like this. I’m just writing the request. If you feel like you have problems with eating disorder, please reach out for help. || and I’m also sorry that I didn’t stick up with only reader who is overworking out.

My girl Y/n/n used to always smoke cigarettes when she couldn't sleep

You were sitting in the bath robe, hair hidden in a hair mask under a satin bonnet and tears slowly daring out. You needed to look pretty.

Covering yourself in another face mask, the liquid substance sticking on your skin and your fingers gently massaging it in.

That’s what you’ve been doing everyday for the last few weeks.

You stopped sneaking into your boyfriends’ room as you did every night, instead you were doing… whatever you want to call this. Let’s call it a bad habit of yours. A new bad habit.

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Instead you were falling asleep with loud thoughts and tears slowly staining your pillow. Your thoughts were cruel, mean, inexorable. Always telling you that their love is just a prank on you and if you really want to be lovable you need to be pretty, and that you weren’t pretty for love.

Late night heavy thoughts were replaced with James’ (and sometimes Sirius’) morning workout. Just typical cardio. Running on the Quidditch’s field as your lungs were always burning. That was the price of beauty.

“Are you alright, sweet cheek?” James asked between his own gasps as he saw you ‘I’m going to pass out any moment’ position. Hands on your knees, labored shallow breathing and tears burning in your eyes. “Y-yeah,” you breathed out, the breath burning your throat. “Just forgot how to breathe for a bit.” you tried to play it as a joke but James was still worried. “Alright, just catch me if you are too tired.” He leaned down to kiss your sweaty forehead and you couldn’t help but feel disgusting. And disgusted.

James kissed your sweaty forehead. Your ugly forehead where you didn’t practice your morning skin care routine. Your forehead that was now all scrunched up. Your fucking sweaty forehead that was dripping with sweat.

For you, it was derogatory now.

But for you in the past and for James, it was normal and a sign of love. James didn’t care how sweaty you were and how you looked. He loved you whole with his whole huge heart, no matter what. And for you in the past, it would mean the same.

“Do you fancy a shower with me?” James smirked at you towards the shower. It was something you used to do after his games. All four of you. Take a shower where you and Remus pampered James and Sirius. Massaging their scalps and planting small kisses all over each other.

It was something you used to do with James after his training. Taking a quick shower with him, which always turned into a water fight. No one was happy because of that mess afterwards.

And normally you would fancy a shower with James. But the person was no longer in you. You needed to be pretty to have a fancy shower. Anyway, you used trips to bathroom for a different reasons now too.

“No, thank you, Jamie.” you gave him your apology and before he could say something, you ran away to take your own shower.

To wash out the sweat and scrub your whole body to have the smoothest skin in the whole United Kingdom. To have smooth skin like those girls you read about it fan-fictions.

She'd disappear for an hour and a half and when she'd come back she'd brush her teeth

And that went day after day. Meeting James on the morning run and then Sirius on the evening run. Meeting Remus on the afternoon study because no one would date a stupid girl.

“Are you alright?” Remus asked you when he noticed that you’re not there in spirit. You didn’t answer, he reached out his hand, the back of it stroking the side of your shoulder.

“Mhm,” you hummed, only because you heard some noises. Remus sighed, sadness washing over him as he realised that no matter what was happening, he was slowly losing you. They, they were slowly losing you.

He leaned a bit closer to you, his warm fingers hooking under your chin, your eyes locking with his amber eyes. The golden hour played with his hair and eyes, making him look like a fallen angel. So pretty.

And so pretty, but not for you.

“Talk to me, pretty girl.” he said, softly. “Why don’t you talk to me?” His lips turned into one of his sweet smiles. “Talk to me, like you used to.” His fingers found their way to stroke your cold cheek. “So, are you alright?” he raised his eyebrows at you. In his face there was no taunt or mockery, just a lust for knowing what’s really bothering you. There was a worry written in his face.

You opened your mouth but all you could do was to choke on your words. Your lower lip started to wobble and you couldn’t fill your lungs with oxygen.

“N-no.” you squeaked before completely fondling yourself into Remus’ open arms.

No.

Just a simple one word, one sentence that was telling him a whole story. Remus pulled you closer to him, and closer, and closer until you were curled up in his lap. Your arms wrapping around his neck like you’re drowning and he was your saving buoy.

Painful and heart wrecking sobs were escaping your throat and your salty tears were drenching his jumper. But all he ever wanted was you to know that it’s okay. That you could ruin every jumper he owned with your tears if that would cure you.

His warm hands were traveling from your shoulder blades to your lower back, rubbing your loins as he knew that they would hurt you.

His warm and soft hands, on your tender shaking back.

“Shh,” he whispered oh so quietly. “Is going to be alright, darling.” He squeezed his eyes shut, fighting his own tears not to escape in front of you.

“It’s not, it’s not going to be okay.” you sobbed and clutched on his tall figure.

“No no, don’t say that, sweet girl,” he shook his head and a first tear slipped from his closed eyes, running down his cheek and burning on his fresh unhealed scar. “It is going to be okay, alright?” he placed a kiss on the top of your head. He didn’t give you a chance to argue with him before he pleaded: “Look at me,” his voice was desperate. Just like his hands prying your face from his neck.

Remus cupped your face, seeing tears streaming down your face and your lips being curled up in a painful twist. If the room was silent, you could hear Remus’ heart shattering into billion tiny pieces.

“We are going to solve this out, alright?” He looked at you through his light lashes. “You and me,” he continued. “You and me and Jamie and Sirius, okay? We’re not going to let you be alone for this.” Remus promised.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to him, nor even nod, all you could do was to hide in his body again and cry into his jumper.

But I could still smell it on her raggedy teeth

Sirius was playing with Padfoot’s tennis ball, throwing it into the air, trying to reach the ceiling. His eyebrows were knitted together in an intended look.

“I think something’s wrong.” he murmured out of nowhere.

“Wacha mean by that?” Remus looked up from his book, The Shining, still smelling new. “Look at it, mate,” Sirius sat up on his bed, spreading his arms around. “Y/n/n is not here.”

Remus and James glared at him, their faces telling that they already noticed.

“I mean,” Sirius started. “She was there,” he looked at his other boyfriend. “and suddenly she’s not here. Only meeting up with me on my afternoon run and-”

“What did ya say?” James interrupted him and titled his head.

“What?”

“”Bout that run, say it again.”

Sirius blinked at him a few times, completely confused just like every time in position class. Marauders talked about everything. Remus, Sirius and James especially as they all had the love bond. They talked about Quidditch, they talked about studying, they talked about why James ate cheese again when he’s lactose intolerant, they talked about their breathtaking girlfriend. They talked about what to do for the big anniversary, where to take you and if you would fancy a trip to Edinburg… but for some reason they never talked about how you’re sticking up with them through the day.

“She is running with me on afternoon runs,” Sirius nervously chuckled. “What’s wrong with that?” he asked.

The thing about Sirius’ run was… Let’s say that Sirius found a healthy coping mechanism for him. But what was saving him was something that was killing you.

James stood there, blankly staring into the space.

“James, what’s happening?” Remus crawled at the end of the bed to his boyfriend. James didn’t hear him, the ringing was way too loud in his ears, like hundreds of mosquitoes attacking his brain, only experiencing this feeling when he got overwhelmed with the whole world.

Remus reached out for his hand and tucked on his fingers. “Darling boy,” he looked up at him. “What’s going on? Talk to me.” Remus pleaded.

“Y/n/n was on a run with me this morning.” James started. “And yesterday’s morning too.” he breathed in. “And the previous morning too, and that morning too,” he wanted to continue but his voice disappeared into the air as his brain started working with puzzles.

“She was with me yesterday’s afternoon too, and the previous too.” Sirius added, slowly catching in.

“That’s… too much,” James whispered. “And then… I didn’t see her at breakfast. Not for the last few weeks.” James started thinking out loud.

“Oh c’mon, mate, she said she is getting nauseous from breakfast.” Sirius waved in front of him, completely believing your explanation.

But Remus understood. Way more quickly then he would want to.

The way he saw you getting more and more exhausted everyday, the way you excused yourself for bathroom breaks after everything you ate, the way you kept sipping on your water without even reminding. Something was awfully wrong.

“Fuck,” Remus breathed out when he realised. “What?” Sirius and James glared at him.

“Did you notice any suspicious behavior in her?” He asked, quickly opening his bedside table and grabbing his notes and pen, scrambling something down.

“Mmm,” James thought. “Lot’s of drinking?” Sirius brought that up. “Like she is able to drink a whole liter on our afternoon run. Which is weird, she used to drink a whole liter throughout the day, not an hour.”

Remus wrote that piece down, doing his math. It would make sense, it was after lunch and running made you nauseous too anyway. The perfect opportunity.

“Anything other?” He asked.

“Well, for me, it’s not spending time with us. It’s been weeks since we had a sleepover. And sometimes, I see her on a map sneaking into Hogsmeade and always coming back with bags of something.” James added.

“Mhm,” Remus nodded. “That’s really… new and odd.”

“Remus what are you doing?” Sirius asked, trying to sneak glances behind his shoulder.

“Thinking, it’s a very helpful thing.” Remus snearled.

After a few minutes, Remus was done, pinching the bridge of his nose as he was the one wearing glasses.

“I… I’m only assuming, but,” Remus took a deep breath. “It’s obvious Y/n has a problem. On that list there can be issues with food consumption and weight loss. Maybe some shopaholic tendencies too.” He read you out like a book

“But what does she buy?” James asked.

“Maybe… I don’t know.” Remus shook his head.

“So, when are we going to talk to her?” Sirius mumbled, his legs bouncing as his thoughts swirled in his mind. Another fake scenario is coming up about you.

“What time is it?” James asked. “Around 16, do you have any idea where she is?” Remus looked at his boyfriends. “Probably at her place.” They looked at each other, communicating through eyes and suddenly it all clicked. They all got up, ruffling their bed sheets.

They all reached their stairs but Remus stopped, turning around and running back. “Rem! What are you doing? We are running out of time!” Sirius shouted. “Shut up!” Remus barked and ran to his drawer. Ruffling it all over until he found the thing he got back for. Your (his) comfort (not his comfort) sweater. Remus quickly changed it and tidied it up with his fingers. It was a forest sweater with light and red stripes, it was a bit itchy on his skin and people sometimes mocked him for it, but he swore to the Lord that it was a magnet on you. Every time he wore it, you were glued to him for the whole day, always nuzzling your cheek into his chest and always holding him so close.

“Really? You had to change right now?” Sirius chuckled. “You don’t get it.” Remus rolled his eyes.

They ran into your place, knocking on your door and deciding to come in when no one answered.

Maybe you were just taking a nap, listening to some music or forgot to close the door.

However and whatever, they expected everything, but none of them wanted to believe that they would see their girlfriend coming from her bathroom, wiping her mouth into her sleeve that was covered in… god knows stuff. With puffy lips and eyes stained red, looking like she committed the biggest crime ever.

“Loves,” you did hoarse, your throat still burning up.

“What-” Sirius started, shaking his head as everyone had their eyes glued on you, shocked and scared expressions on their faces.

“What have you done…?”

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[whinlatter]

something tells me you don't really like tonks, just a hunch xD

For the relationship ask if you're still doing it: harry and remus, molly and remus, teddy and adromeda. I would love to see what do you think <3

noooo i love tonks! i had a ball writing her and think that @evesaintyves’ rendering of her is one of fandom’s greatest gifts 😭 i just find it very funny that harry thinks she should low key get a grip. and as a clumsy young woman who should myself get a grip, i say: get off her case, hjp.

ok the remus + tonks/black extended family universe... hyped for this one. delicious choices, thank you anon. (i have a few more in the inbox i'm going to take a stab at but am trying to avoid spoilery ones or ones where i risk boring you all again by repeating old talking points, so if i don't get to one pls forgive me...)

right — to business. we begin with everybody looking at remus lupin waiting for him to put his crippling self loathing aside to write (1) singular letter to his dead friend's son:

i jest (to an extent). but i do think the entirety of harry and remus' dynamic is best encapsulated in one singular scene in PoA:

“When they get near me — ” Harry stared at Lupin’s desk, his throat tight. “I can hear Voldemort murdering my mum.” Lupin made a sudden motion with his arm as though to grip Harry’s shoulder, but thought better of it.

i know there's a very understandable move in AUs to imagine what would have happened if remus had raised harry - or, more often, if remus had been 'allowed' to raise harry by dumbledore. but looking past the whole plot-requiring-harry-to-be-at-the-dursleys thing, the truth is, canon remus lupin would never have put himself forward to raise harry, because of his own (not unfounded!) concerns about the precarity of his existence and the dangerousness of his condition. remus' sense of self - more specifically his fear of himself, and his very low self worth - consistently lead him to hold harry at arm's length from the moment he's introduced in the series until its bitter end. i don't think remus at all approves of the way harry is treated at the dursleys. but i can very much imagine that remus thinks it would still be better than the life he could have given harry if he ever had been called upon to serve as his primary caregiver. one of the most interesting implicit dynamics in the series is that harry notices this and does, to some extent, resent it (obviously the fact that he only ever calls him 'lupin' in his narration, though uses remus to his face, and also: 'Harry had received no mail since the start of term; his only regular correspondent was now dead and although he had hoped that Lupin might write occasionally, he had so far been disappointed.') while the harry & remus fight in DH is about harry's view of what remus ought to do re tonks and the baby, it’s also harry coming as close as saying to remus: you're letting your own child down like you let me down. ('I’m pretty sure my father would have wanted to know why you aren’t sticking with your own kid, actually... He had it coming to him,” said Harry. Broken images were racing each other through his mind: Sirius falling through the veil; Dumbledore suspended, broken, in midair; a flash of green light and his mother’s voice, begging for mercy… ‘Parents,’ said Harry, 'shouldn’t leave their kids unless—unless they’ve got to.')

molly and remus: i think this is a very, very underrated relationship! i know there’s a lot of molly-bashing around these days, especially if you’re a marauders and/or sirius and/or wolfstar stan. but i think it is very very overlooked that the person who looks after adult remus the most from 1995 onwards, and who shows him some of the deepest trust and roots for his happiness, is molly. for a man who has plainly known a huge amount of financial/food/housing insecurity, and who is so villainised in wider wizarding society, it is no small gesture for molly to not only provide for remus materially but also to trust him in a house with all of her children and encourage him in a romantic relationship he struggles to feel entitled to and worthy of. (i love sirius, but he is in no fit state to ‘look after’ remus in the last year of his life, and fandom’s continued unwillingness to recognise the importance of domestic/caregiving labour as a vital contribution to the resistance will never not be problematic af). remus clearly values and admires molly in return - the only time he actually ever entertains a parent/guardianship role is when molly is weeping over her boggart, crying onto remus’ shoulder (‘what must you think of me?’) and he assures her that if anything were to happen to her and arthur, he would be a part of the team making sure her children are taken date of (‘what do you think we’d do, let them starve?’) remus’ relationship with molly is often the more mild-mannered translator of her viewpoint to others (especially others with hot tempers), and mediator trying to find middle ground between molly’s protective instincts and the battle/ready instincts of others. (more grist to my sirius & ginny parallels mill — in DH, when a fuming ginny is desperately trying to sneak off to fight in the battle, it’s remus who appeals to molly and ginny to find the compromise of ginny staying in the room of requirement to know what’s going on but not actively fight, a mirror image of his role mediating the dispute between sirius and molly over harry’s right to know what’s going on at grimmauld in ootp…) molly accepts this compromise, a sign that she trusts remus implicitly (she never frets that a werewolf is living among her children in ootp onwards, and invites him to christmas readily even after months undercover with the pack) and also feels able to call him out (‘i’ve always said you’re taking a ridiculous line on this, remus’.) this is too long but basically — justice for molly and remus, unlikely buds!

teddy and andromeda: i weirdly think a lot about teddy lupin these days. i tend to imagine teddy as a very mild-mannered, affable, calm child, like who remus might have been had he not been bitten, with tonks' heart and sociability but also with something of remus' more philosophical disposition. i think he'd slip very naturally into a big brother role because, in part, he does see himself as having a responsibility to take care of people, and i think this would shine through in his relationship with andromeda. we know teddy was raised by his gran, and i imagine she feels enormously protective of him, perhaps bordering on strict in her desire to keep him safe from the harm that came to all the rest of her family. but i like to imagine teddy didn't act out against this too much, in part because he understands where it comes from and in turn feels very protective of andromeda. growing up in the aftermath of the war would make teddy as a child particularly aware of the grief and pain and the silences among the adults around him, and i think teddy would take any compensatory protective strictness on andromeda's part with good grace, and humour her for it. i like to think teenage/young adult teddy serves as the translator for any of his gran's more prickly edges, and that they have a very close relationship that both of them really treasure.

