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An Arrangement- Regulus Black (Part 2)

Pairing: Regulus Black

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word Count: 2k

A/N: So here is part 2 to the rewrite of An Arrangement, I hope you enjoy! As always requests are open! I’ve been really into writing for Regulus so far so I’m open to any ideas!

The days following her engagement had somehow blown by and dragged on all the same. Her day-to-day life had changed minimally since; a fact that she found relieving in a sense, but disheartening nonetheless.

She’d imagined that the days following her engagement would be full of blissful love. That she wouldn’t even want to leave her partner’s side because she couldn’t bear to be apart from them. Instead, she had a fiance that she hadn’t seen since their “engagement party”, and to be honest she was dreading having to face him again.

It was nothing against Regulus personally. She just wasn’t quite sure how she was supposed to act towards him just yet. How do you converse with your fiance that you’ve had maybe two conversations with? What if he turned out to be an ass? What if he decided that he hated her?

She supposed that it wouldn’t matter either way. They’d already made an unbreakable vow. It was–as the name suggested–unbreakable. One couldn’t just change their mind after that. They were tethered to one another permanently; all for their families’ benefits. What those benefits were, they would probably never know.

She boarded the Hogwarts Express with much less enthusiasm than usual. She dragged her feet down the aisle until she found an empty seat.

The train smelled of warm vanilla, a scent that had become a comfort over the years; an indication that she was on her way home. The castle had always felt more like home than her own house, a feeling that was beginning to make more sense the older she grew. Her parents had been so eager to get rid of her, marrying her off to the highest bidder it seemed.

Students continued to file through the train cars as she found an empty compartment to slip into. She laid her head against the cool glass of the window, hoping that she wouldn’t be bothered.

Outside, many of the first years were saying goodbye to their families. Their mothers held onto them tightly as they cried. She wondered why her own mother had never been so affectionate. She didn’t think that she had a particularly bad childhood, but she couldn’t recall a time in which either of her parents had seemed remotely interested in her. She didn’t have any siblings that took their attention. They just acted as though they had no child at all.

She just wondered what her mother had received that was worth signing over her daughter’s entire future. Tears welled in her eyes, but she brushed them away quickly. She didn’t want anyone to see her cry. Word traveled fast and it wouldn’t be long before everyone knew that she had been bawling on the train, and she didn’t feel like answering any questions.

“(Y/N), it’s good to see you!” A familiar voice echoed through the compartment. “I was a little afraid that you might’ve died or something given that you haven’t responded to my owls all summer,” Geoff joked, though there was a slight accusatory tone. She wouldn’t say it, but she couldn’t help but think that she wished she was.

To be honest, she’d forgotten about Geoff and the promises she’d made to write to him over the summer. Geoff was a sweet Ravenclaw boy that had graciously offered to help her in potions the year prior, quite literally might have kept her from getting failing marks.

Geoff pushed his rectangular glasses up the bridge of his nose and pushed his shaggy blonde hair away from his eyes. He was the total opposite of Regulus, she noticed. Regulus was tall and lanky, while Geoff was more average height and stocky. He was still handsome–though she supposed that she probably shouldn’t say that given the fact that she was now engaged.

“Sorry, I’ve been…busier than I expected to be.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. She might’ve been wrong, but she considered practically being forced into making an unbreakable vow to be substantially more eventful than anyone could’ve imagined their summer before their sixth year to be.

“Is this where you’re sitting?” Geoff gestured to the empty seat next to her. She nodded, hoping that her lack of verbal confirmation would deter him from wanting to pursue a conversation, though that would be asking for too much. “Well, I set up with some friends a bit further back, but I’ll tell them I’m moving. I’d hate for you to be all by yourself.”

“That’s alright, Geoff. I-”

“What she means is that won’t be necessary, Geoff. She won’t be sitting alone.”The familiar scent of mahogany and fresh parchment filled her nostrils.

Regulus had arrived so suddenly and silently that she hadn’t even noticed him approaching until he spoke. She supposed that it was quite similar to how he arrived in her life as well.

He plopped next to her, linking their hands before shooting Geoff a sly smirk. Geoff stood there, a puzzled look on his face before Regulus spoke again.

“Now, if you could leave us, I’d like to enjoy the train ride with my girlfriend.” She couldn’t help but internally wince at the word. It seemed quite diminishing to what their situation is. Granted, she couldn’t think of a more appropriate one. Fiance was too formal, they weren’t officially married, so wife wouldn’t work.

Geoff looked between the two of them, a flicker of hurt crossing his features before he regained composure. “Alright, I suppose I’ll see you later then.” Geoff straightened his back before rejoining his friends.

“That wasn’t very nice, you know.” She shot Regulus a glare. It was one thing to be forced into a marriage, but she wouldn’t be policed on who she could or couldn’t converse with. She hadn’t wanted this, and it wasn’t as though she could pursue Geoff even if she’d wanted to, so there was no threat to Regulus whatsoever.

“Well, I don’t generally enjoy watching others flirt with my future wife. I’ve never really been good at sharing, ask Sirius.” She didn’t give him a response, earning a huff from the brunette. “You’re right, that may have been a bit excessive.”

“May have,” she scoffed. “I think that might be a bit of an understatement. He’s just a friend.”

“Are you sure that he knows that?” Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“It’s not like you have anything to worry about even if he didn’t,” she retorted.

Regulus shook his head in annoyance. “I have something for you,” he said bluntly. He dug a small box from his pocket and placed it in her hand. “And before you freak out on me, this isn’t because of Geoff. I already thought of it.”

The box itself was small, but it felt as though it weighed about two tons as she turned it over in her hand.

“Thank you.” She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. A ring just made the whole thing more official. It made it harder for her to ignore and pretend like it was all just a sick twisted dream concocted by her imagination.

She flipped open the lid of the black velvet box and was greeted by a dainty gold band with a small stone sitting in the center. It was a beautiful ring, one that she surely would have fawned over had she received it under different circumstances. Looking at it, though, she couldn’t bring herself to be anything other than melancholy.

“I know it’s a bit forward, but I just thought that it might be nice for you to wear something that made you seem a little less… available.” Regulus looked at her, awaiting a response.

“And I suppose you’ll be capable of just saying ‘no thank you’ to any sort of advances, then?” She wasn’t trying to be rude, but it just didn’t feel fair. He garnered far more admirers than she did, and yet she was the one being forced to wear a ring representing the relationship that she hadn’t wanted in the first place.

A smile played on his lips as he took in her expression. He would find it funny. He’d seemed to find the whole situation thus far to be not that big of a deal. She wanted to hit him. She really wanted to hit him, but she refrained. It wouldn’t do much good to get herself expelled.

“On the contrary, I actually thought that it might be a nice statement for both of us, thank you very much.” He held up his left hand flashing a thick silver band on his ring finger.

She quickly averted her gaze, not wanting him to see her flustered. She also didn’t want to see the gloating expression that he was surely wearing at the moment.

“It looks like we’re properly engaged now,” she said glumly. She looked down at her own hand that now adorned the ring, symbolizing their bond–whatever that bond was. She bit the inside of her cheek, doing her best to keep her face from telling on her current inner turmoil. She was angry at the situation, of course, but at the end of the day, it wasn’t Regulus’ fault. He was most likely forced into this just as much as she was. He was just handling it with more grace than she was.

“Well, that was kind of the point.”

She rolled her eyes at his matter-of-fact tone. He was handsome, but that didn’t make up for the fact that his personality grated on her nerves. Every time she started to feel like perhaps he wasn’t so bad, he was able to completely run that thought from her mind with his sarcastic quips or general sense of entitlement.

The train started to move and she laid her head back against the window. Pretty soon, Platform 9 ¾ was far behind them and the mountains were in full view. The scenery was beautiful, and usually she was eager to be completely immersed into the landscape for the four hours that it took to get to Hogwarts, even though it was the same landscape that she’d seen for the past five years. She couldn’t appreciate it as much as she normally did, though. The experience dulled by her current predicament.

The train ride was surprisingly silent from that point on, Regulus offering little to no input. She found it to be quite out of character for him. She looked over to check if he was still there, and was greeted by his sleeping form.

Soft snores escaped from his lips and it wasn’t long before his head had slumped on her shoulder. She debated on whether or not she should wake him up,but she found him to be far more bearable when he was asleep. His hair smelled like cinnamon, she noticed. She liked it.

She found herself studying his features for the first time. She couldn’t really explain the feelings that she had. She’d found herself in the strange predicament of being engaged to practically a stranger, and while she did find him to be quite attractive, she didn’t love him, nor did she want to marry him. Maybe she would have, had their relationship started in a more traditional fashion, but with the current state of things, she felt forced. If she did grow to love him, there would always be that part of her that would wonder whether it was true or if it was because she was supposed to feel that way.

Regulus stirred beside her, drawing her from her thoughts. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled drowsily, sitting up. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s alright, you only drooled a little bit,” she teased. He shot her a cross look, though his eyes held a bit of amusement. “I’m only joking, don’t worry. You weren’t asleep for long, only about a half hour or so.”

“Oh good.” He nodded, his demeanor still groggy. “Wouldn’t want you to think I was bored of you.” She wasn’t quite sure how to take that. Was he bored of her? It wouldn’t matter if he was, she supposed. There wasn’t much that could be done about that now. Though she still found herself a little bit upset by the notion, whether it was true or not.

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An Arrangement - Regulus Black (Part One)

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Warnings: Arranged marriage.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: So, this is a rewrite of a series that was started on this blog a little while ago. I’ve fallen down a Regulus Black rabbit hole so expect plenty of more content about him 😆

The Black Manor’s sitting room was colder than she’d imagined it to be. Only a few feet from her, the fireplace crackled, illuminating the small and otherwise mostly dark space. The curtains were drawn, as were most of the others in the area, keeping away any prying eyes. The rise of the Dark Lord had brought suspicion to many of the older, more renowned pure-blood families.

Despite the fire, she shivered, and tried to steady her breathing. She tried to focus on the hideous floral couch she was currently sitting on, surely picked out by the matriarch of the Black clan, but her eyes wandered to Regulus, who occupied the space next to her. His presence did little to ease the wave of pure dread threatening to overtake her at any moment, as it was a reminder of why she was there in the first place.

Walburga, as well as her own mother had gone to a more private area to discuss the business aspect of their arrangement, leaving her and Regulus alone. She couldn’t say that she fully understood the logic. She and Regulus were old enough to commit to an unbreakable vow, but apparently too young to be included in the conversation regarding such.

