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ageofstarkey · 8 months

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untitled snippet: band!marauders x new-to-the-band!reader

summary: You're James Potter's little sister and he asks you to join his band. Remus Lupin, the Marauders’ moody bassist, makes you regret agreeing.

content: bassist remus x singer/guitarist reader, potter!reader, "enemies" to lovers, mature content (alcohol, tobacco, and drug use, swearing, etc…)

note: hi so i've never posted any of my writing on here, but i recently started fleshing out this marauders band au in my free time, so i wanted to post a snippet to see if anyone like...actually would be interested in reading it if i were to write a Proper Fic™️

wc: 0.8k ish

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On one particularly late night, after a particularly infuriating comment from Remus, you snap. You stand up before he’s even finished speaking, letting your banged up acoustic clatter unceremoniously to the floor. Truth be told – you hardly even processed what he said, so irritated by the goddamn way he said it.

“Y’know what?” You’re overtired and practically seething, a half-smoked cigarette trembling between your fingers. “I’m fucking done. With all of this.” You toss your cigarette into the over-stuffed ashtray on the table, paying no mind to the way it bounces and falls, still smouldering, to the wooden surface below. “And honestly? It’s a real goddamn shame because I think you guys have something special. And I think we’d be really damn good together if he -” You jab a shaking finger towards Remus, who looked rather unmoved. “- wasn’t so fucking self-absorbed.”

James tries to defuse the situation, but you’re storming out of the room before he can finish a sentence, intently ignoring him on your way to the front door. You slam it harder than you mean to, shakily inhaling as you step into the chilly midnight air. With a trembling hand, you reach for the cigarettes in your pocket, sliding one hastily from the box. You feel the familiar sting of tears in your eyes, silently berating yourself for being so sensitive as they roll down your reddened cheeks.

Minutes have passed, and you’re halfway through your second fag when you hear the familiar creak of the front door opening behind you. With a soft sniff, you wipe hastily at the lingering tears on your cheeks. You look quickly over your shoulder, hoping for James and sighing quietly when you see Remus standing just beyond the doorframe. His hands are tucked coolly into the pockets of his jeans, and he stares at you unflinchingly.

You turn back around, taking a long drag from your cigarette before stubbing it out on the damp concrete. “If you’ve come out here to offer your two cents on my lyrics, I’m really not interested.” Your voice is clipped and steady when you speak, despite how badly you want to scream and shout in his stupid arrogant face.

His converse scuff lazily against the ground as he takes a few careful steps towards you. Your eyes remain intently trained on your boots, back firmly facing Remus and the house. “I didn’t come out here to talk about your songs, Y/N.” His voice is soft and your heart pangs strangely in your chest. You don’t say a word. He takes two more steps. “Would you believe me if I said I wanted to apologize?”

You scuff the toe of your boot against the ground with a scoff. “Not really.”

“I didn’t think so.” Remus laughs softly, and you swear you can hear the smirk on his face. It’s infuriating how amusing he seems to find the whole situation. He takes another step, and suddenly you can feel his tall figure looming behind you. You want to turn around – you want to say something, but you can’t bring yourself to move a muscle. “Whether you believe me or not, I am sorry. I’ve been a proper arse and…” He trails off, evidently searching for his next words. Your heart thumps anxiously in the silence. “You haven’t done anything to deserve it. So I’m sorry.”

His words are followed by a long stretch of silence where neither of you speak. You open your mouth once, twice, trying to offer a response, but you come up short both times. Remus eventually speaks, his shoes scuffing against the damp ground as he takes a step back. “I’m not trying to change your mind or anything, but for what it’s worth, I think we’d be really damn good together too.” His voice is low, steady, and effortlessly confident. Without another word, he leaves, and you don’t dare breathe until you hear the front door shut behind him.

When you finally find the strength to stand, you walk home with your thoughts racing a million miles a second. Needless to say – you’re back at the Marauders house the very next morning. James – who’d been calling you all night, smiles with wide eyes when you walk into the living room behind Sirius. His shoulders drop in relief, and you almost feel guilty for intently ignoring each and every one of his calls.

Remus, in a surprising turn of events, is the first to speak. He’s sprawled lazily on the couch, a ring clad hand resting on his upper thigh. There’s a cigarette tucked behind his ear, and he wears a knowing smirk that makes you want to cuss him out. “Not giving up on us yet, hm?”

His stare doesn’t falter when your eyes find his, and you hate how quickly you look away with warm pink cheeks. “Don’t make me regret it, Lupin.”

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luveline · 2 years

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hiii i LOVE your writing so much so i was wondering if i can request maybe rockstar remus with a shy reader? i don’t have a specific scenario so it can be about anything :)

tysm!!! modern au, shy!reader meeting bassist!remus ♡ fem!reader | 1.5k words

He's darker than you'd thought he'd be. In the magazines and on TV, Remus Lupin seems the lightest of the Marauders. Lightest hair, pale skinned, moderate temperament. He doesn't dress elaborately like the band's frontman Sirius and is certainly never shirtless like their drummer, James.

A quiet presence on stage, he laughs sparingly and says maybe one or two dry words in response to his bandmates' infamous bantering.

You can understand it. You're shy on your best days. Today is not one of your best days and it's worse now that you've found yourself alone in a room with a total rockstar.

He's not smiling. He's not really doing anything, slouched back on the sofa with his arms crossed over his chest.

He's also staring at you, entirely unabashed.

You feel pinned under his gaze.

"What are you reading?" he asks. His voice is scratchy, as if disused.

You'd been expecting him to ignore you entirely and so his question catches you off guard. You pull your book from your lap and stare at the title, having completely forgotten as soon as he'd asked.

You prepare yourself to speak and likely take too long. "It's called the Left Hand of Darkness." You try not to make it sound like a question.

Luckily for you, Remus Lupin seems in no hurry. Soft, the suggestion of a smile on his face as his eyes melt from an impassive disinterest to something brighter. Something that makes your heart skip.

"Are you enjoying it?"

You can't work out his voice. You suppose it's one of those things that only his friends and family could understand, how his sincerity seems to be wrapped in amusement.

Or maybe he's messing with you.

Again, you've taken too long to answer. Again, he doesn't seem to mind.

"I…" Your gaze drifts to the book in your hand. Easier to look down than at him. He's the kind of handsome that gets distracting.

"I read A Wizard from Earthsea, when I was a kid," he says.

You're more than thankful for the helping hand. "Right- I mean, me too. I really liked it and I thought that this would be the same. But it's not. Obviously." And now you're rambling. Brilliant.