#meta #wow really got the soapbox out for this one #and depressed myself in the process #me screaming into the void forever that remus is canonically crap and that's why he's so interesting #remus lupin #andromeda tonks #teddy lupin #molly weasley

[aanoia]

can I request a Remus Lupin imagine to Lover by Taylor Swift

happy to oblige, hope you love it!

Lover

Remus Lupin x reader words; 1,428 song; Lover by T Swizzle warnings; none i dont think my masterlist hehehe he's so cute i'm gonna be so fr with y'all, writing is the only thing keeping me from having a big mental breakdown so smiles :) if you love a song, the marauders, and my writing, request a song fic and your wish shall be my command. ENJOYYY

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

“It’s closer to Easter than it is Christmas, why is your tree still up?” Lily asked, eyeing our cat who was playing with the bells hanging on the lower branches of the Christmas tree.

“Because Christmas is superior and deserves recognition all year.” I explained, glancing at my boyfriend who laughed with his friends. “And it makes Remus happy.”

And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?

“Oh, and I got you multiple candles because I know how much anxiety you get burning candles because you don’t wanna “waste” them, so I bought like, five so you didn't have to worry about that.” Remus said as he unpacked the grocery sack, pulling out the assortment of candles he bought.

I looked at Remus with a lovesick smile, “I’ve never told you about that.” I said quietly and he paused to look me in the eye.

“You didn’t have to. I know you.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

“Okay, Moony, are you ready to g- what the fuck?” James said as he walked through our apartment door, Sirius and Peter trailing behind him.

“Oh, wow, Moons, looks like you got a leech.” Sirius commented, walking into the kitchen and raiding our cupboards.

“I was ready, but then she attached herself to me and she won’t let go.” Remus explained, rubbing my back softly as I clung onto him.

“You can’t take him.” I mumbled, my voice being muffled by his shirt and James laughed. “I’m serious, I need him.”

“Actually, I’m Sirius.” Sirius said, walking out of the kitchen with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter.

“Fuck you.” 

Sirius scoffed, “Rude.”

“C’mon, love, it’s only for a weekend.” Remus said and I just held on tighter.

“Nope. I’m a crazy obsessive bitch and you can’t go.”

“At least she’s self aware.” Sirius said as he left the house, stealing our peanut butter.

And ah, take me out, and take me home

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

“Sh, you’re okay now.” I soothed gently as Remus panted, the cuts across his body red and angry. I carefully wiped away dirt and blood and bandaged up his words, all the while talking quietly to him to calm his mind. “It’s all done, Rem, you’re okay.” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, he closed his eyes and almost instantly let sleep take over. I sighed and walked into the living room. “Rough night?” I asked the three boys and they nodded.

“It’s been getting worse lately.” James said, revealing the large cut on his upper arm.

“Well, everything will be alright. Let’s not worry him.”

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

“Take your shoes off on my damn couch, Sirius Black.” I scolded as I walked out of the kitchen, a bowl of popcorn in my hand.

“My bad, your majesty.” he said and took his shoes off, throwing them at my legs.

“I don’t like you.”

“You love me.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Hello, love.” Remus interrupted, grabbing the popcorn from me and placing a kiss on my cheek.

“Hello, Rem.”

“What are we gonna watch?” Peter asked from his fort on the floor and James stuck his head out of it, opening his mouth and signaling Sirius to throw him a piece.

“Ooo!” I said excitedly, turning to Remus who already knew what I was going to suggest. “Can we watch-”

“Love and Pain and the Whole Damn Thing?” We said in sync and I laughed with a nod.

“We’ve watched literally every time we’ve had a slumber party.” James said with a frown and his wife threw a pillow at him.

“It’s a great movie, James.” Lily scolded.

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

“Six, oo, seven.” I counted quietly and Remus snorted.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Counting, duh.”

“Well, yes, but what are you counting?”

I glanced at Remus, “The amount of people who look at you and do a double take, which obviously means they think you’re cute, which I wouldn’t blame them to be honest.”

“That’s cool. Sucks for them though, yeah?”

“Why?”

Remus paused and grabbed my arm, making me come to a halt. He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Because I’m all yours.”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

“Y/n, you are the love that came without warning; you had my heart before I could say no.” Remus recited to his friends.

“That is the cheesiest thing on Earth.” Sirius commented but James hit his arm.

“I think she’ll love it, and that makes it even cheesier.” He said with a nod and Remus smiled gently.

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover

“Will you marry me?” Remus asked, finishing his speech that brought wet tears to my eyes.

“Yes, Rem, yes I will. Of course I will.” I whispered and he put the ring on my finger before standing up and throwing his arms around me. He spun me around in the air and set me down to plant a fat kiss on my lips, joy radiating off him.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

“Do you, Y/n, take this man, Remus, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asked and I smiled at Remus, wiping a stray tear off his cheek.

“I do.”

“And do you, Remus, take this woman, Y/n, to be your lawfully wedded wife?” 

Remus nodded, “I do.”

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

The priest nodded with a smile, “You may kiss the bride.” Whoops and hollers filled the air as our lips met, the loudest coming from Sirius, James, and Peter who were off to the side. I smiled into the kiss, happy to finally be tied to Remus - which also means his best friends - for the rest of our lives.

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

“Y/n/n-” A small voice said and I looked down to see a five year old Harry pulling gently on my dress.

“Ah, my favorite boy.” I said and bent down to pick him up. “How are you, little man?” 

“I good.” He smiled wide, placing a wet kiss on my cheek and I laughed. “Uncle Remmy said to give you a kiss.”

I looked up at my husband who winked at me with a smile, “How kind of him. Can you go tell him it’s almost time for cake?” I said and Harry nodded as I set him down. He immediately began running to Remus as fast as his little legs would let him, an angry expression on his face with his teeth bared and little growls coming from his throat. 

Remus laughed as Harry whispered in his ear. He stood up and immediately made his way over.

“I assume you did not tell Harry that you wanted to meet me in the bedroom?” He said with a smirk and my eyes widened.

“What?!”

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

“Ah, Paris, the city of love.” I sighed dreamily and Remus laughed.

“You are my city of love.” He said and I furrowed my brows.

“That makes zero sense.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“It makes sense to me.”

“You’re weird.”

“Are you sure?”

“Extra positive.”

You're my, my, my, my

Oh, you're my, my, my, my

Darling, you're my, my, my, my

I smiled at Remus and looked in his eyes as we laid together on the bed.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and my smile grew.

“You’re beautifuller.”

“You’re beautifulest.”

“You’re beautifullerest.”

Remus snorted, “That’s definitely not a word.”

I winked, “I’d beg to differ, Mr. Beautifullerest.”

Lover

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"The Headmaster's Office" Drarry Oneshot

"Surely measures will be taken against Mr. Potter, or believe me, the ministry will hear about this-"

"Oh for the love of god, Lucius, they are just kids. Stop acting like Harry committed arson on your son's hair."

Lucius looks as though he wanted to punch Sirius, who was grinning.

"Professor, do we really need to be doing this? They are just kids-"

"And your kid just happened to hex my son!"

Remus sighed, looking too tired to be having this argument that, in his option, was extremely stupid.

"Now now, Lucius, Remus, Sirius, punishment shall be given accordingly," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Excellent-"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME-"

"Sirius sit down!"

It was not a lie to say it was chaos in the Headmaster's office.

Draco and Harry, meanwhile, were just watching their parents fight, both of which, kind of amused at the whole thing.

Truth was, Harry technically had meant to hex Draco, but like, for a self defense preposes, but he had missed and Draco was just milking it like the absolute drama queen he was.

"Is your dad always so loud?" Draco asked Harry in a whisper, as Sirius continued to yell in outrage at Lucius, while Remus tried to get him to sit down and be quiet.

"Sirius? Not always, but definitely a lot more so than Remus," Harry responded, his voice also a whisper, which was hard because he wanted to laugh his head off at this scene playing out before them.

Draco nodded, smirking as his own father was yelling now.

"So, after this, what are you're plans? Wanna head to the Three Broomsticks? Maybe like around two o'clock?" Draco asked, his voice somehow even quieter; which in Harry's option, was crazy because it was a wonder he could even speak at all without laughing, and for Draco to just look smug and be easily quiet, just wow.

"Sure, I'm free, and I'd love too- wait are you asking me-"

"SIRIUS ORION LUPIN-BLACK YOU ARE GOING TO SIT DOWN IN THIS CHAIR RIGHT NOW, AND YOU ARE TO STOP YELLING AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP ACTING LIKE YOU ARE GOING TO PUNCH MR. MALFOY!" 

Remus finally snapped it seemed, and yelled at Sirius, and was giving Lucius the dirtiest of death glares he could give through those tired eyes of his.

Sirius quickly sat down and shut up, and hell, even Lucius shut up after that. Even Harry and Draco didn't want to say a word through whispers.

"Headmaster, as you were saying."

Dumbledore nodded, at Remus, probably thankful for the yelling to be done.

"Thank you, Mr. Lupin-Black. Ah yes as I was saying, both Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Potter, will be serving in detention with Professor Snape."

Lucius looked furious as Dumbledore says this, clearly not expecting his 'perfect, sweet, innocent' son to receive any punishment.

"Headmaster-"

"Shut it Malfoy," Sirius said coldly under his breath, glaring at Lucius.

"See you at the Three Broomsticks, Potter," Draco whispered as they all were dismissed by Dumbledore.

Harry felt the slightest of blushes creep onto his faces as he walked out with his two dads and the Malfoys.

He, Harry Potter, was going on a date with his 'enemy', Draco Malfoy.

Harry didn't know whether to jump for joy, or cry in a hole somewhere.

Either way he was thrilled.

Sirius was practically seething with rage for Lucius as they left, Remus looked pissed at Lucius and at Sirius, Lucius just had a plain annoyed scowl on his face that he always had when things didn't go his way.

But Harry? He was grinning ear to ear; and Draco was happily smirking as they made there way to their common rooms and their parents started to leave.

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[Word count: 592]

[A/N: I really couldn't think of a title for this one lmao-]

#drarry #drarry microfic #draco x harry #harry x draco #wolfstar #harry potter #draco malfoy #sirius black #remus lupin #lucius malfoy #albus dumbledore

[wastelandmoony]

Déjà Vécu: Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen : Kiss & Tell

Summary: Ending the school year with a revelation.

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Regulus Black, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Lily Evans

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking.

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May 6th, 1974

As Spring rolled in, the grounds began to thaw, but the air still held the occasional brisk chill. The same hot and cold could perfectly describe the state of Sirius and Mary’s relationship. The marathon make-out sessions were replaced by explosive arguments, each one being of similar substance: Sirius’ immaturity. Frankly, she was on Mary’s side with almost every fight they overheard, though none ever dared to get involved. The tension amongst the group was wound so tightly, with Sirius more often than not in a sour mood due to being scolded by his girlfriend for being a complete and utter twat. Mary, being strong and vocally opinionated, was never one to back down, holding her ground for as long as possible until Sirius would eventually slink back and apologize, resulting in a feverous display of lips and tongues.

The following week, the cycle would start again. It was exhausting. 

On the morning of May’s full moon, Remus Lupin snapped.

“PLEASE! For the love of Merlin, Godric, and all things sacred, can you two REFRAIN from trying to swallow the other whole during breakfast!” He slammed his fists onto the table, startling the rest of them with the aggression. 

The entire surrounding table went silent. Sirius and Mary stared at him in shock, hands still tangled in each other’s hair. 

One could blame it on the moon, but they had all wanted to say it out loud for months now, it was only a matter of time. 

After the initial shock of the outburst wore off, Sirius pinched his face into a scowl, “What’s got you all pissy?”

From under the table, she landed a swift kick to his shin. James, Peter, herself, and Sirius had all memorized the lunar cycles ever since finding out about Remus’ lycanthropy, always aware of the upcoming full moons months in advance. Sirius however, had begun to slack, choosing instead to memorize the curves of his girlfriends body. 

Remus stood up in a huff, tossing his book bag over a shoulder and storming out of the hall. 

She watched as the realization of what Sirius had done washed over his face. 

“You’re an absolute moron,” she grumbled while he raked a hand through his messy hair. 

Mary slid off his lap and onto the bench, “Is Remus okay? He seems really on edge…”

“He’s fine,” James, her, and Peter said in unison. Not suspicious at all.

“He seems to be in the hospital wing a lot—“ Lily chimed in, brow creased in concern.

“—he gets migraines,” she shot the redhead a firm look, one that demanded an end to the matter. 

“Oh my mum’s prone to those, they’re awful!” Thank god for Mary fucking MacDonald.

Seizing the window, James stood up and clapped a now-sulking Sirius on the shoulder, “I’m headed to the pitch, fancy some drills?”

He nodded, offering a half-hearted smile to his friend and rising from the table.

“Mind if I join?” She began to pack up her bag, “I could use a welcome distraction from studying.”

James grinned, eager at the chance to indoctrinate another member into his quidditch cult. 

Marlene tagged along as well, catching up just as they were approaching the pitch. They began to part, James, Sirius, and Marlene heading to the field while she was contented to stay in the stands and observe. The two boys were already rocketing into the air when she heard Marlene whistle, turning to see her friend standing with an extra broom in her hand, waggling her eyebrows, “We can have a pick-up game if you join!”

Minutes later, she found herself sitting thirty feet in the air, watching as Sirius launched the quaffle past Marlene’s outstretched arm and through the hoop she had been trying to defend. Sirius pumped his fist victoriously into the air as Marlene pouted, shooting him a determined death glare. The sun was almost at its highest point, blazing down as the four of them got lost amongst the early summer breeze. 