An old wooden piano played itself in the corner, surely enchanted in order to keep them from listening in on what their mothers were saying. It worked, for the most part, but every once in a while, she could hear a laugh escape from either Walburga or her mother. Strange… she didn’t know they were capable of such a thing.

“You look quite thrilled.” Regulus’ hushed voice cut through the nearly deafening quietness between the two of them. The statement, she assumed, was meant to be a harmless attempt at conversation, but she couldn’t help but find it to be tone-deaf given the circumstances. How could she be? She hadn’t even been asked if she was content with essentially signing the rest of her life over to the Black family. In fact, any protest she made was met with a dismissive wave of the hand. After all, she should be grateful.it was every young witch’s dream to marry a wealthy (her mother was sure to emphasize that part) pure-blood wizard after finishing school; especially given the uncertain, trying times that they were living in. She’d just made it easier for her, given her supposed apathy towards developing her love life.

“And I suppose you are?” She raised an eyebrow. Her tone had come off a bit harsher than she’d intended, but she felt as though at least a little slack was deserved on her part.

“Sure.” He offered a charming smile, making her guilt towards the previous interaction swell. “I mean, why wouldn’t I be? I’ll get to be married to a woman that looks like you with little to no effort. Not to mention, there’s the added bonus that our children will be gorgeous.” She cringed at the mention of children, though she supposed that would be expected of her. She couldn’t decide whether she found his nonchalance to be infuriating or flattering in a way. At least she could take solace in that he didn’t find the idea of marrying her to be repulsive, though she couldn’t say the same for herself. It wasn’t anything against Regulus. She found him to be quite handsome, actually. She probably would’ve fawned over the idea of being so close to him if it had been under different circumstances, but that didn’t mean that she loved him. The issue came up with the fact that she didn’t know him. Their parents had been close, but that dynamic didn’t extend to their children. She wasn’t even sure if she’d had a full conversation with him until now.

“I suppose in a way, it would be easier.” She let out a soft, unconvincing chuckle. Whether he meant the words of flattery or not, she would never know, but it did help to lighten the mood just a little bit.

“Exactly. There shouldn’t be any in-law strife to worry about,” Regulus added.

“Definitely not. They know each other better than we do,” (Y/N) let out a scoff laced with annoyance.

“Well, I suppose we’ll have plenty of time to remedy that after today.”

“Yeah, our whole lives.” She averted her eyes from the boy.

“Oh, come on. I can’t be that bad, can I?” Regulus feigned offense, though when she glanced back over to him, she couldn’t help but notice a glint in his green eyes that suggested that perhaps he did feel somewhat slighted by the remark.

“No, not at all. You seem perfectly pleasant, actually. It’s just when I envisioned getting married, I just imagined it would be to someone I’d chosen for myself.” The elaboration seemed to momentarily appease the boy, though it wasn’t long before he spoke again.

“I always imagined that this was how I’d meet my future wife.” He shrugged, reclining back onto the sofa. “I suppose that’s why I never spent a lot of time dwelling on courting anyone. Although, I can say that I’m happy that it’s to you and not to some of the others that Mother suggested.” He shuddered.

“Well, I appreciate that, I think.” She furrowed her brow, trying to decipher whether it was meant to be a compliment. Regulus let out a soft laugh at her response, running his hand through the mess of black curls on his head.

“You’re quite cute when you’re confused, you know.” She pouted at the remark.

“You’d find me adorable in potions class, then.”

“Regulus, darling, bring (Y/N) into the dining room, we’re ready for the two of you.” Walburga’s voice turned her blood to ice. She’d almost been distracted from the reason that she was here in the first place, though she wasn’t sure how.

Regulus stood and her soon-to-be husband extended his hand to escort her. “Ready?” He seemed perfectly content with what was happening, she didn’t understand it. Even if he had envisioned this would be how his wedding day would go, wasn’t he the least bit worried? An unbreakable vow was a serious commitment; it was–well–unbreakable.

“As I’ll ever be, I suppose,” she murmured, accepting his hand. He guided her to the dining room and she couldn’t help but notice that his hands were softer than she’d imagined, and that she didn’t not enjoy the feeling of her hand in his. Even so, she wasn’t sure that they were at the point that marriage should be a consideration, but if it had to be anyone, she was more at ease with it being him.

As soon as they entered the room, it felt as though all of the air had been turned to molasses, determined to suffocate her. It was difficult to even draw a breath without it feeling as though her heart would explode from the pressure.

Their house elf, Kreacher, was in the corner, scrubbing the floor, though she was sure that he was focused more on the events about to unfold.

“Poor girl looks terrified.” Mrs. Black smiled, though the sentiment was laced with a twinge of annoyance, she noticed.

(Y/N) spoke quickly, to avoid any offense being taken by the older woman. “I’m sorry, I was just wondering if it hurt, that’s all.”

Walburga’s demeanor changed almost instantaneously. A relieved chuckle escaped from both her and her mother. As long as her lack of enthusiasm had nothing to do with Regulus, they weren’t concerned. She wasn’t surprised. Her own feelings hadn’t been a question throughout the whole ordeal, why would they be now?

She wished that she weren’t such a good daughter. Otherwise, she would’ve run away half an hour ago when they’d left her and Regulus. It meant a lot to her parents, though, and despite the fact that they didn’t care what she felt, she did care about their thoughts and feelings.

“No more than a sting,” Walburga explained, a grin on her face. She couldn’t tell if it was comforting or unsettling. The Blacks had a way of charming those around them, making it hard to determine whether their words were sincere.

Her eyes flitted to Regulus who wore the same unbothered expression that he’d had all morning. She laced her fingers with his once more and tried to ease the pounding of her heart. Every fiber of her being wanted to bolt, but she remained frozen in place as Walburga readied her wand, focusing on their intertwined hands.

“Okay, Regulus. Just like I told you, okay?”

“(Y/N), do you vow to become my wife after completing our studies, with the intention of starting a family and to love no other.” Regulus spoke confidently, as though it had been rehearsed, though she supposed it probably had. As he’d said earlier, this was always how he’d expected meeting his wife.

He shot her a small, rather sweet smile. His eyes never left hers as she spoke her own words of commitment. “Yes, provided you do the same.” The words felt like poison as they exited her lips. Regulus didn’t seem to notice her apprehension, or maybe he just didn’t care. That seemed to be a common occurrence lately.

“Of course.”

Walburga mumbled the spell under her breath and three streams of light emerged from the tip of her wand and wrapped around their conjoined hands. Walburga had been telling the truth, there was only a slight sting, no worse than the feeling of one of your limbs waking up after being asleep for a period. The sting didn’t linger for too long, but the nagging feeling of dread still hadn’t gone away.

That was it. There was no lasting indication of their now permanent bond, but she wasn’t sure if she would ever feel at ease again. She felt tears prick at her eyes, but she did her best to will them away. She couldn’t cry now. It was already done. The only thing crying would accomplish was further annoying Walburga and her mother.

“Perfect!” Walburga cheered, enveloping both her and Regulus into a hug. “Now, we must celebrate!”

She didn’t feel like celebrating. In fact, she didn’t feel much of anything. Her mother patted her shoulder and placed a kiss on her temple. “I’m so proud of you.”

She couldn’t figure out why that was. She hadn’t done or contributed anything to the pairing. It was all her mother and Walburga’s doing. Perhaps, Regulus was involved somehow as well, but he hadn’t given any indication that he had any more knowledge than she did.

“Kreacher, prepare the table and fetch the men,” Walburga ordered. The house elf obliged, placing the utensils and dishes at each seat before heading off to find Orion and her father. Why they hadn’t been present for the actual ceremony, she didn’t know. They were probably discussing matters of higher importance regarding the current political climate.

It didn’t matter to her either way. It was uncomfortable enough with those who were present, she didn’t mind not having extra eyes watching her being shackled to the Black clan.

Kreacher was back within moments, the two men in tow.

“So it’s done then?” Orion’s voice boomed, though there was no interest in the statement. This was clearly a match set up by their mothers because as it seemed, there was little to no concern from their fathers.

“Yes, it’s done.” Walburga said cheerily as they all took their seats.

“Wonderful,” her father clapped his hands. “Isn’t this exciting?” He looked to her. She nodded with a fake smile, though he didn’t notice.

“Are you alright?” Regulus’ breath was hot against her ear. She hadn’t even noticed that he was sitting next to her.

“Yeah, fine.” She didn’t mean to be blunt, but her brain couldn’t come up with anything more. “Just a bit overwhelmed is all.”

“My mother does tend to have that effect on most people.” Walburga was too busy chatting with her parents over the food that she didn’t notice Regulus’ remark. (Y/N) tried to hide the smile forming, but it was quite difficult given that she’d been thinking the same thing.

She was quiet for the rest of the dinner, merely pushing the food around her plate so as not to offend the chef (whoever that may be) by thinking that she hadn’t eaten anything. Regulus was far more outgoing, chatting with her parents about whatever topic they had landed on. She thought that they might like him more than her honestly.

She couldn’t say that she felt better about the situation once the dinner was finally over. In fact, she possibly felt worse. She had nothing against the Blacks, or Regulus, but she felt trapped. Every move she made henceforth would not only be monitored by her own parents, but by her in-laws and fiancee as well. The only part that made her feel slightly better was that she wouldn’t have to face Regulus again until they were at Hogwarts, so she had a couple of weeks to try and come to terms with her new life.

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Okay, so we think we finally have some ideas… though one of them is kinda toxic. Is it okay to be the other woman as long as it’s James Potter you know?

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So… I’ve been away for awhile 😭 but I’ve started watching the movies again and like I’m back into this fandom full force! I wanna write badly but I’m lacking in ideas… especially for a certain Weasley brother I have a new appreciation for 😬… and I mean I’d never say no to any ideas for our regulars here either lol

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Hello☺️, do you write about Corban Yaxley?

I haven’t before but if you have an idea I’ll definitely give it a shot! ☺️

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An Arrangement

(Regulus Black x Reader) Part Two

Pairing: Regulus Black x FemReader

Summary: Y/N is also from a pureblood, well-respected Slytherin family, whose mother is quite close with Walburga Black. She hears wedding bells, whether or whether not she wants to hear them, well that’s a different story entirely.

Warnings: Potential OOC

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Days seemed to slow down tremendously, and (Y/N) felt like her life was going in slow motion. It’s somewhere in between disheartening and somewhat relieving how little her life has truly changed in the few days that followed. There was a big dinner as a pre-celebration, and her mother has spent a little extra time going over details with Walburga, but that’s really it. (Y/N) still spends most her time the way she normal does as she’s waiting for school to start back up.