"It gets easier. The more you read it. She's a heavy world builder, but it's worth it."

You blink in surprise. He's read it, you think. Oh.

Remus drops a hand between his spread legs and sits up, fingers closing around the underside of the sofa. You feel your heart skip again. He looks very much like a rock star like this, face tilted down, knees pushed in, one converse shoe tapping the floor.

"Who do you know?" he asks.

"Macy. She's-"

"The venue's social media manager."

Why would he remember something like that? You find yourself liking him that little bit more. "Yeah. I'm sorry. To be in here for so long. She told me to wait."

"Hey, that's okay. Can I tell you a secret?"

Your face burns hot. You hesitate and then nod. He smiles properly for the first time since you'd walked in on him.

"I'm not supposed to be in here."

"No?"

"I'm hiding."

"From who?"

As if summoned, a wolfish laugh echoes down the corridor. Remus stands with little urgency. "Tell him you haven't seen me."

"What?" you ask, startled.

He stops at your side and looks down at you. You look up in return, his gaze jolting you to the core.

"When he comes in here asking for me, tell him you haven't seen me. Please." He's careful to be clearer.

"Okay," you say weakly.

"Attagirl."

He disappears into an unmarked cupboard. You sit on pins as footsteps grow closer and hug your paperback to your chest, trying to look as inconspicuous as you can.

The door opens. Sirius Black walks in. If you hadn't already been exposed to one rockstar today Sirius really would've had your eye out – he's one of the most famous men in the world right now, and for good reason. He's shockingly handsome and looks maybe a little high, his shirt unbuttoned and untucked, tight trousers boasting thighs almost as good as his bassist's.

"Hello," he says, as smooth as you'd expect. "Aren't you something sweet?"

You bite your lip. "Hello," you echo.

"Haven't seen Remus around, have you?"

"It's only me in here," you say apologetically.

"What a shame," he says, sounding like it's not a shame at all. You get the distinct impression that he might eat you alive if he weren't so busy. "Thanks anyways, sweet thing."

He closes the door behind him.

Twenty seconds of silence before Remus reappears. He looks about as unbothered as he had before when he sits in the chair next to yours, the rubber toe of his shoe hitting into yours.

"Sorry," he murmurs, pulling his legs in closer. "Thank you for hiding me."

"Why… Why are you hiding?" you ask.

"He's in a mood today." He inhales loud and leans towards you. "Antagonistic. I'll stick around for a while, if you don't mind."

"No, of course I don't. Is he always like that?"

"Flirtatious? Salacious? Chauvinistic?" he supplies, adding a word for each time you giggle.

"Terrifying."

"No. He's usually worse. He was being nice."

It must be obvious on your face. Why was he being nice to me?

"Pretty girls like you are one of his many weaknesses," Remus says, crossing his arms until his hands cover his shoulders. He scratches the side of his neck, the column of his throat a distinct and tempting sight.

You know you should flirt. Say something risky, say, Well what about you? But you just can't get the words out when he's looking at you the way he is.

"We have that in common," he adds. Bravely, in your opinion, as you'd never say something so open.

You smile, cover your lips with your fingertips and then stop smiling. Is he messing with you?

"I'm Remus," he says.

"I know." You can barely talk.

He grimaces and rubs his throat, his pinky finger disappearing under the collar of his black and white baseball tee. "I don't like to assume. What's your name?"

The door is thrown open.

Remus groans and flops back in his chair, covering his eyes. Sirius Black has returned, looking wildly peeved to discover him but unsurprised.

"I knew he was in here. You've not got a very good poker face, little lady."

"Could you be any more overbearing?" Remus asks him.

"Wanna try?"

You force your hands between your legs and don't know where to look. To Sirius, his wild curls, his scary smile, the dark chest hair climbing the valley of his chest. To Remus, his long-suffering expression, frustration a very good look on him. His hands, the thick gunmetal grey of a ring around his middle finger, a smaller one around his index.

"Don't be rude, Moons, introduce us."

"I can't, you've-"

"I'm Y/N," you say. It's quiet enough that you assume they've missed it, but Remus repeats it to himself with a grin.

"Well, Y/N," Sirius says, "I'm sorry to cut our meeting so short, but Remus has things he should've been doing all day." His smile is saccharine as he turns to Remus. "Lily is enraged."

"She can hardly blame me. You and James are in twin moods today."

"Whatever."

Remus is all sorries as he starts for the door. "I'm sorry to leave so rudely," he says.

"That's okay."

"It was nice to meet you. Enjoy your book."

You nod and he nods and lingers at the door until Sirius pulls him out. You sit there then, disappointed, mad at yourself for being disappointed, deep in your head when the door opens for the third time.

"Ask for my autograph," Remus says abruptly.

You wince. Is he, like, a sociopath? Have you offended him? You thought the right thing to do was not ask for one. "I'm sorry-"

"No, don't be. Just ask for it. I was really hoping you'd ask for it."

You squint at him and try to hide your suspicion. "Could I get your autograph?"

He turns to the desk and swipes a pen and somebody's business card, his hand moving fast as he scrawls down words you can't see. He clicks the pen up against his chest and offers it to you.

"Thank you," you say, shell-shocked.

Remus doesn't smile but his eyes are sweet as he tosses the pen and leaves again.

Your hands shake when you bring the card to your eyeline.

A phone number atop bumping letters.

Tell me how the book was? Remus L.

He's drawn a small book besides his initial. You stare at it until your eyes burn and rub your thumb over the ink. It smudges, still wet, so you know it's real.

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thefifthmaraud3r · 2 years

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fic things!

hiiiiiii im writing a fic so heres just some things about it!

summary: James Potter is an aspiring actor at Hogwarts Fine Arts University and things are going his way. He's straight on his path. Things are good. That is, until the visual arts department gets invited to help paint the sets for their upcoming show, and Regulus Black is suddenly thrown back into his life.

In other words, James is just trying to do his best, and Regulus is extremely distracting.

current word count: 6.2k

chapters: 2

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link: can it be us and only us

i am currently going to try to update weekly!!!

#marauders #marauders era #band au sort of #fine arts au #james potter and sirius black are theater kids stfu #ofc remus plays the bass but so does dorcas #bassist remus #im so nervous to post this

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lovableapocalypse · 1 year

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these are the days

bassist!remus x fem!reader

wc- 1.3k

warnings- swearing, make out sesh, awkward moment???

a/n- love u guys and hope u like this lol. i wanted to expand more of their past so ill defo be writing more of that. but lmk what u all want to see <333

You and Remus have officially been together for a week. After your mutual pining reached an emotional breaking point and feelings were spilled after years of withholding, you both were now in complete bliss. You had yet to tell your friends, keeping this budding romance a secret for the time being. You both wanted to stay in this fresh, intense love for as long as you could. While you’re sure no one will be surprised by you two finally getting together, it was peaceful to keep it completely private and just yours to witness.