Wiping the sweat from her brow, James came to a hovering stop alongside. 

“Thanks for letting me join you, it feels really good to get my head out of the books for a bit,” she smiled, watching as he wiped his glasses with his shirt.

“I’m happy you came,” he grinned back, “I’ve missed you.”

“You see me every day, James.”

Putting his glasses back on, he stared over at the other two, who were testing out new tactics for next year’s quidditch season, “Yeah, but it seems like you’ve grown distant the past few months—”

Her eyes snapped to his face. Had she been pulling away? End of term exams were taking up most of her time recently, Remus usually being the only one to accompany her in the library. 

James’ melancholy face watched Sirius across the pitch, eyes never leaving his friend as he swooped around, “—are you avoiding him?”

Her left hand tightened around the broom handle, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about…”

Sirius completed an impressive dive, smiling broadly over at them in a silent “did you see me?” 

He looked beautiful out here in the sunlight, the warm air rustling his hair in just the right way.

He always looked beautiful.

Goddamnit.

She looked over at James, eyes pleading with him for help.

The bastard smirked.

“I won’t say anything, I promise.”

His words did little to regulate her wildly beating heart.

“How did this happen…” she whispered, James returning a shrug.

“If I’m being honest, I had a bet with Pete that you and Lupin would end up together by fourth year.”

She kicked him playfully, “Glad to hear my love life is such a hot topic for you two.” 

James smiled smugly, dark unruly curls falling into his eyes as a breeze rushed past. 

“Besides,” she gazed back over towards the opposite end of the pitch, “We already explored that, and it didn’t work.”

“What?!” James nearly fell off his broom, eyes wide as he stared in disbelief at her mischievous grin.

“I don’t kiss and tell, Potter.”

James made a face somewhere between shock and offense, steadying himself on the broom. Meters away, Sirius dove down towards the field, and her eyes followed, landing on Mary who had just entered the stands. James must have heard the hitch in her breath as Sirius scooped Mary up and twirled her around.

“I like Mary—” he stated matter-of-factly.

She hummed in response, not giving way to the storm of emotions stirring just beyond her throat. 

“—but I don’t think they’ll last,” he shook his head.

“Why not? She’s nice, and pretty, and—“

“—he doesn’t let her in…not like he does with you,” James’ eyes were zeroed in on hers, “It’s why she’s so short with him, why they’re constantly at odds, she has no idea what’s going on in his head.”

But do any of them? Does anyone actually know what’s going on in Sirius Black’s labyrinth of a brain? She thought back to the time in his bed, curtains pulled tight as he confessed everything; the look in his eyes that screamed for human connection. Had he only truly opened up to her? 

“Does he…talk to you?” It came out of her mouth as barely a whisper, watching as James took a deep breath.

“He does,” he sighed, “but not until after you apparently.”

She stared at him blankly. That couldn’t be true, right? James and Sirius were best friends, and she was just…her.

As she opened her mouth to say something, James’ eyes lit up towards something on the ground. Following his beaming, she saw a flash of red hair appear beside Mary in the stands, turning back to watch James’ expression work through (at minimum) five emotions at once. 

She shook her head, letting out a low laugh, “Go on, then. I’m going to fly around a bit, you don’t need to wait for me.”

James shot her a thankful wink before soaring down to once again try and flatter Lily Evans. 

She pulled up, easing the broom into taking her upwards a few more feet. Clearing the tops of the stand towers, she had an unobstructed view of the castle in all its glory. The lake was choppy today, tips of tiny waves hummed along the surface like television static. She closed her eyes and breathed in the warm spring air. If she focused hard enough, she could smell the greenhouses, the woody scent of freshly mulched beds paired with earthy petrichor. The vibrations of another presence forced her eyes open.

“If you go any higher you’ll end up in the clouds at this rate,” Sirius smiled. 

She returned the gesture on a smaller scale, James’ words still echoing in her head. 

“Where’d Mary run off to?” She didn’t see why he had followed her up here.

Sirius shrugged, squinting off over the lake, “Something about studying with Remus.”

That strangely made her feel better, knowing that someone was keeping him company. Mary could hold her own when it came to Remus’ random moods, though still completely in the dark about their root cause. She silently hoped he apologized for his outburst earlier, making a note to ask later tonight. 

“Y’know,” he broke the silence, eyeing her with a hopeful expression, “You’ve gotten a lot better at flying since our last group outing—“

She took a swing at his shoulder, one that he narrowly missed by shifting slightly. Sirius grinned, causing her to burst out laughing. 

“I think I still have bruises from that fall,” she giggled.

“You should really think about trying out for the team next year, we have a chaser leaving and a few alternates. I’m sure James would love to have you on the roster.” 

She shot him a look, “Be serious, please.”

His expression was unwavering as he stared back, “I always am, Yellowjacket.”

She groaned loudly. Insufferable.

“Are you that eager to spend more time with me, Black?” She jested, sticking her tongue between her teeth.

Although she was joking, for a brief moment something completely sincere glazed over Sirius’ face, only to be quickly broken by one of his trademark smirks.

“Race you back?” The look in his eyes was beautifully sinister.

An equally devilish smile was returned by her, turning quickly to beat him back to the ground. 

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin angst #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fluff #marauders era fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x reader #sirius black angst #sirius black imagine #sirius black fic #marauders x reader #remus lupin x you #sirius black x you #james potter fluff

[jamesunderwater]

2, 8, 17, 21!

02: Lyrics from the most recent song that made you think of a Marauders Era character

Last night I was listening to July by Laur Elle (who is amazing btw and just put out a new album) and the lyrics below made me think of Sirius and the self-loathing of his teen years that he just...completely keeps to himself.

One step forwards, falling backwards I just wanna prove that I'm worth More than what my head tells me that I am I'll try again How do I fake a smile and feel the tension? Wait, I'm moving too fast in the wrong direction I've been running around in the dark with no light But I can't stop staying up looking for signs

08: Lyrics that make you FERAL about your favorite character

Muahaha I get to do another one >:) Okay so technically this is a prongsfoot song (or wolfstar if that's your vibe) but oh my FUCKING god I feel like Sirius Black wrote it and I scream and cry in the car to it and it tears me in two, so, uh, enjoy (giving you both the verses and then the chorus which is essentially the whole song but it's worth it).

[verse 1] Around the sun and around again You seem to look right through me Another year being your best friend Feels like you always knew me And I'm so proud to call you mine Feels like I know you from another life [chorus] [verse 2] Around the clock, we can talk for days 'Bout how we saw it coming Another sign written on my face 'Cause now my blood is pumpin' Can you just hold me for a little while? My skin is crawling, I feel vile [chorus] But what if it doesn't end well Would you still stay? What if I fuck it up like I always do And my shit gets in the way? What if it doesn't end well Would we still be fine? When the world is over and we go under Would you still be mine?

17: Lyrics you think perfectly describe Remus Lupin

Oh, the entire song Half a Man by Dean Lewis, hands fucking down. But here are the beginning lyrics. I mean ugh he literally believes he's half a man; the second line could refer to him telling Tonks things are over with him and Sirius when they're not. The rest needs no explanation imo. I mean, it's just. It's perfect.

I was wrong to say I loved her, I was wrong to think I'm right When I told her it was over, oh my darling I had lied I've been running from my demons, afraid to look behind I've been running from myself, afraid of what I'd find But how am I supposed to love you when I don't love who I am? And how could I give you all of me when I'm only half a man? 'Cause I'm a sinking ship that's burning, so let go of my hand Oh how can I give you all of me when I'm only half a man?

21: Lyrics from a song you think the Marauders Era girlies would perform if they were an all-girl band (+ tell us what their performance would be like)

I fucking love that several people asked about this one. Hot of you all. Okay first of all I need to say imagining Lily Evans as the leader singer of an all-girl band is.......one of the hottest things I've ever thought of, jfc. Okay but um anyway I LOOOOVE this song for Lily, and I think it applies to all the first war Order girlies, who were FUCKING BAD ASSES and probably disappointed people by not being the same old girls they used to be. So please enjoy a snippet of EAT ME by Demi Lovato, feat. Royal & the Serpent.

Is this what you'd all prefer? Would you like me better if I was still her? Did she make your mouths water? Ugh I know the part I've played before I know the shit that I've ignored I know the girl that you adored She's dead, it's time to fucking mourn I can't spoon-feed you anymore I can't spoon-feed you anymore Dinner's served, it's on the floor I can't spoon-feed you anymore You'll have to eat me as I am You'll have to eat me as I am

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Beautiful

notes: loosely based on that All the Young Dudes scene where it's sirius's birthday and regulus sends him the letter. but with rosekiller and not exactly finished or good. also, ik sirius seems like a bitch and there isn't much context for it, i was just trying to show how he gets bitchy instead of showing his real emotions

summary: evan gets into a fight with sirius. barty is very gay for evan.

read it here or on ao3!

Beautiful (1145 words) by sunflowersandknives Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier Characters: Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Evan Rosier, Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew Additional Tags: Oneshot, Rosekiller Summary:

Loosely based on that one scene from ATYD where Regulus sends a letter to Sirius. Just a short one-shot. Focused on Evan, because he is my life. Enjoy! :)

Regulus is anxious, Barty can tell. He can tell by the way his leg is bouncing up and down, how he’s grabbed onto Evan for comfort, grasping the brunette’s hands as if they are a lifeline, and how he’s surveying the Great Hall, eyes refusing to rest on a spot. He also hasn’t touched his food yet, which is the most worrisome thing.

Barty doesn’t know what it’s about. He doubts any of Regulus’s other friends know either, judging by the worried looks they’re giving Reggie. 

“Hey, Reg?” Evans says, grimacing a little. “You’re kinda strangling my hand, love,” he says. Barty looks down to see that Regulus is indeed attempting to choke the life out of Evan’s hand. Evan’s hand is a whole other thing, though, that Barty cannot get started on now. (His nails are painted, painted and holy hell, because that little bit of green and gold paint is kind of really fucking hot).

“Sorry,” Regulus mumbles. He resumes his anxious scanning of the Great Hall.

“Babe, are you o-” Barty starts, but he’s interrupted by Regulus standing up. Barty follows his line of sight to Sirius Black, who has just received an owl. Sirius is… something, Barty supposes. He’s hot, that’s for sure, and if he wasn’t Regulus’s brother and a total shitbag, Barty would definitely be going after him. But he is Regulus’s brother, and a very shitty one, at that.

Barty didn’t know the whole story, only that Sirius had left home as soon as he was of age, not sparing a glance backwards at Reg. He assumed it also had something to do with the scattered scars all over Regulus, the ones he never talked about, except with Evan. He talked about everything with Evan. Barty didn’t mind, though. Everyone has a best friend. Regulus was Evan’s, and Barty’s was Dorcas. Pandora, the fifth member of their group, was basically everyone’s best friend. She wasn’t in Slytherin, though, so she didn’t get to eat with the others.

As Regulus walks towards his brother, Barty shares a panicked glance with Evan. Dorcas also wasn’t eating with the boys today, instead she was in the library, supposedly studying with Harriet Balkin, though Barty knew better. Dorcas didn’t study. She did, however, fuck every avaliable not straight girl in their year, and some in others.

Evan hurries after Regulus, Barty quickly following.

Regulus stops in front of Sirius, who is still holding the letter he got, although it is now burning, unopened.

“You didn’t even open it…” Regulus says, clearly hurt. He has that stubborn pout that he gets while struggling not to cry, struggling to keep it together. 

“Why would I open it?” Sirius asks. His friends move closer to him. The Marauders. 

In order: James Potter, also a complete asshole, Sirius’s best friend, loves to do stupid pranks. Remus Lupin, quiet, used to get into fights all the time, now seems to have learned self-control. The same could not be said for Peter Pettigrew, who launches himself into fights without a second to think about his dignity. His dignity was an issue because Peter, for the life of himself, could not seem to win a fight. James or Remus would always drag Peter off after a few punches, and Sirius would tell the other to not speak of what had occurred.

“I just- it’s not from Mother, it was from me,” Regulus explains. Evan’s hand slips down to where Barty knows his wand is hidden in his robes. Barty tenses up as well, but chooses to instead move to Regulus’s shoulder, providing what he hopes is a comforting presence.

“Does that make a difference?” Sirius responds, looking bored.

“I would hope so,” Regulus bites back, drawing his shoulders up.

“Well it doesn’t to me,” Sirius says, starting to walk away. The other Marauders follow, except for James, who stops in front of Regulus and Barty.

“I’ll talk to him,” James says, offering Regulus a soft smile. Barty waits, letting Regulus decide if he accepts the offer or not. 

“Hm,” Regulus muses. Barty can see him struggling to hold back tears. He offers his arm to Regulus, knowing Reg needs to initiate contact. Probably also related to the scars. Regulus touches Barty’s arm, and Barty drapes it over his shoulders, leading him away from James. Evan is staring at Sirius, who has stopped to wait for James.

“Hey, shithead!” Evan yells at Sirius, stepping forward. Sirius raises an eyebrow at Evan. Oh Merlin, what is Evan doing?

“Yes, Rosier?” Sirius asks disdainfully. Barty would very much like to punch him for using that tone with Evan, but he knows Evan doesn’t like it when Barty fights his battles for him. Evan may be short, barely 5’6, but he could throw a punch. He preferred to fight without magic, because it “evened the odds.” Evan’s words, not Barty’s. Personally, Barty thought that was a dumb choice seeing as Evan was one of the best in the year, after Regulus, Pandora, and a few others.

Evan punches Sirius in the face.

“Holy shit,” Barty whispers in awe. 

“What the fuck?!” Regulus and James say simultaneously, though Regulus’s is out of alarm, James’s out of concern.

Sirius staggers backwards, not quite falling down. Pettigrew lunges forward, but Lupin holds him back, seeming to understand the same thing Barty does: this is Sirius’s and Evan’s fights, and either of them would be considerably more pissed if their friends were to break it up.

Sirius then counters with a jab to Evan’s gut. Evan blows his hair out of his face as he advances, hitting Sirius twice in the chest. Sirius counters, landing a hit on Evan’s perfect face.

Barty’s jaw twitches as he steps forward. Regulus, who had been frozen until that moment, seems to come back to life.

“Evan, stop!” He yells at, distangling himself from Barty and marching towards the two fighters. 

Evan stops where he is, turning to Regulus. Sirius doesn’t, however, and hits Evan again, square in the jaw. 

“Ow, what the hell?” Evan says, looking back at Sirius.

Sirius looks confused as well, stopping to also look at Regulus. “Reggie, call off your little friend,” he spits.

“Evan, stop it,” Regulus says. Evan grumbles, but he steps back beside Barty. Barty turns towards Evan, reaching out to touch his face without thinking. There’s already a bruise forming on his jaw, and Barty’s fingers dance over it. 

“Still beautiful?” Evan asks, referring to the night. The night when all of them snuck down to the Great Lake, swimming beneath the stars. Evan had stepped out of the water, laughing, and Barty had let the word slip out, a true glimpse of his complicated feelings for his friend.