Well, minus replying to a few letters she’s received. Geoff had been quite persistent and she didn’t really know whether she should feel flattered or bad for him when she skimmed through the sweet sentiments. Apparently, he was looking forward to seeing her on the Hogwarts Express, he wasn’t quite sure his owl was doing it’s job since it’d been awhile since he’s gotten a reply, but either way it’ll be lovely to see her again. Truthfully, (Y/N) had been excited too, but now she felt a bit of dread.

She was a far cry from in love with Geoff, but she recalled him being quite good-looking and funny. She’d harbored a bit of a crush on him throughout the previous year and was quite thrilled when he asked if he could write to her. They did exchange a few replies before she’d found out about her new fate and decided it best to go ahead and cut contact. Maybe he was lying and he’d been annoyed enough with her by the time she boarded the train that he wouldn’t even speak and she wouldn’t have to worry about it at all.

That wasn’t the case. (Y/N) boarded the train a week or two later somewhat cautiously. Eyes peeled for anyone she might need to explain her radio silence too and she really thought she got away with it right until she turned to enter an empty compartment.

“(Y/N)! It’s good to see you! I was a little worried you might’ve died or something given how quiet you’ve been this summer!” Geoff joked before pulling her into a quick and a bit of an awkward hug.

“Sorry. I’ve been… busier than I expected to be.” A lie most definitely, but (Y/N) didn’t want to really tell him that she’d gotten engaged and decided to stop pursuing a relationship with him. She could probably come up with a convincing lie if she was pressed further about it.

“Is this where you’re sitting?” (Y/N) gave him a quick nod as an answer, hoping that if she were short it might give him a hint. “Well, I set up with some friends a bit further down, but give me just a second and I’ll tell them Im moving, I’d hate for you to sit all by yourself.”

A hand snaking around her waist caused her to jump a bit, but she relaxed a little when she realized who the appendage belonged to. “You don’t have to do that, she won’t be sitting alone.”

Regulus appeared so suddenly and silently that (Y/N) hadn’t noticed his appearance until he had physically touched her. Geoff must’ve noticed how she was startled (or it might’ve just been his pride speaking) because he eyed Regulus before turning his attention back to the young woman between them, “Only if you’re okay with it?”

“Yeah. I’m fine, thanks Geoff.” With a solemn nod and a promise to see her later Geoff turned and retreated to his own seat.

Regulus slid open the door and allowed (Y/N) to walk in first before stepping in himself and taking the seat next to her rather than across from her. It was only a moment or two of silence before he spoke up, “Well, he seemed… nice?”

“He is.”

“Do you know him well?”

“Not really. We wrote a little this summer.” (Y/N) almost wanted to laugh a little at the face Regulus failed to conceal, but thought better of it. He really hadn’t been lying about not wanting to share. “That was before I stopped returning his owls, of course.”

Regulus was still sure he wasn’t that fond of this friend of hers, but knowing she was already putting distance between the two of them was a little reassuring. He meant to reach out himself, but wanted to give her a little more time to wrap her head around the situation and knew he’d see her soon enough when they arrived back at Hogwarts. Knowing that she’d been exchanging letters with other people though made him second guess his decision on giving her space.

“Right… I have something for you.”

The puzzled look on her face was enough to bring out a small chuckle from him as Regulus dug a small box from his pocket and handed it to her.

It was easy enough for (Y/N) to guess the contents of the small velvet box. Still, it took her a bit by surprise to open it and see the dainty silver ring with a single jewel setting in the center of it. “Thank you…”

“I know it’s a bit forward and a little lack luster, I had a hunch that you might not want to sport a full engagement ring just yet, but I did hope you might wear something that gave off the impression you were a little less… available.” Regulus explained as she slipped the ring onto her left hand.

It was beautiful and she supposed it was thoughtful? Something about it rubbed her the wrong way though. She hardly thought she was ugly, but the attention she garnered compared to the amount Regulus garnered… Well, it seemed a little silly to think she’d be the one having a hard time keeping up with these terms and conditions. “I wouldn’t be too worried about it. I suppose you’ll be capable of just saying no thank you then?”

He smirked a little at what he assumed to be a hint of jealousy in her tone, but held up his left hand none the less, already sporting a similar piece of jewelry (just a bit thicker and missing a stone). “On the contrary, I thought it might be nice for the both of us.”

She quickly looked away from him and out of the window of the train, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing the embarrassed expression on her face. She sighed a bit when she looked back down at her hand, “It really looks like we’re properly engaged now.”

“That was kind of the point.”

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Teacher’s Pet (NSFW)

(Remus Lupin x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) wants to be a professor at Hogwarts. Dumbledore offers her a chance to intern and figure out what she wants to do… hopefully she’ll make it through the year.

Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x FemReader

Warnings: Smut, poor writing and potential OOCness, and probably language? Unprotected sex (as always wrap it before you tap it) 8k+ words, so buckle up

A/N: This is kind of a rewrite of the series, some stayed the same, a good bit was changed for the better I hope and I added a conclusion!

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(Y/N) had a feeling that this new endeavor would be hard, and really, she didn’t mind a challenge. But this was kind of ridiculous… She’d expressed desire to work at Hogwarts in her future, and Dumbledore had made it a personal mission to find a spot for her (on a trial basis for now). She had been an excellent student in the prior seven years, and she definitely had the marks to do whatever she wanted. Dumbledore thought it’d be best to have her on for a year, helping in different areas to see if there was anything she enjoyed and could study further. Or maybe she’d end up deciding there was a completely different career path. In his words: You never know until you try. Only a week in and (Y/N) was leaning towards anything other than whatever she was doing. 

(Y/N) took a deep breath and picked up her head. She could do this, at least her favorite class was next. DADA had been her favorite class as a student and now that she was aiding, it still hit all the marks for her. Professor Lupin was a great teacher, and she really enjoyed his teaching, sure she knew all the material, but all of his students seemed to enjoy him, and she hoped if she ever had the chance to be in his shoes, she’d be able to engage her students the same way. Walking into his classroom there were no students yet, but she was still supposed to be there about 30 minutes ago (it really sucked that there was no apparating within Hogwarts), “Sorry I’m late! Professor Snape asked me to reorganize his personal storeroom before I left.” 

Remus offered her an understanding smile. Hopefully it would be somewhat of a consolation to know that she hadn’t been missing anything important, "I didn’t really have anything for you to do until class started anyhow.” 

(Y/N) didn’t want to admit it, but she was a little glad that she had a moment to relax. If only just to get off her feet for just a moment, and without thinking much about it she leaned against Professor Lupin’s desk, an act she would’ve never been so bold to do as a student. “You sure you don’t need me?” 

Remus looked down at the parchments scattered across his desk. It was mostly a few essays from the earlier class and nothing he needed to focus on, but it was better than looking at her and letting her see his jaw twitch at the words. They were so innocent, or better yet he was positive that they were at least meant innocently. Remus didn’t really find it so terrible that he found the young woman exceptionally alluring, they were both adults. Would it be terribly unprofessional? Yes. Not to mention he was in a position of authority… but it wasn’t even a possibility, so he pondered why he bothered to even entertain the thought at all. 

“Professor?” (Y/N) prodded… he seemingly entered a different world when she asked him a question. Sure, she’d only known the man about a week, but he seemed to do that often: zone out. He usually just needed someone to call him back to reality. 

“Ah! Sorry, no I don’t… at least not right now.” Remus shot her a somewhat convincing smile. 

“Well just let me know…” (Y/N) was starting to feel a little awkward and unsure of what she was supposed to do now. She normally had some sort of task to carry out to fill up the silence between them or at least distract her enough to not let her be so aware of what she was saying. “Between you and me this is definitely my favorite class to help in. Don’t tell Professor Snape though, he’d be heartbroken.” 

Remus chuckled at her joke, but he kind of hoped she was only joking about the last part. Honestly, he was new to this teaching game himself, and he truly hoped he was doing a good job, but if he were being truthful, he wouldn’t mind if that wasn’t the only reason that she enjoyed his classroom. “Flattery will get you everywhere in here.” 

Her grin was contagious, and Remus had no problem mirroring the expression. 

“Does that work outside of class too?” (Y/N)’s eyes went wide. Where the hell she’d gotten the bravery to actually say that was beyond her. She surely didn’t think that she had possessed it when she had first walked into the classroom. Was she absolutely insane? She cleared her throat and jumped to go greet the fourth years that were saving her skin and walking through the doors. Remus took a moment before he joined her in welcoming the class… his grin didn’t falter. In fact, it stayed throughout most of the class.  

(Y/N) had a hard time focusing on helping with lessons at first, but thankfully the more she got asked to help the easier it was to forget the embarrassment she’d felt. After Professor Lupin’s class she was due to help out Professor Sprout who always had something to keep her busy. There was also dinner, but after scarfing down a bit of food she was called to several different tables for either help on homework or an attempt on some insider gossip which she politely denied. All in all, she hadn’t thought much about her brazen words at all. Or at least it had been until she was alone with her thoughts.  

She tossed and turned a few times in her bed, stirring the blankets and pillows with each thrashing. Sleep, she just needed sleep. Was that really too much to ask for? She felt more than tired, so it felt like a kick to the stomach in the sense that it kept evading her. After about ten more minutes of complete failure a thought came to mind. Students weren’t allowed out of their beds or houses after 10 PM BUT... (Y/N) was no longer a student... Maybe a quick bite to eat and a warm glass of milk might help her in her pursuit of finding the land of nod.  

A wee bit excited about the new experience that was no longer off limits to her, she hopped out of bed and threw on her shoes before almost skipping her way to the kitchens. After a small bit of cake and a warm glass of milk, obviously accompanied by a quick and pleasant chat with the friendly house elves who worked down in the kitchen, she found herself being sent back to bed to try falling asleep again. She thought the attempt might be successful when a yawn ripped it way through her, but alas things were never that easy. And once she looked up and caught a glimpse of the stars shining through the corridors well, a quick detour never hurt anyone she supposed. 

It was odd how different things could be with the simplest tweaks… like different lighting. (Y/N) had called Hogwarts her home for seven years of her life, and a great home it had been. If you had asked her last year, she would’ve confidently told you that she knew this castle like the back of her hand. Now though, she could admit she didn’t know quite as much. No, longer a student (Y/N) had a freedom she’d never experienced before behind these walls. And when all the students were tucked away in their dormitory and the stars and candles being the only thing to illuminate the corridor, well… she felt like she was transported to a completely different place. 