You were currently watching the sun begin to peek through the curtains of Remus’ bedroom, your head rested comfortably on his bare chest. You were tracing your fingers delicately across his ribs, mesmerized by his steady rise and fall of breaths. You were completely and wholly in love. You had doubted his reciprocation of feelings for so long that this had seemed impossible to you.

Remus stirred under you and inhaled deeply. His grasp on your waist tightened as he slowly opened his eyes. His other arm reached for you and held you close to his chest. He glanced down at you, eyes puffy from sleep.

“Hi,” he spoke softly.

You continued tracing his heart as you replied, “Hi.” Your smile was genuine and you’re sure your cheeks will be hurting from how happy you’ve been the past few days.

He continued to watch you and began to move his hand up and down your bare back as well. You watched each other in a content silence and the sun was now fully illuminating the room. You slowly moved up on the bed and traced your finger over his eyebrow. He leaned into your touch as you admired him. You glanced to his lips and back into his eyes and on cue he moved his face towards yours.

Your lips met sensually. After your first night together you’d wanted to discover everything about him physically. You noticed freckles in hidden spots, scars in odd arrangements, and how his body reacted to yours.

His hands moved to your waist to pull you even more into him and your hands moved to his face. You ran one through his bedhead and the other cupped his cheek. He pulled away breathily and whispered onto your lips, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

“Me either”, you breathed, “I can’t believe this is real sometimes.”

“Trust me, it is.” He laughed as he kissed you again and rolled the two of you over. Your legs parted around him and you touched his shoulders. Remus hummed into your mouth and gracefully traced his tongue over your bottom lip. You wrapped your arm around him pulling at his hair as you accepted his intrusion. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you kissed him back religiously.

The moment was growing heated and all you could focus on was him. His hands were moving over your figure, squeezing and appreciating. You heard a noise and assumed you had knocked something onto the floor, until you heard a loud, “Oh fuck!”

You and Remus pulled away hastily, frightened at the interruption. Your heads snapped to the sound, and stood in the doorway with a horrified look on his face was one of your closest friends and Remus’ bandmate James.

He opened and shut his mouth a few times before glancing between the two of you frantically. You were both panting and Remus was now trying his hardest to cover your exposed chest from view.

“When- when did this happen?” James pointed between the both of you.

Remus inhaled shakily and glanced at you before speaking. “Um. About a week ago.” He swallowed.

James continued to look between your bodies in awe. “This is actually happening- you two. Right now.”

“Yes.” Remus replied dryly.

Your face was burning in a flush, partially from your childhood friend catching you in a compromising position and partly for your secret being outed a bit dramatically. You hid your face in Remus’ arm that was by your head, avoiding James’ gaze.

Just when you thought the situation couldn’t get any more embarrassing you heard the front door slam and a familiar voice shout, “Moony! James and I have come to see if you’re al-” Sirius’ shocked silhouette now stood behind James in the doorway.

“Fuck my life”, you whispered under your breath.

Remus’ head dropped and he exhaled loudly. Sirius said nothing as he stared at the two of you. James was frantically looking from Sirius to you as if saying ‘I’m seeing this correctly right?’

Remus looked defeated as he pleaded with his best friends, “I’ve given you guys a spare key for emergencies, not to barge in whenever you like.”

“Mate, you randomly were ‘busy’ for a week without any notice- but I see clearly now why that is.” Sirius broke his silence. He scratched the back of his head and looked toward the hallway, “I’m honestly surprised it took you both this long.” He sighed and grabbed James’ arm pulling them out of the room.

“Give us a minute, yeah?” Remus said.

The door shut and you covered your flaming face with your hands. “That is not how I saw that going at all”, your voice was muffled. Remus laughed and pulled your hands away from your face, “Fuck, me either.”

You both timidly pulled on sweats and tried to look presentable as you opened the bedroom door. James and Sirius were in the lounge talking in hushed whispers. You headed to the adjacent kitchen, “Tea?” You asked.

“Uh yeah, please.” Remus said.

He headed towards his mates who had expectant looks on their faces. He rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair as he sat down beside them.

He was about to open his mouth when you came in with mugs for everyone. You shyly sat on the adjoining lounge chair and held your tea close to you.

“Care to explain what we’ve just walked in on?” James said.

You and Remus share a look and he explains, “Last week we sort of realized we both had strong feelings for one another, and well everything just sorta happened. I don’t know.”

“You only realized a week ago you two are mad for each other? Dear God”, Sirius sighed.

You blushed harder looking at your tea. “So what are you two? Dating? Fucking?” James asked with his hands.

“Dating.” Remus answered.

“You’re lucky Peter and Lily aren’t here. They bet on you two.” Sirius spoke.

“They’ve bet on me and Remus?” You exclaim.

“Yeah, on how long it would take you two to stop moping about and get together. I think Lily’s won”, Sirius replied.

“Yeah, she has.” James said.

Remus was flustered too, rubbing a hand over his face and huffing a laugh. “Well, we wanted to sit down with you all or something and tell you. Didn’t plan for you two idiots to barge in.”

“Why didn’t you knock or something?” You add.

“We never knock. How were we supposed to know you’d have your tits out at 7 in the morning.” James explains.

“Fuck off.” You didn’t think you could get any more red.

“Right, it doesn’t matter”, Remus tries to diffuse, “we’re together now. That’s that. Is there something you two needed besides ruining our morning?”

“Well no.” Sirius says. He laughs and adds, “Can’t believe you’re actually together. Never thought I’d see the day.” James laughs along and you roll your eyes and stand.

“Okay, well now that it’s out there I guess we can all meet for lunch or something and tell the others. That is if you haven’t already blabbed.”

“Didn’t have the chance in my state of shock.” James sighs.

You all laugh and the intruders move to the front door. As they step out James turns around and sincerely says, “I am happy for you both, really.” You smile and Sirius nods in agreement. Remus squeezes your arm and adds, “Just fucking knock from now on, please.”

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romancingstars · 2 months

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So hold me down and never let me go.

rockstar!bassist!remus lupin x reader

warnings: established relationship , heavy flirting , kissing , living together , remus being a huge tease

to all you Remus Lupin super fans you’re probably thinking: ‘Hey! This looks familiar?’ and you’d be right! this is a repost, i’ve moved accounts and i want everything i’m proud of in the same place. so, i hope you enjoy reading, or perhaps rereading this little drabble.