“Always,” Barty responds with a grin, reaching to ruffle Evan’s hair before looking away, unaware of the blush that’s forming on Evan’s face.

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Miss Malibu and the Gentlemen Jacks -Poly Marauders

A/N 1: ^ order from left to right is Peter, Remus, James, Sirius change my mind.

Category: Angst, Fluff

Ship: Poly Marauders (James Potter x Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x Reader)

Trigger Warnings: Alcoholism, swearing, references to addiction and illusions to rehab/treatment

Summary: Sirius isn't his usual self, and an intervention sheds some light on the situation.

Word Count: 5.1 k

A/N 2: I may have taken some inspiration from a PTV lyric- a follow will come to anyone who spots it ;) Also I don't and never will write for Peter Pettigrew, soz not soz.

............

You liked a drink as much as the next person. Hell, everyone you knew drank, and there was no way anyone could stop teenagers from doing so, even at Hogwarts.

It was the '70s after all.

Sirius Black more than anyone, had a reputation as a party animal, for lack of a better word. However, of late, he had been letting things get out of hand, and you had noticed. You all had.

...

During one late night party in the Gryffindor common room (you had forgotten the occasion), the animagus had become...unhinged, to a whole new level.

By midnight, Sirius had somehow lost his shirt, burnt through two bottles of fire whiskey, one bottle of meed and was steadily working his way through a forth bottle- a charming muggle drink called wine. He found it most agreeable.

"Oh come on now, Y/N," he had said, "let's not kid ourselves. We all know I'm nothing without my favourite girl..." Even through a cloudy, dizzying haze, his glassy eyes locked with yours and for a moment, your heart skipped a beat. You hated the uncertainty of your feelings. Turning his attention to the crowd before him, he professed his love. "...My favourite girl, Miss Rosé, that is!"

The statement, accompanied with a classic Black wink, had you all in fits of laughter so powerful your sides began to hurt.

You were just drunk enough to laugh at anything, but not yet drunk enough to miss the obvious.

For a moment, even through your own vaguely unfocused eyes, you thought you saw a flash of pain through your best friend's dark, mesmerising eyes. You brushed it off as he held up his now almost empty bottle victoriously, draining it with a final swig.

Remus remained close to you and the other Marauders. He stood, more sober than any of you, running his eyes over his three best friends.

His golden-brown irises rolled back in his skull at Sirius' performance, but what didn't go unnoticed to the lycanthrope was the way your gaze remained fixed on the shaggy-haired teen, analysing him as though he was a specimen.

The twinge Remus felt in his heart was one that was becoming a little too familiar for his liking. It made him squirm. He felt dirty, wrong for feeling...jealous?

Truthfully, he had no idea what he was experiencing or why his closest friends suddenly made him so nervous. It was if the wolf inside of him sensed something the bookworm could not. It drove him crazy.

Remus always knew everything.

James had moved to stand just below Sirius in order to help him clamber down from the table upon which he had previously been standing.

"D'you see me, Prongs?"

"Yes, Pads," James chuckled affectionately, "we all saw you."

With his feet firmly on the ground, Sirius hummed musingly, his brows knitting as his addled brained discovered he had drained his supply of suppressants for the evening.

His slurred complaints to James fell upon deaf ears, the brunet was more occupied with trying to capture a mental picture of his best friend, and the way his long, dark hair fell over his eyes.

That was the first night any of you had begun to notice that Sirius Black had a problem, as much as you hated to admit it. Yet, his motives for this behaviour remained a mystery, and that was the way Sirius intended to keep it.

...

His heart was heavy.

Loving one person was overwhelming enough, but the animagus' heart was collapsing under love for three. It was not one love split three ways, but a lifetime of love for each of them.

Yes, Sirius Black was in love, with all three of his best friends.

It was stupid of him, cruel even, to assume that you would want someone like him. A screw up, a prankster, a disowned teenager who already relied on his friends for most of his joy.

All sparks fade, he supposed. All dreams die eventually, even ones of a picket fence and a house with enough room four. He was completely idiotic.

Up until a few months ago, the young Black wasn't even sure that love existed. But he was sure that it was completely impossible for anyone else on earth to feel what he did, love how he did.

The way those emotions filled him, stretched to every corner of his body and mind, it was frankly remarkable that he even had room left inside of him for all the alcohol and other analgesics he had been religiously consuming of late.

Quite the feat really.

James Potter, Remus Lupin and yourself preferred to call it concerning at the least.

...

It was worth noting that the evening of the party, James Potter had confessed his love to and for Sirius Black, not that either of them would remember.

After James had quite literally dragged his best friend through the common room, eventually making it to the dorms, Sirius had made him promise to sit with him until he fell asleep.

James just couldn't help himself.

You see, the brunet, like Sirius, was in love. Not only with the raven-haired boy but his other two best friends as well. While James was more comfortable with this idea than Sirius, each of you remained blissfully unaware of each other's feelings.

So, as James sat beside Sirius' sleeping form, running his fingers through the boy's hair, he spilt his guts. How he loved him for who he was and how he fought against his family, even if it meant risking everything. How he hoped, more than anything, that the four of you would fall naturally into a loving, domestic bliss.

If only Sirius had put down the last bottle when he had the chance, perhaps things would have been different.

...

Two or three weeks went by, and it became unusual for anyone to catch a glimpse of the Black heir without a bottle, flask, or other concealed containment device.

Sirius was notorious for skipping classes 'just because', but now that he had discovered the secret remedy to getting through another day free of heartbreaking misery, he barely made it outside Gryffindor tower.

Quidditch, meals and the odd prank on Snivelly were the only regular exceptions.

For the most part, he was still his charming, funny self, at least when the booze was on board. But truth be told, he was disgusted- with himself mostly.

How sick and perverted did he have to be to not only fall for his closest friends, but three of them at once? Sirius supposed he could blame it on his upbringing, but even that did not justify it in his mind.

Something had to be wrong with him clinically, it was the only explanation. Some underdeveloped part of his brain, something that he couldn't consciously control. Maybe that way he could live with it.

After all, why in his right mind would he choose such a torturous fate, guaranteed to lose him the only one's he'd ever belonged with, willingly?

...

"He's got another bottle," the Gryffindor prefect muttered, eyes not leaving the worn pages of his book he read in his armchair by the fireplace.

As Remus had informed, a month after the infamous party, Sirius Black waltzed over to the couch in the Gryffindor tower, which you and the other Marauders were currently situated around.

The bottle of fire whiskey in his hands was already half gone, he found it was one of the easier liquors to handle. It was likely only his first drink of the day, however at 3pm, there were surely many more to come, as you'd grown to predict.

Thankfully, the animagus remained mostly lucid when under the influence, due to a usefully high alcohol tolerance, even with wizard drinks being stronger than muggle ones. However lately, while still remaining the Sirius Black you all knew and loved, he had a tendency to become cocky and evasive. It was something you were all fast becoming sick of.

You had all hoped that Sirius would back off on his own, calm down a little. Maybe he was just going through a partying phase, after all it wasn't uncommon. But the more time that went by, the more you came to realise that one of your best friends was suffering, potentially seriously- no pun intended.

You needed to do something, say something. Maybe you finally had your chance.

"Just leave it," James whispered harshly, dreading the unavoidable conversation. He couldn't bear to think about his closest confidant in anguish over something so terrible that he wouldn't dare to tell the brunet about it. The thought broke his heart. "He knows what he's doing."

"No," you countered, watching carefully and critically as the shaggy haired man flopped himself down onto the sofa, "I don't think he does."

"Sirius."

"Remus," the man in question replied with a slight tip of his head.

"Haven't you had enough?" Your head whipped around to look at the werewolf, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance. That was not the subtle way you had all agreed to handle the situation.

"'T's never enough, Mooney. You know that."

Sirius' casualty towards the issue stirred something up in the stag, who decided to join the conversation after all. "Pads, come on, mate. Put the drink down and come sit with us."

"I am sitting with you, James," the pureblood retorted sassily.

"Don't be a git," the taller boy replied, teeth primed to crash and slide against each other as they had so many times before.

You were watching it all unfold, recognising tell-tale signs of all the boy's anger levels rising. James' grinding teeth, Remus' scarred hands clenching into fists, Sirius' inability to look any of you in the eye.

Internally you wondered whether it was creepy that you had noticed those little details about your friends. A deep pit settled into your stomach at the thought.

You shook yourself from your doubts, you were sure you'd have to intervene soon. For now, you would have to see where the conversation was headed, hoping that the man you all cared about would realise the severity of the situation.

"Don't tell me what to do."

'Yep, time to jump in,' you decided.

"We haven't seen you without a bottle in your hands for weeks. Surely you recognise the implications." You questioned him sternly as you set your own book aside completely, concern wearing your patience for the usual antics thin.

"Everyone drinks. Don't be a prude, darling."

"Maybe, but not everyone drinks this much, Sirius. Or this often. You have a problem, even if you cant see it," you pleaded, praying he would see things from your perspective.

Your own frustration begun to mount exponentially as he remained silent, still draped across the burgundy couch, and raised the bottle to his rough lips once again.

The young Black didn't trust his own tongue in that moment, fire trickling from his new-found crutch and growing inside him.

No matter how angry he became, no matter how much you threw at him, he never wanted to hurt you back. Even if he decided you were better off without him in your lives, he couldn't be the one to leave. It would hurt you all too much, cut you too deeply, if he were the one to abandon you.

If you told him to go, however, came to the conclusion that he was not worth your time, he would do as you wished.

"Pads, we're here to help," Remus tried once more, upon seeing your unsuccessful attempts to break through Sirius' tightly guarded psyche. James and yourself sat anxiously by the ( softly crackling) fireplace, waiting for a reaction. "Don't you think it's time to pick up the pieces, you know, pull it together?"

That struck a nerve.

"And what's so good about picking up the pieces, Mooney?! Huh?! Why does everyone seem to think that's the right thing to do?!" Sirius spat out of nowhere. His tone took you more by surprise rather than actually harming you. All the same, it was not one you cared to hear.

"Why wouldn't you?" The wolf persisted.

"Because it means having to face shit I would rather avoid right now."

"And what's that?"

"This. You," Sirius gestured spitefully to the air around him, "this confrontational bullshit!"

That managed to shut Remus up quite effectively, however it launched James into a whole new gear. No one, not even his best mate, was going to get away with speaking to someone he loved like that. If only the brunet knew....

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Forget it, James. I shouldn't have said anything." Just like that, he retreated in on himself. As quickly as his fury had appeared, it was dissipating before your eyes. It was the most any of you had gotten out of him in weeks, you couldn't let that be the end.

"Oh no. Too late for that, Sirius." It was rare for James to use his friend's birth name. It felt sour on his tongue, considering the context.

"I said forget it, Prongs."

"Sirius," the bespectacled boy warned.

"James, you prat," Sirius spoke exaserbatedly, "will you j-"

"SIRIUS, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" You interrupted. Remus flinched at your volume. Your barriers had come crashing down, you had had enough.

This shit was about to end, and it was ending tonight.

The Gryffindor's mouth had been open, mid-sentence when you cut him off. Slowly, he brought his chapped, kissable lips together and sank meekly back into his seat. He didn't dare look a single one of his friends in the eye, least of all you.

He loved you, all of you. But now he saw how he had been hurting you. He was right after all, he discovered, you were so much better off without him.

Before he had ensconced himself amongst you, you had all looked so happy in each other's company, without him. Why did he think he even had a chance with a single one of you?

"What's been going on with you?" You inquired after the dust had a moment to settle. Your voice had shifted to one now softer and full of concern.

"Is it your family?" James took his turn questioning the man in front of him, whom his heart ached for as he appeared only a shell of his former self.

Sirius' usually well-groomed face was full of stubble, and the stag noted his eyes appeared hollow and sunken. They weren't full of his usual spark, as though he hadn't laughed for weeks on end. James supposed he hadn't, not really.

"What family?" Black scoffed weakly, his grasp on his lifeline of a bottle tightening in response to the interrogation he was under. "You three are the only family I have."

"And we're here for you, mate. So tell us what's going on."

"Slytherins?"

"Homework? OWLs?" You and the lycanthrope each guessed.

A tear he hadn't felt forming slipped down Sirius' cheek, as they had so many nights previous. He was weak, tired of fighting and ready to succumb to the inevitable- your judgement.

Sirius gave up his biggest secret, his reason for living, even if living required a little numbing to get by.

"Merlin...you really don't get it, do you?" You each gave him a questioning look, Remus' heart clutching as his eyes connected with Sirius'. "This is it for me," he whispered hoarsely, words sticking in his throat like glue. It made the process even more torturous. "These moments are my life. These years are all I'll ever be good for or deserve, and even then I'm not sure I'm worthy of it all."

"That's not true, Padfoot, you know that." The quivering vibrato of Remus' voice matched Sirius' in a perfect harmony. Each of you were constantly astonished by the natural way you fell into sync with each other. There was never any resistance or hesitation, as though a higher power was wiling it so.

Previously, Remus John Lupin had never been an overly emotional man. He had decided long ago that he couldn't afford to be, otherwise he would be broken month after month. Now, his mouth was dry and his skin ached to touch Sirius', to comfort him.

"Sirius, what're you trying to say?" You urged him softly, daring only to dip a toe into the waters which you were testing. You could sense there was more on his mind.

"If you don't...accept me, if we don't do 'this' now, I'm never going to get another chance. You'll all be gone and that will be it."

Sirius was already certain he was doomed for a life of loneliness such as that, but something inside him, maybe some small sliver of hope, just couldn't let him move on from what he was sure was the loves of his life, without asking the vital question.

Without them, his life meant nothing, was worth nothing. But at least he would finally know if he could ever have them.

"What's 'this', Pads?"

You spoke up this time, you were the only one who could. Remus was completely befuddled.

But James, who was already one step ahead of you two, was silent. Dead silent. Technically speaking, he was in shock, completely stunned without any used of a spell, completely out of character for the Potter boy.

Sirius...he couldn't feel the same...could he?

The long-haired animagus spoke softly, opting to end his punishment swiftly. Besides, he could sense James' understanding and wanted to get the yelling out of the way early, in order for other students in the Gryffindor dormitories to be able to sleep in peace. "Us. 'This' is us, it always has been."

The silence in the air was not uncomfortable, but neither was it utterly still. The crackling wood from the low burning fire and gentle thud of Sirius' bottle being set against the stone floor were the only sounds heard.

Sirius Black had never been comfortable with silence, having experience far too much of it in the echoing, haunted halls of Grimmauld Place.

"I doubt you feel the same way I do," he rambled, intermittent coughs breaking up his speech as he fought against his narrowing throat for air. "It's completely twisted of me, selfish too. But, if we don't do this now, if you don't...love me now...sorry, you get it."

As he was heard to mumble a brief 'shut up' to himself, something in the wolf's brain clicked.

"Love?"

"Wow...I-just...wow," James broke from his peacefully quiet thoughts.

"Love..." Remus repeated, shifting in the armchair he was still seated in.

"Remus, stop," Sirius pleaded, "you don't have to rub it in."

"No, no. It's not like that. I-it fits."

"What do you mean, Moones?" The brunet prompted, moving to sit beside a distressed Sirius.