She pulled the thin fabric of her t-shirt taught against her body as she dipped out of the hallway and into the courtyard. Being that she had not intended on being out very long or out of the castle at all she was the opposite of dressed for the cool night air. But the stars looked even prettier now that there was no roof to obstruct the view. She hardly noticed how frigid the concrete of then bench was on her skin. 

Walks across the castle grounds were hardly a new thing for Remus. Getting out had often helped as a student and now that he was a teacher, he still enjoyed it (especially whenever he had something on his mind). Clearly, he wasn’t the only one, out of the corner of his eye, he could see (Y/N) shivering on one of the benches. He couldn’t help but be a little concerned, at least at her state of dress. “Bit chilly tonight.” 

(Y/N) hadn’t noticed his presence whatsoever until he spoke. Her lack of awareness caused contributed to her being startled and she jumped a slight bit before regaining her composure, “Oh… y-yeah. I h-hadn’t p-planned o-on b-being o-outside.” 

Remus chuckled, and shrugged off his coat, offering it to the young woman with chattering teeth. He hadn’t really taken too much time to examine her attire other than the fact that she wasn’t wearing much, but now as she eagerly wrapped the garment around her, he could see she’d been wearing pajamas. At this time of year, you would’ve had to be bonkers to plan on going outdoors in a getup like that. He just nodded when she said her thanks and snuggled closer against the warm fabric, “What brings you out tonight?” 

“Well, I couldn’t sleep, and I thought I was a bit hungry, and on my way back from the kitchens I got distracted by how different the castle looks at night.” She smiled sheepishly at the man, almost like she was concerned she was going to receive a lecture from him. She may not have been a student, but that was a new development he supposed.  

“It is quite beautiful. I personally think it’s just a little easier to notice when it’s quieter.” Remus sat on the other end of the bench. He cast his gaze to where hers had been earlier. Remus was a bit concerned he might’ve been disturbing her, but she didn’t seem too upset by his presence. 

“What about you Professor? What brings you out tonight?” 

“You don’t have to call me Professor. At least when we’re not in the classroom.” Remus knew it was a bit silly, he quite liked the title if he were being honest, but he didn’t see her as a student. He surely hoped she didn’t see him as one of her professors. 

“Sorry, pro- Remus?” She sounded so unsure of herself, but repeated his name in a more definite sense, like she’d been testing it out the first time. The small smile on her face seemed to suggest that she was content with the way it came out the second time. 

He chuckled and nodded. Then decided he’d answer her question, “I often take walks around the grounds whenever I need to clear my head. I’ve been doing it since I was a student here.” 

“Students aren’t supposed to be out of their beds at night.”  

“Right. I guess you could say I was a bit selective with some of the rules I chose to follow. I’m sure you can relate?” He was a little taken aback being called out by the young woman. Was it rude to think that he hadn’t pegged her as such a stickler for the handbook? 

Remus found it quite entertaining to watch her ponder, looking in the depths of her mind to see if she could perhaps understand, “No… I don’t think I can.” She let out a bit of a laugh, “I really don’t think I can recall a single time… there must’ve been, right?” 

“Well, you’re still young. Plenty of time.” Remus assured her with a grin. 

“Clearly, I’ll need you to show me the ropes.” (Y/N)’s eyes went a bit wider again, realizing the way her words sounded. She’d been lucky that he hadn’t seemed bothered by her outburst in his classroom earlier, but she if she kept on, (Y/N) was positive that he’d see through her ‘jokes’ sooner or later. She produced a hopefully convincing yawn, “I think I’m finally feeling sleepy. I should probably capitalize on this momentum.” 

Remus watched the flustered woman, stand and try to shed his coat. Of course, he stopped her and stood to his feet as well, “No, keep it. You’ll catch your death out here.” 

“I-I can’t keep your jacket- “ 

“Just until you get back to your chambers. If you’ll allow me, I’ll escort you back. I happen to know a few short cuts, from my more rebellious years.” 

“Well, I suppose that might be alright.” She couldn’t suppress the small smile the rose to her face, and it was seemingly impossible to keep it off as they walked shoulder to shoulder back to the room, she was calling home. Her only way to combat the school girl like giddiness hidden was to keep her head facing down as they walked.  

Remus wasn’t usually a man that liked to indulge in things that altered the mind. He had enough of that involuntarily every month. That being said it was somewhat addicting to make a joke or point out anything and everything that brought her gaze to him or a little higher, just enough that he could see the smile that she was so desperately trying to hide. It was bittersweet the moment they arrived at her door. On one hand he very much so enjoyed their easy conversation and hadn’t been particularly ready to say goodnight just yet. On the other hand, she felt it no longer necessary to hide her face and instead looked him right in his eyes, “Thanks for the coat... and the walk back.” 

He mumbled out a no problem as he watched her remove the article of clothing and hand it back over to him. She paused for a second before standing on the tips of her toes and planting a chaste kiss on his cheek before quickly saying goodnight and hiding on the other end of her door.  

Remus stood there for just a moment, the small smile on her face becoming contagious, before he shrugged his coat back on and began walking back to his own bed. He ended up spending the rest of the night and quite a few days after thinking about it.  

Remus wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing or not doing in this situation, but he was struggling with the contemplation for sure. He couldn’t recall being in a situation where he was so drawn to a co-worker that he worried about professionalism. Or really a job that he enjoyed enough he worried about the consequences… Dumbledore had been accommodating enough to allow him to teach and deal with his… predicament. Remus didn’t take advantage of the headmaster’s good graces too much by allowing his attraction for the pretty young intern to be another controversial mark on his resume. Though, she seemed to realize he was mulling over his options to the point of slight turmoil and took a step back, only interacting with him in the same polite and professional way she had before. He still found that it was hard on occasions. 

“No offense Professor, but you look bloody awful.” (Y/N)’s words were a bit harsh, and a tiny bit humorous (they earned a chuckle from Remus), but her voice had been laced with concern. It didn't take much to notice how absolutely exhausted Remus looked, and that he was now sporting a few seemingly fresh scratches on his face. 

“I’m fine, just recovering from being under the weather I suppose. I feel much better, really. “Remus cracked a small smile at the woman, as he sat down. It wasn’t entirely a lie, because he really didn’t feel great. Still, nothing for her to be overly concerned about, but he guessed she wouldn’t really know that. 

“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better.” She looked over her shoulder briefly before speaking again, “I didn’t know if I could handle another day of double Snape lectures.” 

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Remus chuckled once more and then got a look at his desk… mounds of rolls of parchments. It seemed as though Snape had instructed all of the students to leave their two rolls of parchment on HIS desk, Snape had no problem transporting them to Lupin’s for grading. “Kept them busy I see?” 

“Essays on werewolves.” (Y/N) filled him in. She thought the subject was a bit silly since none of the classes were on that subject quite yet. Judging by the look on Remus's face he seemed to agree. The normally easy-going expression the professor wore showed a tinge of annoyance. Perhaps (Y/N) could do something to help him out just a tad, he didn’t look much up to it yet in her opinion. “If you’re okay with it though, I wouldn’t mind looking over them?” 

“That’s quite a lot…” Remus definitely appreciated the sentiment. It was a hell of one looking at the pile, but he hated the idea of passing on the work (at least to her, surely Snape knew what he was looking for in these words more so than Remus did). 

“Really, I don’t mind. I mean I’m already refreshed on the material.” She offered a reassuring smile, she just wanted to ease a bit of the suffering (given how utterly tired he looked), “Honestly, it’s not like I have anything better to do tonight.” 

Reluctantly, he agreed. He felt even more terrible once the students came in. Once she realized there wasn’t much help he needed, she got a head start on the reading. As guilty as he felt letting her take the lead on the massive work, it didn’t quite stop him from admiring how concentrated she seemed on the words. He couldn’t help but notice the way the corner of her lip fell under her teeth as her eyes darted across the parchment… 

“Professor?” 

Remus cleared his throat, “Yes! Sorry! You had a question?”  

Remus did catch himself letting his gaze wonder over to the area she had set up to go over the essays. It didn’t linger much each time, because the lesson had been a bit more hands on and there were quite a few questions that drew his attention back to the task at hand.  

“Don’t worry about any homework or anything this week, seems like Professor Snape kept you busy enough over the weekend.” Remus couldn’t help but chuckle at the sighs of relief and whoops of appreciation he received as his students all shuffled out of the classroom.  

(Y/N) placed about two handfuls of rolls onto his desk, “For the ever so generous professor. These are finished, I reckon I can probably finish by class tomorrow.” 

“You really don’t have to do that, I can do the rest myself, it would be no trouble.” Remus assured her, although he definitely appreciated her help, he would hate to take advantage of her clearly kind nature.  

She didn’t bother answering him, instead she chose to shake her head in mock annoyance at him as she quickly gathered up her things and the rolls she had left to grade. Unable to keep up her act, she didn’t really want him to think she was actually being so rude, she threw a quick smile over her shoulder before exiting the classroom, “See you tomorrow, Professor.”  

True to her word, (Y/N) had handed in all of the parchments and placed them in a neat stack on his desk the next class she was scheduled to help him. Unfortunately, that quick conversation was about the only time she really had to speak to him before both of them found themselves a bit too busy to carry on any real sort of sentiment up until the weekend. 

(Y/N) didn’t know if she’d ever catch Remus Lupin in the Three Broomsticks. She didn’t imagine the man to have a personal vendetta against the establishment, just that he never seemed to have a lot of time recently to wander. Of course, it hasn’t been (Y/N) to spot Remus in the first place. It had been the other way around and Remus pondered if he should disturb the woman tucked away in the corner booth. But considering how rude it would’ve been to simply walk away when he thought about her mentioning having a drink with him once before, Remus made his way to the table, “May I?” 

(Y/N) looked up from the book she’d been perusing. Her face at once reflecting a look of pleasantness, “Of course! Didn’t think you ever made it off the castle grounds?” 

He didn’t blame her curiosity. He rarely did lately. Remus had taken on giving some lessons to Harry on how to deal with dementors (Merlin knew the boy clearly needed them with all the run ins). It happened to be part of the reasoning that he didn’t seem to have much time to chat anymore. Remus also enjoyed spending time with Harry when he had a chance. He just reminded Remus so much of Lily and James… plus with Sirius on the loose… well, he just thought it best to stay close to Hogwarts, just in case. Remus shook himself from his mental rambling, “It has been a while… what do you say to me buying you a drink as a proper thanks for all those essays? What’ll you have?” 