960 words or smthn

“Cute skirt.” Rem complimented, leaning on the kitchen counter. You rolled your eyes in response, walking towards him. “Seriously, love, looks dead nice. Is it new?” he said, looking you up and down. He had done that a couple of times, however you decided not to comment on it. It was best not to feed the fire.

“It is new, got it the other day. With, uh, what’s your little wizard friend called. The one with funky hair.”

“Marlene? And it’s very rockstar girlfriend.”

“Yes, Marlene. She’s lovely. Also, you’re not a rockstar, Rem. You’re getting full of yourself.” you replied, sarcastically. As you giggled, he gave you a look of feigned offence.

“I’m the bassist in a rock band, dove, I am the definition of a rockstar.” he said, once again looking you up and down. You were struggling to resist the temptation of basking in his gaze. If you were religious, Remus Lupin would be the devil.

“You haven’t quite mastered the ‘star’ bit yet.” you joked, attempting to get your revenge. See, Remus always seemed to have the upper hand, when it came to you. He knew exactly what to do and what to say, when it came to you. So, it was a rare luxury to have something to hold over him.

“Ahaha. How many copies did our album sell?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Three?” you responded. Looking up at him innocently, it was taking a lot not to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Fuck off.” he stated, shaking his head. Even though he was faking annoyance at your comments, it didn’t take long for Remus to gravitate towards you. He moved away from the counter he was leaning on and towards the sink, where his mission began. Not paying attention, you started work on making cups of tea for the two of you. You had only just finished filling the kettle, when he decided this was the perfect opportunity to snake his arms around your waist and rest his head in the crook of your neck.

“Hiya, Rem.” you whispered, giggling quietly to yourself. You tried to continue with your rather mundane task but, you knew you’d succumb to his enticement - eventually.

“Hiya, love. You’re ignoring me.” he mumbled into your neck. Feeling his warm breath, the hairs beneath his touch stood up on end. You were almost certain you would never get used to Remus acting like this.

“Am not! Let me finish what I’m doing for once, pleasee.“ you complained with frustration thick in your voice. All your efforts were futile -which you had previously predicted- as Remus dropped his hands to your hips and spun you round. Now you were face to face (what was as close as you could get to face to face) you couldn’t deny him anything. Remus was so very tall; it was impossible not to look up to him. His honey brown eyes were burning into your soul and the sensation was irresistible. Melting like putty in his touch, you were completely compliant to his every wish and desire. For the most part anyway, but if he wanted you to jump off of a bridge you’d probably have to think about it.

“There we go. C’mon you’ve been out all week, missed you.” he whined back. You found it a little funny how someone so desperate could have such a tough exterior, but decided now wasn’t the right time to comment on it.

“I’ve seen you every day, Rem, we live togeth-.”

“It’s not enough.” he cut you off, not maliciously. Even if it were, any malicious intent would be cancelled out by the sweetest action that followed. Your lips met. Soft, sweet and somewhat addictive. Far better than any ex, that was for sure. In fact, Remus was far better than anyone else you’d ever met. He moved in sync with you. One scarred hand gripped your hips and the other crept up to the side of your head, burying itself to your hair. Your own attached themselves to his sandy brown locks, tugging lightly at the strands. Feeling like your mind was about to explode, his kisses would always send your emotions into overdrive. You simply couldn’t contain yourself with him and that’s exactly what he wanted.

Breathe. You had to remind yourself to breathe as he pulled away. Resting his forehead against your own, Remus looked at you with what could only be described as love-sickness in his eyes. Cautiously, you peered up at him through your eyelashes, trying not to trigger another outburst; you just wanted to make your tea. However, you would never admit how much you enjoyed Remus when he was like this because after all nothing is fun without a game.

“Much better.” he said, simply. His eyes never left you and you had to admit you couldn’t look away either. Fuck. “Okay, you can go make your tea now.” he added as a sly smirk crept onto his face. Fuck.

“Remus! You’re such a prick- oi. Come back.” uoi whined, frowning at him as he walked away. In response all he did was shrug his shoulders.

Then, he said “Sorry, dove. Got rehearsals with my rock band see you later though. Love you.”. He grabbed his jacket from the hooks beside the door and gave you one final kiss goodbye. It was short and anything but sweet. It was horrifically mean. And just like that, he was gone.

You were left standing in your kitchen starstruck. Unable to think, do or see anything other than him, you found yourself rendered incapable. Somehow, his temptation always had this affect. You just had to pray he’d be in a good mood later, a less teasing mood perhaps.

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hauntedwitch04 · 1 year

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You can call me Daddy

Rockstar! Remus Lupin x Reader

Words: about 1.8k words

Warnings: smutty remmy, sexy rockstar, dirty talk and remus fucking lupin that is alreadya a warning himself.

Author's note: I'm writing something like five fanfiction at the same time, but I had this idea and I couldn't not write this down. I love the idea if the Maraurders as a band (like I think they are preatty much the copy of the Maneskin that I LOVE so...) and I LOVE BASSIST REMUS, so here for you our sexy Moony

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You still don't know how the with your friend managed to get into this party, but you know for sure that this is a night to remember.

Through some friends of hers, she managed to find out that there was going to be a birthday party of some super-rich celebrity at a mansion in Los Angeles, and after some research and figuring out where it was, we managed to get in, making believe that we were up-and-coming Versace models and that we had been invited to the party at the last minute and had not been put on the list. The guard looked at us carefully and then let us through, and you couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As soon as you walked in you looked around and couldn't hold back your astonishment.

The mansion is beautiful, huge and full of lights and smoke machines that create a magical and surreal atmosphere. Music and people fill the room until you almost burst, but you can't help but move in time to the music as the alcohol flows through your veins. You down drink after drink, without realizing it, the important thing is to have a good time.You find yourself dancing back to back with actors or singing songs at the top of your lungs with important TV hosts, before you realize that all this crowd and the air heavy with smoke, sweat and alcohol is suffocating you, so you nod to your friend that you would go outside for a moment to get some air.

You walk over to the nearest French door, which overlooks a hidden part of the garden. As soon as you are outside, you lean against the wall and can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. You stay a few seconds in the silence of the night, taking advantage of the cold that seems to surround you after the incredible heat that the bodies inside that room were causing. You smile, thinking that at least here you can find a moment of peace, until you hear a voice.

"Did you run away too?" A boy asks, and you suddenly turn around and see him there, a little further away from you, also leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his lips. You can't really see his face, but you can tell he's a good-looking guy, tall and muscular as thin as he may look. He's wearing skinny jean pants, a Pink Floyd T-shirt, and a black leather jacket, with stupidly overdressed shoes.