His hands balled tight fists into his hair, threatening to pull harder and harder. His eyes continued to fill with salty remorse and embarrassment. Sirius' physical state reflected the embodiment of your own emotions.

Although, you weren't upset. No, far from it.

You were astonished.

Love...he loved you. It all made sense and all of a sudden, it was if the last year of your life flashed before your eyes. Only this time, you viewed the cinema reel of your memories with the veil lifted. You saw everything so clearly, it was completely unfathomable how you hadn't before.

You loved him, you loved them, of course you did. You always had.

"It fits," Remus continued. Really as an academic man he scolded himself for not recognising the signs until that moment. "I've been trying to find the words for what I've been feeling. I thought it might have been anxiety, or odd effects from the full moons...but it's love. It fits."

It took the wolf's words a few moments to resonate in the dog's brain. "Rem, really?"

A small smile and nod was all the encouragement he needed to dare to look the man beside him in the eyes.

With a grounding hand on Sirius' back, James made his second confession to the boy, and his first to you and Remus. He locked eyes with you first, still sitting cross-legged in front of the couch.

James thought you looked beautiful, the embers behind you lighting up your silhouette. "I, uhh, I've felt the same for a while. A bit over a year maybe. Y/N, you were the first..."

Now that you weren't expecting. "W-what?"

"Remus was mine," Sirius chimed in with a raw throat and wet cheeks. He leant into James' touch and the stag smiled in return. Both were grateful for the comfort.

"Y/N was mine too, I think."

You turned to face the bookworm, unsure if it was his words or the near-by heat source causing your cheeks to darken. You thought clearing your throat might break the tension, however it only intensified the boy's gazes upon you.

"So, umm. What now?"

"Just because I'm causing a scene doesn't mean that I want anyone to feel like they have to do anything, even if you feel the same," Sirius attempted to reason. "I understand that none of this means a relationship is on the cards. I know Mooney has only just realised he's in love and Y/N, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure you've just had the same revelation?" Damn he was observant. You nodded shyly and Sirius' heart skipped a beat. He was in so deep. "It's up to all of you where we go from here."

Both you and James looked to each other before focusing on Remus. Sirius watched closely, his leg unconsciously bouncing beneath him.

Occasionally it knocked against the almost-forgotten bottle of fire whiskey beside him. It was taking all of Sirius' will-power to not chug the whole thing right then and there.

The tension was driving him more mad than if he hadn't of known at all.

The honey-haired brunet was the first to speak up.

"I don't want to rush into anything simply because we have a name for our emotions now. Although, I know definitively that I don't want to be without you after we finish at Hogwarts this year. I want to keep what we are now going, at the very least. I suppose anything else that happens will be a bonus. I think I just need some time to process, if it's alright with you all, of course."

"Of course," you smiled, shuffling closer to rest your hand on his knee. Remus couldn't hide his smile. "I agree that I don't want to rush anything, this is all really new."

James agreed. He knew the relationship could be something special, and wanted to give it the proper time and attention it deserved.

It was only in that moment, after a soft whimper, that your attention was drawn to the Black heir.

"Sirius, I'm sorry if that wasn't the news you wanted," you tried to comfort.

"Y/N, Remus, James...this is everything I could have hoped for. You didn't kick, you didn't scream, so far anyway," he joked nervously. "None of you have humiliated me or degraded me, nothing like I expected."

"Sirius..."

"I still have my family," he continued. "that's all I could ever ask for." James moved even closer to him as he spoke. They were practically moulded together as the arm around Sirius' shoulder, and comforting hand on his back took on a new meaning.

One love comforting another.

"I know I just said that I wanted to take it slow..." you prompted nervously.

"What is it, sweetheart?" James had been calling you that for years, now it made your stomach flip.

"Is it alright if we...cuddle? Or at least hug?"

"Yes please," Sirius answered at the speed of sound. "If it's too much, please don't push yourselves, I would just love to be close to you, especially now."

Wordlessly, you all came together, attracted like magnets. James stayed close to Sirius' side, feeling a bit overprotective towards the emotionally vulnerable boy he had come to love. You had moved to sit against the dark-haired wizard's chest, taking Sirius' spreading legs as an invitation. He was delighted you had accepted.

Remus opted to migrate from his comfortable armchair to the floor beneath the couch, effectively sitting in the middle of you three. Nearing the full moon, he could become more easily overstimulated by touch.

And being only a week away from the next lunar cycle, you had all learnt to err on the side of caution. James decided he felt brave, and reached his slim fingers down to run gently through Remus' hair.

It was the perfect balance. So much so that the lycanthrope let his eyes drift closed as you three continued the conversation. This was a hallmark sign of his growing need for rest, and more than anything else, relaxation. James' soothing movements were a nice start.

Remus decided he wouldn't let himself fall asleep on the floor, instead keeping occupied by interjecting his opinion when needed.

"Sirius," you spoke, "you have to cut back on the drinking. Or preferably, stop all together for a while."

"I will, scout's honour."

"We're serious. Our confessions don't change anything, we're getting you some help," James lectured, his sternness coming from a place of love and fear for the boy.

"No, Jamie. I'm Serious," he joked. He had professed to you on several occasions that he was the funniest person he knew, it was times like this that worried you. "But honestly, I was using the booze to dull the pain and how disgusted I felt with myself. Somehow I have a feeling I won't need to do that anymore."

You looked over your shoulder to see Sirius throwing you a soft smile. "We still want you to see someone, please. I guess we can all say that we love you now, we just want to make sure you're okay."

You felt a sense of euphoria finally being able to clearly express your feelings for the boys you knew so well. Their various smiles and flushed expressions told you they felt just as good hearing you say it.

"I'll try it," the pureblood muttered.

"We should get some rest," Remus slurred from below you all, fatigue finally getting the best of him.

"Come on, Mooney. Let's get you to bed, babe," James spoke adoration lacing his voice.

He stood, offering a hand to Remus, who's wide eyes stared back at him, surprised. Only then did James realise his slip up- the pet name.

"Shit, sorry Remus." He pulled the boy to his feet, awkwardly avoiding his gaze.

"No, umm, I liked it."

"Oh. Good." With a smile, the brunet picked up the prefect's scattered belongings from the common room, and swinging an arm around his waist, begun to guide him up the stairs to the dormitories.

You and Sirius trailed closely behind the pair, after you'd managed to untangle yourself from his limbs. The animagus seemed to never want to let go.

Truth be told, he didn't.

Falling in line behind your best friends, the realisation suddenly hit you that Sirius would have to go without touching you. All night.

"Wait!" You shouted a little too loudly, even scaring yourself.

"Is everything okay?!" Remus questioned from the stairs above you, suddenly alert.

"Yes, sorry for raising my voice." You had forgotten how noisily voices bounced off the castle's stone walls. "It's just that, well, you all get to stay together and talk everything through more. I have to go back to the girl's dorms," you pouted.

You loved your friends dearly, truly you did. Lily, Alice, Marlene, Dorcas, they were some of your closest companions.

But you had spent a year loving these boys, only to find out that they loved you too. It was selfish, but you didnt want to let them go, fearing they may slip away from you just as you felt you were getting closer.

The small, detailed glances the three wizards exchanged did not go unnoticed before Sirius proposed a solution. "Come stay with us tonight."

"But there's three beds," you frowned, "and only one of me. Plus the protection spells."

In order to prevent 'inappropriate student relations', the Hogwarts professors had cast protective spells on all the dorms. Only boys could enter boys dorms and vice versa.

"Don't worry ab'that," the werewolf yawned sweetly, flashing you a glimpse of his wand, which was neatly tucked in his pocket.

Of course Remus knew the counter spell, how could you have ever doubted the genius wizard?

"Remus, you're comfortable with this?" Sirius confirmed.

"Yeah, it would be kinda nice actually," he replied, fidgeting fingers indicating his honesty.

"James?" The dog animagus supposed that just because James was sure of how he felt, didn't mean that this wasn't moving too fast for him.

"Been waiting to hold you all forever," the brunet mused.

Sirius smiled broadly, emulating the expression he made as Padfoot, extending his arm towards you.

"Come on, darling."

"Sounds even better when you call me that now," you murmured happily to him. You watched as James and Remus climbed the steps in front of you, exchanging soft glances when they thought the other wasn't watching.

"Well, at least you know I mean it now. You're my darling, same as you're James' sweetheart and Remus' love."

You held his bicep tightly, gentle smile spreading from ear to ear.

For years, in fact, since your beginnings at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Marauders had been using those very same nicknames for you. Somehow, you anticipated them having a completely different effect on you now.

...

You climbed into the large bed Remus had managed to form with a simple charm.

The boy in question was long since asleep, having collapsed in James' arms the second his body felt the comforting security of the mattress underneath him. His head was buried in James' chest, despite being a good few inches taller than the brunet.

The stag couldn't have cared less, he was in heaven. Wrapping the wolf up in his arms, he pressed feather-light kisses to his hairline, so as not to interrupt the sleep Remus was so rarely afforded.

He was still amazed you had said you all felt the same, not to mention any of you allowing him to reciprocate his current actions with you.

James Potter truly felt at home.

Sirius curled his body around Remus' protruding spine, linking his finger's with James' as they both held the golden haired boy in a cocoon-like fashion.

You had slipped in beside Sirius, your eyes, like the rest of the boy's, quickly growing tired. You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a large weight lifted off your shoulders. A mix of the Marauder's scents filled your nostrils.

Each of you, excluding Remus, whispered your goodnights, and all at once, you couldn't have been more excited to wake up the next morning, surrounded by the three boys you loved.

............

To all my marvel fans, I swear Final Exit part 4 is on it's way!

#harry potter fanfiction #angst #harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter series #harry potter fandom #hp fandom #hogwarts #hp fanfic #hp fancast #hp fanfcition #james & peter & remus & sirius #sirius black x reader #sirius #sirius x reader #remus loves sirius #siriusxremus #sirius being sirius #sirius x you #padfoot #prongsie #prongs #moony lupin #moony x padfoot #marauders #sirius black #james potter #dead gay wizards #the marauders #marauders era

[midnightpink]

in the ether, there is a website

read it here on ao3

in the afterlife, regulus finds a website.

by:  inthesquare

Words: 2,393, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Regulus Black, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Mary Macdonald (Harry Potter), Lily Evans, Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon, Pandora Lovegood, Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., God

Relationship: Regulus Black/James Potter

Additional Tags: regulus is dead, this is always a nice way of starting this, but Regulus in the afterlife, finds a website, yep that’s the whole plot, don’t know how to explain this except I could not sleep and wrote this between midnight and two am, James and regulus are very in love, Regulus is tired, Mr. James Fleamont Potter has loved Mr. Regulus Arcturus Black in every lifetime, mentions of God - Freeform, or a website “lady”, that might be God, or it might not, references to other jegulus fanfics, such as just lovers by zeppazariel, this was very self indulgent tm of me, very short nostalgic and slightly sad story, Light Angst, Reference to Death?, as a question because honestly I don’t even know, Regulus is talking to a website in the afterlife so yes, it might have references to death, etc - Freeform, If you squint it enough you will see James and Regulus owned a cat, If you squint it even more you will see wolfstar taking care James after Regulus passes, but it’s so brief I didn’t even put them as a tag, but knows that Sirius and Remus also found each other in every lifetime, mentions of the other characters, Angry Regulus Black, you need to read in between the lines, written in folklore’s font because at this point is basically a tradition, Read my notes, it’s important, I love to think of fanfics as all the lifetimes this couple got to love each other in the multiverse, LOVE AS DEVOTION, The ways Mr. James Potter loved Mr. Regulus Arcturus Black

#jegulus #harry potter #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #fic rec

[mirrorofliterature]

What also rather galls, as an aroace person, about the Peter headcanon is that a certain character is right there, who is canonically shown to ignore the interest of women in favor of giving a thumbs up to his best friend and who is completely defined by his platonic relationships, never showing any interest in anyone romantically in canon, but because he’s hot and well liked, by the fandom that headcanon is almost non-existent for him.

bold question to ask a wolfstar shipper.

okay, but in all seriousness, your anger and frustration are completely valid. before I started shipping wolfstar (which was like, a year ago) and latched onto it [remus lupin is one of my favourite characters & the sheer tragedy, also prefer friends to lovers], I firmly headcanoned sirius as aroace in my head. I really enjoy fic where he is written as ace or aro spec, as I think it really does fit with his character. Outside of wolfstar, I prefer him to be written as aroace than anything else: hence my legendary 'my imagination does not extend to a world where sirius black is straight', even though widely tagged with wolfstar [which, valid], also wholeheartedly and equally applies to aroace sirius. also, fandom peeps, being m|m and a-spec are far from mutually exclusive, which about 90% of you tend to forget.

fandom as a whole has an issue of prioritising romantic love over anything else and treating m|m or w|w as the top tier queer dynamic and completely ignoring a-spec identities and treating them like queer lite, which is completely problematic. made a rant post about that a few months ago.

being mad about inadequate aspec representation is a running theme for me. join the club!

I think, just like I am a multi-shipper, I also fully support and enjoy differing interpretations of characters' sexual and gender identities. say, for example, izzy lightwood, who I've written as aro pansexual and as sapphic. both equally valid!

also, aroace men and gay men and aroace women and lesbians share quite a bit in common, often defined by their absence of attraction. people tend to forget that. aroace headcanons do not take away from that representation, ffs. it's necessary and complementary. see: elsa from frozen, who is widely headcanoned as a lesbian and aroace, or artemis, etc.

people have trouble seeing conventionally attractive people and, consequently, characters, as aromantic and asexual and have incredible difficulty respecting their identities and self-determination: the backlash yasmin benoit has experienced is a prime example.

so, in short, marauders fandom, you know what to do! you're such virulent multishippers; try exploring a-spec identities once in a while. maybe even throw in an aroace sirius in there! not everyone needs to be partnered off, either, and it's not a 'tragedy' if it doesn't happen, you amatonormative fucks.

anyway, stop using widely loathed peter pettigrew as your token representation, thank you and good night.

.

Mini Rec List of some a-spec Sirius Black, because we deserve it:

the unrequited and the loveless (aroace sirius)

Everything is right (ace sirius, chef's kiss)

That's about all I've read, as you've rightly identified, it's not a widespread headcanon. But yeah. Not everything is romantic. Sometimes it's just platonic.

And people need to learn to accept that.

#sirius black #hp #peter pettigrew #aromantic #asexual #representation #lack thereof #marauders #*pokes the hornet's nest* stop being aphobic #I ship wolfstar and I also wholeheartedly support aroace sirius black rights I see no contradiction

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Beneath The Skin

Relationship: Remus Lupin x OFC

Summary: This is the story of one young woman's struggle with pain, inner pain, mental pain, physical pain, psychological pain, every kind of pain you can imagine. Remus Lupin understands pain, he wants her to understand that it doesn't mean you can't feel anything else, he wants her to understand that pain has absolutely nothing on love.  