Remus noticed a mug of butter beer in front of the girl that was nearing empty. Though it was a loved beverage of witches and wizards of all ages, he didn’t want to be too presumptuous. Perhaps she’d had her fill already. However, he wasted no time in procuring two more glasses of the drink when she confirmed she could go for another. He walked slowly back to the booth, careful not to slosh any of the foam towering over the rim. On his way back he took notice of a few students scurrying away from the table he was headed to when he got closer. Their young faces gleaming with excitement, showing their motives. Remus slid a butter beer in front of (Y/N) before sliding himself in the seat opposite of her, “Some admirers I see?” 

“Quite normal, probably. We’ve all had crushes on a teacher, or I guess someone in a similar position rather. I’m sure even you can relate?” 

He could recall a few girls a few years ahead of him, which he supposed might’ve been similar. “I can’t really remember any of I did. And you? Gilderoy Lockheart was the professor last year, right? I hear many young witches fancied him.” 

Remus wasn’t sure why he was prying for an answer he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted. It wouldn’t be like anything would happen between them… still he thought it might sting a little to hear that her type was the complete opposite of him. 

“I won’t lie, I definitely thought about it, but I think it was more about the idea of it… that man was bloody awful, not a big shock he ended up at St. Mungos…” (Y/N) took a sip of the warm liquid. Though there was only a tiny bit of alcohol in butter beer, this hadn’t been her first. That must’ve been the reason she decided to speak so brazenly, “Of course, if you had been my professor, it might’ve been a different story entirely.” 

Remus coughed, quite taken back by the bluntness of her words. Though he couldn’t lie he felt quite prideful and hoped she was not simply pulling his leg. “Is that so?” 

“You find that surprising?” 

Remus nodded, not lying at all. He’d had a few partners in the past, but he still often found it surprising there were people in the world attracted to him. Sure, after all this time he’d come to terms with who he was, but he’d never really expected others to do so as well. Of course, Remus had to remind himself that (Y/N) didn’t know a lot about him at all. It was probably better for both of them that way. 

“You shouldn’t. I mean I personally find you quite attractive now so, I don’t know why I wouldn’t have been then.” (Y/N)’s logic made perfect sense, but even having a moment to think while she downed the rest of her drink, Remus couldn’t think of anything clever to say. 

“How many of those have you had?” Remus winced slightly at his own words. Surely, she wouldn’t take them too offensively, but then again maybe implying that she might’ve been drunk wasn’t particularly polite. 

(Y/N) laughed and stood to her feet. She offered him a small smile as she gathered her belongings, though Remus thought maybe he saw it falter for just a moment. “Maybe one too many? Don’t worry, Professor. I’m not going to attack you or jump your bones. Your position here is much stricter than mine so I don’t want you to do anything you think would jeopardize it. It’s just a crush.”  

“Leaving already?” Remus chose to ignore the confession and hoped she wasn’t really going to leave him alone to go over everything in his head. 

“Yeah- sorry! I know you just got here, but Professor McGonagall asked me to do a sweep for any straggling students and their curfew is getting close. Better me find them than Filch.” 

He nodded in agreement and said his farewells then watched the young woman leave the restaurant (tapping a few of the younger patrons in the shoulder as she went). Remus wasn’t quite sure what to think. He had his suspicions, obviously. But now (Y/N) has blatantly confirmed them. It would’ve been much easier to ignore his attraction if he didn’t know it was definitely not one-sided. Now he’d just have to rely on his willpower not to act knowing that he simply shouldn’t. It was probably strong enough, he didn’t like to consider himself a particularly weak man. That being said, why was it that knowing you shouldn’t always made you want it more? 

It had been over a month since the Three Broomsticks, and Remus and (Y/N) hadn’t discussed what was discussed there since. Remus feared that their relationship would suffer, but he would give credit where credit was due, (Y/N) didn’t seem phased at all by his lack of retaliation. She treated him with the same kindness as before. He wondered if she had any idea how much harder it made it. 

Sure, he definitely enjoyed the playful banter and pleasant conversations they shared. However, he couldn’t deny if there had been tension between them perhaps, she wouldn’t have felt so comfortable being so close to him. That wasn’t the case though. Because after seeing a small cut that had opened, (Y/N) found herself immediately drawn to check on the wound. 

“What did you do here?” Her touch was gentle as she drug a handkerchief across his cheek and carefully dabbed some blood from the newly opened wound. 

Remus wasn’t stupid. He knew many of the scars he had were visible and for the most part he wasn’t that bothered by it, occasionally he’d even laugh when he overheard students whispering theories on how he got them. Some of those theories were even more far-fetched than the truth, which was always a bit amusing. (Y/N) was definitely aware of those scars given that she wasn’t blind, but for some reason he felt self-conscious with her being so close to his face. He tried to ignore the feelings of inadequacy and come up with an excuse that didn’t reveal his transformation that had occurred only a few days ago. “Oh, I ran into a limb during a walk in the forest. I didn’t think it necessary to bother Madam Pomfrey with a small scratch.” 

“I don’t know if I’d call it a small scratch…” She noted, though it definitely wasn’t terrible, and he was probably correct about not needing any immediate medical attention. Still, she had found herself concerned when she’d seen the blood on his forehead and didn’t regret tending to the cut (no matter how small). It seemed like it was becoming a common occurrence for him to disappear and return all bruised and battered. There was of course an explanation that popped into her mind, perhaps a bit outlandish, but she asked none the less, “You’re a werewolf, right?” 

“Yes.” Remus could’ve lied, but what would have been the point? Once one had come to the conclusion it was hard to deny… the evidence was there. Of course, many didn’t often come to the realization without help and research. He supposed those essays did the trick. He’d have to thank Severus for that one. Maybe it would be good that she knew, because maybe she’d no longer want to be with him, and he wouldn’t have to struggle with the moral dilemma anymore. He wasn’t the type to actively try to change anyone’s mind. He’d be able to leave it just at that.  

(Y/N) pulled the handkerchief away but stayed close to him. It might’ve been a silly precaution when she thought about it but, she just didn’t want him to believe she was pulling away because of his confession. Instead, she offered a smile, “That explains a lot.” 

He wasn’t sure why he was surprised by her actions. She’d always been so warm and kind; it was a good part of why he was so attracted to her. She proved that this instance was no different. It was surprisingly refreshing how content she was with his answer. (Y/N) didn’t ask him, how, when, why? Or express her condolences. Remus had grown up despising the condition and himself for having to deal with it, but it was just a part of him. She seemed to realize that and somehow accepted it. 

Remus knew he shouldn’t have done it. The simple interaction should not have been what pushed months of self-control and denial out of the door. It did though. Remus's hand perched gently under (Y/N)’s chin and when she didn’t pull away or flinch, he did something he thought about doing for a while: he kissed her.  

Just a simple and chaste kiss, but when they both pulled away grinning like idiots, it was obvious that things were going to be different from that point on.  

And it was almost comical how quickly things had happened to change between the two. Somethings did remain similar, like the playful flirting and the stolen glances were still there… but ever since their kiss, the tension in the air was thick enough that it could be cut with a knife. There just wasn’t enough time or privacy in the day to replicate the circumstances in the few days that followed. It wasn’t like they were really in the position to entertain a proper label or schedule; Remus flirted with the idea of asking her on a proper date, but that wasn’t exactly practical. Remus now how to ponder which he believed was worse: feeling like he hadn’t been permitted to act on his desires or rather knowing how it felt to give in and physically not be able to. 

Remus's lips twitched into a small grin when he saw (Y/N) smile at him from behind a few pieces of parchment. He watched as discreetly as he could, still trying to give as much attention as he could to the task he had at hand. Honestly, he wondered how (Y/N) was possibly juggling the workload she had… especially recently. He’d often see her running around like a chicken with its head cut off, sprinting from classrooms all over the castle. He’d seen her bring homework assignments with her to dinner and it seemed that in the past week or so the piles were getting bigger. It hadn’t really occurred to the man how much of the time they spent together happened during schooling hours or the occasional walk at night until she found herself hardly able to accommodate that. He hadn’t seen her outside office hours in what seemed like awhile. 

Truth be told, Remus knew that he was probably doing this for more selfish reasons. The appeal of getting her alone was definitely a contributing factor. An argument could be made that it was to give the struggling young woman a break though. Remus made his way over to her once he had his students working on something that didn’t require his complete attention. Wand movements usually did the trick. He casually sauntered over to her and in a low voice he simply suggested, “If you’re feeling a little rebellious, meet me on the fourth floor tonight when everyone is in bed.” 

Remus hadn’t been able to get any verbal confirmation before being summoned back to his responsibilities but judging by the mischievous glint in her eyes he had assumed the answer to be a yes. He was definitely looking forward to it all day, and he was more than pleased to see (Y/N) already waiting for him. She smiled sheepishly at him, “Guess I was a little early.” 

He didn’t blame her, he would’ve been a bit earlier himself had he not misplaced his wand briefly. Remus chalked it up to feeling like a teenager again with the sneaking out and around, with all of the excitement an old habit of losing his belongings was bubbling up too. “Seems like I was running a bit late. Come on, I have somewhere in mind you might enjoy.” 

(Y/N) eagerly followed him to a mirror, and though she didn’t often find herself avoiding mirrors she didn’t know if she’d go as far as to say she enjoyed them. It wasn’t very long at all though that Remus was carefully moving a mirror that revealed a passageway that had been carved out. Once the two had ducked into the clandestine hallway and he had lit up the darkness with the tip of his wand, Remus replaced the mirror. “Whoa! I didn’t know this existed!” 

It was common knowledge there were many secret passageways hidden in Hogwarts. But the location of which were less known, but if that had been common knowledge too, they would no longer be secret. “James and- my friends used to have a knack for finding these things.” 

“You all must’ve done quite a bit of sneaking out, huh?” She joked while following him down the passageway a little bit. 

“A fair share of it sure… though we weren’t supposed to tell anyone. It would’ve been a lot more difficult to navigate them had they been more crowded.” Remus wasn’t lying, but he knew that on more than one occasion James and Sirius used a few of these passages to impress a pretty girl. If they could bend the rules to accommodate more selfish matters, then surely, they wouldn’t have minded him doing the same thing. He supposed he was just a little late on the trend. 

“Well, I won’t tell if you don’t. Where does this go?” (Y/N) asked out of pure curiosity, though now that she thought about it, it was probably good practice to know where you were going in general. 