"Yeah, the situation was becoming too suffocating." I shyly confess to the faceless boy.

"I understand you. I hate these stupid parties full of people, the situation always gets out of hand, and before long someone will get hurt, if it hasn't happened already." He complains.

"How come so if here?" You ask curiously, aided by the courage that alcohol brings.

"My friends dragged me along. If it were up to me, I would have spent this evening in a completely different way." He confesses, throwing his cigarette to the ground after taking one last drag. The smoke comes sensually out of his mouth, and you can't help but tighten your legs at that gesture, praying that he hasn't noticed.

"And how would you have spent the evening?" You whisper in a sensual tone, not knowing where all that brazenness really came from. You're not usually such a straightforward girl, especially when it comes to flirting with strangers.

"Well sweetheart, I would for example have a couple of ideas on how to spend a night with you, but they are too vulgar for an angel like you." He says moving closer, but still remaining in the half-light. I feel his breath close to my face and can't help but hold back a groan at the impure things those fingers could do on me.

"Do you really think I am an angel?" You ask as you move closer in turn, so close that your lips are almost touching. For a moment you think about how impossibly beautiful this situation is, a few hours earlier you were lying on the couch at your house eating chips and watching your favorite show and now you're at a party full of celebrities and now you're flirting with a guy definitely out of your range, and he's playing along with you. Life is truly full of surprises.

"Oh no you darling look like the purest of all angels, and I love girls who look innocent but are real demons in bed." He continues, moving closer , kissing your neck gently, leaving you the time and space to say no, but you don't want to say no, you want him and you want nothing more than to drag him to the nearest surface to fuck until you are voiceless with all the moans you will emit.

"Well I could always give you a demonstration." You answer as he continues his attack on your neck, and you run your hands through his disheveled hair.

"How can I say no to such a beautiful girl." He says pulling away from you. "But not here honey, there are too many people who would hear you shout my name, and that is a pleasure that is granted only to me." He continues, leading you toward the exit. In a sobering moment you manage to remember your friend and tell him you were going inside to warn her. He nods and tells you he would be waiting for you by the gate. Quickly you go inside and immediately find your friend intent on making out with a fairly tall blond girl. You quickly approach her and tell her that you would not be going home with her this evening. She looks at you and smiles before yelling at you to be careful and use a condom, but you are already far away and in response you raise your middle finger at her.

You see him at the gate on a blazing black motorcycle with a helmet for you in his hand. You put it on and cling to him as you get on the bike, as your excitement about what is about to happen rises and you can't help but get wet.

A few minutes pass before we find ourselves in front of the doors of a huge building. Quickly he gets out of the vehicle, having parked there in front, and we run to the entrance. The boy, still wearing his helmet, waves to the doorman, who waves back, and quickly we get on the first elevator we see. He crushes the twenty-first floor as you take off your helmet and realize something.

"My name is Y/N." You say confidently, looking at his face still covered by the black helmet. "I never told you my name." You go on laughing.

"You don't know mine either." He counter laughs as well, patting my arm, and you can't help but laugh at the situation.

"Of course fate is strange I went from lying on my couch in my pajamas to getting drunk with my friend to fucking a stranger." You say as you move closer to him, kissing him on the neck, gripped by a jolt of courage.

"And do you regret it?" He asks with a half groan.

"Not by a single second." You whisper, continuing to leave marks on his neck, as he had done to you at the party.

As soon as the elevator stops you realize you are already in his apartment. You quickly get out and he drags you toward the bedroom, taking off his helmet and throwing yours on the couch in the hall you pass as well. As soon as you reach the room his lips glue themselves to yours and a power struggle begins between the two of you. Clothes fall off like autumn leaves and suddenly you both find yourselves naked lying on the soft sheets of the bed.

"Remus, my name is Remus." He says panting as he kisses your breasts, reaching down. "But you can call me Daddy, angel." At those words you can't help but let out another moan, which you would be ashamed of if you were sober enough, but your mind is too clouded with pleasure.

His lips find the most delicate spot on your body and attack it like a child sucking on a lollipop, and the moans that seemed too loud before seem like whispers compared to those coming from your lips now. His fingers enter your vagina not too gently, and instinctively you cling to his hair, pushing his face between your legs.

"I knew that behind that angel look was the most beautiful demon." He says, returning to kiss your lips after making you orgasm, with still your taste on his lips. "What do you want honey, you have to tell me or I don't know how to help you."

"I want you, all of you." You say panting, while still recovering from the pleasure you just received. " I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk straight tomorrow."

"Your every wish is an order princess." He says in a whisper before entering me with his huge cock. The pleasure you feel right now, you thought did not exist.

You continue fucking until dawn, rolling up on yourself and in the blankets, orgasm after orgasm. You fall asleep at sunrise in the arms of the unknown boy.

You wake up after a few hours, alone in bed, hearing the sound of a shower running in the next room, realizing that your lover has gone to take a shower. Still sleepy and sore from all that sex you reach for your phone in your jacket pocket and see thirty missed calls from your friend and at least fifty texts always from her.

Immediately you call her, thinking something serious has happened, but as soon as the phone stops ringing you hear her screaming in your ear.

"Do you realize what happened last night?!?!" She shouts like a squawking hen.

"I thought you didn't mind, you said you were okay with it." Confused reply.

"I didn't resent it, but do you realize who you slept with?"

"With...Remus?" You say, unconvinced by your answer.

"Yeah with Remus freaking Lupin! The fucking bassist of the Maraurders!" Your friend says excitedly, but you're already no longer listening as she goes on to tell how she found out, all your mind can process are just two words: oh fuck.

#remus lupin smut #remus lupin au #remus lupin x reader fluff #remus lupin x reader #bassist!remus #rockstar!au #band!marauders #remus lupin imagine #remus x reader

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romancingdaffodils · 8 months

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So hold me down and never let me go.

Bassist!Remus Lupin x Reader

told you it was time for a new era :3

pure fluff !!! Remus is a tease and a little mean but what’s new. He’s a cutie so it’s fine.

pretty shit because i’m rusty with writing but it’s just a small one shot so it doesn’t matter. enjoy my drabble !

ps. al you asked for credit so here u are here’s ur credit bitch face @alegsy :3

“It is new, got it the other day. With, uh, what’s your little wizard friend called. The one with funky hair.”

“Marlene? And it’s very rockstar girlfriend.”