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING, heavy mentions of self-harm and suicidal tendencies, pain, angst, loss of parents, trust issues. 18+ Minors DNI

Chapter 25 - Christmas Spirit

Remus woke the morning Arthur was due to come back from St Mungo’s, heading over to Grimmauld Place as soon as he could, he knew Rosaline had been busy with work over the Christmas period and he didn’t mind too much as he’d spent a few days including a full moon with one of the packs he was trying to convince to join Dumbledore’s side. It had been a difficult transformation, having to take his wolfsbane in secret and hide the fact that he wasn’t quite as feral as the rest of them. Acting the part had taken a toll on him that he hadn’t anticipated.

Sirius had told him that Rosaline was staying in the house over Christmas along with Tonks and the Weasleys and it warmed Remus’s heart to know that she would be among family and people who loved her. Of course, Sirius was slightly more interested in something else.

‘Right next to my dear old mum,’ he laughed. ‘You could have at least waited until you were upstairs!’ He was almost crying with laughter, sipping his early butterbeer in the middle of the kitchen. Remus was getting aggravated and annoyed, he’d come over a few hours before Molly was due to come back and he wanted to talk to Sirius before anyone else was there to interrupt him.

‘Look, can you just listen to me for a moment?’ Remus implored, getting paranoid at every creak he heard behind him. Sirius managed to calm down for a moment to allow Remus to speak. ‘I’m going to marry her.’

Sirius froze… nothing happened, his mouth dropped and his smiled widened. He embraced Remus like a brother, not saying anything, he just smiled and walked out of the kitchen laughing with utter joy.

Remus was taken back a little over fifteen years ago when he did the same thing with James when he told them he was going to marry Lily. Sirius was happy for Remus.

He paced in his room, feeling himself getting more and more nervous, it wasn’t like he was going to ask her the second she walked through the door, or even over the Christmas period, he’d probably just end up scaring her away and ruining any chance he might have had at something more. Remus waited as patiently as he could for Molly to get back to the house with Arthur and Rosaline, it was far too long before he could finally hear the door.

Remus rushed down the stairs, to see Molly and Rosaline helping Arthur into the kitchen, they were sniggering about something, eventually turning into full on giggling when they moved far enough away from the painting of Mrs Black.

‘Arthur.’ Remus smiled at the struggling Weasley. ‘They’ve let you escape, have they?’

‘Discharged when they realised I was faking the whole time,’ Arthur was in very good spirits. ‘Honestly the things you have to do to get a few days off work.’

Remus couldn’t help his chuckle, Molly being the ever doting wife she was, tutted with a relieved smile and playfully scolding him when he ached laughing. Rosaline just stood enjoying the spectacle, he wanted to kiss her, but restrained himself whilst in the company of others, he wasn’t exactly sure of what they were just yet.

‘How about I make everyone some tea?’ Remus suggested.

‘Oh, it’s alright dear,’ Molly finally took her thick coat off. ‘I’ll do it, you just sit down.’

‘Molly, I insist.’ Remus stopped her. ‘You’ve had a long few days and all I’ve been doing is sleeping the last couple of days. Take a seat, you as well Rosaline.’

Remus managed to get them all to sit down and went about making everyone a cup of tea. Arthur quickly updated him about the werewolf who had been in the bed opposite him, Remus had visited just the once, but unfortunately he was sure the man would not want to live with the condition.

Rosaline had given him a strange look, he’d neglected to tell her about him, because he didn’t want her to think about such things while she was making her own progress. She didn’t ask him any questions, or even mention St Mungo’s until late one evening a few days later.

Harry and the rest of the Weasleys, including Hermione for a day or two, had arrived at Grimmauld Place for the holidays and a celebration was in full swing. If it hadn’t been for Harry no one would know that Arthur was hurt.

Rosaline had gotten showered and changed, lingering in the doorway, just watching the Weasleys having their celebration with Harry. She looked wonderful in her cream cable knit jumper, her dark hair over to one side and her entire figure looking more relaxed than Remus had ever remembered seeing it before.

‘Merry Christmas.’ Remus said, quietly behind her.

Rosaline turned around a little startled, he’d forgotten what an easy scare she was, but she smiled widely when she saw him.

‘Merry Christmas.’ Her cheeks began flushing pink, her eyes flickering just for a moment to his lips. Remus knew exactly what she was thinking about and it made him warm to think about kissing her.

‘Arthur seems to be recovering very well.’ Remus distracted her attention away from anything she might have been embarrassed to think about.

Rosaline nodded, gently biting her lip. ‘I went to visit him, at St Mungo’s.’ She started. ‘It’s a hard place to be… I saw Alice and Frank while I was there.’

Remus felt a lump forming in his throat, of all the people in St Mungo’s there was a mutual agreement that given what the Longbottoms went through, they were better off dead than living with the memory of what was done to them.

‘It seems like such a strange thing to say, but I didn’t feel any different to them,’ Rosaline frowned and Remus just listened, letting her get it all off her chest. ‘I guess you already know that they were tortured into insanity… Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr., that’s who did it… I remember my mum mentioning their names, but I never really knew why or if it was important. She hated Bellatrix the most, I remember that much, said she was everything wrong with the world… I think she wished she could have done more.’

‘They’re in Azkaban,’ Remus told her. ‘There’s no chance of them escaping and your mother helped put them there, she did more than what was asked of her and given the fact that she was trying to raise a child as well is something truly extraordinary.’

Rosaline nodded, she knew that, she knew her mother did everything she could and given the circumstances it was a wonder she got as much done as she did.

‘It wasn’t my fault.’ She said with a little more conviction than the last time.

‘No, it wasn’t.’

‘It was the first thing he said to me when I went to visit him.’ Rosaline explained.

‘And did you believe him?’

‘Not at first,’ Rosaline admitted. ‘I hated myself for letting it happen… I just wanted to go back… make a different choice.’ She leaned back against the doorframe. ‘But then I cried… because I knew that you would be upset… I didn’t like that very much.’

Remus inhaled a deep breath. Rosaline didn’t exactly have a way with words, but he never minded too much.

‘No, the thought of you getting hurt is one of my worst nightmares,’ Remus stepped a little closer to her, lowering his voice. ‘But we are in the middle of a war and I know that neither of us are going to come out completely unscathed…’ Remus couldn’t believe what he was thinking, but the moment seemed too perfect to pass up. He swallowed nervously. ‘It makes you think about the things that are important to you…’ He could see the confusion in her eyes. ‘Rosaline, you are important to me and I think that I should show you-‘

‘Fred and George have charmed that by the way.’ Ginny’s voice tore through Remus’s words. She was rummaging around in a cupboard on the floor close by with a mince pie in her mouth.

‘Sorry?’ Remus frowned.

Ginny pointed above him to where mistletoe had grown without either of them noticing. ‘They’ve charmed it so that you can’t move until you kiss. They thought it would be funny to catch Ron and Kreacher, but I guess they got bored.’

Ginny wandered away and Remus suddenly noticed that almost everyone had vacated the kitchen having headed up to bed, it was just Arthur, Molly, Bill and Kingsley who were talking quietly, paying no notice to Remus and Rosaline.

‘Why would Fred and George do that?’ Rosaline frowned, half finding it funny herself, half not really realising why it was funny.

‘It’s tradition at Christmas that people kiss when underneath mistletoe,’ Remus half smiled. ‘It’s supposed to bring luck… or maybe not, I’m not really sure.’

He looked down at Rosaline who was beginning to realise that she was in fact stuck to the spot. She chuckled and looked up at him with those bright green eyes and suddenly they were darker, flickering over his face and taking him in, she unconsciously bit her lip, making Remus smile even wider.

He brought his hand slowly up to her cheek, stroking it softly before gently pressing his lips to her soft mouth. Rosaline was once again incredibly responsive, he wondered if she knew what she was doing. Her body pressed into his, her uncertain hands delicately placed on his waist, Remus couldn’t help himself for a moment and brought his other hand up to delve into her impossibly soft hair, he could smell the jasmine and almost lost himself completely. But he couldn’t do that to her, he couldn’t overwhelm her like that, she just wasn’t ready.

Rosaline hummed against his mouth, suddenly stopping and Remus felt her cheeks heating up with embarrassment, he smiled not quite having the focus to pull away just yet, but it only made her chuckle softly. Remus gently loosened his hands in her hair and pulled away just enough to see her darkened green eyes looking up at him through her long lashes. He was suddenly mesmerised by the light freckles across her upper cheeks, stroking his thumb over them and smiling.

‘I think your freckles are my favourite thing in the world.’ He whispered. Suddenly the freckles faded with the redness igniting her entire face, but she was still smiling. ‘Although, your eyes are quite something… and your smile is very beautiful as well.’

Rosaline couldn’t quite handle the attention anymore and lowered her head so that he couldn’t see her anymore, but again she was still smiling.

‘Sorry.’ Remus chuckled. ‘I didn’t mean to embarrass you.’

‘It’s okay.’ She whispered and found the courage to look at him again. ‘I’m just not used to someone really looking that stuff.’

Remus just smiled in understanding and placed a delicate kiss to her forehead.

‘Can I give you your present now?’ Rosaline suddenly asked.

Remus just looked at her, not expecting her to have gotten him anything at all, she didn’t need to.

‘You got me a present?’ He smiled and stepped back enough to give her a little room to breathe.

‘It’s Christmas.’ She shrugged. ‘I’ll be working tomorrow and Christmas Day, so now is the only time I can give it to you.’

Remus chuckled at her explanation. ‘Lead the way.’ He said and stepped to one side.

Rosaline slowly led him up to her bedroom, it was just as sparse as ever, just books and albums and it pleased Remus that she was surrounding by things that gave her pleasure. She awkwardly gestured for him to sit on the bed and turned to her dresser, opening one of the drawers. Remus let his eye wander just briefly to her fuller looking figure, her curves were evidence that Molly and Tonks were not letting her starve and she looked wonderful for it.

She turned around and held a red-wrapped present that was suspiciously vinyl shaped. Remus smiled a little excitedly and gently took the present from her. She was nervous and a little awkward, but Remus just gestured for her to sit on the bed next to him. Rosaline was shaking with how nervous she was and it suddenly dawned on Remus that he might have been one of the first people she’d ever bought a present for.

Remus unwrapped the present so see a green album cover with Tom Waits sitting with a cigarette.

‘Blue Valentine.’ Remus whispered as he read the name of the album.

‘It’s… erm…’ Rosaline was losing her confidence a little. ‘My favourite album.’ It was almost inaudible, but Remus was listening to her intently.

‘You’re sharing your favourite album with me.’ Remus realised, smiling widely. ‘Can we listen to it?’

Rosaline’s gaze snapped up as she realised he wasn’t scolding her or making her feel awkward for wanting to share something.

‘Why don’t you put it on and I’ll quickly get your present?’ Remus said.

She went about playing the album and Remus was a quick as he could be in getting her present from his own bedroom.

When he got back, she was carefully placing the needle on the slightly worn looking machine and the music began to play. Remus could see why this was her favourite album, there was something surprising about it, but also slightly melancholy in all the right places, it was distracting enough for her to focus on something that wasn’t pain and it made her smile listening to it.

Rosaline turned to face Remus and he only then realised he was smiling at her. The dim light of her room lit up her features in a way that made Remus’s skin feel delightfully warm.

He felt his own cheeks warming up, but he couldn’t look away.

‘You’re very beautiful, Rosaline.’ Remus’s voice was lower than he intended, but she seemed to respond to it, tucking her hair behind her ear bashfully. It was adorable in a way Remus was unprepared for.

He wandered over to her, softly placing his hand on top of hers and turning her towards him.

‘Will you dance with me?’ He whispered, his lips ghosting hers.

‘Yes.’ She breathed, not being able to think before she answered or feel the nervousness that Remus was sure she would feel if she had time to think.

Remus softly pressed his lips to hers, keeping it brief and guiding her to position herself against his body. He placed her hands on his shoulders, smiling while he let his hands drift down her arms to her slender waist. Remus pulled her closer so she was pressed against his body, he gently kissed her soft lips and let her know that she was okay, she didn’t need to do anything.

‘Just be with me for while.’ Remus breathed against her mouth, he felt her whole body press a little more against his and he knew that she was enjoying herself. She was finally able to relax, enjoying the music, enjoying him, enjoying the moment for what it was.

Remus didn’t know the exact moment when they stopped swaying gently to the music, all he knew was that holding her against him, feeling her surges of courage when she let her fingers run through his hair, listening to her shallow breath when he kissed her cheek or her jaw. Her body just felt so right in his arms, her curves fit his hands perfectly and on occasion Remus would let his hands caress her hips, making her grip him a little tighter and sigh softly against his ear.

It must have been well into the morning hours when Remus finally decided that he wanted to give her, her present. The music stopped long before that, but neither of them moved, the candles had almost burnt out, but neither of them cared, all that mattered was that they were with each other.

‘Rosaline.’ He whispered, inhaling the warm jasmine.

‘Mmm.’ She hummed back, he could feel the vibrations in his chest.

Remus smiled, kissing her jaw and pulling back just enough that he could reach into his pocket and pull out a square case. Rosaline’s eyes were heavy and he gave her a moment to refocus herself.

‘Merry Christmas.’ Remus whispered, placing a soft kiss against her lips and handing her the case. She frowned, momentarily, before taking it and slowly opening it.

Rosaline’s eyes widened as she looked down at the silver locket inside the case. Remus could see she was unsure, possibly overwhelmed by his gesture, but he wouldn’t let her resist it. He lifted the small, oval locket out of the case, quickly placing it on the nearest surface that was her dresser and opening the lioness engraved necklace to reveal what was inside.

Remus braced for Rosaline’s tears and sure enough they came pouring out completely silently.

‘Turn around.’ He whispered and it took her a moment, but she did and faced the small mirror that always faced away from the bed. Rosaline pulled her hair out of the way as Remus carefully clipped the locket into place around her smooth neck, she looked down at the picture of her mother smiling inside and still the tears poured out. Remus softly kissed her cheek, wrapping his arms around her and inhaling her warm scent. ‘Do you like it?’

‘I love you.’ It was like instinct took over and the words just escaped her.

Remus smiled uncontrollably and placed small soft kisses against her cheek and jaw, gently caressing her waist and inhaling the smell of her hair. ‘I wanted you to remember how loved you are, to have a reminder with you wherever you are.’

He could feel Rosaline’s body shaking slightly and when he opened his eyes properly, he could see her on the verge of sobbing.

‘Rosaline?’ Remus gently turned her to face him, she began sobbing hard into his chest and all he could do was hold her until she stopped. ‘Rosaline, I know it might overwhelming, but you deserve these things, you deserved to be loved. It’s all I’m trying to do.’

She took a moment to regain some of her breath and stepped back enough to give her room to think. ‘I know what you’re trying to do.’ Rosaline said and Remus could feel his heart sinking for a moment. ‘And I still don’t really understand why, all I know for certain is that it feels good… how can that be a bad thing?’

‘It’s not.’ Remus sighed with relief.

‘Will you help me? To keep my faith in life?’ It seemed like such a desperately simple request and of course, Remus could never refuse to help Rosaline in any regard.

‘It’s the one thing you don’t ever have to ask me,’ Remus smiled. ‘I will always help you keep your faith, if you’ll help me keep mine?’