“It comes out right outside of Hogsmeade. Of course, that’s a long walk, I know.” 

“Well, that’s okay. I feel like I could use a break.” She smiled and began walking with Remus. (Y/N) felt like she’d gotten a good bit better at juggling what had left her so overwhelmed her first week officially working at Hogwarts. However, these past couple of days had been a little hectic and she should’ve 100% been grading those homework assignments McGonagall asked if she could take on but couldn’t refuse the offer. 

Remus was quite fond of the walk they shared and the conversations they had during it. It was much easier to find out more about her when they weren’t around everyone or restricted to a few moments before he began teaching. He asked about her years at Hogwarts and her family, and she inquired the same. He didn’t think he could recall the last occasion he’d really taken the time to get to know someone or had them try and do the same. By the time they reached the end of the passageway, (Y/N) knew that he was an only child and had quite the sweet tooth even as a boy. He knew that conversely, she came from quite a large family, but she’d agree that dessert was definitely the best course in a meal. 

The room they’d arrived in was quite large, but it was obviously that anyone who knew of its location has long since abandoned it. It showed no signs of any visitors in probably years. Still, (Y/N) found it to be quite a fun visit. A little dusty sure, but nothing a quick flick of her wand couldn’t fix. “Well, now that we’re here what are your plans?” 

“Right…” Remus didn’t think that far ahead, which he would like to say was a bit unusual. Of course, the ultimate goal had been to spend alone time with her, take a nice little stroll but now that was carried out… “I ought to be better prepared ne- “ 

She was well aware it was rude to interrupt people but seemed to think the best course of action was to do it regardless. (Y/N) stood on her toes and grabbed hold of the front of his sweater and yanked Remus down to her level. She thought the act of crashing her lips into his might’ve been a little sexier had she not been so short in comparison. Remus however did not mind one bit hunching down to her level. This thought had definitely crossed his mind, but he hadn’t wanted to be too forward. Now that he thought about it, it probably did seem like that was his plan all along. He guessed (Y/N) had found the situation easily read enough that she was comfortable enough to be a bit more forward with what she wanted. Back at the Three Broomsticks she’d commented that she wouldn’t jump his bones, but perhaps since he’d been the one to make the first move, she felt justified with the change of plan. He wasn’t complaining though. It was quite the opposite as he immediately responded, kissing her back and circling his arm around her. 

(Y/N) broke away with a wide grin, “That wasn’t your plan?” 

Remus chuckled, and straightened himself out, “Well, no, not originally. Purely innocent intentions. I might like your plan much better though.” 

(Y/N) pulled away leaving Remus quite confused. Perhaps she was annoyed it hadn’t been his sole intention to snog the woman. He felt better when she made her way to a wooden table that was set in the center on the room. He was certain she would sit down but instead she turned to face him. A small moment of hesitation seemed to cross her mind before she spoke, “I hope you wouldn’t think too little of me if I confessed that I hoped that had been your plan...or at least prepared for it.” 

(Y/N) wasn’t lying. She’d desperately been hoping for an uninterrupted moment alone and wanted to be prepared in case she got that moment. Now that she had it well, she hoped it wouldn’t be entirely too fast for the man. 

Remus watched as she kicked off her shoes. She then pulled her shirt over her head and her pants had been the next article of clothing to follow. The undergarments that had now been exposed to him were quite nice to look at, especially with the model wearing them. The way the lace laid so perfectly against her skin made his heart beat just a tad bit faster and left him staring, or better yet ogling her. He did feel a little lame, just standing there. He had hoped, counted on being close to (Y/N). He’d hoped they would’ve had a chance to - This just far exceeded what he’d hoped to accomplish. 

It also wouldn’t have been untrue to say he’d been a little out of practice. Not new or naive to the subject, but it definitely wasn’t something he did on the regular. He normally was well aware of the fact it was nothing to be ashamed of, but he did feel himself grow a little uncomfortable with the fact as she stood there in front of him. He really just hoped that she didn’t have high expectations of him in some sort of older man fantasy that would leave her ultimately disappointed at the end of their encounter. 

Staring was probably a better sign than him getting up and walking away. (Y/N) did wish he’d say something though. She wasn’t too afraid getting ready. She did however have to overcome some nerves to actually go through with her plan of hopefully seducing the man. Now, she felt so entirely vulnerable and was now a little fearful of rejection given his lack of reaction… “Too much?”  

Her voice snapped Lupin back to reality and her face showed that she was starting to feel uncomfortable, and Remus felt terrible. That was far from his intentions. He decided it best if he just shut off his head and let his instincts take over. 

In an instant he was in front of her, lifting her into the table bringing her to a much more comfortable height for him. His lips were on hers and if the first kiss had been good, well this one had been amazing. (Y/N) quickly regained her confidence, and excitement took over knowing exactly where this was going. Her legs parted, allowing her the opportunity for Remus to settle between them and so that she could pull him closer. 

Remus's hands met the bare skin of her thighs and traveled up and down her legs. The skin of his hands was so rough comparatively, but the contrast felt so unfamiliar and welcome. (Y/N) couldn’t help but be hyper aware of everywhere he touched and everywhere she wanted him to do so. Patience was a virtue wearing thin on her at the present moment and she found her hands quickly pulling the coat from his shoulders and working a few buttons on the shirt that he was wearing underneath. She was much too impatient to care enough to rid him of the entire shirt, once a few buttons were undone and it had been untucked she gave up on the task. She favored dipping her hands underneath the fabric, she just wanted to touch him. To feel the heat from his skin meet hers. Remus shivered a bit against her fingertips at the sensation. 

(Y/N) abandoned his mouth and trailed her kisses towards his neck. Remus was being absolutely driven mad by the nibbling. If she was so eager to take him down, then by all means he wouldn’t go it alone. A gasp interrupted her, and Remus smirked as his fingers carefully brushed against her clothed core. His touch was so light it could’ve almost been construed as an accident, if the knowing look hadn’t completely given him away. Ever the tease, and partially because he was nowhere near done with her, Remus didn’t give any sign there would be a follow-up. He moved his hand further up her leg instead until he was dragging his fingertips lightly across her shoulders and chest, outlining the bra she was wearing. She arched into him, whimpering just a bit; she had no idea Remus Lupin was such a tease and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle it. (Y/N) had never been one to beg in the bedroom, of course she’d never really been with anyone taking such time and care; it was usually a heated spur of the moment type of setting (kind of what she expected from this). But the anticipation was killing her, burning her alive from the inside outside. Still, there was a first time for everything, “Please touch me…” 

Really Remus could’ve been content sitting there doing nothing but standing there and egging her on. It would’ve been torture for him too but the best kind. Just listening to the noises she made and the feeling of her breath quickening under his fingertips would’ve made it worth it. But her pleas were just too much, and Remus not only felt obligated, but he wanted to oblige her request. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, finding a bit of satisfaction in throwing the unnecessary article to the side. He placed a chaste kiss to her lips before getting right to what she wanted. 

(Y/N) felt like he was setting his skin on fire, everywhere his skin met hers like a flame had been held to it, though it didn’t hurt like an actual flame would have instead it just left a tingling sensation in its wake. Remus's lips trailed from her neck to her shoulders and finally… her breath hitched when he made it to her breasts. Though she didn’t have much time to think about the way his tongue flicked over her nipple, because almost simultaneously he’d pushed her underwear to the side and his fingers brushed against her again. “Fuck…” She hissed. 

Remus used his thumb to rub circles across the bundle of nerves and sank another finger inside of her and relished the way her hips bucked against his hand. The way she arched herself into him… Remus couldn’t help but imagine how good how much better it would feel to have his cock buried deep inside her rather than his fingers, especially when he felt her clench around his digit. He didn’t know how much more her could handle, but he was willing to hold out as long as he possibly could, bringing her as much pleasure as he could all the while hiding his selfish desire to simply observe her sweet reactions. He might’ve been successful in restraining himself, but when her moans and whimpers turned into more pleas for him, well without a second thought he once again felt compelled to oblige her request and he gladly accommodated. 

Remus withdrew his hands from her body and unbuttoned his trousers so quickly that it very well could’ve been in a record amount of time. In a matter of seconds his hardened cock was freed from its confines able to spring out. (Y/N) watched him almost as intently as he’d watched her. Though her mind was much too hazy too much other than stare dumbly at him. She’d thought about this more than she’d care to admit and after already having a taste of what he could do to her she jumped to her feet in front of him, ready to get a real taste. (Y/N) was willing to return the favor (plus a little extra), but even though the idea sounded heavenly Remus just didn’t have the patience. 

Given her stature it wasn’t a hard task to turn her around and bend her over the table. The cool wood felt oddly amazing against her warm skin. Once she’d been fully stretched across the table it left only the tips of her toes touched the floor. It made her feel rather small and like she was completely at his mercy, but the vulnerability just seemed to heighten her senses. She let out a low sigh of anticipation when she felt him line himself up with her entrance and she wiggled her hips a little to try and hurry him up. 

Remus felt a flash of reluctancy… this young woman had seen parts of him that people hadn’t in quite a long time. He didn’t think he could possibly pull himself away from her at this point, but should he try? He didn’t think, no he knew he couldn’t give her what she deserved outside this moment. But her impatience put an end to his internal sabotaging, “Remus, I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.” 

His response she quite enjoyed. A moan left both of their mouths as he entered her. She felt her insides stretching to accommodate the most pleasant of intrusions. Then he pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in, earning a cry of approval from the woman beneath him. (Y/N)’s imagination couldn’t compare to the real thing, and she hoped she would be able to remember every detail on his hands digging into her hips holding her still and the drag of his cock as he pulled out, or how amazingly full she felt when he slammed back in hitting spots, she hadn’t been truly aware of herself. 

Remus's name fell from her lips like a prayer, a praise, a chant and he couldn’t think of a single thing he enjoyed hearing more in that moment. The view was quite nice as well: the jiggle of her flesh as his slapped against hers, the expanse of her back completely bare giving him an unbridled view of her skin, and the way she’d long since given up on trying to hold herself up and let herself fall completely flat against the table. Her mouth was permanently open, and her cheek was squished against the wood. But he was pretty sure he’d like the view of her body and his connected from any position and angle. His rhythm was starting to suffer, but he was hanging on her dear life, not wanting to give up a second of how amazing he felt. As soon as he felt her body spasming around him, he had to let go. Emptying himself inside of her and feeling a joyous release of pleasure and pressure that had been building inside of him. 