“Yes, Marlene. She’s lovely. Also, you’re not a rockstar, Rem. You’re getting full of yourself.” you replied, sarcastically. As you giggled, he gave you a look of feigned offence.

“Ahaha. How many copies did our album sell?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Three?” you responded. Looking up at him innocently, it was taking a lot not to burst into a fit of laughter.

“Fuck off.” he stated, shaking his head. Even though he was faking annoyance at your comments, it didn’t take long for Remus to gravitate towards you. He moved away from the counter he was leaning on and towards the sink, where is mission began. Not paying attention, you had began work on making cups of tea for the two of you. You had only just finished filling the kettle when he decided this was the perfect opportunity to snake his arms around your waist and rest his head in the crook of your neck.

“Hiya, Rem.” you whispered, giggling quietly to yourself. You tried to continue with your rather mundane task but, you knew you’d succumb to his enticement eventually.

“I’ve seen you every day, Rem, we live togeth-.”

“Remus! You’re such a prick- oi. Come back.” you whined, frowning at him as he walked away. In response all he did was shrug his shoulders.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin x you #remus being remus #bassist!remus #rockstar!remus #help lol #fluffy

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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

¡ marauders masterlist !

toxic!guitarist!sirius gets a little too close to his groupies after your fights. he flirts, gropes, and gives them meaningless kisses for showing support just like he did to you before you started dating to remind you that you’re disposable.

he revels in your huffs and puffs. in the furrowed brows and crossed arms as you watch him pressed against another person, making a show for everyone around. but what could you say? you had broken up.

but after yet another nasty breakup, toxic!bassist!remus had enough. he convinced you to fight fire with fire.

he had you perched in his lap, tongues shoved in each other's throats. one of his hands was groping your ass, while the other held the back of your neck.

sirius shoved the girl sucking on his collarbone away, ignoring her scoff. he eyed your circling hips over his friend's obviously hard cock. your sweet whimpers reached his ears, causing a reaction in him. you're his. no one else's. he widened his legs, feeling tightening in his pants.

remus moved against your heat, relieving the ache in his groin. he swallowed your whine, delivering a quick but hard slap to your ass. he cracked open an eye, feeling his cock jump at the sight of the daggers sirius was shooting in your direction.

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lexithwrites · 4 months

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band au where sirius, lily, james and remus are in a band during uni and just play small gigs at their local pub and act like rockstars even though only the people in their town know them but they love it anyway—they sound like daisy jones and the six btw

#lily dating mary their manager #sirius dating their bassist remus #and james dating sirius younger brother #love love looooooove #i love a fucking musical number man #the marauders #lily evans #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #regulus black #mary macdonald #marlily #jegulus #wolfstar #random hc #i might write this tbh #or try to

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lunarlivs · 10 months

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✮ sirius ✮

oh and she and her are best friends, marlene came to watch the show, they’re gonna get drinks after

#lesbian sirius black #she’s too cool honestly i’m intimidated #she’s singing obvi for the bassist of the band #aka remus #lesbian wolfstar #band au #marauders #fanart #marauders era #wolfstar #sirius black #my art

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winedrunkwords · 1 year

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distractions.

pairing: remus lupin x reader

summary: the one where you never really watch a movie [500+]

warnings: none

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you’ve never actually watched a movie with remus.

originally, when you’d suggested just watching a movie with him, the embarrassment almost killed you where you stood. he’s in a band, for christ’s sake, a world-famous, selling-out-stadiums-in-half-an-hour, groupies-that-would-give-you-heart-attacks-if they-smiled-at-you rock band.

he goes out and people flock to him. and your date suggestion was a movie, at your place. you expected him to think you were boring, change his mind and see if any of the groupies were free, but his shoulders drooped and he smiled in a way that gave you a heart attack where you stood, and murmured, “sounds like a date.”

and now this was your thing, watching movies with him. except there’s no watching going on. sure, you’ve sat down and put a movie on, and it’s played all the way through. sometimes, you actually remember what happens. but at some point, remus gets distracting. if you ever said that out loud, his reaction would be dramatic and endearing. he’d deny it, accuse you of slander, how dare you be so mean to him, he’s never done anything wrong in his life. he would get away with it too; he would smile in a way that flusters you so much you can barely think the word pretty, much less an argument against him.

there’s something about cuddling and watching movies that always gets you. maybe it’s the darkness, the soft blankets around you, the pillows propping you up. maybe it’s the way you get to hold remus, with his hands wrapped around you and his head resting right where your heart beats.

maybe it’s because the two of you always end up like this, him looming above you, mouth on your skin, the feel of him all around you so right it’s almost overwhelming.

“please.” the word is nothing more than a breath between your body and his, trapped in your throat. you’re so quiet you can barely hear yourself, or maybe that’s because of the way your heart stutters in your ears. “please.”

remus does, though. he smiles gently, mouths please? like he needs the confirmation when you both know he doesn’t. “poor dove,” he murmurs, a kind of teasing that would be degrading if it wasn’t sugar sweet, dripping from his lips. you lean up and kiss him, convinced you can taste the words if you just press hard enough, draw him in.

his hands palm your thighs, skimming over the back and drifting all over, fingers dancing on the soft skin on the inside of your thigh. it’s not a prologue to anything, not an attempt at asking for something more. it’s just to feel your body in his hands, the way his warmth is different from yours. the pads of his fingers are grooved from his bass, ridged against your skin, and it’s a delicious feeling for the both of you.. sometimes you watch him practice and think of times like this, and he always smirks when he sees the way your eyes glaze over. his hands slide up to the back of your knees, encouraging you to wrap your legs loosely around him.

“say it again,” he says, just the warm side of cruel. “tell me again, dove.” you want to tell him he never needs to ask, but seeing him like this is gratifying. your mind is syrup.

“please,” you tell him, just like he wants, your hands gripping the back of his shirt like there’s a risk of him floating away. “please, please. i want — please give me this, please -“

the kiss he gives you makes you feel like you’re falling through space, bruising and overwhelming.

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thank you so much for reading! this was just a little drabble, i was missing remus so here he is. feel free to like and reblog if you liked it; it really does help <3

#marauders x reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #marauders fluff #marauders era #remus lupin x gn!reader #remus lupin #marauders x gn!reader #marauders x reader fluff #marauders x you #marauders x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #bassist!remus #mine

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luveline · 1 year

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happy new years!!! can i request rockstar!remus x fem!shy!r, where they first meet bc she lost her glasses (and r has horrible eyesight) & she doesn’t recognize remus & is absolutely mortified when she realizes who she’s run in (literally) to???