Rosaline’s expression was one of sudden surprise. In all of Remus’s requests for her to be selfish and ask for what she needed, she may not have realised that he was neglecting himself in order to serve her needs.

‘You… you want something?’ She asked, uncertain of if she could give him anything that he might have needed.

‘Rosaline, I wouldn’t ask for anything I wasn’t absolutely sure you were willing to give.’ Remus reassured her, much to her instant relief. ‘So, I will ask just one thing of you tonight… sleep with me.’

Rosaline smiled her bright, beautiful smile and her slight shift of movement told him that she wanted to kiss him. Remus ran his hands over her hips, pulling her towards him and pressed a firm kiss against her. Rosaline let out an uncharacteristic moan that shot warmth straight through Remus, instinctively making his body push into hers. He needed to quickly regain his focus in order to stop himself going too far.

‘I…’ Rosaline suddenly stopped and he could see the faint pink flush of her cheeks.

‘Say it.’ He whispered, placing soft kisses against her jaw. ‘Ask me for what you want.’ He gently encouraged, feeling her sigh next to his ear and her fingers run through his hair.

‘I want…’ Remus couldn’t help but let his lips find a smooth piece of skin on her neck and pepper it with kisses, she let out another satisfying sigh. ‘I want you to see me,’ she whispered, ‘all of me.’ Remus let out his own groan, pressing more intense kisses down her neck, before stopping himself before went any further.

‘I would love to see you Rosaline.’ Remus whispered below her ear.

Very slowly, Remus slid his hands under her jumper and helped her take it off, her eyes drifted over his cardigan and immediately he took it off, along with his t-shirt so that she could see him and not feel like she was losing anything of her dignity or confidence. Her darkened green eyes wandered over Remus’s scarred torso, she ran her slightly calloused fingertips over a particularly nasty, self-inflicted scar. It sat low on his chest and the second she made contact, Remus remembered the moment it happened, but instead of residual pain, he could only feel the warmth of her touch.

He wanted her to know how much she meant to him, he wanted her to feel his love for her. Remus was desperate to marry her and spend the rest of his life existing in moments like this.

‘Rosaline.’ He breathed and her hand froze. ‘Don’t stop.’

It took another moment, but eventually she was confident enough to let her soft hands graze his skin and ignite his entire body. It was blissful and exhilarating and everything Remus had always wanted to feel with another person, he just never expected it to be so addictive.

Eventually Remus couldn’t take much more before he would lose control over himself and go too far for her. He slid his hands around her hips and slowly brought her t-shirt up over her head, but the sight of her full chest and the locket sitting perfectly between her breasts was making his mouth water. There was a moment in Remus’s head where he had to ask himself why he was resisting so much, why didn’t he just kiss her, take her to bed and make love to her all night?

‘Remus?’ Rosaline frowned. ‘Did I do something?’

Remus suddenly realised her was outright staring at her chest like some hungry dog, he sighed and shook his head smiling.

‘No, I was just… getting distracted.’ He offered and the realisation of what he meant dawned on her, her cheeks flooding red. ‘It’s not something you need to worry too much about,’ Remus quickly reassured her. ‘I’m no rush to do anything right now.’

Rosaline’s eyes narrowed, before she rolled them with a smile, that was the cheekier side of coming out and he adored that about her. She leaned up and kissed him gently, making him smile into her. He continued to slowly undress her, somehow finding himself placing soft, delicate kisses over her body. Remus did everything he could to maintain his control, but in the moments he felt himself losing it, she only encouraged him with her gentle sighs and instinctive groans.

Remus let his pride overcome him momentarily when he found a particularly sensitive spot on her hips, he didn’t dare go too far, but ran his hand up her strong thigh, accidentally sliding his thumb beneath the line of her underwear, grazing his lips over the thin layer of skin. She groaned his name, freezing as soon as she did, but didn’t let her feel the embarrassment, instead he repeated the movement and forced another groan from deep in her chest.

Remus placed a line of soft kisses up her body and finished by pressing a much firmer one to her mouth, feeling her smile while he did. ‘Can I assume you enjoyed that?’ He felt himself short of breath, not as much as Rosaline, but enough that she could tell.

Rosaline nodded and Remus kissed her again, loving how much she was encouraging him to do what he wanted to her. He undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, stilling kissing her and making her giggle. Her giggle was one of the sweetest things he’d ever heard, he wanted desperately to hear it again.

In some unknown moment of desire and courage, Remus slid his hands beneath her legs and lifted her gently onto the bed, laying her down and continuing to kiss her, making her giggle again and again.

‘I love that sound.’ Remus chuckled, finding himself pressed against her body, his hips between her legs, leaning on his forearms either side of her head and finding that she wasn’t resisting anything he was doing.

‘What sound?’ She chuckled, leaning up to kiss him.

‘You, laughing.’ Remus smiled, he could see her eyes were her signature bloodshot, regardless of what he wanted to continue doing with her, she was exhausted and needed to sleep before she went to work in the morning. He had no idea of the time and a part of him didn’t care, but she would be tired enough without him prolonging her sleep. ‘You need to sleep, you’re exhausted.’ He said.

‘I’m always exhausted.’ Rosaline shrugged.

‘I know,’ Remus smiled, kissing her again, not ever quite getting enough of the taste of her. ‘But I can’t lose you and if I let you go out there without getting enough sleep, you’ll be at a disadvantage should you be attacked. Rosaline, I just can’t take that risk. I know you understand that.’

‘I do.’ She nodded and brought her hands up to run over his jawline, it was bliss and he could have let her touch him with her wonderfully cool hands all night and all day. ‘I’m tired, Remus.’

‘I know.’ He sighed. ‘So am I.’ Remus stroked his hand through her soft hair and kissed her forehead. ‘Go to sleep for me, I’ll be here when you wake up.’ He promised and rolled himself off of her to the side of the bed. Rosaline turned to face away from Remus, allowing him to curl himself around her body, kissing the skin on her shoulder and neck, breathing her in deeply. ‘Good night, Rosaline.’ He said and brought his hand up to lower the light in the room until it was pitch black, the only noise was Rosaline’s gentle breathing as she fell asleep him his arms.

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[luveline]

self preservation, part 5 | remus lupin x reader

"Aw baby," he teased, going for broke, "y'little hole, all sopping wet when I just finished cleaning you up. You're so inconsiderate," he teased.

"Not my fault," you protested, more incensed than he'd ever heard you. "You- you-"

"I know, baby, I know," he soothed, rubbing the back of your thigh. Your hips shifted, searching for his fingers. He stopped his circling and dipped into your slick, your sigh of relief an amorous sound he was sure to hear playing over and over in his mind the next time he missed your skin. "I wound you up."

summary you give Remus presents of all kinds for his birthday. [5k]

warnings smut, romantic tension, praise, very small degradation, oral, fem!reader, muggle anxious reader, secret wizard infatuated remus, friends with benefits who are a little in love with each other,

read part one | two | three | four here

Remus left an apologetic note on your nightstand, explaining that Sirius had picked him up to fix his sorry excuse for a car and he hadn't wanted to wake you up after your 'workout'. He’d call later, if that were permissible.

You ran your finger over where he’d signed his name.

It was very permissible, you thought to yourself in the shower, thighs aching.

Time away from him allowed you to think of the night before with a new set of eyes. You sat on the end of your bed with your hair dripping down your back and stared at the burn on your wrist with enough intensity to blister it anew. Then, foolishly, you pressed your lips to the space where his had been shyly, a brief caress. It revealed nothing of his motivations.

Remus had called you, then, saying the car was fixed, thank goodness, and would you come for a drink? You could hear someone in the background, a voice like sandstone saying something scolding. “Right,” Remus had said. “I’ll come pick you up?” he’d amended.

And so you’d met Sirius Black outside your flat in the front seat of Remus’ car. “Get in the back,” Remus said to Sirius pointedly.

“Yes, yes, alright,” Sirius said, holding his hands up in surrender. He’d stood from the car, peered down at you like he knew something you didn’t before smiling. “I’m Sirius.”

He was similar to Remus in two areas, total. The first: he was very tall. The second: he was remarkably handsome. That was where, you thought, the surface similarities ended. He was rough to Remus’ soft, sharp-edged and shark-tooth smiling like everything was a joke and you weren’t in on it. Which wasn’t to say he was unfriendly, he wasn't, but in his leather jacket and his chiselled face you saw a blithe coolness that both intimidated and enchanted you.

You realised Sirius had probably possessed this ability his whole life, to make people want to impress him. It made you very, very nervous. He was the first of Remus’ friends you were going to meet properly and you wanted — needed — to make a good impression. You were trying your best to perform like a normal person. Inside, you wanted to pitch yourself into Remus’ arms. You wanted to turn tail and run.

You introduced yourself. “Nice to meet you,” you tacked on weakly.

“I’m sure it is,” he said. Remus protested loudly from the front seat.

Sirius climbed in the back. You sat in the front gingerly. Remus squeezed your thigh and said with a meaningful look, “You alright?” which you’d certainly needed, waiting for you to say yes before starting the engine. You felt Sirius’ gaze on you and turned amicably sideways, feeling like a butterfly whose wings had been pinned.

“So you work with Remus?”

“I do,” you said, clasping your hands together. Remus looked at you out of the corner of his eye.

You suffered through a game of twenty questions. Sirius wanted to know where you’d grown up, what music you listened to, how old you were, and, by extension, your star sign. He then proceeded to tell you exactly how incompatible this made you with Remus, and, when Remus cleared his throat, how compatible it made you as well. Remus was frowning by the time you arrived.

Outside the pub, Remus sent his friend in first with as much smoothness as he could muster before turning to you sheepishly. “I was hoping you’d meet James first. He’s less… overwhelming.”

You craved his closeness, feeling as though you’d feel much better if you could just rest your forehead on his chest for a minute or two. You shook any anxiety from your face and grinned. You could tell he was unconvinced and taking pity on you.

“It’s fine, it’s nice. I'm happy to meet your friends.”

He nodded, looking pleased with you. His hands moved as though he might take yours into his. Maybe he’d changed his mind or that had never been his intention, as he let them drop and sighed dramatically, blowing the hair from his face. You laughed at his antics.

“It really wasn’t so bad.”

“No, I know, but. I wasn’t expecting to do this today.”

Neither were you. In a perfect world he would’ve stayed the day. You might’ve watched a film, properly this time with less wrist-kissing (or more, whatever would suit him) and a bowl of salty popcorn.

He stepped closer to you, inclining his head. “I feel like a bad friend.”

“What?” you asked, laughing.

“I don’t think I’ve ever asked you any of those questions before.”

“Oh, you mean the interrogation.”

He rolled his eyes. The wind blew hard and you hid away in your thin jacket, covering your hands with your sleeves.

“C‘mon, let’s go in before you freeze to death,” he said.

He held the door open for you. You thanked him, and then said quietly, “You can ask me anything you want to. And I don’t think it makes you a bad friend,” the word sounded disjointed even to yourself, “for not wanting to take a crash course on me.”

“And if I do?”

You looked to him as he searched for Sirius. The black-haired man was sitting in a booth on the left side of the restaurant, waving you both over.

“Then take one." His hand ghosted the small of your back as you weaved through chairs and tables. “I don’t know any of the answers about you, either.”

“Like what?”

“Like, when’s your birthday?”

“March 10th.”

You gasped.

“What?”

“Remus, that’s this week!"

"Is it?" he asked, sliding into the booth beside Sirius. You knew he'd made the choice so you didn't have to, and was beyond grateful when you sat down opposite them both. You wanted to ride him about failing to mention his birthday but didn't want to be rude, and by the time you'd had a few drinks and some food you'd forgotten to be peeved.

-

You masked how you felt very well, even forgot it, for a time — the loneliness, the worrying. You did well with your work at the supermarket. You had Remus. Some days, very few days, days all the same — it wasn’t enough to stave away the upset. You’d woken up feeling it in the depth of your chest, carried it in your fingertips like tiny needles of glass.

You went to work and smiled and did your due diligence, stocking and restocking, changing labels and sticking old merchandise with discount stickers. At one point, everything felt very loud.

Remus had been around. You’d missed him this morning, having caught the later bus. He’d stolen you for a spare minute behind a towering display of trampoline boxes. “I can pick you up, you know.”

You did know. You worried relying on him for something like that would begin to press on his nerves. “I’m too ditzy in the mornings. I’ll make you late.”

“You got up just fine on Saturday. The second time.”

You tried very hard not to stammer. “It was the weekend. Plus, can your poor car take it?"

"Sirius really liked you, you know?"

You bit back a smile and turned your face away from him.

He elbowed you before he drifted off to finish whatever he’d been doing. You asked Lucy to give you something to do and she looked at you like you’d grown a second head. You weren’t in the habit of asking for more work.

That’s how you found yourself in the shop’s small clothing section. The clothing section lived in the furthest corner of the storefront, hidden away behind a few aisles of tall racks of clothes, displays of shoes and rotating stands filled up with cubic zirconia jewellery. Your hands were shaking as you hooked pairs of small, silver earrings backed onto velveteen over a prong.

It often caught you by surprise how sad you could feel in response to your own worrying. How a mild want for relief could turn desperate and frustrated, had you swallowing a lump in your throat in your clean pressed uniform like a good worker.

It didn't feel as all encompassing when Remus rounded the corner with his thermos full of hot tea.

"For you," he said, "you look tired today, sweetheart."

-

Remus really hadn't given you much time to prepare for his birthday.

You wracked your brain for what to get him. What did you get a twenty something young guy with no interest in sports? You supposed you'd get him a book; his room was filled with novels and textbooks, half of them gibberish to you. "It's a sci-fi series, lovely," he'd said. The next time you'd gone round they'd been moved. You felt terrible for embarrassing him and never mentioned them again. Maybe you could get him a sci-fi book or two to fill the gap, and show him you really didn't care about his taste in books, though you'd never volunteer to read any of them. Fictional potion making didn't interest you.

A very small part of you wanted to hint at your affections. You recalled him wearing a silver necklace when you'd first met him that you hadn't seen recently. Maybe he'd broken it. That would make a good present for a boyfriend that wasn't your boyfriend, possibly. Or a terrible one.

Whether you'd confess or not, you bought a necklace. A simple chain with a pinky-nail sized compass charm. The jeweller assured you the lucky man would like it.

And then, wondering if two books and a necklace was overkill or under kill, wildly inappropriate or the best gifts you'd ever gotten someone, you made him a very small voucher. Hand-crafted, good for anything he wanted.

You presented him with the card first. The voucher fell into his lap. He held it between two fingers delicately and his smile slowly grew. Nailed it, you thought to yourself.

"Anything I want?" he asked.

"Anything you want," you confirmed.

"Are you sure this isn't a gift for you?" he asked.

"Not unless you want it to be."

He smiled across the table at you. You were on break, aching already with hours to go. The whole staff had sent a card around and Daniel had insisted you present it to him. He displayed both on the table with a happy smile.

"Thank you," he said fondly.

"Oh, that's not all, Lupin," you began, your voice faux excited. Internally you were worried as a mother hen who'd just caught sight of a red snout. "I got you real gifts."

"This is a real gift," he protested.