Remus stayed still for a moment before summoning the strength to pull out. His breath was labored and (Y/N) was also trying to catch her breath. He felt a bit on the awkward side as he tucked himself back into his trousers and moved to the other side of the room to retrieve the clothes he’d pushed aside earlier. (Y/N) was slow in her movements to turn herself around and sit back on the table, she’d tried to stay standing for a bit, but her legs still felt a little bit like jelly. Remus’s face was slightly reddened when he handed her his clothes and began to button up his shirt. In a perfect world she would stayed curled up with the man for a while longer, but she could recognize that this was hardly the place to lounge around. “Thanks, I hate to say it but I think I might need just a moment before that hike back.” 

 He chuckled a little, “Of course, no rush, I just didn’t want you to catch a cold or anything. It’s a bit drafty in here.” 

She giggled a bit before beginning to redress herself. Remus had been privy to see the show of her taking it all off, but for some reason he felt a tiny bit shy watching her get herself decent again. He of course couldn’t help but taking a few glances and when she caught him, he felt a little guilty, even though she couldn’t keep the large grin off of her face. Her laugh was infectious, and Remus found himself chuckling a small bit himself.  

The conversation back to the castle was almost nonexistent but it was far from uncomfortable. Just a content silence until he’d walked her back to her room. “Thanks. It was nice to take a break... especially with you.” 

“Anytime, honestly, I haven’t had that much fun a while. I felt like a much younger man for a bit, does the mind good, I’m sure.”  

“Just let me know when I can be of service, professor.” (Y/N) hadn’t meant it quite the way it had sounded, but it was easy to catch her mistake when Remus raised her eyebrows at her playfully. The embarrassment was more than likely silly given the situation they had been in minutes prior, but it was still clear on her face, and she felt the need to get out of there quickly. She kissed his cheek quickly before hiding her behind her door again but of course not without wishing him a good night.  

The walk back to his own quarters was a little slower than his usual pace. Perhaps it was just an attempt to hold onto how content he felt. The lazy grin on his face was probably evidence enough of how he was letting his mind wander, but he really should’ve been paying more attention. He almost ran into Dumbledore whose presence alone was hard to miss.  

“Deep in thought are we, Remus?” 

“Oh- uh, yes. Sorry about that, I was just on my way back from a walk.”  

“Of course. I’ll let you get back to it then.” Dumbledore nodded and turned away. It was almost relieving for Remus to see the headmaster turning and walking in the other direction. That was until he turned around and winked at him, “I hope you two had a splendid time.”  

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Practice Makes Perfect NSFW

(Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Summary: Draco and Reader share their first time.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x FemReader

Warnings: Smut, OOC Draco, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

A/N: So I had a lot of trouble with this. I haven’t written anything spicy in so long and I can tell cause I hate this? Also I had a little trouble understanding this request so I hope this is what you wanted!

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“Bloody hell... eager, are we?” Draco breathlessly teased with a smirk, though honestly, he was just trying to take a small break to calm himself while holding onto just a shred of dignity.

Truthfully, there isn’t much that Draco imagines he can’t do. Has he made mistakes? Definitely, especially when he was younger. But he’s grown a lot from all his mistakes (or so he likes to think). He isn’t so delusion to think that he’s perfect at everything, maybe some things, but there were even a few potions in school that he didn’t master the first time he brewed them. That being said, practice makes perfect and most everything that he wasn’t good at... he practiced to get there.

The problem lied in the fact that he didn’t really practice this. Girlfriends? He’s had a fair few, he was quite popular in school. By the time he was old enough to really be physically drawn to any of his partners though, he had far too much on his plate to act on any of those urges. Which led him to this very situation. Fingers digging into (Y/N)’s thighs while he simultaneously wanted to guide the way she moved against him and wanting to push her away from the fear of not wanting to finish too quickly.

“Sorry, guess I got a little carried away.” She bit onto her bottom lip in a fake pout, “Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, Merlin no-” Draco thought perhaps it might be best to maybe tell her that this was a first for him, that way she didn’t expect too much of him. Then again, the idea of admitting that didn’t make him feel the best. “What’s the rush? I just wanna take my time with you.”

(Y/N) couldn’t keep the grin from making its way onto her face as she laid her forehead against his. To think this was the same Draco that used to make her turn and walk away in the hallways at Hogwarts. Now he gave her butterflies. “I might’ve been a little excited. If I’m being honest, I haven’t really done this before.”

“Yeah?” Draco let her nod her head before gathering the courage to be honest with her, “Me either actually.”

She seemed momentarily shocked judging by the slight widening of her eyes, but Draco guessed that she wasn’t too bothered by the realization because she didn’t speak on it any further. Instead, she leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss that was a bit softer than the previous ones they’d been engaging in. Slow and tentative, almost innocent in a way, completely contradictory in the fact that she was sat in his lap facing him and obviously quite aware of how hard he was underneath her.

The change of pace wasn’t unwelcome, and Draco eagerly returned the affections, lips slotting together with hers with ease. The anticipation brewing between warmed things up quite quickly, heat rising between the two and the only solution that was seemingly working the buttons of Draco’s shirt open and him ever so kind to return the favor broke away from their kiss to lift (Y/N)’s blouse clear off her frame. He paused for a moment to admire the newly exposed skin, before returning to her lips with fervor.

(Y/N) never put much stock on how and when she SHOULD lose her virginity. It felt silly to be so caught up in a concept that she knew would happen eventually and when she was ready for it. Though it would be a lie to say that she hadn’t ever given much thought on what she imagined it would be like. Books and extra detailed stories from friends had somewhat prepared her or so she thought. It should end up being a terribly disappointing time that was painful and ended too quickly OR it would be magical and slow and sweet where her comfort was the only thing on their mind. She didn’t expect to be so dizzy. So drunk on chasing that pleasure that she hadn’t even realized she was so adamantly pursing as she grinded against him until she felt as if a coil snapped deep within her, and her movements came to an abrupt halt as she tried to catch her breath.

“Fuck...” He muttered against her cheek when she pulled away. While he’d been incredibly concerned about finishing before they even really got started, well he didn’t mind at all that she had. In fact, it was a very welcome sight that served to remind him how close he was himself.

Draco could feel that the front of his trousers were slightly damp from how well she had been working them both up and how tight they’d grown due to the hard work as well. It wasn’t a new development but suddenly it all felt like way too much and he needed to just do something right then. It was a little clumsier than intended, but he managed to scoop her into her arms (grateful that she clung to him to make the trek easier) and as quickly as he could brought her into his bedroom.

She giggled a bit when she fell to the bed with a soft thud and Draco eagerly started removing the remnants of both of their clothing. He’d imagined what she might look like completely naked in front of him a fair few times but now that she was, Draco hardly had the self-control to get a good look before he was slotting himself between her legs and kissing her again only stopping once or twice to get a breath and/or a word of appreciation. Draco felt like fire was pumping through his veins in a way that was surprisingly not painful, it was almost intoxicating.

Lining himself up, he managed to pull himself away momentarily to make sure she wasn’t having any doubts. Before he could even ask the question however, she slung her legs around his hips urging him forward. The experience had been far from methodical and paced, rather more on the lines of desperate and rushed, but Draco had enough sense to slow it down as he sunk into her. He bit down on his bottom lip hard in an effort to not moan out an obnoxiously loud obscenity and though it was difficult managed to keep himself still once he was buried to the hilt in her.

The pain was there, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it might be and it wasn’t long before the wince on her face softened, and she was urging him to start moving. He had no problem obliging, withdrawing his hips only to snap them back like he was being sucked back in. It was an overwhelming an amount of pleasure rushing to his head, his focus being split between the indescribable new feeling and the desire to hold off his orgasm to prolong the enjoyment. He was successful in staving it off until (Y/N) reached between their bodies and started rubbing the nub between her legs that had her seeing stars. When he felt her tighten even more so around him all his efforts were rendered useless and that coil in his lower abdomen that had steadily been tightening finally snapped and he came inside her with a low groan.

A few moments of silence followed, except for the pair trying to catch their breath. He reluctantly pushed himself off her and laid down next to her. Clearly, they would both need a shower or bath but that could wait for just a minute or two, (Y/N) wasn’t even sure her legs would carry her at that moment. She guessed Draco must’ve been the first to fully recover given that he was the first to speak, “Seems I was unsuccessful in taking my time, huh?”

“Guess we’ll have to practice.” She chuckled a bit and summoned the courage to kiss his cheek before collapsing back onto the mattress with a groan, “Maybe a bit later though.”

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Enjoy The Show

(Sirius Black x Reader)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem Reader

Warnings: Non-descriptive smut/masturbation, Sirius refers to the reader as “pretty girl” and “good girl”

A/N: This is kinda short and probably not great BUT it’s been a bit since I’ve written something smutty so bear with me.

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She’d never exactly thought that Sirius was a kind man per say. A hell of a lot better than a lot of his kin and quite a few fellow witches and wizards in general. Still, he enjoyed practical jokes and a fair bit of teasing a little too much to be exactly described as ‘sweet’. Still, (Y/N) never really thought the man to be so… cruel. At least not to her. ThoughX after tonight her opinion might change.

Sirius knew what he was doing. Sure, it felt amazing but most of those moans had been exaggerated to get the woman in the room with him. He’d only closed his eyes and thrown his head back to make it seem like he wasn’t waiting on her to bust in. Judging by the look on her face, everything was going according to plan.

Sirius hadn’t made any effort to stop, when she joined him, only slowing down to make it easier to hold eye contact with her as she shimmied out of her clothes to match his state of dress. Or rather lack there of. He only spoke when she joined him on the bed and moved closer to him, “Uh uh. Don’t touch me or I’ll stop.”

Her eager eyes widened to the size of tea saucers at the words spoken to her. Sirius almost felt bad that (Y/N) looked a tiny bit hurt… until he thought about how polite she was to that new bloke at the meeting who had been shamelessly eyeing her up and down all night. It wouldn’t hurt either of them for Sirius to remind both of them how much they only wanted each other. “Don’t look at me like that, pretty girl. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

“You’re so mean.” (Y/N) whined as she shifted slightly trying to alleviate the pressure building between her thighs.

Sirius smirked a little at (Y/N) chewing on her bottom lip. He picked up his pace, stroking his cock more rapidly, quite turned on by the woman’s eyes staring at him. His moans seemed to egg her on more so as her squirming got worse. The whimper she let out when Sirius let her name tumble past his lips was almost enough to do him in. Luckily, even with his eyelids becoming heavy Sirius could see her hand slipping towards her slickened thighs. “Hey, hey, hey. You don’t trust that I’m gonna take care of you when I’m done?”