Happy New Year!! Thank you for your request <3 fem!reader

You'd only put your glasses down for long enough to rub your tired eyes, and yet you can't find them. They've slipped off the face of the earth.

And worse, you're so fucking awkward (said with only a pinch of self-loathing) that you can't make yourself do the awkward song and dance to find them, not when you're surrounded by strangers at a friend of a friend of a friend's house in the rich bit of London.

You stand up, wondering if you can identify the friend you'd come with by their shapes and colours alone, and take a misguided step straight into someone's side.

Air puffs out of you in a gasp and you take a hasty step back, eyes on the person's chest. There's a sanguine-coloured t-shirt with darker, looping writing across the front.

"I'm sorry," you say, trying to take a cautious step around them.

"Hey, that's okay," says a masculine voice, the body it belongs to veering into your path. "Are you alright, sweetheart? Did I clip you?"

You look up into their face and stare at the space between their eyebrows, knowing you look silly. You can vaguely make out his facial features, and your brain signals it as familiar, but the voice doesn't ring any bells.

"No, sorry, you didn't do anything. I'm looking for someone," you say.

"Anyone I'd know?"

"Elizabeth? They're in a green dress?"

He looks around the room. You can see his neck turn, the splodge of darker colour that is his hair moving with it. "I don't see any green dresses," he says apologetically.

You shake your head. The music playing increases in volume, and girls all over the room gasp as a favourite song starts to play. You wince at being shoved out of the way. The man in front of you moves to protect your side, hand behind your shoulder for a short, hot second.

"Somebody's lost their glasses," he murmurs.

You giggle nervously. "Is it obvious?"

He leans down to the settee and then stands tall. He does something with his t-shirt, pulling it away from his torso, and then he nudges a familiar shape into your hand.

"No, I mean, I saw them on the sofa. They're yours, I'm assuming."

You laugh again, drowning in embarrassment. As you open the legs of your glasses, you think, Well, it could be worse. Elizabeth said that The Marauders of all people are going to be here tonight. Imagine making a fool of yourself like this in front of them.

And then you put your glasses on. You can't speak.

"Is that better?" Remus asks, bassist of The Marauders and in the flesh. "Sorry to say, you have thicker lenses than James. I'm surprised you can see at all without them."

"I can't, really," you say, your voice a far away thing.

"They suit you." He grins at you, all pretty-lipped and dark brown eyes, the scar over his nose turned white at the edges with the strain. "I suppose I looked more handsome before."

"No," you say.

His smile turns playfully smug. "No? I'm glad. You look prettier with them on, too."

Your cheeks are so hot they're burning, and your chest is lit by a panic you can't describe. You were being completely, entirely genuine with him — he's a thousand times more handsome now you can actually see him, with a voice to match. Smooth, steady, and teasing. Despite the boy-next-door of his sandy brown hair, his sweet smile, there's a stickier emotion playing on his lips. You worry he's gonna eat you alive right there and then.

"Can I get you something to drink, pretty girl? Or can you manage now your vision's been restored?" he asks.

His banter throws you off kilter. "I think you'd better get me one," you say, not because you're smooth in any capacity but because you're worried you'll fall over.

He laughs warmly, worse when he sees you realise you'd sounded flirty.

"I'd love to get you a drink," he says. "If you'll be alright while I'm gone?"

You nod wordlessly, collapsing into the settee again as soon as he's gone. You're gonna need a drink to survive this.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x fem!reader #rockstar!au #rockstar!remus lupin #bassist remus #bassist!remus #the marauders x reader #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders fanfic #the marauders #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fic #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction

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enbysiriusblack · 1 year

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bassist's have a very specific energy.

marlene mckinnon.

remus lupin.

#being a bassist is the hottest role in a band and i will stand by that forever.#remus and marlene have the biggest bassist energy ever.#like remus' is more just bassist/songwriter/sometimes backing vocals #marlene's is bassist but does also play guitar/eletric guitar just not in the band #idk if you get what i mean. but like. the bassist vibes are there okay #marauders era #marauders #marlene mckinnon #remus lupin #marauders band au

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lovableapocalypse · 1 year

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an encounter

bassist!remus x fem!reader

wc- 1.1k

warnings- alcohol, jealousy, sirius being a twat

a/n- i was listeing to t1975 and m.o.n.e.y played and the line "and i cant believe that were talking about him" played and inspired something in my brain. also writing last night motivated me again a bit. buttttt once again this is not the long chapter (their love confession) that ive been working on. this is just a silly pre- together fic of them being stupid. love u all and i appreciate every one of u.

Remus’ glare was burning into your spine. For once though, you didn’t seem to notice him. You were leaning on the local bar’s counter talking to the new bartender. You had been sent to get the next round and what had started as a friendly conversation had turned quickly into flirting.

You all had been studying for your upcoming exams and decided a much needed break was appropriate. How you ended up at the pub was not in your control, you’d suggested a quick coffee run. But you’d lost the last round of pool and were therefore sent to get refills.

The bartender was cute. Not exactly your type, seeing as your type was currently sending dirty looks to the guy. Remus was oblivious to your feelings for him and you rarely let yourself talk to other guys because you were so focused on him. When the guy across from you sent the first flirty remark your immediate reaction was to shoot him down, but for once you acted on your second instinct and decided to flirt back.

Flirting wasn’t exactly a skill you had mastered, but it was fun to banter with the guy and you were honestly into it at this point. He had placed your drinks on the bartop but continued his conversation with you while there were no customers. He was talking about some crazy order he had to make earlier in the night and you were laughing along.

Remus had witnessed the whole encounter. You were shit at pool so it was no surprise you had been the one to get the next round, he was just curious when it was taking twice as long. He didn’t mean to shoot daggers at the guy, but when he saw your face heat up and your laugh grow louder he couldn’t help it.

Sirius noticed his irritation right away and huffed a laugh as he leaned closer to him, “Are you gonna do something?”

“What?” Remus shot back.

“Are you going to do something?” Sirius reiterated.

“About what?”

“Jesus. That.” He waved his finger between you and the bartender.

“Why would I do something?” Remus tried to play his obvious discomfort off, but Sirius saw right through him.

“Because you’re quite literally in love with her.”

“Shut up.”

“See. No denial.”

Remus lightly shoved Sirius and shook his head, “What would I even say? ‘Oh hi can you please stop flirting with the girl I have no right to get jealous over’?”

“You should add ‘because I’m too pussy to ask her out even though she clearly returns my feelings.’” He smiled and Remus gave him a blank look, “Piss off. For fucks sake.”