You shook your head. "That's my fail safe if you hate the real gifts." You pulled three silver parcels from your rucksack. You'd even tied a bow around the books with shining twine to hold them together.

He went for the smaller first and your hand jumped forward. "No- uh, do that one last."

"Yes mum," he said dutifully. You cringed and wrinkled your nose at him, which set him laughing as he pulled the ribbon loose. He unwrapped the presents with care, peeling sellotape rather than ripping. It echoed the care he showed in everyday things.

You realised he'd opened the sequel first and frowned. "Oh, that's the second. Sorry."

He turned it over in his hand, reading the blurb on the back. "Don't be sorry."

You pressed your lips together. He unwrapped the first and held them both in his hands. You felt your heart beating uncomfortably fast as his silence stretched.

"Thank you," he said, voice bright, meeting your eyes with all the lightness a person could hope to possess.

"I know you- you got rid of your books when I came over the first time. I didn't mean to make you, uh, embarrassed."

You wrung your hands. He laughed and set the books next to his two cards. "I didn't move them because of your judgement," he said. "I was redecorating."

"I wasn't judging them!"

"Your disgust, then."

"Remus," you pleaded.

He shook his head at you, leaning back in his seat. "It's so easy."

"Pick on someone your own size."

He tipped his head from side to side like he was considering it. "Nah, you're much more fun. I know what it does to you."

You withheld your expression and looked him dead in the eye.

"Alright! I'm sorry, lovely girl, really. Don't be embarrassed. The books are amazing, thank you. Forgive me?

"Well," you said, resting your elbows on the table, head inclined, "it is your birthday."

"That it is," he said smugly.

He reached for the last present and you stopped yourself from pulling it back. Even if he hated it, he wouldn't say. Everything would be fine.

The jewellery box made a small shushing sound as he opened it, a nice clip as he set the lid aside over the plastic tabletop. One bench over three of your coworkers sat eating pastries. Somebody ran the sink so high the sound bounced around the room at high velocity. You imagined cold water flicking the back of your neck.

Despite the noise, your vision had tunneled in on Remus. His hair was in his eyes, always in his eyes, curling over his eyebrows and around his ears. His pretty mouth was still, lips parted a millimetre. His eyes, brown as rich soil, traced the necklace carefully. You put the tip of your index finger in your mouth and bit down to stop from spewing apologies.

He moved the sheet paper cover onto the table and popped the necklace from it's box. It dangled between you both, held aloft by a single digit, shining in the fluorescents.

He didn't look at you as he cleared his throat. "You'll put it on for me? I'm rubbish with clasps."

It hadn't been what you were expecting him to say.

You moved to the chair beside him and held your breath as you unlocked the clasp, pushing onto a knee to drape it across his chest. You carded the hair from the back of his neck gently and shut the clasp, letting it fall against his shirt.

He stared down at the necklace, an inkling of pleasure on his face followed by something else that he swiftly mastered and hid away. You tucked the necklace under his polo to make him work appropriate and he caught your hand, pressed it against his heart. You blinked. His eyes locked onto your joined hands. He squeezed your fingers, pushed the pad of his thumb into your palm.

He let your hand go and moved in to kiss you on the cheek. He didn't say thank you again and you didn't want one. He'd said enough with his touches, the area where he'd pressed his lips had a warm spot and your whole body flushed.

A small chime sounded, signalling the end of first dinner break. Your coworkers stood up to leave. You wondered if they were looking at you both and found you didn't care, not one bit.

He packed away his gifts into his rucksack. You thought maybe he'd say nothing at all for the rest of your lives as you both stored your things in the lockers, side by side, when he spoke softly.

"Anything I want?"

It took you a moment to recall what he meant. "Yeah, Remus, anything."

"I'll save it, if that's alright with you."

"That's fine."

He nodded, squeezed your shoulder familiarly and you both parted ways for the rest of your shift, head spinning.

-

And, the unspoken gift, birthday sex.

"This won't use up my voucher, will it?" he asked.

"No, you twit," you said, irritated. He already had you pressed into the wall of his bedroom with a hand down your trousers. "Why, do I need to get a hole-punch ready?"

"No, no, if you don't mind."

"You're very polite for someone with his fingers inside me," you said.

He gasped. "What's wrong with you? Where's my shy girl gone?"

"She died when you played handsy in the car."

He smirked to himself and shifted his fingers, scissoring you wide open. "It gets you so badly," he said happily, cruelly. You tightened your hand hard enough around his bicep to make him groan. "Ouch, popeye. Give it a rest."

"I'm popeye! Have you seen your arms?"

"I'm choosing to take that as an insult," he said, latching onto your neck. "You'll be duly punished," he murmured against your skin.

"Oh, goodie."

He thrusted up. "I don't like this version of you at all. And on my birthday, of all days!" He kissed your sternum numerous times to show he was kidding. Every press of his lips inched down into your bones. You were almost floating, tethered by his ministrations and nothing else.

He pulled his fingers out, dissatisfied, pressed them wet to your neck. Steadfast in his unmoving grasp, he kissed you. You doubted you'd ever tire of it.

He held onto you like he worried you'd slip away. You worried the same thing, tightening your hands around his wrists. You wanted him bad, you almost always did, and yet his kiss was so distracting. So all encompassing, he filled each of your senses in turn until the room wasn't a room, it was him, his mouth, his body and your body.

You stood in his hold and he stood in yours, breathing quick gasps of air like divers resurfacing before throwing yourselves back in, desperate to see everything, desperate to feel everything. You ran your hand down his wrist, down his arm, slipped your fingers underneath his sleeves to cup his bicep.

His fingertips brushed the edges of your hairline as he kissed you deeper, tasting of the cloying madeira cake you'd both enjoyed on the drive home.

You started giggling as best you could with your mouth full and felt his lips curve up in a smile against yours.

"What's funny?" he asked, pulling away.

You, panting, pressed your fingertips into his chest to push him away. "You're gonna suffocate me."

"My nefarious plan revealed," he said dryly, shoving you none too gently toward the bed.

You let yourself fall onto his sheets, saw in his eyes he planned on being similarly behaved.

"How'd you want me, handsome?" you asked him, tracing a line up your navel, pulling you shirt up with it to expose the edge of your bra.

He climbed up the bed, fingers quickly lifting the hem of your shirt up and over your head. Despite his hurry, his cock straining through his tight trousers, he was devout, kissing the top of your shoulder, a path down your arm. It wiped the smile off your face, had you looking at him with curiosity.

He didn't notice, busy with your trouser buttons. He popped them open, pulled your trousers off and shuffled back with them. You brought your legs up coyly, pushing your knees together.

He kneeled at the end of his bed, breathing fast. He pulled his shirt off over his back quickly, hair every which way. You held your arms out to beckon him forward and he came, letting you push the waves of his hair flat. He made quick work of his trousers and shrugged them off. It wasn't often you were both in your underwear. It felt different.

"You're very handsome," you said, aiming for lightness and missing.

"You've told me," he said.

"Let me tell you again," you said, hands cradling his face now his hair was in order.

A blush developed over his face, set his pale skin pink. His freckles stuck like pink prick stars across his cheeks. You ran your thumb over the bridge of his nose, over his cheek. His eyes shut in response.

"You shouldn't be so lovely," he said, words smooth as brushed cotton, "I'll get a complex."

You rolled your eyes and leaned in, tilting your head to slot against his, taking his pink top lip into your mouth. His hand tightened in your hair as you sucked, his dick twitched where it was pressed over your thigh.

"You liked that, huh?" you asked when you'd finished.

"Shut it," he said.

"I don't think so, I quite like teasing you."

You let your head drop on the pillows behind you and hoped he would follow. He didn't, climbing up.

"On your tummy, sweetheart," he said. You did as he commanded with trepidation honey thick in your veins, heart pounding in your ears.

On your stomach, he unclasped your bra and you slid it off. His hand pushed under your body and searched until he found your nipple, tweaking the little bead cruelly. You turned your shoulder inwards to dissuade his touches and he laughed easily, setting his attentions on your panties. You felt the bed shift as he climbed between your legs, breath stuttering as he rubbed his thumb over your cunt, fabric sliding.

"Pretty pussy all wet for me," he said, almost to himself. "Always so wet for me, aren't you, darling?"

Darling. You buried your face in his pillow and drowned out your overwhelming pleasure with his smell.

Your underwear came down. He pulled them clean of your ankles, elastic pinging off your skin as he pulled. You didn't know what he was doing from behind, didn't realise how close he'd gotten until you felt his mouth on the back of your leg. He kissed gently, then not so gently, rounding to your inner thigh where he left little love bites up and up until his nose brushed your cunt. You seized, threw your hand back and couldn't reach him as he kissed your centre, licked a wet stripe up your heat that made you gasp.

His fingers found your entrance. He pushed in two at once, sucking and nibbling on your clit until you were panting.

"Remus, don't," you began.

He pulled away, alarmed. "What's wrong?"

"You're not supposed to-" you shook your head, your back arched as you looked over your shoulder at him. "It's your birthday. You're the one who's supposed to get oral."

His eyebrows went up. "Babe, I really don't eat you out enough if you think it's supposed to be a special occasion."

You shook your head. "Didn't mean it like that."

"Can I keep going?" His hand came down on the back of your knee. "I like doing it. Consider it a gift for me."

Your aimed your shoulders to hide your face and nodded.

He squeezed your thigh. "Yes or no, sweetheart."

"Yes, please." You shifted your hips to drive the point home.

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Remus had forgotten how shy you'd been when you first met. But now, with his face buried in your pussy and your shoulders trembling, he remembered. Cruelly, he wanted to embarrass you worse.

He pushed two fingers into your cunt and pumped a few times for good measure, lips sealing around your sensitive clit. He sucked on it gently and then not so much, pleased as punch when you squealed into his pillow.

"You liked that, huh, baby?" he asked, using your words against you.

"Yes," you admitted sheepishly.

He searched for that sound again, wouldn't stop until he found it, curving his fingers to drag along your soft walls, wetness covering the bottom of his face. He sucked and adored your clit until your were making little weepy sounds that set his heart ablaze and his cock throbbing, pulling his fingers out momentarily to lick your pussy clean. He liked you very much, but it was his birthday. He wanted you to come with his cock deep inside you, walls clenched around him. He struggled up onto his knees and spread your legs a little further so your heat was close enough to fuck into should you allow him, drawing his fingers in light lines on the skin between your cunt and your thigh.

He pressed three fingers to your entrance, rubbing his fingertips circles. "Aww baby," he teased, going for broke, "y'little hole, all sopping wet when I just finished cleaning you up. You're so inconsiderate," he teased.

"Not my fault," you protested, more incensed than he'd ever heard you. "You- you-"

"I know, baby, I know," he soothed, rubbing the back of your thigh. Your hips shifted, searching for his fingers. He stopped his circling and dipped into your slick, your sigh of relief an amorous sound he was sure to hear playing over and over in his mind the next time he missed your skin. "I wound you up."

"Yes," you agreed, comforted by his sympathy.

He smirked to himself. "Move back on my fingers," he instructed.

You hugged his pillow to your chest and moved back obediently, though he sensed your desperation with every rock of your hips. He held his fingers very still inside you and let you ride them, your movements slow and shy.

"Go on," he said, scissoring his fingers inside you, feeling your cunt stretch. You sighed as you moved away, worse when you moved onto him and felt the drag.

"Remus, please. I want you," you said, voice muffled by fabric. He pushed you down by the small of your back, moving his boxers down to his knees. You felt the fabric on your skin and uncovered your face to watch inquisitively. He leaned over you, cock sliding over your arse, to move the messy hair from your eyes like you'd done for him.

"What do you want, baby?"

"I want you-" you hesitated, shyness making your voice small. "I want your cock."

He was so turned on by your admission he groaned, rocking his hips against your arse.

He pulled back just long enough to part your pussy and push the head of his cock into your warmth before he leaned flush against your body. You made a noise like you'd had the air knocked out of you as he rocked in, hugging the pillow to your chest tightly.

He used your hair to gently drag your head back, making it so he could kiss the side of your throat. The necklace you'd gifted him hung between you, swaying with each thrust, metal skimming over your soft skin over and over. His kisses moved to the nape of your neck, slow, open-mouthed. He could feel the little sounds you were making vibrate through your damp skin.

He hit your sweet spot and you tightened around him, a small groan escaping you. "How's that, sweetheart?" he asked you. "Feel good?"

You held your hand out for him and he took it, rocking forward again. Another little groan, throaty things that he adored. He sped up his thrusts, desperate to hear you and fully enraptured. "You feel so fucking good, tight little cunt all spread open," he rocked in to the hilt, stayed there to piston against your sweet spot. You let out a long cry, fingers tightening around his.

"Fuck," you said, "fuck," when he hammered in again, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

The feeling was mutual. His hips slowed as the pleasure built. He leaned forward to talk into your ear. "Touch yourself for me, that's a good girl," he said, hand digging into your hip regretfully as he slid forward.

You nodded, mewled, forced a hand under your weight to rub circles into your pussy. He could see your eyes slant shut as you worked and felt your hips grateful as you chased the feeling. He moved back to spread the cheeks of your arse, spread your pussy, watching your entrance stretch around the head of his aching cock as he pushed in.

He knew you were close because you'd stopped breathing properly, holding in gasps and pausing when you remembered. He set a steady pace and shoved his hand under your hip, back aching at the angle as he searched for your hand. He held his hand over yours and forced you to rub quicker circles into your clit until your mouth came open in a soundless cry, pussy clenched around him hard. He kept his hand over yours, kept the simulation going until he felt your hip twitching under his hand and your legs were kicking.

"Good girl," he praised. "So good for me."

You moved your hand away and held onto his pillow like a life raft as he plowed into you, sharp firm thrusts that hit the deepest part of you until he groaned, pulling out to milk his cock, cum shooting over the globes of your arse, dripping down over your rim and pussy. He sat back on his haunches and gripped your leg for dear life as the pleasure rode over him, palming his cock until the very last of it had begun dripping down the underside of his shaft. He collected it on his fingers and pushed it inside you, laughing as you made a happy sound.

His abdomen felt tight as he leaned down to kiss your messy pussy, licking stripes over your tiny gaping hole.

He climbed off of you to find a towel, letting his boxers fall to the ground. You were right where he left you when he came back, dozing.

He wiped cum and mess off of your legs gently, warm water dripping over your swollen cunt. You stirred as he went. He wiped his hands clean before dropping the towel over the edge of the bed and settling at the top, pulling your head into his lap. You groaned tiredly.

"Sorry. You can sleep if you want to," he said gently.

You sighed and turned onto your side away from him, hiking a leg up. You looked up with a smile. "Sorry, I don't know what happened. A haze came over me," you murmured theatrically.

"You're drunk on me," he said smugly, running his fingernail under your eye to wipe away your smudged make-up.

"I don't think that's it."

He covered you both up with a blanket as best he could. You wrapped your hand around the outside of his thigh, lips against his leg. "Happy birthday. Happy birthday," you repeated. He smiled, pulling you close. Your arm came around his waist in response, face tucked into his stomach. You kissed his tummy.

He screwed his eyes shut tightly. "Thank you, lovely girl."

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