“Sirius…please…”

“Shh… be a good girl and wait. You know I’ll make it worth your while.”

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Hello! I wondered if you could write Sirius x reader? Maybe a soft dom!Sirius? like Sirius is jerking off in front of the reader and teasing her so she becomes super eager. I'd also love if you'd use "don't touch me or I'll stop"

Posting it now! I’m very sorry that it took like 12 years!

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Dinner With The Lupins (Remus x Reader)

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem Reader

Warnings: Like none? Maybe ooc remus’ parents but I really tried to find as much as I could about them

A/N: Hey! 2 days in a row! I’m gonna try to keep the momentum going lol need Newt or Theseus requests lol

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Lyall had learned the hard way that being rude and stereotyping was wrong. He’d learned the even harder way that not all werewolves were in fact the “soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death” creatures he had claimed in the heat of the moment. No, in fact watching his brilliant, caring, thoughtful son grow up with the affliction had unfortunately shown him that while he still believed Greyback to be all of those things… not his Remus. But the unfortunate truth was that many people still held onto that thought process. Lyall wasn’t daft, he knew he wouldn’t be able to shield Remus from the world’s ignorance, but as a father he couldn’t help but want to try…

“Honestly, you might be getting ahead of yourself a bit here, dear.” Hope chuckled at the worried expression on her husband’s face.

“What if when she finds out she forgets who he really is? What is she never finds out and just assumes his mandatory disappearances are unsavory?”

Valid concerns, definitely. Though Hope hadn’t known about any of this until she met Lyall, there were experiences she considered to be interchangeable between muggles and magic folk. Her son went through things she never in her wildest dreams thought possible, horrible things. Obviously, she would protect him from the world entirely if she could, but some things were inevitable. And when Remus padded into the kitchen about a week ago and nervously asked about inviting his friend to dinner, well she knew this would happen eventually. She’d do the only thing she could: be excited about his first love and be there for him when or if it turned out to be his first heartbreak.

“Then we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. He’s in his 6th year, surely you knew this would happen eventually?”

Lyall didn’t get a chance to answer before Remus appeared downstairs, a scowl on his face.

“Everything okay?”

“My hair looks stupid.” A sigh escaped him as his words drew their attention to his neatly brushed hair. Remus’ expression didn’t soften at the hearty laugh his father let out. However, it was involuntary when Hope walked over to him and beckoned for him to duck down so she could fix a few strands.

“It does not, you look quite handsome.”

As if on cue a soft knock was heard and Remus felt his stomach sink, “That’ll be her…”

Thankfully, his nerves did subside quite a bit once introductions were over and they’d all sat down for dinner. Hope was smitten at the first compliment of the dinner she’d prepared. Really Remus’ expectation were exceeded. (Y/N) was her always charming self. She had no problem engaging in polite conversations and bringing a smile to his face every time she met his eyes.

“Well, let me get this cleaned up real quick and I’ll bring you out some dessert!” Hope chirped happily and smiled graciously when (Y/N) immediately offered her help, and started gathering the plates with her. Hope gave Remus a quick wink as they disappeared into the kitchen.

Remus couldn’t help but grin. No, this night was going perfectly – well, almost perfectly. His grin fell shortly as he turned to his father and whispered, “Why don’t you like her?”

“I do! She seems like a perfectly lovely girl.” Lyall defended quietly. Sure he hadn’t been a outgoing as he could’ve been, but he wasn’t being rude at all!

“Then why are you being… weird?” Remus pressed, wondering what (Y/N) could’ve possibly done to deserve his apprehension.

“It’s just… I don’t want to see you upset if things were to not work out because well… you know.”

Realization hit Remus like a ton of bricks. Duh! No wonder his father was being so quiet. Remus felt a little dumb that he hadn’t figured it out, especially when Lyall had always been so concerned with things of that nature, “Oh… she already knows…”

“She does?”

“Yes. She and Lily were actually good friends and when Lily introduced us she was quick to figure it out. She actually copies her notes for me for the classes I’ve missed. I’ve told her of course she didn’t need to do that, but she says she knows there isn’t a lot she can do to help so she can do what she can to make my life easier.”

A genuine smile found its way onto Lyall’s face, “And she’s just a friend, is she?”

An unmistakeable blush rose to Remus’ nose and cheeks, “Well… she’s actually… my girlfriend, but I wanted you and mum to meet her first before I told you. Sometimes you can be a little close minded.” “Right. Well, clearly you have good taste. Though, if she’s more than a friend perhaps you should be a gentleman and walk her home when the night is over. Oh! And don’t let your mother know that you told me first.”

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can i request a remus x fem reader where she meets remus’ parents for the first time?

This is so cute! I had to stop myself from going to overboard with the fluff, BUT it’s being typed and proofed to be posted later this evening ☺️

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can you please please please make 'an arrangement' a series it was so good

Okay… so I did a thing and did it? Lol hopefully it’ll live up to your expectations 😂

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An Arrangement (Regulus Black x Reader

(Part One)

Summary: Y/N is also from a pureblood, well-respected Slytherin family, whose mother is quite close with Walburga Black. She hears wedding bells, whether or whether not she wants to hear them, well that’s a different story entirely.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Fem Reader

Warnings: Potential OOC, perhaps slight deviation from the -now- prologue. Crappy writing since it’s been a hot minute since I’ve done it 😬

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The air felt thick and heavy, and (Y/N) found it difficult to even draw a breath with so many expectant eyes just staring at her. It was stifling really, and the only reprieve she could really allow herself was to just stare down at her shoes and ignore the other pairs around her.

“Poor girl looks terrified.” Mrs. Black smiled, but if one were to listen closely, a tinge of annoyance might’ve been laced in her tone. Regulus had been well prepped for the day’s ceremony, if he hadn’t been thrilled than he’d at least accepted it, was it too much to ask that (Y/N) had received the same treatment? Plus, the girl should be so lucky that Walburga had chosen her for her perfect son. Only great things were expected from him.

She wasn’t exactly ‘new’ to being around the Black family. While she’s never been as close to any of them as her parents had, she was certainly civil and she definitely was able to pick up on their mannerisms. She had been able to catch the tone immediately and not wanting to offend the woman, (Y/N) spoke up quickly, “I’m sorry… I was just wondering if it hurt…” A relieved chuckle escaped both of the older women in the room. It seemed entirely reasonable to be nervous at the prospect of sealing her fate at such a young age (to a man she was not in love with). Though, it was hard to ignore her mother’s words of caution: Times were changing ‘for the better, Regulus was a handsome young man from a good, wealthy family. How could (Y/N) really possibly hope to find anyone else that made such a perfect match? Honestly, if it hadn’t been for how much it meant to her parents she might’ve been more honest about her apprehension.

“No more than a sting.” Walburga explained with a comforting grin.

(Y/N)’s eyes flitted up to Regulus, who didn’t seem to be too bothered at all, just as calm as he’d seemed in the parlor earlier. Before (Y/N) used to consider herself a dutiful daughter, even now as she stood there in front of Regulus she was there though she’d first thought she should run away. But now, looking at her future partner who seemed completely content as he was told to take her hand… well she had to second guess her devotion.

She laced her fingers with his, and tried to be comforted by the smiling faces around her. Regulus’ hand felt much warmer than she imagined, but it didn’t do much to ease the chilling nerves coursing through her. Every fiber of her being was begging her fight or flight response to just kick in, but she remained frozen as Walburga readied her wand, focused on the hands that were intertwined. “Okay, Regulus, just like I told you okay?”

“(Y/N), do you vow to become my wife after our studies are complete with the intention of starting a family and to love no other? In return I shall do the same.” Regulus hoped that his mother wouldn’t mind the little extra he had added at the end, but judging by the small smile threatening to grave her lips, she must’ve thought it was sweet.

She took a large breath, “Yes, provided you do the same.”

“Of course.”

She felt a little sick while Walburga mumbled the spell under her breath and three streams of light flew from the tip of her wand and wrapped around their arms and hands. It happened to be quite warm, but the sting didn’t linger too long. In fact there didn’t seem to be any lasting indication left behind of their permanent bond… other than a nagging feeling of dread.

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Hey are your requests open?

If so can you do an imagine where Draco is making love to the reader but it’s not her first time?

Hi! Working on this right now actually! But like is it an inexperienced Draco with experienced reader or maybe just like an everyday occurrence? I figured it was more the first one but wanted to make sure 🙂

#ask

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Holy shit… O.O I never thought this little blog would get like 10 followers much less 2k and I couldn’t be more excited, thrilled and thankful that I found a few people on this site that actually liked my writing enough for this! 😊 I wanna do something to commemorate this, but like honestly is there something you guys would like more: match-ups, a bunch of drabbles or thirsts with numbered prompts? Maybe headcannons??

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Makeup Tutorial|James Potter|

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Thanks to @carryonmywaywardbucky for this idea! Thinking about this kept me from a full on meltdown lol -S

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“Can I help you?” (Y/N) briefly glanced over her shoulder. James had been standing behind her just seemingly watching her through the reflective glass for a good 15 minutes at this point… she didn’t think she’d done anything too out of the ordinary, other than trying on a new eyeshadow. But with his usual lack of commentary and his normal insistence of her not needing makeup she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit insecure. Maybe it was a lot more intense than she originally thought or perhaps it just hadn’t been her color?

“What I’m not allowed to admire?”

“You usually don’t…”

“I resent that! I admire you all the time!” James corrected her, pouting slightly at the insinuation of anything besides that.

“You usually just say I don’t need any makeup and leave.” She cocked her eyebrow, still confused by his motives.

“Well- I still think you don’t NEED makeup. But it’s quite fascinating to see all this work and products. You do this everyday?” James glanced down at the multitude of items organized neatly on the bathroom counter, carefully picking up a tube of lipstick and examining it before placing it back down in its place.

(Y/N) chuckled at the amazement, but to be fair she’d always been fascinated and enthralled with the products as well. “Well not everyday, but everyday I wear makeup.”

“Interesting.”

She really tried to go back to finishing off her makeup, but with James looming over her she found it almost impossible. “Is there anything else?”

“Wanna do mine after?” James smiled sheepishly.

“Yes!” (Y/N) giggled excitedly at the prospect, immediately forgetting about her own make-up and pulling James to sit so she could reach him easily.

“Sirius is gonna be so jealous that I’m prettier than him.”

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