“No, I'm serious. She never shuts the fuck about you. Just go over there and offer to help her with the drinks or something. I want my beer anyway.” He pointed at you again and nudged his head in your direction.

“Fine.” Remus sighed, placing his pool stick down and moving towards the bar.

His steps were quick and when he glanced back at Sirius he made a shooing motion. Remus itched the back of his neck as you got closer and closer. He made his way to your figure and your laugh quickly made him regret his decision. Who was he to stop you from flirting? But you spotted him and turned towards him, touching his arm.

You smiled and turned back to the bartender, “This is Remus.”

“Ah, nice to meet you.” The guy nodded at him.

“Uh, yeah. Hi.” Remus awkwardly smiled.

“Rem this is Liam. He just started here this week.” You raised your brows, making conversation. You left your hand on Remus’ upper arm and neither of you acknowledged it, even though the touch was sending similar butterflies up your spines.

“Oh nice,” Remus replied, “Like it?”

“Yeah, so far it’s alright.” Liam smiled at you when he said that and Remus had to restrain from visibly cringing. You returned the smile and giggled. You actually giggled. He looked between you and Liam tried to let it go, but couldn’t.

“Right. Well Sirius wants his beer so,” He tried to end the conversation and was scared you would tell him to just take the drinks, but luckily you went along with him.

“Right ‘course.” You laughed and moved your hand to reach for a few drinks.

“Thanks Liam.” You sent him a small smile as you spun around. Remus sent him a tight lipped smile and followed you.

Sirius was smirking as you approached and patted Remus on the back when he handed him his drink. Remus glared but couldn’t help but laugh at the whole situation.

Lily rushed over to you and as you handed her the drink she ordered, she spoke, “That guy was so into you. He stared at your ass the whole time you walked back over here.”

You grimanced, “Lovely.”

“No, no. That’s a good thing. You could get your mind off you know who.”

“Lily, kindly shut the fuck up.”

She put her hands up in false surrender and you turned, giving James his drink. You heard her whisper again though, “Remus was so jealous though, it was hysterical.”

“He was?” You spoke too quickly.

“Yes, badly. He was squinting so hard his eyebrows were literally touching.” She motioned between her own brows, laughing.

You glanced back at him and he caught your eye, blushing. You smiled and turned away.

“He was actually jealous?”

“Yes, love. Very,” Lily smiled, “You two are the most oblivious people in the world I swear.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes.

James and Peter started the next game of pool and while you were waiting you stood next to Sirius. “The bartender was cute.” He said. Remus was on the other side of you and spun his head towards Sirius at his words.

You nodded, “Yeah he was alright.”

“I think he’s really into you.” As he spoke he looked at Remus and smirked knowingly.

“Really?” You asked. “I don’t know, maybe he’s just being friendly.”

Remus cleared his throat, “Probably. Didn’t he just start working here? Just making friends with the customers, ya know.”

“I don’t know Moony, that looked pretty flirty to me. Y/n/n?”

“I- I’m not good at gauging these things- I mean flirting is not my thing so I wouldn’t know.” You looked between the two boys shaking your head, oblivious to Sirius’ instigating.

Remus mouthed Fuck off when your head was turned and Sirius laughed. It was his turn to go and you spoke to Remus as Sirius played, “He’s not my type anyway.” You glanced up at him and he nodded his head. “That’s good.” He answered.

His response made you shy. ‘That’s good’ is it? You turned, hiding your smile and flush. God you two were idiots, he was jealous. And you were secretly glad he was.

#bassist!remus x reader #bassist!remus universe #bassist!remus #band!marauders #band!au #marauders band au #band au #remus x reader #remus x you #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #sirius black #lily evans #james potter #my fics #do not copy

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resident-gay-bitch · 1 year

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bro, i was just listening to metallica’s seek and destroy on the drive home from work and a tinsy little thought popped into my head and now my brain in invaded by the absolute brilliant idea of the marauders band au.

like, here:

sirius: he’s lead like hetfeild on vocals and guitar - desired by men and women alike - much like damino from måneskin - he’s the heartthrob

remus: lead guitar - also desired by men and women alike but he’s more quiet and reserved - but he playes with heart and soul and i’m getting thomas from måneskin vibes - he’s the mysterious one

james: he’s the drummer because he’s got the muscle for it - also desired by men and women alike obviously but he’s only got eyes for one - litteraly puts his heart and sole into hitting those drums and breaks so many goddamned sticks it’s a wonder how he doesn’t run out - he’s the odd one out too, he’s a little rat if fucking sunshine and everyone finds him adorable

lily: she’s on bass and it’s major vic from måneskin vibes - everyone wants her but she just looks at the ladies - she’s also very close with remus and all the super hetero followers believe they’re doing it but they most certainly are not - she looks like the craziest one of all of them but in reality she has the clearest head.

i’m picturing they’re a metal band too, and they also drabble in punk rock and similar genres. they always match outfits and involve the crowd in the coolest ways. sirius’s idol is freddie, so he pays ode to him most concerts. remus extremely admires bowie so they have a bunch of covers of his songs and sometimes come out with red and blue lighting incoperated into their fits.

there is major tension between sirius and remus on stage. often remus does backup vocals so they’ll lean into the same microphone and be so close there’s no hetero explanation for it (like the arctic monkeys video- you know the one), and when remus is soloing and sirius is doing rhythm during the instrumental, remus will be like pushing against his guitar with his pelvis and sirius will walk up and do the same and it’s just so gay.

lily will get down in the crowd, crowd surf and run around the stage like she’s on crack and the audience loves it. shell also get up in all of their spaces, she’ll come play behind james, bump hips with sirius, and play back to back with remus - but she goes to remus the most. she also has a tendency to smash her guitars every so often at the end of a show (but don’t worry, it’s only if they’re already damaged from excessive use and being tossed around by roadies and shit).

james, oh sweet james. he always has a big smile and wave for the crowd and will stand up at his kit sometimes - he’ll play into the hot muscle man thing he has going and will skull water and let it drip down his front and he’ll wink at the crowd (but only the band knows he’s doing it in an attempt to impress and fluster regulus who is either side stage or watching live at home) (it works every time). he also goes a little crazy and gets too much inspiration from tommy lee.

and yes, after a big show in vagas, they all woke up with wedding rings on their fingers and they have no idea who married who.

AHHH i have so many wips but i wanna write it so baddddddddd!

#jay talks #marauders band au #like what doesn’t sound fucking amazing abojt that?!#rockstar au #guitarist!remus #bassist!lily #drummer!james #vocalist!sirius #guitarist!sirius #wolfstar #jegulus #idk who to ship lily with because there are too many good options

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